#now i admit i'm not the cleanest person

[lordperceval-16]

I Think There's Been a Glitch

Y/N and Lando, Mclaren teammates, and now roomates as well while your apartment goes through renovation during winter break.

Part 1 of an idea I had while dancing around my room to Taylor

(Part 2)

Lando x Fem!Reader

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Landonorris rude?? I cooked you dinner? Also, is there a reason for your feet being on the COUNTER?

Yourusername I've seen bowls left in here for over 3 days my feet are probably the cleanest thing in this apartment

Landofan omg the shade 💀

Danielriccardo I'd have provided much better hospitality just saying

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[mybelovedwoo]

in which you go on a getaway

wooyoung x f!reader

fluff, established relationship / wc: 1.1k

warnings: a creepy looking man, kissing

note: this is the continuation of this drabble. so read it first if you haven't yet. <3

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Wooyoung promised he would take you on a romantic getaway a couple of days ago, so you could reconnect with each other again. Although, when you said yes to him, you didn't know he has already everything planned out, and was ready to go. Lately, you've been both working a lot, so it seemed necessary for him to spend some time together, just the two of you, far away from your usual habitats.

You only left half an hour ago, but you already have to pee so badly. But you'd rather keep quiet and say nothing because you know if you admit it and tell him to stop for a bathroom break, he would tease you nonetheless and would say "he said so", that's just not gonna happen. Yeah, this situation happens quite frequently, but it's not like you haven't gone to the bathroom before you left your apartment, it's more like a nerve thing.

"You know I'm really surprised we didn't have to stop yet," Wooyoung told you. His eyes are fixed on the road, both hands on the steering wheel, you wouldn't think so, but he is actually a very careful driver, especially when you are in the car too.

"Yeah" You bite into your lower lips. You couldn't lie for god's sake, and you hated to too actually, especially to him. After that, you stayed silent.

Your boyfriend noticed how this unusuality, you both are very talkative people, and with each other silence is not known at all. It didn't take him long to figure out what was behind it.

"You really have to pee, right?" You looked at him very quickly, your eyes completely wide. As if he was reading your mind, kinda creepy. You just nodded, too embarrassed to actually say it out loud.

"Why didn't you say anything? I have to disappoint you, but I can't read your mind." It's a bit of a reassurance actually. "You have to tell me okay? Plus, I have to go too, but I didn't want to be the first one."

You pout "Babe?!" For him, you looked adorable, but you knew how hideous you must look right now. 

You stopped at the next opportunity, it didn't seem like the cleanest place, but what do you expect from a washroom next to a highway? Neither of you cared much about the look, the only thing you cared about at this moment where your needs.

At first, Wooyoung didn't want to let you go alone since, luckily for you, the women's and men's toilets were in completely different directions. He taught the place looked too sketchy to leave you alone, but you reassured him that nothing could happen, you both do your own things and then meet back at the car. So he finally agreed to it, you couldn't let him wait for you when he needed to go just as much as you had to.

You were walking towards the toilets when you saw a man sweeping in front of them, you were a bit hesitant to walk up there because the man looked a bit creepy, but you weren't someone to judge a person by his look. So you took the courage and walked past him, but politely greeted him in the meanwhile.

By the time you finished, Wooyoung was waiting for you outside of the women's washroom, his arms were folded in front of him and his eyebrows were a little bit knitted together. You wondered what is up with him.

"Wasn't we supposed to meet at the car?" When he heard your voice, he immediately turned towards you.

"Yeah, but you took forever and I got a bit worried." He confessed.

"I literally was inside for 2 minutes, babe." Now you couldn't believe him, your sweet boyfriend was worried about you, sure his a bit dramatic, but that's the way you love him.

You went back to the car and continued your journey. You should be there in an hour. You're not a big camping type of person, but your boyfriend has already everything sorted out and has been wanting to go see the sea for a long time, so who are you to say no to such an offer?

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By the time you get there, the sun has been already setting. Neither of you went camping before ever, so of course you have no tents and Wooyoung was too lazy to buy one. So in the morning, before you left, you took all the pillows and blankets you found at home and threw them in the back of the car, it was your brilliant idea to sleep in the car.

Wooyoung took out two chairs and a small camping gas stove. You parked right at the beach so the scenery was breathtaking as the sun was slowly disappearing and the sky was painted in all different colors. It looked like a painting in real life.

It was getting kinda chilly so you took a blanket from the car at sat down on one of the chairs, while your boyfriend was struggling to put the stove together. You laughed a little to yourself, but without him hearing it. He was very determined to get this right and have a perfect night together, so this alone made you the happiest person.

"I think I made it." He got up and lit the stove. It lighted all of our surroundings, and your boyfriend's pretty face, it highlighted his already strong features.

"Nice job!" And you gave each other a high five. "Now finally sit down here next to me, and give me some company." You patted the chair next to you.

"As you wish my love." But before he sat down he grabbed a packet of marshmallows. "Can I get a bit of your blanket too?" You scooted a bit closer to him and put your blanket over his lap. He planted a loud kiss on your cheek in gratitude.

"Thank you for this honey." You told him as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Wooyoung stuffed a marshmallow in his mouth without putting it in the fire.

"For what?" He asked you with a full mouth.

"For you. For loving me. For spending time with me. For caring for me. Thank you." You raised your head to look at him when you heard no response. You had no time the analyze his face for reactions when he pressed his lips to yours. He kissed you so eagerly you forgot to take a breath. You had to pull away first or else you would pass out.

He didn't let you go too far, he held your face in his hands and your foreheads were pressed together. "You're not sleepy yet? I thought we could go to bed early." You couldn't help but smile at how cute he was.

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[spot-splatter-splash]

We all know I love the Storm E. era content for this franchise (Lalaloopsy Girls & We're Lalaloopsy). But! I'm willing to admit that it is flawed. As much as I put it on a pedestal for it's humor, It's only fair that I acknowledge the strong point of the Webisodes and Nick Jr. Series. The animation.

Where I (personally) feel that the later pair adds more in terms of personality for the cast with the dynamic between Storm E. and Jewel being my favorite to watch and explore. The animation in those series does feel stiff when held next to the earliest set of media.

A lot of the time Its because of how sharp the joints are when they bend as opposed to the earlier series rounding them out. That created the ragdoll feel that the later series lack which breaks immersion.

This could have been a budgeting issue due to the declining popularity of the franchise. The puppet style animation bends at odd and sometimes sharp angles. Which breaks the illusion of them being rag dolls.

Mind you there is a way to make that style look good, if im not wrong the earlier series were rigs too. Just designed with more attention to the ragdoll feel. The bendiness of the limbs and squashing and stretching for emphasis when interacting with certain objects. Good examples that come to mind are Mouse and Pix E. In the episode Flight Plan And Peanut. In general Peanut has some of the cleanest animation.

While I hail the later series for the personality they give the characters that is not to say I think the eariler media is boring or does it poorly. I find the Webisodes and Nick Jr. Series really cute and pleasant to watch. But they also had more characters to work with and had to split that attention between them.

I have seen comments about the cast being boring in We're Lalaloopsy. A criticism which is subjective of course. But one I struggle to see. (I also see a lot of people shoot Storm E. down as being too mean. A rant for another post surely).

And while I acknowledge the subjectivness of it. I think Jewel, Storm E. and Spot are really well done in that series.

Spots is still an energetic artist who doesnt mind a mess. But added onto that she doesn't like conflict, struggles to voice her thoughts when frustrated, get attached easily, is eccentric and pleasantly weird, sensitive and forgiving almost to a fault. And yet still stands as her own person capable of putting her foot down when she reaches her breaking point. Shes lovable and I adore a weird girl whos just so comfortable being weird.

Jewel is clearly rising the ranks of favoritism. Shes still 'perfectly perfect' Jewel having a checklist for everything she deems important enough too. But now shes someone who can be easily frustrated, doesn't enjoy her schedule or plans being disrupted or altered, kinda of ditzy yet not entirely stupid. She focuses on herself to the point she talks over others and cant see that shes being an issue and has to be reined in. Perfectly perfect Jewel is actually wildly flawed. Shes not malicious but can come off as hostile or petty. Shes dramatic, a primadonna, self richeous and sometimes holier-than-thou and needs to have others correct her or to fail to learn and better herself. I am wildly enamored by this. She sucks shes my favorite. Her flaws are what makes her so fun to watch.

Finally Storm E. Shes polarizing and due to her being the most recent doll to make it into the animated series theres not much to compare her to. By design shes suppose to be the odd one out. A black sheep. I see a lot of critique about her being too different which is the point. Shes often yeilded as this unlikable asshole by some of the really critical fans but I feel that doesnt do Storm E. justice.

Shes different by design in both media shes in. Shes has a dry sense of humor, isn't as comfortable with affection as the other girls, isn't as open about her feelings as others, tends to fall to the back of the pack and a bit of a loner. But she's not a bad person. She does care about others she just has a hard time showing it. It does bother her when she hurts other people with her behavior.

We're Lalaloopsy handles this with her dynamic with Spot and Jewel. Spot is someone she has a soft spot for. Shes more open to Spot being in her space and feels like Spot kind of gets her as another artist. Spot likes Storm E. as she is. Her personality isn't the problem to Spot, it's certain actions that are. And that soft spot for Spot doesnt stop Spot from getting hurt. Storm E. (like Jewel) doesn't necessarily intend to harm others with her behavior. Intent doesn't negate hurting someone and Storm E. learns that. She does feel remorse and is apologetic. I like that shes never urged to be more like the others just corrected when her actions hurt someone.

Which is why her and Jewel work so well. They parallel eachother. Both of them have a tendancy to focus on and put themselves above others without any real malice behind it. Jewel needs to feel important and Storm E. feels she had to be independent. Storm E. is misunderstood and Jewel is melodramatic. Theyre polar opposites on the serface yet are so similar when cross examined. They clash but also relate to eachother.

The others get unique little peronality quirks too. Crumbs is very particular to an obsessive degree, Rosy will put herself last at the expense of her own well being and is anxious, Dot frequently fails, yet is excited by any chance to invent something.

Tangent oops, this post is getting long. The point is every bit of media for this series has merit and def worth watching for whatever it offers. Could be a good laugh, clean animation, fun dynamics, or a unique take on an old favorite.

Feel free to ask me about characters I can write essays about some of them. I know I haven't talked much about proper reboot stuff and thats because I'm in the process of watching everything I can to get a feel for the extended cast.

#mod rambles #i love me girl drama #and i love me animation #ideally a reboot of this series would have clean animation and petty drama #sorry forgot animation lingo correct me if im wrong i think its puppet animation but it may not be #if you ask me about the blorbos i will love u forever /platonic #i have so many thoughts about jewel and storm e its not funny

[solaireverie]

Hello, hope you're doing well ♥️

I am so confused about what tf is going on with the whole toto situation, all ik is that he knows some info that he shouldn't have known about.

I also see a lot of people talking about how susie got dragged into it, I am genuinely curious about something, are people mad that she is also being investigated? Or did something else happen? Cause I think it's normal to investigate everyone toto is close to, so it's not surprising to me that she is being investigated as well tbh and I don't see an issue with it as long as no one is putting the blame/ throwing around accusations without the investigation being over.

I don't mean to be rude or anything, I am just really curious and confused about what I've been seeing on my feed

hello there anon!! no worries, happy to (try to) explain <3

now, i obviously don't know everything that happened. i'm a fan just like the rest of us and i'm not privy to all the information.

however, from what i understand, businessf1 magazine (which has a history of being misogynistic + having defamation suits brought against them) was the only media outlet to bring up the claims that toto knew confidential fom (who employs susie) information. they also claimed that it was a complaint brought up by one of the f1 teams themselves, which we now know is complete bullshit.

formula 1 has consistently had a crap ton of conflicts of interest. i'm a red bull fan myself and i'll freely admit that at times having alpha tauri on the grid could be perceived as a conflict of interest. lance stroll's existence on the grid could be perceived as a conflict of interest. half the sponsor activity in f1 could be perceived as conflicts of interest.

now, mind you, these are all well-documented situations, yet none of them were really investigated as "conflicts of interest"

personally, i'm upset because this "claim" is coming from a disreputable source, yet the fia has immediately jumped forward to say that they'll be investigating. it's their right to investigate what they want, yes, and it's completely fair that they're investigating the people around toto, but countless situations like this have happened before with no response. but when susie is involved, the fia is suddenly interested? i call bullshit.

also, for what you said about "putting the blame/throwing around accusations", i'm sorry to say that that is exactly what happened immediately after the fia came out with their little statement. sexist f1 fans pounced on the opportunity to point fingers and say "look! susie fucked up!" (even though nothing had been proven yet) and then extrapolate that to mean that f1 academy, and by extension all female involvement in motorsports, is rotten.

it's unfortunately the truth of our world that as a woman in a male-dominated field, susie will be forced to be the "representative" of all women. it's fucking unfair and ridiculous.

at the end of the day i think the entire episode was a pissing match between the fom and the fia. toto isn't the cleanest dude ever, and it is entirely possible that there is confidential information being passed between him and susie, but focusing entirely on them while ignoring all the other cases is what reeks of misogyny to me.

just my two cents!

#solanswering #susie wolff #toto wolff #wolffgate #tw discourse

[qqueenofhades]

Comedic The Old Guard prompt wherein Andy spent a big chunk of time on Crete during the Middle Minoan period, but never bothered with learning the written language, and Nile’s reaction of rage and despair upon realizing that the key to deciphering Linear A was too busy leaping over bulls or some such to learn to read.

Nile doesn't recall exactly how the subject comes up. It's an evening at their new safe house in Tallinn, Estonia, which is the cleanest, most internet-connected, and quite possibly the tallest country that she, an-only recently-immortal from a solidly ordinary upbringing in Chicago, has ever been to. (Nicky says that if she thinks the Balts are tall, she should just wait until she meets the Dutch and the Croats.) She and Andy are sitting on the couch and talking about not much in particular. Nicky's cooking dinner, and Joe is sketching absently, watching the World Cup qualifiers on television with half an eye. They've rearranged themselves around Booker's absence awkwardly, like a missing tooth, and Andy hates anyone fussing over her for the whole losing-her-immortality thing, so Nile tries not to. But the sheer fascination of being able to talk to someone who's six thousand goddamn years old cannot be denied, and she keeps asking eager questions about who Andy's met and what she's learned -- but most of the answers, it must be admitted, are a bit of a letdown. Or possibly more than that.

