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phantoms-world-and-more · 1 year

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Court case for the jokers punishment

So the joker got an infection and eventually kicked the bucket

Bruce is nutral if a little sad

Jason is pissed he couldn't kill him

And all of the other batfam are releived that the jokers not out and about anymore, and atleast the family fight on the joker ends

During a family meeting to discuss the jokers death a Lazarus pit opened up and a...butler? Servent? Footman? Who knowes! someone in a suit...

Oh and he was floating off the ground and translucent

The batfam were on high alert and instant attack mode, damian tried to stab the guy and ended up tumbling through him

Bruce walked up and intended to intimidate him, but the guy walked through him...and right for jason

:you are jason todd, correct

:why do'you care

:you are the jason todd killed by the joker and reserected by currupted ectoplasm, correct

:my death is none of your business!

:mr todd, as a victem of the joker you are entiteled to a say in the jokers punishment

The whole room got quiet, jason was freaking out but...also calm. The pit was reacting to this guy like...comradery? Companionship? It wasent negative but not positive either

Bruce was still trying to intimidate the guy into giving them answers

Tim and dick were just staring

and damian was making another swing with his sword

:w-what do you mean, jokers punishment ???

The guy pulled out a seat and told everyone to sit, he pulled out a file and put it in front of jason, bruce went to grab it but the guy slapped his hand away

:only mr todd and trusted members of the ghost kings high court may read it

That was the first time he acknowledged bruce and he didnt like being ignored, jason couldn't hold in his chuckle at B getting frustrated

Slowly jason picked up the file and began to read, the paper on the top was a basic file of jason todd before he died, age,school, adoption date, birth place basic things though the thing that stood out was the words at the bottom

Cause of death: joker

Following it was the date, time, wepon and location of his death

He flipped to the next page and saw a similar file to robin, the day he started training, his first day out, how he met bruce, an analysis of his fighting gear from that time, his patrol rout

And at the bottom was the same thing with the same information

Cause of death: joker

Jason was starting to worry why he wasent freaking out about this file he was kinda a numb giddy if that made sense, the batfam were all looking at him expectingly and the butler guy was just watching him

:why are you watching me??

: oh, you see, some ghosts tend to...loose themselves a bit when confronted with...sensitive information, I'm just making sure you wont panic

That got a look from dick and tim, bruce just "hmm"ed and damian was still glaring at the guy

Jason turned to the next page and saw another thing like the last pages, except this one was much more recent, age, height, the day he came back to the public eye,

But there was alot more concerning writing

Death date, date of reserection, level of corruption, death age, core growth, manifested abilities

Jason gave a look to the guy but didnt freak out, though everyone at the table saw the look and was starting to get concerned, jason didnt know what to make of the information let along what it ment

He turned the page and saw one for red hood, age, number of wepons, occupation, date he made his davew, number of times he tried to kill the joker, ect;

Jason tried to ignore all the things that stood out and gave him a sinking feeling and the pit had an...odd reaction

He flipped a page and rather than another log thing there were pictures, mostly id photos and things accessible to the public, but there were also alot of photos that looked like tim took them when he was playing watchdog

He flipped the page and read the following:

You jason todd, due to the crimes and atrocities commiced to you by john, kur aka:the joker

One week after the jokers death he will be tryed and condemed for his actions, and dispite the unusual circumstances surounsing your existence you are entiteled to a say in how the joker is punished

Due to your previous and current occupation you have much more sway over the outcome of the trial then most of his other victmes though they will still have their say

You will not be forced to attend any trial or judgement, as this selecting processes is voluntary and you may reject having any involvement in the case of the jokers soul, condemnation or punishment

And dew to your unique standing with parties that for whatever reason (the big bad bat, you know who) may want to joker to get a lighter sentence than diserved the batman will not have nor get any power or say over the conditions of the joker. he will not have any say and you do not have to lisen to him on any matters concerning this trial

I thank you for your time and any question you may have berry( the ghost who delivered this to you) will answer any and all questions

High king of the infinet realms: phantom

P.S: most people in the infinite realmes kinda have a grudge against the batman so don't be shocked if berry dose something to him

Jason closed the file, handed it back to berry and just...sat there for a good 5 minutes

:mr todd do you have any questions you need answering

l:... I've been out of the loop d'ya think you could...give the the details of...whatevers going on...and what court trial for the jokers soul?

:ah i can do that mr todd.

So 24 hours ago the joker passed away, dew to the ambient ectoplasm in gothem he bacame a ghost in the infinite realms

At jasons confused look he said he'd explain later

:the high king of the infinet realms immediately had his soul captured and he is currently waiting for his trial

The joker has killed alot of people in the infinite realms and they want their pound of fleash, and king phantom is beyond willing to give it to them

So anyone willing is going to his trial next week to condem him

You were killed by the joker and are under unique circumstances, in fact it was up in the air weather to let you have a say or not, but you were dead and thus entitled to a say in his punishment

Because you fought the joker and died to protect gothem you have a larger sway over the outcome than most

:... so what your saying is... i can fuck over the joker even when hes dead?

:yes

:hhahaha hell yeah!!!

Jason jumped up and started laughing like a lunitic, now it made sence why the pit was giddy, it knew he'd finally get his pound of fleash and B couldn't do shit!!!

Batman: that cant be fair

: whyever not

: he's already dead just let him rest

:after all the things he's done...never

: he's already been punished leave him be

That was the wrong thing to say as berry jumped out of the chair, knocking it over and jamming the table into the rest of the batfams ribs

:HES BEEN PUNISHED, WHAT WAY HAS HE BEEN PUNISHED

:he die-

:WE ALL DIED!! HE'S DIED, I'VE DIED, HELL YOU'VE DIED! That dose not excuse his crimes! Besids! What do you think he'd do in the infinite realms! Think you egotistical furrie a madman with no punishment, developing powers and access to multiple universes! Its a disaster waiting to happn you idiot

:it's still unfair, i will stop it

: how moron! you have no say in this you are naither a victme or a trusted member of the high kings court, you have no power

:then I'll talk to this king

:*snort* sure you will...mr todd do you have anymore questions?