"Come on," Nile says. "Was Alexander the Great really that bad?"

"Horrible." Andy reaches for the vodka shot on the coffee table and knocks it back without a flinch. "Spoiled little mama's boy who just had to get his hands all over everything. Or his dick." She snorts, as if the great Macedonian warlord and conqueror of much of the ancient world only died yesterday and is still managing to disappoint her. "No, I am not speaking from personal experience here. He was much more into Hephaestion, anyway."

"Okay." Nile racks her brains for any more of the (admittedly scanty) historical knowledge that an American public-school education has left her with. "What about the Greek-Persian wars? You're from Scythia, which is mostly Iran now, right? Did you meet, like, Xerxes?"

"Also a dick." Andy knocks back a second vodka shot without turning a hair. "But that's just what I heard. I don't remember what I was doing during all that bullshit, but it definitely wasn't hanging out with them."

Nile bites her tongue on asking what Andy was doing, since forgetting some of a six-millennium life must be a blessing. A human brain was never designed to process that many experiences and that much loss and pain, and Andy's been more on edge ever since the whole clusterfuck with Merrick. She's trying to think of a way to change the subject when Nicky calls from the kitchen, "Ask her about Linear A."

"Linear A?" Nile blinks. "What's that?"

"Counterpart to Linear B," Joe says, not looking up from his sketching. "And Nicolò, that is rather cruel of you, don't you think?"

"Uh." Nile looks at Andy, trying not to gulp. "What is Linear A, and why should I ask and/or not ask you about it?"

"I'm gonna kill you," Andy yells at Nicky (not at all an idle threat where a bunch of self-regenerating immortals are involved, and Nicky simply tips a cheeky shrug at her and resumes stirring his sauce). To Nile she says, "Ugh. Fine. It's one of the only remaining ancient languages that can't be translated at all. From the island of Crete, during the Minoan period. They eventually learned how to translate its counterpart, Linear B, but nobody knows how to read A."

"Okay?"

"And yes," Andy says, scowling at Nicky's back again, "I was in Crete during the time period in question."

"So.... so do you?" Nile leans forward, fascinated. "Even if you never told the archaeologists?"

"No. No, I don't know how to read the fucking stuff either." Andy sighs, glares at the vodka bottle, debates pouring a third shot, and puts her boots up on the table instead. "There were a lot of hot women and archery competitions and bull-fights to do instead. Sorry."

"That..." Nile splutters. "Come on! What? Really?! Just think what people would give to have that information! Like, not even a little?!"

"See," Nicky shouts. "Told you that everyone has that reaction."

"Get fucked, Nicky." Andy says it without rancor, even as Joe is glaring at her (mostly good-naturedly, but not entirely) for daring to insult his beloved. "Now get back to working on dinner. I'm hungry."

Nicky looks as if she is presuming quite a bit to think that she will be getting any of his dinner, at this rate. But he contents himself with raising both eyebrows, flashing Nile a conspiratorial smile, and turning back to the spice rack. Nile can't help herself, she grins back, and even if it's still strange and new, tonight truly does feel like family.

#fleurdufeu #ask #the old guard ff #fic prompts

[wjforever]

Destroy me again. Chapter 3: Warner's mental notes. Day 11

I'm walking down a dark, narrow corridor, listening to my own footsteps echo off the walls, filling the space around me.

I have already managed to put aside the feeling of disappointment and indignation caused by my father's sudden intervention. He wants to talk to me. He wanted to do it right then, at the very moment when I was going to escort her to her room.

I would be able to cancel any important and urgent matter. But I can't refuse my father. It's not about my unquestioning obedience to him. It's just his game with me, and if I now demonstrate that I'm not prioritizing the way he needs, he can take action and I can lose Juliette altogether. He shouldn't have such power over me, he shouldn't feel that he has another lever of pressure on me. Blackmail is what he eats for breakfast. So I had to leave her with Kent.

That's fine. I'll see her at dinner. It's not such a long wait. It's not two weeks and two days. Not eight months. She needs to rest anyway. The main thing is that the first step has already been taken and a start has been made.

I could feel her. Touch her. Get inside her. For the first time. This is a special and very important event for me. This is the most intimate act of all that can happen. People mistakenly believe that the most intimate thing is physical interaction, but this is not like this. The most amazing and private thing is to share with a person feelings and thoughts.

I managed to invade her emotions and feelings. This is a nonconsensual invasion, which no one gave me the right to. But I don't know how to be different. I've always been such a shameless conqueror. With everyone. And feel her... it's hard to control yourself when your dream comes true. When you touch the relic you've been dreaming about for months. But now she's here with me…

I would like our first meeting to be different. I would have taken her to me, calmed her down, assured her that she was in no danger, would have told her everything. This is something that really could have given a better result, even if she didn't believe me at the beginning. But it's a luxury I can't afford. She shouldn't know too much for her own benefit. Nevertheless, I tried to do everything as finely and effectively as possible. I chose the cleanest room, made sure that the lighting intensity could be regulated, I guessed that she might have vision problems. I made sure that she was surrounded only by the most pleasant and reliable soldiers of my personal guard.

I was so excited that I could barely contain myself. There are no surveillance cameras in that hall, as a rule this place is not used for important purposes. Nobody cares about it, we are not at the headquarters and control is somewhat weaker here. So even though we were not alone, I allowed myself a little intemperance. But I know that those people who surrounded us will not pass the information on to my father. It's not about loyalty to me. They just hate him even more than they hate me. That's why although I had to play my part, I could afford a little more than usual. God knows - it's not easy to contain an erupting volcano inside, when lava flows burn through any obstacles in their path.

And I must admit that she exceeded all my expectations. 

Juliette Ferrars. 

A deep sigh allows my mind to clear itself of unnecessary emotions now. I'm mentally preparing myself for communication with my father. Now I need to remember everything that happened once again and analyze our meeting without succumbing to excessive emotions. To note the most important things that I learned from my first contact with her, the first personal interaction.

• she's not as mentally exhausted as I thought. There is a fire and a thirst for struggle boiling in her. This tears out several dozen pages from my prepared plan. 

Although the situation she found herself in put her in a humiliating position, I didn't feel sorry for her. I think this feeling would be much more humiliating for her. She was holding up pretty well, she didn't seem like a person who had been in a cell for eight months. Even after all this time spent in the cruel conditions, she managed to retain in herself a spark of rebelliousness, a desire to fight, self-will. It's so intriguing, and I want to get to know her better.

When I watched her from the side, I saw that she could take the initiative, but I didn't think that so many feelings and emotions seethe in her. She's so passionate, emotional and impetuous that I feel our similarity more keenly. Perhaps this will help me to better understand which steps should and which shouldn't be taken in interaction with her.

• Kent. He's harmless, actually. He doesn't feel anything for her. Even when they are around each other, Kent is only slightly interested. Not in her, in her well-being. This is his desire for justice and strict adherence to the rules. For him, the innocent shouldn't be punished, and the guilty should be destroyed. And now it's obvious to me why he was so concerned about her abusers being punished. She was hurt for nothing. But he's not at all bothered by my reaction when I pretend that her concern for him annoys me. He's not moved by my phrases about her devotion. Nothing from him, just absolute dedication to his duty.

But Juliette. It's hard not to notice how much his betrayal hurt her, and I don't like it. She's offended and disappointed. But although she doubts him, she's not terrified, on the contrary, his presence calms her. In fact, I could use this, especially in the early stages. Besides, right now, he's the only one I can trust her with. Of all those present, he's the most comfortable person for her. So with him around, I can be calm for her. 

• her attitude towards me… It's too early to talk about this. Of course, I felt her fear, her contempt and complete distrust. I felt it all. It doesn't bother me though. It's natural. I was expected this. No. In fact, I expected even worse. Much worse. But even though she tried to bite, she kept her sanity, and I'm sure that in time we will be able to get along.

This is something I can work with, it can be adjusted, corrected. I'll give her everything she might need and wait for her barriers to start falling. We just need a little time to get to know each other, to understand each other. She's an amazing creature. And I'm sure I can help her. A little of the most ordinary primitive domestic comfort can give anyone a little more peace of mind. Not a trust. It's not even a question of that at this moment. Now she just needs to wash, warm up, sleep and eat. And I cringe again at the mere thought that she was deprived of all this. The simplest, most basic needs.

• she expects physical pain. It doesn't make her feel shocked or unfair. She's almost waiting for it. Fear transformed into indifference, guilt made her submissive. This is a dangerous, borderline state. When a person ceases to fear for his own life, when his instinct for self-preservation becomes so weak, the risk of irreparable mistakes increases. I have to make sure she doesn't have suicidal thoughts.

I also have to make sure she's know that she will be safe here. She shouldn't be afraid. 

• she's very proud. Despite her guilt and self-loathing. She likes equality. She almost feels the need for it. She doesn't treat me like she treats Kent. Although I represent power, she's much more audacious with me than with him. Authority doesn't frighten her, but only causes contempt. It will be difficult for me to keep the balance at the beginning. She shouldn't be forced, she needs to be persuaded, she needs to be talked to, but in the beginning I will have to force her to obey me. It's in her best interest. But I'll need to gradually move to a different communication model. This will be a difficult task.

• she likes being stroked. When she's touched, soothe with patting. This goes beyond her profile. A person with such a psychological trauma shouldn't perceive unauthorized touching of her in this way. But my touch calmed her down, even though it seemed humiliating to her.

During our short meeting, I managed to touch her three times. None of these touches evoked real fear or horror. The first was the most desirable. The subsequent ones caused much more confusion, mixed with indignation and a bit of disgust. But she also felt surprised. And also – desire. She wanted to be touched so freely.

Assumption: if the touch doesn't make her feel threatened, it makes her feel like she's normal, not dangerous or disgust. I need to pay more attention to this issue, and if I'm not mistaken, I'll need to use this technique. If it's good for her.

Nota bene. This touch of mine wasn't planned. I succumbed to the impulse when they hit her without my orders. They acted within the usual framework, my miscalculation. I should have taken care of it beforehand. I didn't do it just because I thought it wouldn't be necessary, but her weakness and curiosity were perceived by them as a threat and disobedience. Her reaction made me want to console her, even if I did this in the only way I could, being in front of my soldiers. Although this has given me new useful information, I need to think more carefully about my actions.

• she was impressed by my appearance. In a positive way. This is good news. If the person's appearance seems likable to you, it's much easier to establish contact. And she really liked what she saw. The bad news is, it caused a wave of self-contempt in her. Our contrast turned out to be too striking. However, I was ready for this, so I don't need to make adjustments to the plan. She will have access to water, clothes, cosmetics, medical care and everything else that a girl needs in order not to feel herself like a piece of dirt on the floor. But I need to pay more attention to her attitude towards herself. I need to tell her the truth about herself more: praise her, emphasize her beauty, compliment her. It's important to her. And she shouldn't feel unequal to me. She must understand that she's no worse and even better than me.

Nota bene. It's strange and inexplicable, but her reaction caused me too much excitement. People often find me attractive, this is not news to me. Maybe I should even have been disappointed that she suddenly paid attention to something as insignificant as the appearance of a person she considers an enemy. This is a dangerous perception of the opponent. Unacceptable. And this should be regarded as her miscalculation, requiring further correction and additional trainings. But instead, I was... flattered. I shouldn't let my ego cloud my mind. I need to pay attention to my own further behavior towards her.

• her hatred for me grows out of her self-hatred, since between a feeling of sympathy for my appearance and a sharp antipathy was her self-loathing. Perhaps, if I carry out everything planned earlier, I will be able to achieve her disposed towards me quite quickly.

• she often withdraws into herself, even in such serious circumstances. I don't need to interfere into this. If she's more comfortable this way, it's not a big deal. I shouldn't pull her out of her thoughts at such moments, but carefully penetrate inside her mind, helping her cope with the situation.

I stop in front of a heavy door, entering a familiar room. My meeting with my father only partially distracts me from my thoughts. We only talk about current affairs with him. About important issues and tasks. He only asks me about her at the end. If I received my delivery. And I briefly answer that I haven't had time to deal with it properly yet. I see his wide smirk, a chill runs down my spine, and I get disconnected before his gaze starts burning through me.

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[dailyrandomwriter]

Day 109

I had just a moment ago for 15 minutes the most neurotic experience I’ve ever had and I’m fucking annoyed by it. I have in the past described this experience in relation to my anxiety. That is, I have enough detachment from my own anxiety that I recognize when I’m anxious and my thought processes are illogical, but not enough detachment to tell my anxiety gremlins to shut the fuck up.

So for context, my family is one of those families where your parents have the keys to your place and will randomly go in to help out even if you’re gone. I’m not the cleanest person ever, between my job, remembering my insurance, keeping clean clothes on my back and feeding myself. I'm sometimes amazed that I’m a somewhat functioning adult. Anyhow, today was one of those days.

My mother had come in and cleaned my place, which included reorganizing my medical supplies. Which at first wasn’t an issue, until we realized part way through the conversation that she took out the supplies that I was keeping in my laundry closet on the top shelf. Unbeknownst to my mother I had been growing a backup stash of medical supplies because I’ve had three backlogs this year alone which is unprecedented for me. So she had accidentally put together all of my supplies.

Now she was very apologetic about it, and told me I could take two of the boxes out of the cupboard she had put them in and put them back on the shelf. With the intention of the backup catheters staying in the cupboard. Because her logic was, I didn’t really use that cupboard, so therefore it’s not that accessible to me. Also, better not to keep supplies in the laundry closet where it could easily collect dust.

I was utterly cranky by this.