Jasons giddiness froze at being put on the spot so suddenly he froze mid-cackle and had to stand properly before he answered berrys question

J: uhh... how to i get to the trial, thing on the right time

: a servent will escourt you,AND ONLY YOU, to the event. Good day and fuck you!!

Berry opened a portal, stepped through and gave bruce the finger

Everyone kinda stared at where the portal was, jason was the one to break the silence by giggling

: hahaha i still get to fuck over the joker and, for once, you can't stop me, later you egotistical furrie

Jason ran to his bike and floored it out of the batcave, he has to plan

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arroganceisherfavoritecolor · 3 months

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I will take ANYTHING with colin and/or rodrick (#I'm desperate i've read everything twice) Sorry if thats vague, but I'm like a garbage disposal and will take anything atp. Thank you if you look at this, have a great day/night!

Something about whats-her-name

"Mr. Heffley, whats got you daydreaming away in my class, hm?" Rodrick snapped back to reality, the brittle voice of his teacher shattering his thoughts about- wait... what was her name again? Oh, that's right, Y/n. Y/n L/n, how could he have already been in his 3rd year of high school and barely notice her? "Oh, sorry, it wont happen again" Rodrick said, like an idiot. The teacher simply rolled her eyes and went back to the lecture. As the teacher was talking, Rodrick went back to thinking of Y/n. Since they had just came back from winter break, Y/n must have moved her schedule around and ended up getting put into his 4th period English class. The seating chart app must have been on Rodrick's side when it was determining the new seating chart for the remainder of the year, because it had placed Y/n one person above him, but still in the row next to his, giving him a perfect view.

She was more than just gorgeous, more than ethereal, more than any word that Rodrick's pea-sized brain could come up with. She wasn't like all the other girls Rodrick had liked in the past, most of them quite prissy and rude. But Y/n? Y/n was cool, stylish and you could tell she was NOT just another brick in the wall. Although she was seen hanging out with Heather and her goons sometimes, you could tell she was nice. Rodrick knew she had an amazing personality, and he wasn't just saying that because he was totally head over heels for her. Every time he saw her from across the campus during lunch, she had that gorgeous smile of hers on her face. When he had asked his friends about Y/n, they had only good things to say about her. After a few weeks, Rodrick decided he HAD to get to know her, so he set up a plan.

Rodrick had came to the conclusion that he was going to throw a party that weekend. Since his parents and youngest brother would be gone, Rodrick felt it was the perfect (and probably only) opportunity to throw a sick ass party and impress the girl of his dreams. He sent out a group text in his schools group chat, which soon got screenshotted and posted on various social networking's. Most of the time, Rodrick didn't give a damn about what his peers thought of him. He had gone through all 11 years of school being seen as a dorky, emo weirdo. But now that Y/n was in the picture, Rodrick gave every damn and a bag of chips. He knew this kickback of his had to be off the hook, it was really his only chance to get Y/n to fall for him.. because y'know, he cant just go up to her and ask for her number or something... boy logic.

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The Heffley household was PACKED. Teenagers coming in like ants marching. 30 minutes after the party started, Rodrick chose to stop answering the door, and just leave it wide open. People were drunk, some partying it up inside the house, and others passed out in the yard. As he surfed through seas of people, Rodrick made his way to the backyard. There, he saw Y/n sitting on the porch, alone. He opened the sliding glass door, feeling the fresh air on his skin. Y/n turned around, eyes widened. They soon softened when she saw Rodrick. He stood there, looking down at Y/n. She smiled, scooting over to make some room for Rodrick. He smiled, sitting down next to her. Finally, he broke the silence. "So... am I interrupting something? Or are you only out here 'cus my party's lame?" Y/n smiled, Rodrick swore he could feel his pupils dilate. "Nah, of course not. It just really stuffy in there, needed a breath of fresh air." She broke eye contact with him, looking down at her drink. Rodrick saw it wasn't even beer, it was Coke. As he continued to stare at her, Rodrick realized that Y/n is even prettier up close. She turned her head to look at him, which made Rodrick snap out of his trance. "Is there something wrong?" Asked Y/n, her head cocked to the side. What kind of question was that? Of course there was something wrong. Rodrick is sitting outside with the girl hes been damn near stalking, ALONE, and he probably creeped her out because he can't keep his eyes off of her for two seconds. "No, nothing wrong. You're just.." Rodrick couldn't find it in himself to spit out what he so badly wanted to say. "I'm just what?" Y/n's eyebrows were furrowed, a confused expression on her face. "You're so beautiful" Oh shit. It just slipped out, he didn't even mean to say it. Her eyes were wide, her once confused face now turned surprised. "Oh- oh my god. I'm.. i-i'm so sorry Y/n i ju-" Rodrick's stammering of nonsense was cut off by Y/n's soft lips kissing his. Her hands found his face and thumbs gently began to stroke his cheek. Y/n pulled away, a sweet smile on her face. Rodrick's mouth was hanging open, speechless from what had just happened. "Whoa, okay uh, alright." Rodrick said, which made Y/n giggle, eyes scrunching up and sparkling. "I don't wanna sound conceited, but I know everything Rodrick. I can feel you staring at me during 4th period, I notice how you purposely walk by my table during lunch, I even see all the profile views you leave on my socials." With every word that came out of your mouth, Rodrick could feel his face getting warmer and warmer. "O-oh my god Y/n, I'm sorry." He covered his face with his hands, trying to hide the blush. You laughed and softly grasped his wrists, uncovering his cute face. Y/n looked into Rodrick's eyes, deep and dark and desperate looking. "I don't mind at all, Rodrick." She said, eyes switching from looking at his eyes to his lips. "Why didn't you ever talk to me sooner, Rodrick?" Oh lord, hearing his name coming from your voice sounded like music to his ears. "Well I mean, you're just so... I cant even think of a word. I guess I've just been intimidated by you, I didn't know how to approach you." Y/n's eyebrows raised. "Oh, is it because i'm just sooo scary and discouraging, that it took you 6 months to have a conversation with me?" Rodrick laughed, feeling the tension wearing off. "Well, I guess you cant be THAT scary since you just ate my face" Y/n rolled her eyes, gently slapping his arm. "Seriously though, I really like you Y/n, I know i'm a wuss for not talking to you sooner." Y/n smiled at him as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Kiss me again, Rodrick."

And so he did.

A/N: THIS IS NOT MY BEST WORK GUYS! Lowkey rushed bc school stuff lol (i'm dying inside) PLEASEEE request more stuff!! thank u so much for requesting @my-sibling-wears-a-muumuu !!

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #diary of a wimpy kid #doawk #rodrick x reader

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gettinshiggywithit · 10 months

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「ʜᴏᴍᴇ」

Scenario:- Chuuya helps the reader through a tough night.

Pairings:- chuuya x gn!reader (highschool au)

Genre:- comfort?

Type:- oneshot

A/N:- HEY THEREEE!okay yes ive been pretty dead on here but I promise that’s only because of school! Hope this piece isnt cringey and see yall soon!🥲

“Help”

Was all he got

11.52

Eight minutes to midnight.

And he gets this?

A cryptic ominous and yet terrifying message from his beloved.

He contemplates what he should do.Does he let you sleep it off or does he go to you?

He decides it’s too risky to let the former happen so he settles on the latter. He goes to you. He goes to you in the dead of night.

Chuuya Nakahara was by no means a stranger to the rather tricky art of climbing into someone’s room via their window,but when in haste anyone would mess up.

Nevertheless he climbed up,landed on your balcony and knocked three times.paused and then knocked twice.it was the little indicator the two of you had decided on to make sure you knew it was him and not some stranger.

He could see you from his place on the balcony.

you were bent over your phone,typing furiously,your feet crossed and on your bed.

You didnt hear him.

So he shoots you a text,

surely you’ll see it?

A simple

“Im here”

Your head shoots up and you dart to your window,pulling the almost transparent curtains back,you open the window-esque door and he steps right in. Sure he wasnt the biggest guy,but he was nimble and quick oh his feet.packing a punch capable of knocking out someone twice,no, thrice! His size. with an attitude that scared off bullies and a sense of charisma that could charm anyone,he was perfect.

But most importantly,he made you feel safe.

at home.

Something even your own house failed to do.

He opens his arms and you slowly walk into them,your hands wrapping themselves around his slender torso and holding onto him with a death grip.

As he began to rub your back and sway just a little you began to cry.

Tears streamed down your face and stained his hoodie but he didnt care. His shirt could be washed,cleaned or even replaced.But not you. Never you.

And when the sniffling crying and shaking lessened,he pulled away a little and looked at your face before slowly lowering both you and himself to the fuzzy blue carpet under your feet.

When he looked at your face he was met with puffy eyes a leaky nose and a sight which broke his heart.

He first felt anger then fear then concern as he tried to figure out what to do.

He wanted to end whoever did this but he needed you to be okay first.

For a senior in high school,he acted more like an adult than anyone you knew;other than your classmate kunikida,that is.

He took the end of his hoodie sleeve,made a little sweater paw and wiped your tears away,reaching into his pocket and pulling out his emergency tissues for your nose.

And as he was finishing up, he looked at you,with the softest gentlest look in his eyes,asking, “what happened y/n?”

You sighed heavily at that.

“I wanna go home…”

This statement took him by surprise!

But You were already in your home? Where else could there be?

If you could name a place,he made an internal decision to take you there where ever it may be,right then and there.

He could deal with your parents later,they both loved and trusted him like their own so it’d be a breeze.just as long as you were okay.

“But how-“

“You”

“Oh”

You held him closer at that,as if you believed he would simply vanish into thin air.

He too held you close,giving you a kiss on the forehead and urging you to go ahead and talk about it if you wished to.

“Its just that,im sick of everything…of home of school,of life,of needing to be happy! I dont want it anymore!i want peace i want calm I want home. Youre all I have only you and what if you get tired of me i wont have a home again.ill be alone alone alone alone alone alone alo-“

He listened to you with concern and then his hands went to your shoulders.

“Hey! Hey! Im not going anywhere and youre not going to be alone not on my watch!and definitely not off my watch!”

You sniffed at that.

“Promise?” “Please?”

And his only reply was to nod,the sincerest nod in existence.

“Thank you….”

You said as you brought your head back to his chest.

“Anytime love…do you wanna talk about it?”

“No….not right now….please ?”

“Sure,im here for whenever you need me.what can i do?”

“Please stay…i cant be-be alone….please?”

“Mhmm dont worry…m’not goin anywhere..”

“Thank you…”

“Always”

And so you sat there,just the two of you in a dark room past midnight.

He rocked you,hummming softly and when he realized you’d fallen asleep,he lay you down gently on your bed and places your blanket and favorite plushy over and beside you.

Be waits thirty minutes more and when he’s totally sure you’re out like a light,he leaves.

When you wake up you vaguely remember the previous nights proceedings and when he asks you if you’re okay,you nod rather embarrassed. He looks at you and gives you a quick peck before you both go hand in hand to your next class.

(He lets you hold his hand during class if you need it too❤️)

Tagging:- @diagonal-queen @kemis-world

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theosconfessions · 4 days

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The Miscellaneous questions for River and his man/child, i mean husband.

i actually loled haha!! thank you for asking, love.

MISCELLANEOUS: Is money a problem? River: its not. i think we're lucky that blake got drafted and makes a good amount of money playing football. we literally got married while we were still in high school and a good majority of kids that do that are NOT in the same position we're in right now.

How many cars do they own?