I didn’t let my mother know I was cranky about this, and lied saying it was fine, I would make the readjustments. But I was cranky, at least I thought it was cranky, because I already had a bit of a rough morning at work. So I thought this was just the straw that broke the camel’s back today.

But the more I thought about it, specifically the more I thought about just taking two boxes out and leaving everything where they were, the more cranky I got. In hindsight, it wasn’t that I was cranky, I was anxious as fuck. Even though I knew, my mother’s reasoning was sound (who the fuck wants dust on their medical supplies after all), it bothered me. Besides, I had reasoned, the plan was to eventually have enough backup supplies that it would equal the amount I would normally order in one go. The plan of taking out the backup supplies once new supplies were ordered with the intention of putting the new ones into the backup location in order to prevent degradation of the supplies.

It bothered me to the point that no matter how much I reasoned to myself that my mother’s request was sound and ideal even, I hated this plan. I didn’t calm the fuck back down until I rearranged it the way I wanted it. So my backup supplies are back in that high shelf, but I did get the two boxes meant for my use in the cupboard.

Because the reality is, I didn’t use that cupboard because it was not as accessible to me, I didn’t use that cupboard for stupid lazy reasons that are now moot because I can just shove boxes of catheters into that cupboard.

Though I will admit, I did think for the full 15 minutes, that I was just angry rather than anxious, but the need to have something the way you want it speaks to a lot of anxiety. Because once it was done, I calmed down. There was no lingering annoyance except for the annoyance I have at my own brain. I don’t feel any irritation or anger towards my mother for rearranging my stuff. I’m honestly more baffled why a part of me made such a goddamn big deal out of it.

Because at the end of the of the day, you can just rearrange your own shit.

#anxiety gremlins #wtf brain #was having a moment

[ryuublade-blog]

#people irl are literally so ugly #myself included but #is self care really blocking people out of the blue and leaving no explanation as to why you did it? #like not just blocking on one website #but across the media #just dropping people on their asses #and hitting the block button because someone confronts you and asks you why? #sounds like a snake to me #now i admit i'm not the cleanest person #especially with the stupid shit i've pulled just last year #but i can admit when i'm wrong #whether people acknowledge that or not #i just hope that if #you run away from your problems #that you start confronting them soon #or it's going to actually smash you from how many problems pile up #just tell people why you do things #because not being told why i've been blocked everywhere is just dirty #you're telling me that you have not a shred of respect for me left #but unlike everything else in this big great world #i don't just go away simply because you blocked me #i still exist with or without you #and i will remember you in the future #and i will remember what you did #so yea ... #take it from me #the scummiest person out there #don't be a scumbag #out. * #rant //

[qianinterprises]

WayV Reactions: you get mad at them over something trivial

Pairing(s): WayV x mostly gn!reader (I think Kun's is the only one with a written female reader. The others should be gender neutral).

Genre: angst, fluff (happy ending)

Warnings: couples arguments, yelling, angry reader

Word Count: 3k

Author's Note: Thank you so much for the request!!! I had so much fun writing this, although I will admit I had to look up "trivial things to fight about" so nothing would be repeated lol! I have no idea why most of these take place in the kitchen lol, it just seems like a place of arguments. I hope this is what you wanted!! I hope you enjoy!! 💕💕

Tagging: @treasuretaeil

Kun:

Originally posted here

"How about Dandelion?" Kun asked from his spot on the couch, absentmindedly flicking through the large book of names clasped in his fingers.

An audible gasp left your lips. You turned, wide eyes to stare at him, completely flabbergasted.

"You want to name our daughter WHAT?" you snapped.

Dandelion? Of all the names in the big book, he had to choose the name of a damned weed!

Kun shut the book and turned to stare at you with an eyebrow raised, not expecting your tone to be as harsh as it was.

With you expecting a baby girl in a few months, you and your husband had set to attempting to pick out a name, which proved to be a little more difficult than you had anticipated. You just couldn't seem to agree on a name, which, until now, had been fine. You were both generally easy going people who hardly ever fought, so as your face flushed with anger, Kun was at a loss.

"I just thought it'd be cute," Kun defended, voice gentle.

You could tell he was trying not to anger you further, but you balled your hands into angry fists.

"Well why don't we just call her a useless weed and be done with it! See how that affects her mental health!" you yelled.

You didn't know why you were so angry, or why you were taking that anger out on your sweet husband who had done nothing but take care of you throughout your pregnancy.

You blamed your hormones.

"Babe, please calm down."

Kun's voice was gentle and soft as he reached out for you, and although you were still seething with anger, the second his arms wrapped around your middle, you could feel it dissipating, leaving you to apologize.

"Kun, I'm sorry for-"

"Shh, there's no need my love," he whispered.

How did you ever get so lucky.

Ten:

Originally posted here

Ten hardly ever got a day off. With WayV and the occasional comeback with NCTU, plus all the variety shows and vlives the boys did, you hardly got to spend time with him, but you knew what you'd gotten yourself into when you'd started dating. You knew nights together were going to be few and far between, so when he'd asked you over to the dorm one afternoon, you'd jumped at the chance, eager to see your boyfriend after so long. However, if you'd known what it would be like, you would have stayed home.

Ten's phone chimed again, not long after he'd placed it down in favor of wrapping his arm around you while the movie played on the tv. His phone had been going off every few minutes, and despite your sliding closer or attempting to distract him, he couldn't seem to stop from responding, spurring on the messages further.

You didn't question whether he was texting some tramp. You knew he'd never do that to you, plus, he was constantly showing you some funny photo or meme that Johnny had sent, making you chuckle, although you couldn't help but to resent Ten's tall friend for distracting your boyfriend.

Finally, as he removed his arm to grab his phone and text Johnny back, you snapped.

"Can you put the damn phone away! If I would have known you'd do nothing but text, I wouldn't have come!"

Ten paused mid text before dropping his phone on the couch.

"He's my best friend, (y/n)! I'm not just going to ghost him!"

You huffed.

"I'm not asking you to ghost him! I'm asking you to spend time with me without the phone!" you hissed.

Ten sighed and picked his phone back up. With a grumble, you got off the couch, preparing to go home, not wanting to watch a movie with your boyfriend if your boyfriend didn't want to be there with you. However, as you moved to grab your coat, he tackled you onto the couch, caging you in his arms.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I promise, for the rest of the day, it's just you and me. No more texting."

You looked at him skeptically, but as he held off his phone, switched off, you sighed and wrapped your arms around him.

"I missed you," you mumbled.

"I missed you too," he replied, kissing the top of your head.

WinWin:

Originally posted here

You had never been the kind of person to rely on anyone. You liked doing things on your own, relying on no one, and thus, many of your friends labeled you "stuck in your ways" because, despite having a boyfriend who'd bend over backwards for you, you couldn't bare to let him do anything for you.

This had spurred on quite a few minor arguments, especially when said boyfriend was the worlds sweetest guy who just wanted you to rely on him for more than a warm chest to snuggle against.

"Why won't you let me help you?" he'd asked several times.

Your answer was always the same.

"Because I can do it on my own."

You never meant to make him feel dejected, but as you opened the kitchen cabinet to grab out your favorite coffee mug, you found that maybe, your boyfriend had a little more of a mean streak than you gave him credit for, and this morning, without your daily caffeine, it really pissed you off.

"Dong Sicheng!" you yelled, anger filling your veins.

Apparently, at some time during the night, your boyfriend had snuck out of bed and rearranged your cabinets, moving everything up one shelf higher, so now, instead of the highest self being the only vacant place, now the bottom shelf was vacant. You were decently tall, but you couldn't reach the highest shelf. You doubted anyone who wasn't 6 foot tall could reach, and of course, on the highest shelf, was all of your coffee mugs.

"Yes?" Sicheng asked from behind you.

You spun around in a whirl, his shirt, that fit you more like a dress, flowing out at the sudden movement.

"What the fuck did you do! Everything was perfect! I could reach everything! Why the hell did you move it!" you snapped.

You glared at him as he tried to hide a small smirk, leaning closer to the counter as he reached up, grabbing your favorite coffee mug, and placing it on the counter for you.

This only pissed you off more.

"What the fuck Sicheng!"

"You never let me do anything for you! The power goes out, you fix the fuse box. Your car breaks down, you take it to the shop. You want coffee, you grab the mug out of the cabinet. You don't let me do anything for you!"

You could see his point, you honestly could, and maybe that's why your fury died down a little.

"Sicheng, I'm independent. I don't need you to do anything for me. I can do it on my own."

"That's what you always say! But I'm your boyfriend! I want to do stuff for you!"

With a sigh, you shook your head. Maybe he was right. Relationships were about give and take, push and pull. He let you help him with things and you hadn't returned the favor. Maybe it was time to bend.

"Fine. Keep the mugs up there, but damnit Sicheng, when I call for you to get me a mug, you better come running."

With a smile, he leaned close to press a kiss to your lips.

"Promise. "

Lucas:

Originally posted here

Having a live in boyfriend was fun, nothing you'd ever experienced before. Suddenly, you had someone to share your bed with, someone to cook for, someone to open pickle jars when you couldn't.

However, it also meant extra time cleaning. Especially when your boyfriend apparently didn't know the use of a welcome mat. Plus, he wasn't the cleanest person in the world, and that fact became evident as you walked into the kitchen to grab a drink and found two bottle caps and a candy wrapper sitting on the counter, forgotten.

"Seriously Yukhei," you muttered under your breath.

You threw the trash in the bin and opened the refrigerator, hoping for a nice glass of milk before bed. Your eyes landed on the milk carton. Happily, you lifted the carton out of the fridge only to realize that it was empty. You certainly hadn't been the one to place an empty milk carton back in the fride.

"Yuhkei!" You yelled to your boyfriend who was already cuddled up in bed.

You waited for him to make his way into the kitchen, but the longer you waited, the angrier you got.

When he did finally walk inside, he was met with your fixed glare.

"What'd I do?"

"First, you leave your trash on the counter, then you put an empty carton back in the fridge! Do you NOT know where the damn trash can is?!"

Yukhei raised his hands in defense.

"I forgot!" he whined.

You groaned. You'd definitely heard that one before.

"You always forget Yukhei! How hard is it to put your trash where it belongs!" you whine, glare still fixed on him.

"And... just so we're clear... an empty milk carton doesn't go back in the fridge?" he asked.

You threw the milk carton at his head, although you weren't planning on hitting him. As he ducked, the carton hit the floor. He was trying to be funny, and you hated to admit that it was working as a smile cracked across your lips.

"There it is! There's that beautiful smile I love!" he cooed, moving closer and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Shut up Yukhei!" you grumbled, pushing against his chest lightly.

He wasn't having it. He pulled you closer and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"I promise I'll start putting my trash in the bin," he whispered.

You knew it was an empty promise. Tomorrow morning, you'd wake up to more bottle caps and candy wrappers on the counters. Yukhei could be infuriating. But you loved him despite his lack of cleanliness.

Xiaojun:

Originally posted here

(This image has nothing to do with the reaction, I just had to include it lol)

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BE-*

That was the sound you'd been hearing every ten minutes for the past hour as your husbands hand slammed into the alarm clock for the sixth time. You grumbled and rolled over, once again awoken by his horrible habits.

This wasn't unusual. Dejun tended to set 15 alarms before he'd finally get out of bed and start his day, which, by that point, was usually when your own alarm clock would start going off and you'd wake up groggy and cranky, having just lost an hour and a half of peaceful sleep because your husband coudn't seem to get his ass out of bed in the morning.

"Why do you need so many fucking alarms! It's fucking stupid! Just set it for the time you actually need to be up!" you growled, not opening your eyes as you buried your face in the pillow, hoping to get back to sleep.

"I can't wake up that fast," came his mumbled response.

You huffed. It was always the same answer, but it never made much sense to you. Why couldn't he just get out of bed like a normal fucking person.

Alas, you didn't respond as sleep once again tugged at your consciousness, lulling you back to sleep beneath the warm blankets before-

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

"GET THE FUCK UP!!"

"Five more minutes," he grumbled.

Five more minutes and you'd have to hear the infuriating sound of that damned alarm clock?! Fuck that.

You had had enough. Your sleep was important to you and being woken up two thousand times with a damn alarm clock before your husband finally dragged his tired ass out of bed was not helping your sleep in any way.

In a fit of anger and irritation, you pressed a sock covered foot against the middle of Dejun's back and pushed, affectively kicking his body out of bed, his body hitting the cold ground with a thump before he knew what happened.

"Hey! What was that for!" he snapped.

"Your up now," you grumbled, rolling back over and pulling the blankets over your head.

You could hear him grumbling something along the lines of "why do I love your psychotic ass" before the shower turned on.

Hendery:

Originally posted here

You let out a groan as the title of another horror movie appeared on the television screen as you cuddled next to your boyfriend. You hated horror movies, a fact he knew well. The ones that didn't make you have nightmares were generally so silly and irritating you'd spend the entire moving staring at the time. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, absolutely loved horror films, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when you sat down for your weekly movie night at his place and found a horror movie coming on, which wouldn't have been an issue if you hadn't watched horror movies the last five weeks in a row.

"Can't we watch something else," you complained.

"It's just one move (y/n), you'll be ok."

You groaned. He never listened, too enthralled in his own excitement for the movie.

You didn't have a problem with the fact that he liked this genre, but he could just as easily watch it with Ten or YangYang, or, if he really wanted to torture his leader, Kun. You, on the other hand, somehow always seemed to get stuck watching them.

"We've watched these five weeks in a row," you whined.

"Shh."

That was the last straw. He wasn't even willing to listen to you!

With a huff, you got off the couch and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, switching off the movie and turning to glare at him.

"You know I don't like horror! Yet for the past several weeks we've done nothing but watch it! When are we going to watch something I want to watch?!" you snapped, hands balling into fists.

You could tell Kunhang was taken aback back your outburst as he floundered to find a response. You expected him to bite back, adding fuel to your fire by saying something along the lines of 'I work so much! Why can't we watch what I want!' But to your great surprise, his face just dropped.

"I like the way you hold onto me," he said softly.