Blake: we own two. one for riv to take the kids around when im not home and one for me to take to practice/games all that stuff.

Do they own their home or do they rent?

Blake: DUDEEEE if my apartment couldve magically grown with every kid we had ..then i would still be renting. good memories in that place

River: better memories in a place where we actually have room for kids..and me.

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside?

Blake: we're balls deep in suburbia right now. his parents live out in the country and FUCK I WANT IT SO BAD.

Do they live in the city or in the country?

River: suburbs ..for now.

Do they enjoy their surroundings? River: i was fucking DYING in that apartment. i think having the house kinda gives me space so i dont really necessarily feel like im suffocating.

Blake: you feel like your suffocating?

River: in your man cave apartment i did yeah.

What’s their song? Blake: i gotta do it' so high school'-taylor swift

What do they do when they’re away from each other? River: we dont constantly text eachother but little pics through the day i think. gives us time to be you know separate people and lets us enjoy whatever we're doing at the moment without being glued to our phone all the time.

Blake: i demand sexy riv pics every night im away [smirks]

River: demands a strong word.

Blake: you know what i mean. i APPRECIATE sexy riv pics every night.

River: dude. looking like a douchebag.

Where did they first meet? Blake: we went to school together [smirks] friends first.

How did they first meet? Blake: we were in the same gym class and he fucking PELTED me with a dodgeball man. love at first sight. for me.

Who spends the most money when out shopping? Blake : *points to riv*

River: treats.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? River: oh my god blake. he does it during games. FINED ALL OF THE TIME.

Blake: worth it [smirks]

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? River: me. hes not coordinated at all. youd think he would be but....

Any mental issues? Blake: oh god yeah. i mean...

River: i have depression. the past years been kinda.. i dont know. but i am doing better. im getting better

Blake: my boy.

Who’s terrified of bugs? River: i think both of us? fuck that shit.

Who kills the spiders around the house? Blake: Nellie

River: definitely Nellie.

Their favourite place? Blake: [smirks] theres this little ranch up in chestnut ridge. i love taking him there. just me him. no kids.

River:thats a good place [smirks]

Who pays the bills? Blake [raises hand] and proud of that shit

Do they have any fears for their future? River: i think that...we went through a lot of rough stuff in our separation and i just..do not want to go through that again. i think we're on a good path right now and i want to stay on that path

Blake: i think what riv said yeah. the last thing we both wanted when we were having problems was a divorce. and its something i do not want. i guess thats my fear for my future. i just wanna be good for him. i know i wasnt in the past.im trying to be now.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Blake: me for SURE.

Who uses up all of the hot water? Blake: again me for SURE. but he can crash the shower whenever

River: me time,babe.

Who’s the tallest? Blake: me. rivers a short shit.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? River:thats definitely blake. i LOVE showering alone but hey.

Blake: wont turn down that DICK.

River: gross.

Who wanders around in their underwear? River: [points to blake] he hasnt learned.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Blake: River for sure.he has a pretty voice though. love to hear that shit.

What do they tease each other about? River: i like to tease him over how much of a pussy he was for me back in our first starting dating days

Blake: i cried after we fucked for the first time. for real. and id do it again.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? River: me. blakes taste is .....

Do they have mutual friends? River: not anymore.

Who crushed first? Blake: oh me for sure. unless riv is about to say something i didnt know

River: i never really considered that AT ALL until you kissed me that one day. you werent on my radar at all i was so into my girlfriend at the time

Blake:until ....

Any alcohol or substance related problems? River: no we both quit that stuff when teddie came along.

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Blake: we are good boys [smirks]

Who swears the most?

River: i think me and its purely because of my dads influence i swear to god.

#the stephens continued #river stephens #blake donovan #asks

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softxsuki · 3 months

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Could I request a letter for your Valentines Day Letter Event? I would love love LOVE a letter from baji. We've been friends since middle school and we became offical when we went to the same University. (He does veterinary medicine and I do art.) I'm 20 and he's 21 (dating for a couple of years at the time of him writting ir) and well... he does call me a variety of pet names depending on his mood (just wanna be call dollface/cutie). TONE: I'm thinking about a hurt to comfort letter where I get hurt/bullied (harassed and peer pressured by bullies and idk how to response bc i thought uni wasn't the place for bullying and high school drama. Guess not 💀) and he saves me but I don't respond bc i feel week and I should have done something instead of waiting for him ro come save me and I just feel undeserving of his love and isolate myself in my dorm (we live in different dorms). Baji not being sure on what to do/not wanting to pressure me (ik he isn't like this but shhh it's for the sake of the letter) write a letter expressing how much he genuinely cares for me and loves me (without it being out of character) and that I'm not alone and I have him. Location: it takes place at uni (so he slips it through underneath the door. After I read it, he comes in and we just cuddle and watch a movie (whilst hes holding me in his strong arms. He stays the night and makes me breakfast, also he "talks" to my bullies so that when I see them again they all run away 🏃 (they want no smoke). Other information: I'm usually the more affectionate one between us and like he reciprocates (was quite shy at first but warmed up to it and how he starts it... it gets a little heated sometimes if he's jealous 😳). I hope I'm not coming off as ooc by saying this (please correct me if I am). I feel like baji is somewhat reserved in public (unless he's jealous) like the most he'll do if give me a kiss or a brief hug (maybe ruffle my hair) but like o can tell he cares. I can't proprrly articulate it but he isn't just a feral troublemaker, he's more than that (acts of service - giving me water, snacks if so I don't get hungry or thirsty/reminding me to like eat and hydrate. Also I can confinde him about anything and he won't judge me for it. Also he doesn't judge me for my autism (actually G checks and fucks up anyone who tries it) and he doesn't care if I'm stimming or pacing around and like it's just really nice to not be seen as weird. Also like he's really attentive like if I'm having a shitty day he wont just not say anything, he'll pick up on it and do his dammest to make it go away. Like giving me advice (amazing if not a bit blunt), or doing what he can. Also I sometimes draw portraits and art of him bc I love him (and my hobby is art) and even if he insists I don't need to. I always make sure to buy him gifts (new cat toys/food, veterinary resources, yskisoba and snacks, etc) bc I want to give back to him.

But yeah that's all there is to it. I hope it isn't too much. Thank you for accepting my request and letting me send this in.

I hope you have a nice day. Ur amazing.

Baji's Comforting Letter to His Girlfriend

This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.

Warnings: mentions of bullying, reader feels a little insecure

Note: Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you enjoy your letter from Baji :)

Baji feels awkward standing in front of your dorm door, his letter grasped between his fingers. You had run away from him a few days ago after he helped you out upon seeing your classmates harass you. Not knowing what to say after that, he gave you your space, but you still hadn’t reached out to him at all.

Worry filled him after your silence. Were you upset with him for some reason that he didn’t immediately reach out to you? Anxiety bubbled up within him as he stood outside your dorm room. It was Valentine’s Day and while that usually meant just staying indoors and ordering takeout with you like any other date, Baji felt like he had to do something extra for you this year to cheer you up.

He wasn’t used to expressing his affection for you verbally, especially not in a letter since his handwriting was horrible and he couldn’t spell to save his life, but this is what lots of guys did for their girlfriends, right? Maybe it would help you feel better.

Swallowing his pride and brushing his embarrassment away, he slips the letter under your door and knocks a few times before rushing to hide behind a nearby wall so you wouldn’t see him.

You, busy sulking on your own in your dorm, jump slightly at the sudden knock on your door. You were embarrassed that you had run away from your boyfriend after he helped you out. Of course you were grateful for his help and having him protect you like that sent butterflies erupting in your stomach, but you had let your classmates' words get to you. You felt undeserving of Baji’s love, how could you possibly deserve his attention when you were just you?

Sighing, you stand from your bed that you were wallowing away on, and approach your door, seeing an envelope in front of it. Curiously, you pick it up and see your name written on it. You look through the peephole of your dorm door but don’t see anyone outside it, opening the door slightly just to make sure no one was there, before closing it again.

You take a seat on your bed again as you open the envelope and begin to read its contents;

Hey Dollface,

Did I scare you off the other day? Or were you embarrassed that I found out you were getting picked on? You know I don’t care about things like that, but I wish you had told me yourself so I could have helped you out sooner. Don’t worry about those idiots, they won’t bother you again, in fact, no one will bother you again, I’ve made it very clear to them that they shouldn’t mess with my girl…

I’m sorry if I upset you for not running after you and giving you space. I should have looked for you and comforted you right away. But just…don’t feel like you’re alone. We’re partners, I want to share the pain you feel and I want to know when someone is bothering you so I can sort it out quickly. I love you too much to see you throw yourself down like that. If anything, I’m the one undeserving of you.

Anyway, it’s Valentine’s Day and I heard guys write stupid letters like these or something, so here it is. I really don’t get it, but if it makes you happy then good. I love you.

From,

You know who, do I really need to say it??

You smile to yourself as you read the letter, it was so like him. Super curt, straight to the point, and probably took him forever to write out properly since the grammar and spelling were perfect. You read through the letter one more time, your eyes always stopping at his words ‘my girl’. You were his girl, despite how many times you may have thought you didn’t deserve his love, Baji would never pretend to be interested in you, he knew what he wanted, and that was you.

The only thing you’d ever picture him doing is pushing you away if you were ever in danger because of him. But he’d never lead you on and pretend to care for you, so why were you so worried in the first place?

You laugh to yourself and quickly grab your things, wanting to see him as soon as possible. Two days without being in his arms was long enough. You open your dorm door, but you definitely don’t expect to see your handsome man in front of you already. He backs you up into your dorm room and closes the door behind him, his eyes never leaving yours.

You could see his red ears, hinting as his embarrassment from his letter, but he still stood tall, his confidence never leaving.

“Did you read it?” He asks, a hand coming up to rub your arms.

Baji had never been one to initiate affection with you, but since dating you for a while and getting used to your touchiness, he finds himself reaching out to you first now more often. He loves it.

“Mhm, thank you,” you smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “I loved it, and I love you. Thank you for stepping in the other day for me…and I’m sorry for running off on you like that without a word, I just felt embarrassed.”

He shakes his head and laughs huskily, pulling you into his arms, his chin leaning on your shoulder as he squeezes you tight, “You don’t need to apologize. It’s my job to look out for you, just know that they won’t be bothering you again. They know what’ll happen if they do.”

You hug him back, missing the feeling of having his arms around you

“I’m sure you did. Thank you,” you hum, before a teasing smile graces your lips, “Happy Valentine’s Day. Such a romantic gesture to threaten my ‘bullys’ for me.”

He groans in your neck, guiding you back to your bed where he pushes you back into the mattress, hovering over you, “Yeah yeah, Happy Valentine’s Day. As long as you’re happy.”

And happy you were as he leaned down to pepper kisses all over your face.

Your day of love was spent cuddled up together with a movie playing in the background as Baji later attempts to cook brunch since it was still early on in the day. It wasn’t perfect, but you could care less as long as you got to spend it with him, that’s all that mattered.

Posted: 2/14/2024

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #baji x reader #baji keisuke #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x y/n #baji x you #baji x y/n #tokyo revengers oneshot #tokyo rev oneshot #baji oneshot

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one thousand days of destiel, or cas: fuckerupper of endings

Idk why I’m crawling out from under my woodpile to write this, except that it occurred to me that in three years I’ve not rewatched a single episode of Supernatural and have at least two dozen tags yet blacklisted on tumblr, and that I am still not okay about this stupid show.