You squinted.

"Huh?"

He sighed and sat up straighter, putting the bowl of popcorn on the table.

"You always cling to me when a part scares you. Sometimes you even jump into my lap and I like that. I like protecting you..."

As his voice trailed off, you sighed, anger evaporating. You sat down on the couch next to him and took his hand.

"I don't mind that sometimes, but not all the time," you said. "Besides, wouldn't you rather make out while watching a romance movie?" you smirked.

He paused at the suggestion, seeming to weigh his options in his mind before flicking the television back on and searching up the sappiest romance movie he could find.

With a grin, you sat back on the couch and discreetly coated your lips in cherry chapstick while he found a movie.

YangYang:

Originally posted here

Your feet and back ached as you walked through the door to your apartment after an exceptionally long shift at the diner you worked at part time. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed with your loving boyfriend and go to sleep in his arms. However, as you laid eyes on Jeno and Jaemin sitting beside YangYang with some game loudly playing from the tv, you couldn't help but groan.

"I'm home," you called tiredly, biting back the urge to grumble about games as you made your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and maybe a sugary snack.

As soon as you flicked on the light, you couldn't fight the irritation as your eyes met three empty pizza boxes stacked carelessly on the stove and a mountain of plates, cups, and bowls you'd begged YangYang to take care of that morning.

"YangYang!" you snapped, teeth gritting as you found the trashcan, also filled to the brim, waiting to be taken out.

You heard mumbling from the living room followed by an absence of firing guns, meaning they'd paused the game. YangYang walked into the kitchen, eyebrows raised as if he had no idea why you'd called for him.

"What the fuck Yang! I ask you to do the dishes, they're not done! Taking the trash out is your job anyway and it's piled sky high! And those fucking pizza boxes don't belong on the damn stove! What did you do today?! Sit on your ass while I was slaving away!" you yelled.

In hindsight, you probably shouldn't have picked a fight with YangYang's buddies in the next room, but your tired brain could take no more.

"I had to practice and they just got here an hour ago! Don't go snapping at me when you just as easily could do the dishes now!" he snapped back.

"Why should I have to! I've been working all day! You could have done the dishes before they got here! Hell, I wish you would have!"

"Excuse me for not being a clean freak!"

You blew out a huff of air and squeezed your eyes shut.

"Whatever, just go play your damn game."

You turned away from him and moved to the sink, starting the water and pouring in a good squirt of dish soap before grabbing a sponge and getting ready to wash the dishes before a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, a face nuzzling into your neck.

"I'm sorry I didn't do the dishes baby," YangYang whispered softly.

You didn't respond as he pulled the sponge out of your hand.

"Go to bed. I'll do the dishes and then come join you," he whispered.

It was a fast change of heart, but one you were thankful for. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before making your way toward your shared room, not missing the way Jeno and Jaemin bolted from the apartment before YangYang roped them into helping.

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[hello-nichya-here]

alright living up to my reputation as a tipsy anon :) how about that halloween party idea I mentioned? is it original? no. do I wanna write it anyway? yea :D 

also, I know I promised a part 2 on a different drabble but I didn't like that one & I (think?) I do like this one so maybe there will be a part 2 idk 

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"You good, buddy?" Sokka asked, laughing and patting Zuko on the shoulder as Zuko stumbled out of the porta-potty, swaying on his feet. 

Zuko rolled his eyes, flipping Sokka the bird as his friend went into the porta-potty next. The massive event was winding down. A girl in a catsuit was holding back her sexy nurse friend's hair as the nurse puked in the bushes nearby. The food trucks had all closed by now. A handful of 'whooping' kids were still playing a game of beer pong at a folding table. Zuko had worried he would run into Azula tonight, but so far - no sign of her. He knew she'd started this semester, a freshman and two years behind him, but he'd yet to bump into her on campus. It had been just over six years since Zuko saw his sister - since the day he was taken away by social services and sent to live with his uncle after his father scarred the left side of his face beyond recognition on a hot stove. 

Halloween was the biggest party of the year for Caldera University students - it took place just far enough into the autumn semester that everyone was desperate for a chance to unwind. Plus what twenty-something didn't love a good excuse to dress up ridiculously and drink enough booze to destroy their liver? 'A Halloween Party's a rad excuse, to put your body through mad abuse,' Zuko thought, amusing himself with the reference. 

"What are you grinning at?" 

Zuko turned at the sound of a piercing voice nearby. A very beautiful girl in a very tiny red dress was leaning against a tree, smirking at him. Her lips matched her dress. She was wearing red stiletto heels with straps showing off her perfect calves. Her dark hair fell across her shoulders in soft locks, and she wore a red and black masquerade-style mask. She was also wearing a headband with curling deep red goatlike horns on top. 

"Here to tempt me into another drink? Or maybe into bailing on my buddy and walking back to my dorm alone?" Zuko asked, opting to ignore her question. 

The girl chuckled. "Why would I do that?" She was trying to convey a sense of certainty, but Zuko heard the slur in her voice. 

"Well, you're the devil, right?" Zuko said. 

"Perhaps not original," the girl said. "Granted. But it's fitting, trust me." She winked. Then she walked a little closer, touching the white mask covering the left half of Zuko's face. It was just them under the trees. A shiver ran down Zuko's spine at her touch. Her fingernails were long and painted black with intricate blue designs on each of them, like flames. "And you're what - hiding a horrible deformity?" 

Zuko glared. "The Phantom of the Opera is a very popular book." 

"Most people have only seen the movie," the girl said. Her hand was still on Zuko's face. "But I get your point." She narrowed her eyes, peering at him through her masquerade mask. "Do I know you from somewhere?" 

"Don't think so," Zuko said. Then he frowned. "You seem kind of familiar too." 

"Oh trust me," the girl said. "I'm not the kind of person you'd forget." She laughed, and it was a surprisingly cute sound, soft and uncertain. So far this girl had come across as cold, maybe even a little mean. "I'll admit I'm new here and I haven't met a lot of people worth talking to. Do you want to go back to my dorm with me?" 

Ten minutes later, Zuko found himself in the cleanest dorm room he'd ever seen. Unlike his and Sokka's shared space, there were no clothes or books scattered across the floor or on the desks. The single-bed dorm was so spotless it would be easy to mistake it for empty. Zuko sat on the bed while his mystery friend dug in a drawer, producing a bottle of Kors Vodka, Gold Edition. 

"You have expensive taste," Zuko said as she sat beside him on the meticulously made bed. 

The girl laughed, taking off the lid and drinking from the bottle. "Well, consider yourself lucky I like you." She handed him the bottle. "Normally I'm rather stingy." 

Zuko smirked, taking a drink. "You must not have met many people worth meeting here." 

The girl frowned, looking down as she took the bottle back. "No, not really. Then again, I have a way of chasing people off." 

Zuko moved a little closer on the bed, instinctively putting a hand on her knee. "I'm not going anywhere."

The girl smirked, and Zuko's insides warmed up. "No, you're not." 

Zuko found his eyes wandering the girl's body now. He might have had more shame if it weren't for the booze flowing through him. As it was, he ran his hand up her thigh, pushing the ends of her skirt up. She leaned into it, touching his chest with her hand. Zuko's eyes were drawn to the low cut of her costume, showing off the edges of a black silky bra. 

The mystery girl pressed her lips to Zuko's then and it was sweet for a moment - hesitant and shy. Then Zuko pushed her backward on the bed, climbing on top of her and kissing her with everything he had, running his hands across her curves and exploring her body. Zuko wasn't sure what compelled him to do it - if it was the booze or the intense attraction. He thought maybe though that something about this girl was just begging for it. The soft, surprised, sound of pleasure she let out as his hand slid between her legs, playing with her tiny panties, confirmed that she was enjoying the way he was holding her down. 

"Are you always this forceful?" she panted, a challenge in her gold eyes, still encased in the mask. 

Zuko grinned, sliding his fingers under her panties and teasing her as he bit down on her neck, making her cry out. "No," he said, kissing lower, until his face was between her breasts, kissing the exposed cleavage. "You're special." 

The costumes make total sense, and hell yes she's special! If that's how extra horny Zuko was just by looking at her, imagine once he knows it's Azula AND has moved on from the shame of "I can't sleep with my sister (again)."

Always great to see your scenarios! I live for them!

#asks #zucest #not safe for what #tipsy anon

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Chapter Thirty-Six: How I Did It - By Jack The Ripper

Rated PG-13: For dark themes and language

Masterlist

~We'll never get free Lamb to the slaughter What you gon' do When there's blood in the water? The price of your greed Is your son and your daughter What you gon' do When there's blood in the water?

Beg me for mercy Admit you were toxic You poisoned me just for Another dollar in your pocket Now I am the violence I am the sickness Won't accept your silence Beg me for forgiveness~

"He's here."

Crossing the Event-Horizon

That's what that's called. I've always thought that's the most beautiful way of putting it. The words have a certain ring to them.

Crossing the Event-Horizon

It means crossing the point of no return. That itself - the point of no return - could mean a lot of things. It could mean the beginning. It could mean the end. It could mean the infinite. It could mean life. It could mean death. It could mean war, peace, happiness, sadness, or anything in between.

But it means one thing for sure.

Crossing the Event-Horizon means there's no going back.

If I had to identify a beginning to the end of my story, then I think that little red dot on the map of time is where I'd stick my proverbial pin. That one little sentence, those two little words.

Yes, it was that moment, I think.

That was when it all started to go wrong.

"Felix is here," I said quietly, "He's outside."

I didn't know what I was going to do to get my revenge from that point. All I knew was, in order to kill Felix, I would need to get to him. And that meant getting away from Jack. Getting away from the son of the devil is something certainly easier said than done.

I would have to do it in a manner which would compel him and the Winchesters to come 'save me'. Of course, I could just knock Jack out and ditch him, but then I would have no back-up if things with Felix went sour. Now, if there was one thing I had learned in the five years leading up to my presence in that lighthouse, it was redundancy. It never hurts to have a safety net. Mine just happened to be a Nephilim.

"You remembered to lock the door, right?" Jack joked. I huffed a laugh. "We're safe in here. Don't worry, Marty. I'll protect you."

Isaac shook his head. "Felix has hostages. Two of 'em." He informed me.

"It's not me I'm worried about," I said to Jack, "This is a hostage situation."

The Nephilim's expression darkened and Isaac rolled his eyes.

"Personally, I say we go on the offensive. I mean, ya boyfriend here has more than enough juice to disintegrate seven dudes, right? Just waltz out there like we own the place, boom, clap, poof, TA-DA!"

"Ya know, that's actually not that bad of a plan," I said, nodding. I relayed the message to Jack who nodded.

"I could do it." He seemed confident.

"Felix brought six helpers. Have you ever dusted that many guys before?" I asked.

"I have, yes. Many more, in fact."

Well, that was... thoroughly disturbing. He seemed so calm about it. As if anyone who stood against him was nothing more than an obstacle. That could be me one day. That could be me tomorrow.

"Alright then, lead the way," I said, smirking.

Is it bad that I hoped something would happen to Jack? Nothing deadly, of course. Just something that would stop him from using his powers to take my revenge for me. Felix was mine. I needed to be the one to kill him. If Jack did it then what had been the point of it all? So, was it bad of me to hope that the quickest, cleanest solution wouldn't be the one that played out?

Was that wrong?

Did that make me evil?

Did I care if it did?

"Everything's going to be fine, Marty. You'll see." And Jack smiled at me softly and I wondered how long that would last.

I found myself standing beside him at the door to the lighthouse. My blood was boiling for a fight because this was it. Felix was on the other side of that door and in a few hours, I would be free, one way or another. Jack turned the handle.

Across the Event-Horizon.

A vampire, a ghost, and a Nephilim stepped out into the muggy night air. It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but it was more the beginning of a new era, at least for me. I stayed mostly hidden beside Jack, maintaining my air of powerlessness. Isaac stepped into place at the Nephilim's other side to match. I could feel the heat of Felix's presence bleeding through the space between us. He carried with him the foul stench of burning tar and just his scent made me want to wrinkle my nose.

He stood about ten feet away from Isaac, Jack, and me, flanked by six other vampires. There was no army, not that I had expected there to be - that wasn't how Felix worked. He didn't need an army, he'd brought two hostages. Two humans knelt on the ground in front of each of Felix's lackeys, poised to die.

Felix's lips stretched into something that approximated a smile but his little ruse was transparent. I could see the hate simmering in his eyes.

"This little game of ours has been fun but a score still stands to be settled and its resolution, I do believe, is long overdue. There is no place left for you to run, child. Are you finally ready to face judgment for your crimes, Martina?" He said. A smile spread across my face to match his.

"Are you?" I challenged, leaving all human emotion out of my voice. I had been so afraid of him before, but that fear was in the past. I had come to witness true power, I had seen it up close and Felix Ashton Monroe was nothing in comparison. I wasn't afraid of him anymore.

"I suppose you'll just have to find that out," He said. "Now, I've just had a rather unsavory chat with one Samuel Winchester. Barbarians those boys are - him and his brother. I do so hope you'll remember the manners I taught you and come along like a civilized being."

"Ready when you are," Isaac reported. His Darth Vader figure was tucked safely in my boot and I counted the fact that Felix didn't know about him as one of the few advantages I had. Both Isaac and I knew that in order to keep that advantage my brother would have to suffer through being dragged behind a car via his attachment to the figure to prevent Felix from noticing his presence. We had decided a long time ago that I wouldn't face Felix alone. Isaac had protested against us facing him at all.

It was ironic, really. He was the ghost, yet out of the two of us, I was the vengeful one. See, Isaac had never sought revenge against Felix. The only person Isaac wanted vengeance against was himself. He sought punishment for his failure to keep me safe, to keep any of us safe. I suppose he got his wish. Ever since that night, Isaac remained trapped on earth with what was less of a mission and more of a duty. To keep me alive. If one looked at it properly, that was another advantage. Isaac had been formidable when he was alive, but as a vengeful spirit and with a threat on my life to power him up, Isaac was alarmingly deadly.

I didn't need to send him a discreet nod to acknowledge his words. The two of us had been preparing for this moment for five years. We knew our roles. We knew what we had to do.

"Marty isn't going anywhere with you," Jack cut in, his voice firm.

"You're Jack Kline I presume," Felix said in his usual drawling tone. His voice too reminded me of tar with the way it oozed lazily around his words. Everything about him was so clean and sharp yet somehow it was all horrifically revolting.

"I am, yes." Jack nodded. He was trying to sound confident and authoritative, mimicking Sam or Dean or Castiel. But he wasn't like them, it wasn't in his nature. Jack was too soft. Felix regarded him with a smirk, studying the boy in a calculating manner as if Jack were merely a rare antiquity he was appraising in an effort to determine its value.

"The boy born to rule..." He hummed, drawing out the words almost reverently. "Yer smaller than the rumors describe ye to be."

"So are you," Jack replied, standing up straighter and lifting his chin confidently.

"Oh, I'm afraid not." That slime ball cracked a smile. "I'm much too careful to allow for rumors of my physical appearance to drift beyond my reach."

"Really?" Jack challenged. "Because it seems like Martina found us. She told us everything about you."

Felix just laughed like he was talking to something as insignificant as a flea.

"Do ye never listen, young one? I said I don't allow rumors to drift beyond my reach. Seeing as Martina is standing directly ahead of me, I'd say she is well within my grasp. That which is mine does not escape me, laddie. She knows that better than anyone," Felix said.

"If you're so careful, then why come here yourself?" Jack asked, struggling to remain impassive. He didn't really have a poker face.

"Why, because unlike an amateur I actually quite enjoy getting my hands dirty every now and again. Especially with a vendetta this personal. Isn't that right, Martina?" Felix taunted. "Will you be coming willingly or not?"

"I said you can't have her," The half-angel forcefully growled. Jack pushed me behind him, shielding me from my creator's gaze.

"Is that so? I was unaware you had a choice in the matter," Felix accosted, seemingly amused. "Were your circumstances not clearly implicit in the situation? No? Very well! If you insist against using so much as a modicum of intelligence, I suppose I'll have to explain this situation to you. See, these dirty, pathetic excuses for intelligent life forms you see trembling before you are called humans, dear boy. I hear you're quite fond of them, and today they are playing the role which we in the criminal world usually refer to as the hostage. Now, their miserable little lives are in your hands, Jack. I am a man of my word thus I will gladly release them, alive and well, upon the prompt return of my property. However, I will not hesitate to rip them both to shreds right in front of you if I don't get my way. Do you understand that , boy?"

Jack didn't respond. He appeared torn between protecting me and saving the lives of the hostages.

"Good," Felix droned, "Now, are you ready to leave, Martina dear?"

" You don't get to speak to her ," Jack snarled. His teeth snapped together with an audible click as he threw his arm out in front of me, not quite ready to give up. Felix rolled his eyes.

"Must we really do this the hard way?" He asked, boredom evident in his tone.

"Yes."

Felix tilted his head and his gaze flicked to me. I could see a hint of amusement in his expression.

"Tell me, lassie. Have you kissed him yet?" He chuckled. Then, abruptly, his expression darkened. "Or is he just that stupid? "

"Who says I did anything?" I replied evenly. Felix huffed, rolling his eyes.

"So you have?" He turned his attention to Jack who just seemed confused. "Did you enjoy it, me boy? If you'll recall, I did wish you a very exciting first, did I not?"

"Marty, what's he talking about?" Jack asked, doubt wavering in his voice. I didn't answer him. Felix was taking a chisel to the wall I'd built in that boy's head. Not causing enough damage to send it crumbling, but planting enough doubt for it to hurt even worse when it did.

"Ah, my devious little Martina," Felix sighed, shaking his head dramatically. "You're as predictable as you are appallingly cruel."

"Guess I learned from the best," I hissed, glaring at him.

"Does that mean you'll be sensible?" He asked, raising a brow.

"You're not taking her!" My angel boy yelled. "She's mine. " A shock ran through my bones as Jack's powers ignited and his metaphysical wings spread out in front of me in a terrifying reminder of what he truly was.

Felix didn't flinch. Instead, he chuckled.

"That's cute," He said, gesturing to Jack's massive wings. Then, he straightened the cuffs of his suit and sighed. From out of his pocket he retrieved a box of matches, pulling one out and striking it. He tossed the match lazily in front of him, the reflection of its tiny flame dancing in his eyes.

The match hit the sand and flickering orange flames erupted from where it landed. The fire spread outward in a ring that encompassed the entire lighthouse, trapping me, Jack, and Isaac inside.

Jack hissed through his teeth as he watched the flames die down. They were low enough to pass easily through, so how were they supposed to contain us?

"In case ye can't tell, that there is holy fire," Felix informed, tucking the matches back in his pocket. "Any angel who finds themselves encircled by holy fire is rendered powerless, and if one tries to step through those flames, one will be instantly vaporized." He looked up again, unimpressed. "Don't get smart with me, boy . I am thousands of years your senior. I'll do with that disgusting whore whatever I damn please."

"No, you won't !"Jack yelled. His wings flared out and a blazing golden light poured from him like molten metal. The air buzzed with a divine power that burned my skin from standing so close. He was like sunlight, and it burned. I cowered away but watched in awe as Jack's veins lit beneath his skin as if gold were pumping through them instead of blood. Because that's what Jack Kline was. He was power. With a sudden ferocity, the flames leaped up, roaring around his body in an effort to keep him trapped inside. But Jack did the impossible and stepped beyond the ring with a cry of effort.

Felix did not cower away as his underlings did; he merely tilted his head with slight interest.

"How intriguing," He mused, folding his hands in front of him. "Tell me, lad. How did you manage that?"

Jack glared at Felix, his chest heaving, for I could tell that act had caused him pain.

"I'm not an angel."

Jack raised his hand, poised to snap the monsters all into dust.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you," Felix half-heartedly warned.

"Why not?" The Nephilim ground out.

The vampire smiled coolly. "Because these fine specimens here are not my only hostages." Of course, he had more. He was always prepared.

"Where are the others?" Jack demanded, eyes flaring.

"They're safe and sound, I assure ye. Unless, of course, you try to do somethin' stupid, such as kill me. If that's the case, and I do hope it's not, then my people have orders to do some rather unsavory things to a room full of children." Felix raised a brow, daring Jack to make a move against him.

"I can save them," Jack said, confident.

"Please! Ye don't even know where they are!" He scoffed. "Do what ye must, Jack Kline. But I really do fear for the children." Jack gritted his teeth but said nothing. He knew he was beaten. "That's better." Felix turned his attention to me. "Give up this pitiful act of yours, Martina. Come on out. You know this is checkmate."

I stepped away from Jack and stood tall, allowing the thing that had made me to see the steel in my eyes. I passed Jack and planted myself in front of Felix.

"This isn't checkmate, Monroe. This is merely check. I'll be damned before I walk into something with no way out, you know that better than anyone." My voice was calm and cool and I let it chill him. It was my real voice, not that other one I always used to put people at ease. My real voice was the one that makes people do what I want.

The corner of Felix's mouth twitched up. "Oh, yes. I know." He leaned down, his face merely an inch away from mine. "I'm looking forward to it."

"So, where's the car?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Right this way, m'dear." He gestured towards the dirt road a ways away and started toward it. I began to follow but Jack's voice made me stop.

"You're a monster," He spat, shaking with rage. His pained expression had morphed into one of hatred and his glowing golden eyes fixed on Felix.

Felix twisted around, mildly amused more than anything.

"Empathy, humanity, and morality make you weak, boy. Alas, weakness is a bitch , isn't it?" He smirked, basking in the pain he caused.

"I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU!" Jack screamed. His power flared with his anger but there was nothing he could do. The absolute helplessness and hopelessness of his situation finally dawned on him. He never could stand feeling helpless.

"Hold on, I'm confused. Is that not what you do ?" Felix jeered, lifting a brow. Jack froze, his eyes going wide and puppy-like as the vampire's words hit him in the heart. His rage and power dimmed.

"W-What?" Poor thing. His voice sounded so small. He had never been made for this.

"You're the Winchester's attack dog, are ye' not?" Felix clarified. "Playing judge, jury, and executioner for anything you deem a monster."

"You are a monster," Jack scowled, clenching his fists.

"Oh, I know that!" Felix laughed. "But I like to think I've done quite a bit to earn me that title. There are, however, six quite innocent and quite human patients in critical condition at a Manhattan hospital. Six patients, who you put there. Those weren't monsters now, were they?"

Jack's face paled. Sam and Dean had said everyone was fine. Sam and Dean had lied. "H-How did- How did you-"

"That was some stunt you pulled in Times Square, boy," He mused. "Did you really think I wouldn't know about it?"

"Th-that w-was... I-it wasn't... I didn't mean to I-" Jack shook his head in denial. "It was an accident!"

"Why, of course it was!" Felix laughed. "You've not a malicious heart nor the disposition to take an innocent life. Dear boy, you are but a loaded gun for the Winchesters aim at anything they don't like."

Jack shook his head. "T-that's not true! I kill things that are evil because they hurt people." His words sounded hollow like they were something practiced. Like something that had been pounded into him.

"Do ye now? Because as I recall, you killed your own mother and ye' don't even know why. Sad, that." Felix smiled. "You kill because you were bred to; it's your purpose. It's almost cute, the son of the devil thinking he's a hero."

"I am ! I'm a hunter!" Jack insisted.

"You are not a hero," Felix sneered, shaking his head. "You are a murderer, Jack Kline. What else could ya be?" The Scottish man turned on his heel, not caring much to hear what the Nephilim had to say.

"Y-you're wrong. You're wrong about me!" That was all Jack could force out. He tried so hard to keep the tears at bay. I shook my head and turned away from him to follow my creator. "M-Marty?" Jack called out from behind me, his voice laced with desperation and confusion.

I stopped.

In that moment, I finally stripped away the final pieces of the human girl I'd made for him. The girl I'd designed for him to love. Jack would never see her again. That girl was gone now. And good riddance to her; I hoped she'd never come back.

Because she was weak.

And I was not.

Because she was human.

And I was a monster.

Because she was kind.

And I was cruel.

Because she was innocent.

And I was insane.

Because she was honest and grateful.

And I was a deceitful manipulator.

Because she was the blissful mirage.

And I was the horrid reality.

Because she was perfect.

And I never could be.

Because Jack Kline loved that sweet girl.

But that girl wasn't ME.

She never had been.

Of course, I still loved him which only made this harder. But I supposed that in a few hours that would be of no consequence. He wouldn't care. And that fact hurt like a needle to the heart, but pain only brings power to those with nothing left to lose. So, I threw my head back and I laughed as I embraced that pain, just as I did for every other cut and bruise I had ever received. That needle was one in a million and all that pain was what made me real. So, I sighed and turned back to where my angel boy stood, staring at me like some lost puppy.

"I'm sorry, Jack," I said sweetly, "Thanks for getting me this far, I don't think I could have done it without you. Unfortunately, this is something I have to do on my own. This is my last page and nobody can write it for me."

"You can't go," He said, shaking his head. There were tears in his eyes but none in mine. I smiled at him and that was the first he'd seen from me that was real, because, for the first time, Jack was talking to me.

"Why are you worried, Jack?" I was surprised at how smooth and pleasing my own voice sounded, now that I took notice. My real voice was why I was dangerous; when I used it I could make anyone do anything. But there was a reason I had been masking it for so long. It was what had gotten me into this in the first place. "I know you'll come to save me."

"What if I'm too late?" He asked, his voice breaking.

"Then I'll be there waiting for you," I answered.

"You'll die," Jack whispered. I laughed lightly, shaking my head.

"I'm not going to die today, Jack."

"You don't know that!"

"I've known for longer than you think," I said. I watched his teary, desperate expression and copied it to my memory as best as I could. It was the last time he'd look at me that way. At least for a while. "Just do me one last favor?"

"Anything," Jack promised.

"There's a girl you haven't met yet, try not to hate her when you do." I smiled and Jack nodded, trying his best to stay strong.

Then I left him there.

Alone in the sand, he watched a stranger he thought he loved going to what he thought was her death and vowed to save her from it.

Was it wrong for me to deceive him?

Did I care if it was?

***

Sam paced back and forth along the length of the lighthouse as he waited for Dean and Castiel to return. Every few minutes or so he would check his watch anxiously and run a hand through his hair, muttering something unintelligible under his breath before he resumed his pacing.

But Jack wasn't paying attention to that. He was busy staring at his hands. There were too many thoughts racing through his head for him to focus on any one of them. It had all happened so fast and there was nothing he could have done, but it didn't feel that way. Jack felt responsible. Martina was going to die because of him. It was his fault.

It was always his fault.

The door of the Lighthouse burst open, revealing Dean and Cas standing there in the driving rain that had come on before anyone had time to notice. Dean threw himself inside and Cas trailed after him, taking the time to close the lighthouse door while Dean shook the rain off like an oversized dog.

"What took you so long?" Sam was immediately questioning. "Where were you?"

"Gettin' information," Dean smirked. "It took a while, but one of the bloodsuckers squealed. What happened here, Jack?"

"I kissed Martina," Jack blurted out.

"What?" Sam, Dean, and Cas asked in unison, sharing the same disbelieving expression.

Jack hadn't meant to say it but it just sort of came out. It probably wasn't his fault, though. Jack simply couldn't stop thinking about every detail of his time with the girl in the lighthouse. He wanted to focus on what had happened after, but his brain simply wouldn't cooperate.

"I, um... I kissed Martina..." He repeated, somewhat nervously. "And I think I liked it..."

Had he liked it? Jack thought so; he was pretty sure. But something about it felt off.

Why had he kissed her in the first place? What had compelled him to do that? Jack didn't know.