I never tried to tie up the folklore/author themes I’d been geeking out about through the last seasons, neither as the show was ending nor afterwards. I’ve been simmering now for over a thousand days. I could not even write a complete sentence about spn for all this time, and so I just left that pot on the back burner and did other things. Finished my Master’s degree. Started a new job. Saw my oldest child graduate from high school and move off to college, and helped my younger child move on to sixth grade. Watched some other shows, got a new blorbo, saw some movies, started painting again, picked up a couple of new hobbies as I am wont to do.

Today is the 5th of November, 2023. (ETA i sat on this for a bit.)

November 5th, 2020, was exactly one thousand and ninety-five days ago.

I see gifs from the show from time to time and I think to myself, wow, that scene/episode/series is completely irrelevant to my life now. I am fine and normal about everything. But if it really was, if I really was, it would not hurt so much to see the gifs and the lyric posts and the amvs when they aren’t caught in my tag filters. So maybe it’s time to get some things out of my head and onto paper.

I genuinely, nearsightedly, naively thought that since Dabb et al had been the ones writing the whole folk v author themes, and thus posing as someone we could count as being on “our side,” the folk-side of the postmodern audience, they’d honor that conceit, even to the very last shot.

They did not.

And yet… they absolutely did.

Which hurts and is fucked up, but also it’s fine. It’s fine.

In the end, the only “folk hero” (by which I mean the only force in the spn universe capable of warping the threads of the story with any permanence) was Castiel. When Castiel left the story (of his own volition, if you can find a comfortable layer of this meta pie for that concept to rest in,) the writers reverted to God Mode. Because Castiel had been their freedom, their mouthpiece, their avenue for improvisation, and so at the end of the series…

well, we got You changed me/I love you

•

and then we got “Cas helped.”

So much has been written about that pivot point, but genuinely I don’t give a rat’s ass about rewrites, producers, the cutting room floor, or COVID. It exhausts me, and I’m not beholden to writing about spn for grades or notes or any kind of other bullshit that would oblige me to do research.

I feel like… we got what we got.

So let’s criticize some media.

The Paradox:

Cas imploded— went from flexing the narrative from within to being narrated by a force from without. And I couldn’t bear to wrap my head around that for a long time. It seemed that this “twist” was beyond cruel. That’s what he got. Vanished and nerfed. For saying ily. That was what happened when he was finally in focus, fully revealed. He lost. He was relegated, along with Jack, to become heaven’s Two Men and a Truck.

It was a trick, the whole “Chuck is a writer” plotline. The Author regained control of the character that had previously been acting independently. Very Pirandellesque, very frustrating, ultimately even tragic.

So, yes, thematically and critically, having Castiel give up his Agency for Characterhood– giving up his ability to create plot for a role as a character in a plot— was ‘literary’ brilliance. It cemented his status as a grand fucker-upper of the show in a way that any show writer “authoring” a requited destiel ending would not and could not have done. Even Jack, I believe, had been “manipulated” into god-hood from within the narrative. Jack was Dabb’s grand metaphor, he was a product of Author. Castiel was… well, he was a chaos engine from the moment he walked through those barn doors.

To seal the metaphor, the writers ended up living that truth.

I really don’t know if I’m being cogent about this. I’ve been struggling to turn this idea into words for, like, ONE THOUSAND DAYS.

The folk-vs-Author themes becoming A Thing in The Supernatural Show was like a chemical reaction: once the ions had bonded, the resultant compound could not be separated back into the different materials. What on that screen was Author, what was “author,” ie show writer, and what was text-experiencer-as-author? Where did the Sam-as-magician arc go, what were we supposed to do with the semi-metatextual moments that Mary had, having been brought back into the narrative by Amara, not Chuck? Everything got so out of control. Add in a smidgen of secret-sauce-TPTB possibly superseding the author/Author, and what you get is that ridiculous mess of a final two episodes.

It’s not about the rusty trombone or the butt hole pleasures. It’s about love. And kids.

Thank you, hon. It really is. (The above line was left in this doc by my spouse. It is a quote from The 40-Year-Old Virgin. I’ll allow it.)

Anyway. It was hard to see past the sound and the fury of it all.

*****

I was feeling nostalgic several months ago and took a swim in my old meta tags; I found a gem from season…10? Idk and idc, but it was from “The Things We Left Behind.”

I compared Claire to Sleeping Beauty (a tale that got a lot of use in later seasons) and wrote: “I tend to think that Castiel’s entire arc is about desperate and unintentionally misguided attempts to Change The Ending of whatever story he’s shown up in” and reading that again really kind of sucker-punched me.

‘We’re making it up as we go’ was the crux of Cas’ existence. Remember that half-related story in Baby wherein Cas got himself hitched to the Djinn queen? Remember when Jack died and the Empty came to claim him in Heaven and Cas made that terrible bargain? The last-minute attempt to gank Lucifer that actually got him killed and sent to The Empty?

Time and time again, Castiel’s go-to for “changing the narrative,” for advancing his plot, is self-sacrifice. In Chuck’s house against the archangel. The Leviathan disaster. Saying ‘yes’ to Lucifer. The Bargain for Jack in Heaven. And those times it worked out. Not without great pain for both the other characters and for the viewers, but he always came back.

And with each return, his motivation became clearer. (Picture your favorite screencap of Dean here.)

Cas’ love grew, crystalized, and then disappeared, like frost on the windowpane of a house on fire.

If they had continued the CasDean storyline, it would have ultimately been The Author IRL writing/creating/manifesting/materializing ‘destiel.’ And so by putting a torch to all of that architecture, they essentially gave everything to us. Unspoilt. Fingerprints wiped. Serial numbers scratched away. Jailbroken. Whatever floats your boat.

The confession was both affirmation and abnegation. Symbolically, The AuthorTM had washed his hands of it, but with destiel out of the picture, The Author also got his ending.

This is why “Cas helped” felt like a ‘fuck you.’ If Cas was out of the narrative, why did he come back as one of Heaven’s real estate developers? It did not fit.