His memories of the kiss were strange. He remembered clearly the emotions he'd felt, and the intensity of them. Yet, for some reason, Jack couldn't seem to recall where those feelings had come from. He had wanted to kiss Martina, but not like that... Or... maybe he had? It felt to Jack as if the decisions he'd made weren't his own. He couldn't even remember making any decisions, really. All he remembered was those feelings and acting on them. Something about that seemed off to him but Jack wasn't sure. He supposed it wasn't that out of the ordinary for him to behave impulsively. On the contrary, he tended to do that quite a lot. So, what was bothering him?

"Wait..." Dean paled, "You and Marty... You- You two didn't, like... do it in a lighthouse, right?"

Jack tilted his head, brows furrowing. "Do what?"

"C-Cas?" Dean's face whitened another shade as he turned to the seraph. "Please tell me your son didn't-" Castiel gave a long-suffering sigh.

"No, Dean. I really don't think they did anything," He said, rolling his eyes.

"Not everyone is like you," Sam added. Dean waved him off.

"Yeah, okay, but why am I the only one gettin' weirded out by this?" He exclaimed.

"Because we have bigger problems, Dean!" Sam pointed out, exasperated. Sam seemed anxious and Jack wondered what he wanted to tell them.

"Well, I think this is pretty big!" Dean insisted, turning to Jack. "Dude, what the hell?"

"I don't understand what you mean. Martina and I kissed." Jack said simply.

"Dean, seriously. I-" Sam tried. Dean held up a hand, sighing.

Dean sighed. "Jack... Y-You don't do that."

"Dean! Listen-"

"Not now, Sam!" Dean cut him off again.

"Why not? Jack asked, frowning.

"Look, ya just- Ya gotta wait a little while, man!" Dean said, running a hand over his face. "I mean, Marty's like, twelve!" He insisted. By then, Sam had decided he'd had it.

"No, Dean! She's really not!" The younger Winchester yelled, throwing his hands in the air.

"What?" Dean was shocked by his brother's sudden outburst. Sam took a deep breath to calm himself now that he had everyone's attention.

"Martina's not as young as we think she is. I-I think she's older, m-much older." Sam said, stress leaking into his tone.

"What are you saying, Sam?" Cas asked.

"I'm saying we've been played."

***

The car ride was smooth and it was the first time I'd been in a limo, so naturally, I took the comforts offered me. I stretched out across the seat, lounging as I stared out the tinted window. I didn't worry about Felix sitting directly across from me. I knew he didn't want to kill me. Not yet anyway.

"I'm curious, how did you manage to fool them?" He asked, watching me with a comfortable expression.

I shrugged. "Long story, lots of boring details."

"Indulge me," He insisted.

"Why should I?" I asked. He shrugged, mimicking me.

"I'm simply curious."

I hummed. "I bet you are."

He smirked. "Well, what can I say? It's just my nature." I nodded vaguely, continuing to stare out the window. We both knew how this would end. There was no real reason not to tell him.

"Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester and the angel Castiel..." I said their names thoughtfully, allowing the corner of my lips to twitch up into a sly smile. "They seem so simple at first glance. You have the poor unfortunate soul who lost so much yet kept his kindness, the perfect killer who spent his whole life at war, and the fallen angel who found a home. But if that was all there was then I never would have fooled them. However, for men who claim to be so faithless, there's so much they want to believe in."

"Whot do ye mean?" Felix asked, tilting his head. I smirked lazily. T

"I'll start with Sam. Sam is kind because he's damaged, but the last thing he is is a fool. When someone's good at unraveling lies, the last thing you do is give them a really big one to unravel. If you do that, then they'll cut right through and they'll figure you out easily. So, what do you do? You give them distractions. Hide puzzles within puzzles and Sam will stop to solve each one because he loves it. But how do you get him to ignore the big picture?" I stopped and grinned.

"It's easy really. All I had to do was appeal to his hate. Sam Winchester is so extraordinarily full of such raw and powerful hate, that if you simply aim it at a conceivable target, he can ignore anything else. And of course, with his hate blinding him to the truth, Sam can't figure out the lie. All one has to do to fool Sam is give him a puzzle to solve and something to hate.

"So, I made him hate you."

***

"How?" Castiel asked, tilting his head.

"It's Marty. We can't trust her," Sam said. Dean scoffed

"After all that lecturing earlier? Why the hell not?" He demanded. Sam took a nervous breath.

"Because she's been lying to us, Dean," He said. "I-I think she's been lying to us this whole time."

Dean's jaw clenched and he crossed his arms over his chest. "What are you talking about, Sam?" His voice was tight and guarded.

"I talked to Felix after I saved the little girl," Sam admitted.

"You just stood there and talked to that son of a bitch! He's a sick, messed up, psychopath! Sam, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Dean yelled. Sam held out his hands in a peacemaking gesture.

"I know w-what he is, Dean. A-and, believe me, I thought the same things you are now and I swear it was over the phone a-and all he did w-was tell me things. But-" Sam hissed through his teeth and tugged at his hair, seemingly at war with himself.

"But what, Sam?"

"I don't know. He- he just-"

"You don't know?!" Dean interrupted accusingly.

"H-He said things, alright! Felix told me things. Things about Marty. A-and they- they made - They just made so much sense! And I hate him just as much as you do and I don't wanna believe him but-" Sam's voice faltered and he shook his head seeming lost.

"What did he tell you?" Castiel pressed, gentle but still firm.

"He told me Martina killed his wife."

***

"Now, Dean? Dean's a little harder," I said as the driver made a sharp left-hand turn. "Dean's not just a hardened killer, though that's mostly what he wants people to see. He wants people to see the machine without a heart so no one will see how horrifically broken he really is." Thinking of what Dean was really like made me laugh and I flicked my gaze at Felix. "And believe me when I say that there's nothing that could fix him by now."

"But there's so much more to him than the killer and the brokenness. Dean's the righteous man who's never known a day away from war. There are so many things he wants so desperately. Dean dreams of walking peacefully along a beach yet he's never even been to one. For all he's never had Dean tries to give it to others. For all the blood and death he's seen he's remarkably full of love. Love is the key, really. Dean Winchester loves more powerfully than anyone I've ever met. If Dean loves someone he'll do anything for them.

"He sees my age and sees in me the child he never was. He sees me afraid and wants to provide me the protection no one gave him. He sees me flinch when someone yells and wants to offer me the security he never knew. He sees an orphan and wants to give me the parental love he never had. All one has to do to fool Dean Winchester is give him a child to love.

"So, I made him love me."

***

"And you believed him?" Dean scoffed. "Marty is a kid, Sam! She's a kid! Just a scared kid who needs our protection! Marty never could have done something like that."

"Why not?" Cas spoke up. All eyes snapped to the angel.

"BECAUSE SHE'S A KID!" Dean roared. Jack flinched away from him, he'd always hated when Dean yelled. It scared him. Though, this time Dean sounded less angry and more desperate. As if there was something he didn't want to believe. As if yelling the words would make them true.

"T-that's what I thought too. But what if we're wrong?" Sam asked.

"How could we be wrong?" Dean demanded.

"What if Marty's not a kid?" Sam carefully spoke, "What if she's not human?"

Dean shook his head. "No," He said, "No, you're wrong. I know what you're thinkin' and you're wrong." Jack shook his head too. There was no way... was there? Something itched at the back of his mind. He didn't know what it was. Did he want to?

"Dean, I know this is hard to accept, but we need to think this through," Sam said, holding his hands out beseechingly.

"We don't have time for that!" Jack spoke up. "Felix is going to kill Marty! We can't just let her die!"

Sam held up a hand. "He's not gonna kill her, not for a while. We have time."

"No, you don't get it! I promised I'd save her!" Jack said.

"Exactly!" Sam pointed out. "Jack, that's exactly what she wants! She's been planning this the whole time."

"What do you mean 'the whole time'?" Dean inquired, crossing his arms.

"Think back to the beginning, w-when we first met Marty," Sam said, walking them through it. "Why were we in Copper Harbor?"

"For a ghost hunt," Jack answered, impatience leaking through his tone.

"You're right, but there was another case there. What was it?"

"Blood was being stolen from the hospital..." Cas said slowly as if remembering.

"Exactly! Exactly." Sam took a breath. "Now, that ghost in the viral video, who was it? Was it whoever's bones we burned?"

"No, it was..." Jack made the connection. Why hadn't he noticed that before? "It was Isaac."

"Okay, so that means..." He trailed off.

"That Marty was lying about the hunt and the bones," Cas finished.

"Right, now why would she do that?"

"I dunno, professor. Maybe so we wouldn't torch her brother?" Dean rolled his eyes.

Sam pursed his lips, sighing. "Well, yes, b-but no! This isn't about Isaac, this is about Marty. What would she have been hiding?"

"The blood theft," Cas said decisively. Dean shook his head.

"That's a coincidence. Marty can't be - She can't-" He couldn't even say it. He could hardly think it. "Marty can't be a vampire."

***

"Castiel was harder," I continued. "Aside from the fact that he's a multi-billion-year-old cosmic being, Castiel also lacks a soul. That made tapping into his emotions significantly more difficult, but once I did that it was quite clear that I could never fool him. At least, not directly. He's intelligent, not easily deceived, and he always tries to do what he thinks is best. Whatever that course of action might be, more often than not, it hasn't been the right one.

"Castiel is, primarily, a screw-up. There's a lot of history and even more drama involving his fellow angels and the Winchesters, and he has consistently attempted to fight for both sides of the war between them. His torn loyalties have caused a great many more problems than they've fixed and it seems as though any attempt to fix one of said problems breeds yet more chaos. Castiel is rebellious. He can never seem to do what he's supposed to. So, naturally, that makes him the most dangerous piece on the board.

"When Castiel sets his mind on something, there isn't much that can sway him. His actions have proven, repeatedly I might add, that he is even willing to go behind the backs of the Winchesters if he believes it's for the greater good. But his destructive pattern stops only for the one person he's never betrayed. Thus, to fool Castiel one has to fool his son.

"So, I got my hands on Jack."

***

"Why not?" Cas snapped.

"'Cause she just can't!" Dean's voice broke.

"She single-handedly killed five vampires, Dean! Remember?" Cas pressed. "There's no way a mere child her age could have done that."

Jack shook his head, refusing to believe it. "Marty can't be a vampire. Dad, she just can't be."

Castiel sighed, his eyes soft. "I know you want to believe that."

"Why shouldn't we?" Dean challenged.

"Because she killed five vampires single handedly! What part of that escapes your understanding?!" Cas repeated with frustration.

"We don't know what happened in there!" Dean persisted.

"Exactly! WE DON'T KNOW!" Cas yelled.

"THEN WE CAN'T ACCUSE, CAN WE?" Dean shouted back. Jack flinched again and Cas took notice, forcibly relaxing his posture in hopes of reassuring his son.

Sam groaned. "Look at the facts, Dean. The research!"

"Damn the research, Sammy! This is Marty! We know her!"

"We know she's an empath!" Sam spat. "She's been playing with all our emotions, we know that! We need to look at this objectively and, as hard as that might be, it means looking at the facts!"

"What about the facts?" Dean asked reluctantly.

"Think about it," The younger brother said. "W-we did the research, remember? Remember how none of it lined up?"

"Yeah, because Felix messed with it!" Dean tried.

"Not all of it," Sam pointed out, "Marty said she was nine when she died, but her youngest brother was ten. Remember that? How could she have been younger than her youngest sibling?"

"Sam, that-"

"Because she wasn't, Dean," He hissed, "She wasn't nine. Marty was sixteen."

"I-I remember..." Dean froze, his eyes flicking up to meet his brother. "Sammy..." He said, his voice tense and shaking, "How did I forget that?"

Dread coated Castiel's tone as he answered instead.

"I think she wanted us to."

***

"Jack is a very special boy," I said, sarcasm lacing my tone. "Although, he is the offspring of a fallen archangel, so I'd assume that 'special' comes rather naturally. Thanks for that clue, by the way. It would have taken me much longer to figure him out if it wasn't for that itty bitty little detail."

"You would have gotten it regardless." Felix shrugged.

"Of course I would've!" I snorted, shaking my head. "I didn't think my abilities were of any question."

"They weren't," Felix replied. "I know what you're capable of, lassie."

I smirked devilishly. "You should." Felix's hand clenched into a fist and he sent me a tight smile.

"Indeed." He forced the word through his teeth. "Which is why I'm surprised you enlisted to lie to that boy so completely. Doesn't that violate whatever moral code of Donoghue's it is that you've adopted?" I nodded and shrugged with a sigh.

"You're right, it does. Jack is in many senses young and vulnerable and on top of that, he's dreadfully naïve. He could never deserve what I did to him." I huffed out a humorless laugh as my face twisted into a sneer. "But you do. So I made an exception."

Felix shook his head as if disappointed. "Now, now, Martina. When one has a goal, one does not make exceptions. Lest they desire to fail, of course. Only hypocrites make exceptions. Did I teach you nothing?"

"I'm not like you," I spat.

"Is that what it looks like from where you sit?" He mused quietly. I flashed him a barred toothed grin and continued.

"There's only one that Jack Kline truly wants in this world. He wants to be good - to prove to himself and those around him that despite his parentage, he can be good. He's been told that there's something wrong with him, so he wants to find a way to somehow purge it. But he can't because there's nothing wrong and there never was. Yet, he can't believe that. So it leaves him with an insatiable desire to please.

"It's pathetic, really. He seeks validation in everything. He thinks he has to be useful to be loved. Otherwise, he's just a burden, one that nobody wanted. Jack doesn't want to believe that; he wants to be told that isn't true. Jack Kline may be powerful but he's also soft - moldable if you will. See, he's so haplessly needy that it's honestly sickening. He'll do anything for you to tell him what he wants to hear. And he'll do anything to keep hearing it.

"Jack is a combination of his three guardians. He's desperate. Like Dean, he doesn't want to see what's right in front of him. But he's not stupid. I had to erase his memory more than once. Then, like Sam, I simply distracted him and, much like Castiel, I had to keep him in line by appealing to that insatiable need of his. To fool Jack Kline one has to give him someone to save.

"He thinks he's saving me." I smiled fondly when I'd finished, glancing up at Felix with a challenge in my gaze.