And yet. It did. Because Chuck won. Chuck, or everything that an Author represents in television land– TPTB, showrunner legacies, multiple producers, a chaotic and treacherous and politically messy writer’s room, multiple incompatible or unresolvable MOs and visions— all that ends up being packaged and presented as a single unerring vision.

So I have to admit, although I don’t have to do it with any ion of grace, that in the end it was pretty fucking smart.

Destiel is ours. Destiel is the folk ending. The Author never got to touch it, never so much as breathed on it, was so far divorced from the concept that the absence thereof going forward hit us like a truck full of bricks.

Yes, it hurts that Dean was just left on the floor until the credits rolled, that there were no final words, no ensuing acknowledgement.

I’ll go so far outside the Text as to address the ‘Dean can’t reciprocate’ direction from one of the scripts:

If Dean had made a single move onscreen. Uttered a word. In Despair or either of the other two episodes.

Destiel would have been claimed by The Author.

Anyway. I’ve been collecting posts now and again under the tag ‘the endless folklore of supernatural.’ For three years, the fandom has continued to loot, to ransack, to graffiti, to create and re-create, to burn, to mix, and to distill.

There’s all kinds of things in that tag, it’s sort of a kitchen sink of everything that I thought was even tangentially relevant to folk-Destiel and the postmodern experience of creating text as a reader/viewer etc.

We turned a literary story based on an urban folktale back into folklore.

And so it goes.

I doubt I will do much more analysis of this show, even if it comes back, and I unfortunately can’t touch The Winchesters. But I can’t say I never will. I just thought three years, one thousand days, was a pretty good place to leave a marker on the trail.

—

Epilogue: About The Winchesters:

I did not finish watching The Winchesters because of something wildly, randomly, but highly personally triggering that was built into one of the episodes; however I am very sorry that it was canceled or possibly ironically lost to the WGA-SAGAFTRA strike of 2023.

“What is the maddest thing a man can do? Let himself die.” That’s the clue that leads Castiel to his hidden grace in a copy of The Man of LaMancha in 10.18 ‘The Book of the Damned,’ written by one Robbie Thompson.

I noticed from the get-go that Thompson gave Carlos the last name Cervantez. He was nodding to the self-immolation of the last cadre of writers of Supernatural and stating clearly that he was holding a pen, not a match.

Want some very fun and amusing and wildly pertinent facts about the Don Quixote books?

The narrative conceit of Don Quixote IN THE FIRST PLACE LOL is that Cervantes claims to have found a manuscript by a historian named Cide Hamete Benegeli and Cervantes thought the story was pretty neat, if a little rough; Cervantes retells the story for us from what he’d read by that author, distilling the “original” into the book we experience as Don Quixote the Man of La Mancha.

The final words of Cervantes’ Part One are “perhaps another will sing with a better pick.”

Later, someone publishing under the pseudonym Alonso Fernandez de Avellaneda wrote their own part two, feeling that the original author was taking too long to get their ass in gear (or judging by their own preface they felt that Cervantes had not even done the original story justice in the first place. Which is A Mood.)

So when someone actually did have the audacity to run off with his characters and commit word crimes with them, Cervantes absolutely obliterated the dude in his own Part Two.

Thompson left Spn after season eleven. But, lest someone think this is a commentary about fan fic, he also wrote the episode Fan Fiction. So anyway all the Cervantez-Cervantes business was certainly something.

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AU Cinder and Neo used to hate each other in high school,now they're adults meeting again during a party at the Schnee Manor,their flirting turns into play fighting and eventually they make out and have sex in of the rooms, while the music is banging

(I'm still not all that great with smut, and I may have missed the play fighting, but I think this still catches the spirit of it all)

Cinder slowly made her way through the halls of Schnee Manor, regretting stepping foot back in Atlas already as she watched a few of her former classmates mingle around. Once again, she found herself feeling out of place and keeping to herself as she avoided everyone, slinking away into one of the side rooms. She paused as she found the familiar sight of an old rival, leaning against the doorway. “Neo, what are you doing here?”

Neo gave a playful smile as she took a sip from her wine, her eyes locked on Cinder’s as she motioned for her to join her.

Cinder closed the door and made her way to the couch, picking up the bottle of wine from the side table and taking a swig from it. “Didnt expect to see you here. Figured I saw the last of you after we graduated and you went back to Vale, continued the cushy life of a councilman’s daughter.”

“Vale was too boring,” Neo typed out in response, her fingers pausing between words as cleared out her sentences and retyped them. “And my parents were… not great. Ran away from home at sixteen, never looked back.”

“Sounds like we have that in common,” Cinder said as she placed a hand to her neck, tracing the faint scarring. “What brought you back here? You never seemed to like anyone here anyway, so I cant imagine that you came to catch up with anyone.”

Neo shrugged then looked around the room. “The Schnees wont miss anything that goes missing.”

A small giggle escaped Cinder’s lips. “I guess that’s one way to make a living.”

“What about you? Why did you come here?”

Cinder’s giggle faded as she re-read the words on Neo’s scroll, the same question rolling through her mind. Why did she accept the invite to this party? It wasnt like anyone here was a friend. Weiss was… tolerable, different from the other Atlesian that showed up to the party, but still not what she would consider a friend. The only reason she could think of it was the ties she had to the Madam and the hotel she ran, but even then, she hadnt been part of that for years. “I… I dont know. Maybe… maybe I thought things would be different.”

Neo looked up at her, confused. “Different?”

“Look, it was a mistake to be here.” Cinder stood up, keeping the wine bottle in hand as she made her way to the door, only stopping when she felt Neo’s hand grab her wrist. She slowly looked over at the girl, frozen in her steps. “And… you dont want me to.”

Neo shook her head and pulled Cinder back to the couch, finger spelling with her free hand for a moment. “I want you here.”

“Why?”

“This party hasnt exactly been… fun. And I was hoping that maybe we could-” Neo paused with her signs, blushing a bit as she looked away from Cinder. “-catch up more.”