"Well, we both know that's impossible," He said, eyeing me with a smirk, "There's nothing left in that cold shell of yours worth saving." I grinned, showing him the insane thing he'd created.

"You're damn right."

***

Then, like a memory, there were words running through Jack's head. Words and voices, but he didn't remember hearing them.

'You said you were nine then! But y-you - you weren't!' That was his voice in his ears. But Jack couldn't remember saying those words. 'You haven't aged a day... Five years and you haven't aged a day.'

'I aged about a month, actually.'

The other voice was Marty. The words buzzed like static, making his headache. Jack shook his head. It was like Deja Vue but entirely more vivid. Sam, Dean, and Cas kept talking. It was hard to hear them through the ringing in his ears.

"Cas, are you saying she can wipe memories?" Dean asked.

"I'm not sure," Castiel replied, shaking his head. "But she can certainly suppress them."

"But it-it must only work when she's around b-because when she's gone - I know for me - When Marty's not around I-I start to remember," Sam said.

The ringing in Jack's ears intensified, making him groan and grasp at his head. He clamped his hands over his ears but the ringing only grew louder. It was like angel radio, but instead of being surrounded by fire, Jack felt like he was burning from the inside out.

"Jack?" Cas was calling his name. "What's going on?"

"I-I don't- I-" Jack gasped, the pain growing stronger. "It hurts! Dad, please make it stop!"

"Jack? JACK!"

He stumbled into Cas's arms as another blurred memory hit him like a train.

'I'm gonna need you to forget that,' Marty's voice whispered in his head. She sounded so gentle, so inviting. She sounded like a spider.

'I wish I could,' His own voice shook as Jack listened to himself say words he couldn't remember speaking. It felt like a memory that didn't belong to him.

There was more to it this time. There was a picture frame, but the picture inside was out of focus. There was an image. It was Martina. She had fangs. And there was something else too. Jack could feel it like a phantom pain. It was terror. The paralyzing kind. The feeling of being trapped. Jack felt the shadow of limbs and he couldn't move. He was trapped. Jack couldn't get out. He was trapped like a fly in a web. Marty was the spider. He couldn't get away. He couldn't get away from her.

She wouldn't let him.

'I can make you forget,' She was going to hurt him. ' Take us back to the night we met. '

'What do you mean?' His voice asked cautiously. He was scared. He was so scared. He couldn't get out.

'I'm going to talk to you, and then you're going to forget, and everything will be back to the way it was.'

'You're a monster.' He'd said

The ringing in Jack's ears faded and he bolted upright, gasping and shaking as panic set in. He needed to tell Sam, Dean, and Castiel what he'd remembered but he couldn't seem to find the words.

"S-She lied." That was all he could force out.

"Jack, what happened? Are you okay?" Castiel worried, checking over him. Jack just shook his head.

"She did something to me," He choked out, shaking. "I don't know. I can't remember. Why can't I remember? She did something to me!" He felt sick. There was something wrong with him.

No.

There was something wrong with Marty.

She was sick.

"What? What did she do?" Dean demanded, eyes wide.

"She-She made me forget. I knew. I-I knew and she made me forget!"

"Forget what?" Sam asked.

"I figured her out a-and she made me forget but I remembered." Jack stopped and only then did he realize he was crying. "She's one of them."

Because she had betrayed him. Marty had betrayed all of them. Jack didn't even know what to believe anymore. Had any of it been real? Or was it all some twisted lie?

"I'm sorry, Jack," Cas offered quietly.

"You were right, Sam," Jack whispered. He couldn't stop his voice from shattering. "Martina is a monster. A-And she lied."

There was silence for a moment. Then, Dean spoke up. Because someone had to take the lead and it was always him. It wasn't fair, but it was always him.

"We gotta go," He said, struggling to make his voice sound cold and firm. But he'd lost a daughter today.

"W-Where?" Sam asked.

"Me and Cas know where Felix is taking Marty. That kid's got some answering to do," Dean answered, his green eyes darkening with his tone. Castiel stood, helping Jack climb to his feet.

"Martina is dangerous, Dean. Are you sure you're willing to do what may be necessary?" Cas asked, watching Dean with a somber expression.

"It's not gonna come to that," Dean said.

"And if it does?"

"I will." Jack's voice was quiet but it caught the adult's attention.

"Jack, are you- Are you really sure?" Cas asked gently. Jack shook his head.

"I don't want to kill Martina. But you're right, she is dangerous." His voice faltered. "I can't let her hurt anybody else."

***

Felix's limo pulled into the garage of what was easily a multi-million dollar home. It was four stories and it reminded me of a castle with its dull grey stone and tall windows. The interior of the garage was constructed simply of polished cement and was entirely empty aside from the car now parked within it. I sent Felix a smirk and climbed from the vehicle, slamming the door shut behind me. The car was surrounded. Twenty or so of Felix's vamps stood guard but I knew they were more for display than anything else. Some of them I recognized, some I didn't.

"And here I thought this little girl's night was just gonna be you and me," I huffed dramatically upon seeing them, "You had me feeling all special."

"Sorry to disappoint, Lassie," Felix drawled. "But don't worry, I invited some of your friends too. Well, just one to be exact."

I shot him a curious glance but shrugged before sauntering my way past Felix's lackeys like I owned the place. I supposed I had, but that was so long ago. Were his minions really still so afraid of me? I surveyed one of the vamps as I passed him, taking notice of the bead of sweat dripping down his neck. He was clearly terrified.

So, they remembered who their queen was. Good.

Spinning on my toe like a ballerina, I let a bubbling laugh escape my throat. All of Felix's soldiers turned to face me, watching with careful eyes.

"Hello, Lovelies!" I called, grinning. A few of them shifted nervously. "Just thought you all should know, both your beloved Prince and Princess are dead! I killed them!" Murmurs spread around the empty garage, echoing off the polished grey walls. "That's right! Boyd's head I ripped off with a tractor, though I'm sure your leader was glad to finally be rid of his bastard son." I glanced at Felix who stood there stoically and winked. "I knew about that, by the way. As for Elwyn, I had the Devil's son snap her into dust like Peter Parker in Infinity War. 'Cept she ain't comin' back!" I giggled in reaction to the horrified expressions of Felix's soldiers and send the man himself a smirk before whipping around again.

"Ye know, Martina?" His voice made me pause though I kept my back to him. "I look at you and I don't see anyone looking back..." He trailed off, his tone thoughtful. "Where is that soul you used to have?"

"Just like I told your daughter, I lost it in the woods in favor of something else. You wanted me to learn something and I learned it!" I eyed him over my shoulder. "You never should have sent me there."

"I know that now." Felix sounded almost solemn. "Whatever Sampson brought back with him wasn't the girl I tossed in, was it?"

I shrugged. "That's where you're wrong. It's still me. Like I said, I just learned something over there is all."

"And what did you learn?" He wondered.

"That you were wrong."

"It doesn't seem I was," He said. I chuckled softly.

"You said I was made to be a queen. You were wrong."

"Aye?"

"I'm not a queen, Monroe." I turned to face him. "I'm a damn Empress." I grinned. "And, honey, you should see me in your crown."

I didn't bother to watch his expression. I just turned and walked.

Pushing my way through the garage door, I skipped down a long, dark hallway decorated with dark wooden pieces that I was sure had cost more money than they were worth. I smirked upon hearing Felix's footsteps trailing behind me. Whirling around and walking backward, I grinned at my former torturer.

"Got anything you didn't wanna say in front of your minions?" I taunted.

"I do, actually." He huffed a laugh that held no humor. "For the record, I'm sorry."

My expression soured. "No you're not."

"I am, truly." He placed his hand over his heart in a gesture of sincerity. "I apologize for my greed and my stupidity. I unleashed you upon this world; that will be my greatest regret, I think. I made you into a plague and I lost control over you."

"You never controlled me," I hissed.

"And I the second I realized that I should have put you down," Felix said. "I just hope the Winchester's don't make the same mistake."

I shook my head. "That's the think, Felix. They will."

"Perhaps. Perhaps not." He shrugged.

"I guess I'll find out, won't I? So! Where's this friend of mine?" I asked, rubbing my hands together.

"Two doors down on your right," Felix answered. I glanced at the door he was referring to then back to him.

"Ooh, goodie. Before I open it, why do I get a present?"

Felix shrugged. "Call it a joke."

I nodded. "Dope."

Then I skipped over to the dark wooden door and grasped the handle. It wasn't locked, of course, so I pulled it open. I didn't look for traps. I knew Felix would never stoop that low. The room was pitch black and there were no windows, but I found the light switch easily enough. Bright fluorescent bulbs flicked on and washed the space with light.

Sitting on a wooden chair in the middle of the room, was a rather muscular man. His arms and legs were tied to the chair and his head was tilted down. I may not have been able to see his face, but I would have recognized that old, grungy cap almost anywhere. I crossed the space between us and tapped him on the shoulder. The man inclined his head, squinting against the light, but when he caught a glance of my face, his usually bright eyes filled with terror.

I had forgotten how fun it was to instill that level of fear. I smirked.

"Hey there, Benny! I haven't seen you since the Hunger Games!"

~We'll never get free Lamb to the slaughter What you gon' do When there's blood in the water? The price of your greed Is your son and your daughter What you gon' do When there's blood in the water?

Beg me for mercy Admit you were toxic You poisoned me just for Another dollar in your pocket Now I am the violence I am the sickness Won't accept your silence Beg me for forgiveness~

Lyrics from: Blood In The Water by grandson

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[wamulu-gorillaz]

I’m redoing this cuz i didn’t like my first one, i rethinked some things too. I reeally don't know if i'm doing this right cuz i don't use tumblr and i found ya on instagram, but man, let's roll.. i want to know with who i could match. I’m Estp, i like wearing dark things, kinda gothic but not exaggerated.

I don't wanna say where i'm from but i'm pretty sure i'm from somewhere. I'm a girl, and i think that's the only relevant thing to say. (english is not my main language, so my bad for mistakes).

I love horror with all my guts, my life is cemented and built around horror, gore and the creepy and mysterious. Horror is the thing I love most in the world. I also love all kinds of art, actually painting is an exception but HEY.. the other ones are my stuff hehe. I also love comedy with a passion.

My favorite kinds of music are electronic and metal/rock, my fav rock band is Iron Maiden and my fav alternative electro musician (?) is Nero's day at disneyland (man, you should listen to Pact With God, is my favorite song of it, and it's AMAZING). Of course it's not only that, i listen to everything, but those are my mains.

In real life I'm a distant person and i don't like to care much, i do love to talk hahahehds but sometimes i have noo idea how to when the subject is... well, bad (most of them are). I don't like saying i love you or demonstrating affection just because i think it's unnecessary.

I love villains.

I HATE politics, and everything that involves a certain amount of polemics and argumentation. You gotta admit that it's simply SOOO boring everything they do.. auhuaa i have no patience for that. In fact i'm getting bored of my own text by now and reading THIS HUUUGE amount of letters could be a pain in the stomach huh? (HEHEH YOU THOUGHT-)

Anyways, i really hope you respond to this, goodbye.

Heyo! I think you might have the wrong instagram as I don't use this username for that xx

I'm not sure if you wanted a Gorillaz or Gangreen Gang matchup so I went with Gorillaz but I've added a Gangreen Gang one just in case...

Murdoc!

- He thoroughly enjoys listening with you to new sounds from your music collection

- The distance stuff doesn't really bother him when he's on tour as he's very busy (but always thinking of you). However, it can become a struggle when he's home, which is why he always cherishes the moments when you're most talkative

- He appreciates that you're not easily creeped out by scary or gory things especially since he's not exactly the cleanest or nicest person - you're okay with him being him essentially

Lil Arturo:

- He's not much of a talker and has all the patience and time in the world to let you ramble <3

#gorillaz #gorillaz x reader #gorillaz matchup #murdoc #murdoc niccals #murdoc x reader #gangreen gang #lil arturo

[gretavanfleetposts]

Could I get a ship?

I’m 5’ have short medium brown hair and hazel eyes and quite a few acne scars. I did dance for 7 years, band for 4, and choir for 4. I am going to school for gender studies, but that might change yet. I have my ups and downs with mental health and when it’s tough, it’s really tough. My favorite book genre is ya romance/sci-fi/murder mystery, and I am fairly musically diverse, I honestly can’t choose a favorite genre. I am the youngest of three, (two older brothers) and very family oriented, but that doesn’t mean I allow familial toxicity. My favorite season is spring because I love the smell of the wet ground and everything just smells and feels fresh. I also love photography, but I don’t have a good enough camera, I stick with my phone and Polaroids. I’m also not the cleanest person, but I absolutely love to organize and when I do feel like cleaning I go the whole nine yards. I’m also a Sagittarius and am immune to caffeine :)

Hey there!

❤: I want to say first that I'm so proud of you for being here and waking up every morning and getting through the tough days. We're so happy to have you! You sound so talented and in so many different things, too! And we have the same taste in books which I really appreciate. And the caffeine immunity is certainly impressive.

Ship: Sam

Because: I think you and Sam would be so cute together. I can see you each exchanging the same polaroid camera, constantly adding to your growing collection of square photos. He'd definitely sneak some of your photos into his things before leaving on tour. And you can bond over each being the youngest in the family!

Scenario:

CW: mentions of mental health issues

Sam had been gone for several weeks now

He was on the road with the band and you were left at home, not being able to leave school

It was always hard without him, but this time around especially so

For what had felt like an eternity now since he had left, you'd struggled to drag yourself out of bed each morning

You didn't want to miss your classes but you'd be the first to admit that things were slipping

It felt like the longer he was gone, the heavier it all got

Of course, Sam wasn't a cure-all. But he was like your own personal ray of sunshine. And that certainly didn't hurt

On this particular day, you had skipped class altogether in favor of staying in bed

Eventually, Sam called you when he had some down time

"Is it getting bad again?" he asked softly

Truthfully, you barely had the energy to talk over the phone but you certainly weren't going to miss his call. You didn't want him to worry though

"I'm so sorry I can't be there with you but I will be as soon as I can"

You could hear the concern in his voice as he spoke and felt a pang of guilt at the thought of worrying him while he was so far away

You did your best to reassure him. It would pass, it always did

"Well maybe you should distract yourself. You should read that book you're obsessed with for the millionth time." He laughed lightly when he said it and the sound instantly filled you with that warmth that he just carried around with him at all times

You weren't really in the mood but once he had hung up, you decided maybe it was a good idea to force yourself to do something

You stood and made your way over to your bookshelf, searching for the familiar cover that Sam had seen between your fingers plenty of times over the course of your relationship

You spotted the worn spine and pulled it from the shelf, hearing a light patter as something from within the pages of the book fell to the floor

You looked down then bent to pick it up

It was a polaroid picture of Sam practicing with his bass, a picture you hadn't seen before

It looked candid and you wondered if one of the other boys had taken it

His hair was in his face in the picture and he looked absolutely lost in the music

He was beautiful

Just then you heard a buzz from your phone as it vibrated to alert you of an incoming text

"Are you reading the book?" Sam had texted

After a confirmation, he replied, "I had Danny take them so you'd have a little surprise if you needed it"

Questioning his use of 'them', you shook the book and out fell four more polaroids, each of Sam doing various things, making silly faces, practicing, yelling at Josh, and one of him looking straight into the camera with a model-like expression

You laid them all out, a smile beginning to grow on your face

You phone buzzed and another text from Sam popped up

"I'll always find you in the darkness"

I hope you liked it! Thank you for the request!

-⭐

ships are currently closed

#anon #anon ships #ships #gvf #gvf ships #greta van fleet #gretavanfleetpostsships

[shannendoherty-fans]

People, November 15, 2004

As The Tide Turns

By Ericka Sóuter, Oliver Jones in Oahu. Photo by Mark Arbeit.

Ratings droopy? Need a vixen, stat? North Shore recruits Shannen Doherty–who says she's now "mellow".

It's 8 p.m., Shannen Doherty is in her Honolulu hotel, and the phone rings. It's a surfer pal with an invitation for the evening. "It's going to be a killer party on the North Shore," she promises.

And Doherty, the 33-year-old twice-divorced TV veteran and tabloid hell-cat, says..., uh, no, thanks. "I wasn't tempted," she insists. "Not even a pinch." Instead, she orders Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story on pay-per-view and jumps under the covers.

What exactly is going on here? Doherty, of course, has long been known for two things: nightime dramas (Beverly Hills 90210, Charmed) and a dramatic nightlife. Now she's taking another stab at the former, joining FOX's island-based soap North Shore as the troublemaking half sister of the show's goody-two-sandals (Brooke Burns). Off-camera, however, Doherty swears on the soul of Jason Priestley that what might be called The Shannen Doherty Show –the decade of headline-grabbing behavior that kept her steadily in the gossip columns– is on hiatus and may be –gasp!– gone forever. "I really have mellowed out," she says. "The pace has definitely slowed down in my life, which is good."

["At FOX, maybe I can find a home again," says Doherty (on 90210 with Luke Perry).]

Granted, it would have been a very hard pace to keep up. Some highlights: She impulsively married Ashley Hamilton, son of tanmaster George, in 1993, only to divorce seven months later, and in 2002 she married Rick Salomon – yes, the guy who taped and costarred in that notorious Paris Hilton video – a union that lasted nine months. Famously temperamental, Doherty was fired from 90210 producer Aaron Spelling, who rehired her for Charmed, where she clashed with costar Alyssa Milano. Reportedly, Doherty tried to run down ex-fiancé Dean Factor with her car, later telling Movieline she intended no harm: "Look, I have good aim. If I really wanted to run him over, I wouldn't have missed." And just last February she got into anasty tiff in South Beach with Tara Reid.

All in the past, Doherty says now. "When I was younger, when I was getting married for the first time, I wasn't on the best behavior," she admits. "I had married the wrong person, and it wasn't working out. It was an incredibly destructive relationship, and [Hamilton] was a drug addict and I didn't know towards the end, when I left him." The stories in the press, she says, hurt: "It was like all the kindness in the world seemed to have left."

[Doherty (with Jason Momoa) and her North Shore costars "get along famously," says producer Bert Salke.]

Doherty doesn't apologize for her past but says she has changed. "After a while you get so sick of going out, seeing the same people, doing the same thing," she says. "I have done all that, and it's not much fun anymore." As for men, "I know now that I won't run off and get married after two weeks–men are still on their best behavior at that point." Lately she has been dating Manhattan-based hotelier Jason Pomeranc, 33. "My taste has definitely improved, and I definitely won't be repeating the same personality types," says Doherty. That said, she adds, "I'm human. I still have the right to marry the wrong guys."

Regarding her newfound peace of mind, location probably helps. "How could anyone feel down here?" asks Doherty, who's living in Hawaii while North Shore tapes. She has taken up surfing and says she's often up at dawn for the cleanest and least crowded waves. "Whenever I get stressed, I go jump in the ocean. It purifies and cleanses me. It really does change you. It's like everything melts away." Out of the water, "if I encounter people with a bad attitude or bad energy, I don't let it seep into my own," says Doherty. "I know I sound like such a freak right now talking about all this energy stuff, but it's so true. You get back what you put in."

"I live by the beach, and my life is all about my dogs, my horses and my friends," says Doherty (in Oahu). "It forces you to look at the brighter side of things".

The North Shore casting would seem to provide an excellent opportunity to test her new resolve. In 2001 Doherty had a brief romance with her Charmed costar Julian McMahon–who at the time was married to, but said to be estranged from, Brooke Burns– who now costars with Doherty on North Shore. Doherty adamantly denies that she had anything to do with the couple's marital problems. "I come from a strong, moral Southern Baptist family," says Doherty, a Memphis native and–a rarity in young Hollywood–a diehard Republican. "For anybody to say that I could be a home wrecker is hurtful." The triangle, says Doherty, has not caused any bad blood on the Honolulu set. She and Burns "laugh together," she says. "She gave me tips on how not to show sweat stains when I'm shooting an outdoor scene wearing silk. Our relationship has been fine despite what people have tried to make it out to be. There have been no catfights."

That said, she know it will be hard to change the way some people think about her. So she tries to stick to her mother's advice. "My mom always says, 'One person at a time, Shannen.' So I always have that in my head. And you know what?" she asks. "When people meet me, they know who I am."

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The Baby Project || M.YG || 7

Pairing : Min Yoongi X Reader

Genre : Fluff

Summary : What happens when you and Yoongi are supposed to take care of a baby for a month?

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A/N : So I originally wanted to create a chapter with just Yoongi and the reader but ya'll seem to enjoy to have Yoongi, reader and kid in one so I'll be doing that instead. Besides, we still have quite a few chapters to go so I suppose there will be enough time for Yoongi and the reader ;)

" Yoongii, I'm bored." You whined as you entered the room.

" Do I look like an entertainer to you? Go bother someone else." He said, not looking away from the screen in front of him.

" Fine, I'll go see if Jin has something to do." You mumbled as you turned around and walked into the livingroom.

" On second tough, let's go watch a movie." Yoongi said as he turned you back around as you were already by the door.

You smiled at him.

" Let's watch Bambi 2." You smiled as you both sat down on the couch.

" What? No. Let's watch something else."He said as you both started a small argument.

Which ended just as quick as your phone went off.

" Hello?" You asked as you picked up, not knowing who had called you.

" Hello Y/N. I know that you and Yoongi have a free weekend, but I'd like to inform you two about the child that would be coming monday." Your teacher said.

" Oh, uh alright. Would you like to come over or talk on the phone?" You asked her.

" I'd like to come over actually, are you two free and in the apartment right now?" She asked.

" Yes, we're free." You answerd.

" Good, I'll be there in a minute." She said before abruptly hanging up.

" Who called?" Yoongi asked, still looking at movies.

" Our teacher. She wanted to explain something about the child coming monday, so she's coming over to tell us." You shrugged.

" But Y/N, we were busy.~" He whined, slumping down on the couch.

" You're like one of the most unproductive people I know Yoongi, besides all we did so far was whine over movies. Our teacher will explain some things about the kid that'd be arriving monday." You told him.

He was about to complain again when the doorbell rung.

" Hello miss, come in. Would you like a drink?" You asked as you opened the door.

She shook her head before smiling at you.

" No thank you, I'll just explain and leave again, let you two enjoy the rest of the weekend." She said.

" Alright. Come on in. Sorry for the mess by the way, we weren't expecting anyone over." You said as you let her in, tough it was kind of a lie, your apartment wasn't a mess.

" This is honestly the cleanest apartment I've seen so far." She said as she took her shoes off before walking in the livingroom.

" Thank you." You said before sitting down on one of the two couches.

" Hello Yoongi." She greeted the boy, who nodded in response.

" I have to admit that I am quite pleased and suprised at your grades. Tough I will have to lower your grade by a whole point Yoongi, because you didn't help Y/N in the first week or two." She said as Yoongi nodded, not really giving a response.

He had forgotten the fact that this project was just for a grade. When he was with you and Naeun, he truly felt like he had a family. It wasn't that he didn't have one, but his family was rich and more business orientated.

" Alright so for the next part of the project, you two will have a child by the nane of Jaehyun. He's five years old and a little shy but otherwise I tough he was pretty okay. However, I have gotten the documents of him yesterday and tough It would be better to inform you beforehand. The main problem is that I had no idea on who I could put him with, because he's quite energetic and won't listen to any of the adults, in fact, I tough about not taking him in at all, and just letting him stay within the orphanage. He's also 'returned' a lot, because he wouldn't listen or whatsoever. You two have the highest grades of the first part of the project, and I've heard that Naeun was quite difficult too until she was in your arms Y/N, so I hoped that this would also work for Jaehyun. These are his files." She explained as she handed you a map, Yoongi moving over to look at it over your shoulder.

Your teacher smiled as she saw Yoongi's action, knowing that he was a bit of a distant person.

" If I'm honest miss, I think this will go smoothly." Yoongi said.

The teacher raised her brow.

" Oh, and why's that?" She asked.

" Because we managed our whining baby too, besides Y/N has some kind of magical touch or something. We'll be fine." He huffed.

" Alright then, if you say so. I'll be going now, I have a few other students to inform too." She said as Yoongi and you nodded, eyes scanning over the file.

" You really think we're responsible enough for this?" You asked Yoongi as she left, uncertainty in your voice.

" Hey, don't doubt yourself, we managed a baby, and they're awake at night. We'll be okay." He smiled at you.

" Alright if you say so." You smiled back at him.

" Uh huh, I'm a genius, don't worry. Now let's watch Bambi." He said as he turned on the tv, which was displaying Bambi 2's intro already.

You looked at it with a suprised expression, you don't remember putting the movie on.

" I put it on while you welcomed our teacher in." Yoongi smirked as he threw an arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his embrace, allowing you to cuddle up to him.

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Bonus:👀

" Why are you crying?" Yoongi asked you as he felt water dripping onto his shirt.

" Bambi lost his mother! That's just so ssd, can you even imagine-" 

" Okay, you know what let's watch another movie now."

[anyu-blue]

I'm very tired so my mind is going interesting directions.

I'm not sure if I mentioned or brought it up to anyone, but I am pretty... Sad that I'm white trash. That's where I come from, anyway.

It makes sense, and it's good to no longer be in denial, but it doesn't feel great.

My mother was a rebellious teenager trying to get out of a terrible situation and falling in with the wrong crowd to the point she can barely take care of herself at all. Yes lots of drug use and gambling and things of that nature. Her refusal to try and turn things around in the end is what did our relationship in. I hope to never speak to her again because she just wanted to keep lying and being bleh rather than do the hard work (which I understand on some levels- it IS exhausting).... And didn't change much after we cut her out (if anything she got worse. Why TF would you SMOKE in a house with a small child after having spent years going outside to do it? I'm disgusted.).

My father... Comes from a woman who hopped baby daddies like crazy... (I love my grandmother but... Yeah. Woah.) My last name isn't even what it's supposed to be because her last husband (who may or may not have Been abusive) gave her kids his last name. And my father is the white dude with lots of junkers in his yard.. too many pets... And also had some addiction issues (they're better now, but he does admit to them).

Heck even my adoptive family... I can't tell you how many of them were/are on drugs and are just... Generally not the cleanest or smartest/most caring or aware people out there. Living in crumbling houses and decrepit conditions, and being unintentionally icky people.

Poverty is a hell of a thing. As is genetic mental health issues and generational trauma.... But some people, regardless of those things, still aren't white trash. People can absolutely be amazing while struggling.

Tevs and I are the closest to not being white trash that I've seen around us. Mostly just impoverished (and chronically ill in my case). We do our best to take care of ourselves and each other. Our home is usually clean and organized (it gets a bit disheveled while high stress situations are going on like extra work hours and audits and things, but we always bring it back).. our pets are beautiful and healthy- with proper shiny coats and weights. We're amazing workers. We don't hoard. We don't do any kinds of drugs (we typically avoid even caffeine). We don't have kids or flings (I'm too careful and cautious if I date at all, and neither of us are generally interested in people).

*sigh*

It's good to know our roots.. it is... Really really is...

But I do find myself wishing those I came from and those around me were... Better.. at times. I don't want to be a trashy human- seen as or actually trash. Some people don't care about that at all. Many don't realize they are... And then there's those of us who were just... Born into it, and may never escape it no matter how hard we try (because genetics).

I also know a lot that's holding me back is myself. I have large amounts of trauma and there's a good chance I'm grappling with Neurodivergence underneath it all.

At the very least.. I can be happy I care enough to take care of my health, be aware of others around me, and generally try to be a good person at every turn. I'm not as trashy as some... My genetic line is though.

As a side note... Some people can actively become trash too. I'm just not sure if there's a way to escape it if you're born directly from it.

I'm also aware 'white trash' is a bit of a social standing hogwash deal on some levels- just like being 'proper' is... But still.

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