Cinder cautiously sat back down. “Why? We hated each other at school. You tormented me until we graduated.”

Neo sighed and stared at her scroll for a moment as she began to type, slowly trying to type out the words she wanted to say as she cleared out the words and retyped her thoughts, fingers trembling. “You… were different from the others and I didnt know how to treat you.”

“So you decided to make school hell for me?”

“Not… on purpose.”

“Then why?” Cinder asked angrily. “You tormented me for years-”

“Because I didnt know any better!” Neo interrupted, signing quickly. She lowered her hands and let out a quiet sigh as she began to type again. “You were the only person who wasnt an imitation and I didnt know how to handle that. Growing up, you learn people like the Schnees, the kids of councilmen and those who grew up with money are nothing but imitations, fakes who will do anything to get what they want. But you… you werent like that and I didnt know how to handle that. You have no idea what its like to love someone that you dont understand.”

Cinder went quiet, mulling over what she read from Neo. After minutes of silence, she punched Neo’s shoulder. “You could’ve just told me.”

“I wanted to, but I didnt know how.”

Cinder nodded, feeling her cock start to strain against her pants as she looked over Neo. “Then… why dont you show me?”

Neo looked at her, confused.

Cinder smirked as she heard the music outside the room start to grow louder, the pictures on the wall starting to move. “I dont think anyone’s going to notice.”

Neo nodded and gently placed a hand at Cinder’s crotch, giving it a small squeeze before unzipping her pants and freeing the erect cock. She licked her lips as she stared at it, gently stroking it and thumbing the tip.

Cinder moaned and leaned, her cock starting to twitch as she felt Neo’s lips wrap around it. A small gasp escaped her lips as she felt Neo go down on her cock, not expecting how eager the girl was. Her hips started to thrust gently as Neo bobbed up and down, her cock twitching more as it went deeper and deeper down Neo’s throat.

Neo pulled back and smirked a bit, getting up onto Cinder’s lap and gently rubbing against her. “Bigger than I expected.”

Cinder grinned and lifted Neo’s skirt, blushing a bit when she noticed a lack of panties and slipped her cock inside of Neo. Her hips thrust as she pinned Neo to her back, pressing into her for a kiss. Her blush deepened as she felt Neo kiss back and felt her hands on her back, moans escaping her lips as she pulled back to breathe, feeling Neo’s nails dig into her back with each thrust. As she broke the kiss and pulled away, she could feel Neo’s breath on her neck, the way her body seemed to twitch in pleasure with each deep thrust.

She bit down on Neo’s shoulder, relishing in the way she gasped and how her back arched, pressing her into her. A free hand gently moved her shirt out of the way and groped a breast, gently pinching and pulling at a nipple, using the way Neo moved to help guide her to please the woman in front of her. Each quiet, gasping moan another invitation to bring her deeper and deeper into pleasure. For the first time in a long time, she felt peace at being vulnerable, at being close to someone. And she loved every minute of it.

#rwby #cinder fall #neo politan #neopolitan #drabbles #nsft drabbles #spicecream #cinder x neo #trans!cinder #trans cinder lives rent free in my head #smut

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Chapter 13: How Wonderful Life Is Now You’re In The World

Later that day, Wally and Carmen were walking through the gardens at VILE. She was catching him up on everything that happened. “So, within a week you went from just you and M, to all these agents? And its been this way for years?! I gotta say thats pretty impressive but didja have to go back to stealing? You know I have money enough in the banks..” he said, holding her hand. She shook her head, “We couldn’t touch it. They took it all and froze it. I was hunted.” She paused and pulled away, turning from him and wraps her arms around herself. “Wally, I… don’t know what to do. How to feel.. I thought you were dead. I had to move on. I had nothing else.” He placed a gentle hooked finger under her chin and turned her head towards him, he gave his warmest smile, “But I’m right here. We can pick up where we left off. Sure the kids are being watched, so it may be back like we were dating. Remember our first meeting? You were having a bad day and I came along and tried to help you..” Carmen chuckled, “We were at the library. I was trying to figure out some details on architecture of ancient greek temples so I could see how to safely transport them. And you were looking for vintage comics.”

He laughed, “I just remember looking your way and I could not stop staring. I had to get your number.” She nodded, “I kept rejecting you because I thought I had no time for romance. I still kinda think that I shouldn’t jump back in right away. I still need to get the kids back and its still not safe for them to be here. It just wouldn’t work.” She pulled away again, only to hear him start singing, “All you need is love~….”

“Not this again.”

“All you need is love~…”

“You cant lure me this time.”

“All you need is loooove~”

“Your love is just not for me.”

“I was made for loving you, baby, you were made for loving me~”

He reached out for her hand as he sang the same serenade as their first day in the library. “The only way of loving me, baby, is if you promise not to leave.” She sang back, smirking. “Just one night. Just one night.” He begs her, down on one knee. “Theres no way, I wont sway.” He gets up and picks a rose, belting out as he hands it to her, “In the naaame of love. Just one night in the name of looove~” she sighs and takes the rose, bopping him gently on the head with it, laughing. “You crazy fool, what will I do with you?” She didn’t want to admit it but his silly romantics was worming its way into her heart again, he smiled and hugged her tightly, “Dont… leave me this way. I won’t survive without your sweet love.. please don’t leave me this way..” he barely sang that verse, his voice trembling and cracking, tightening the embrace.

Carmen blinked and hesitated before hugging him back, not singing back but assuring him. “Alright.. I suppose we could be lovers once again..” she blinked back tears, nuzzling into him. She could feel him smile before he lifted his head to look into her eyes then kissed her deeply. Blushing, she kissed as deeply back, wrapping her arms around his neck. He took her by the hand and they hurried to the mansion and into Carmen’s room, giggling and laughing like high school sweethearts.

Lekir, Asta and Drake were sitting on the couch, playing a console game together, Lekir’s ear twitches as she looked over her shoulder, furrowing her brow. “Should I ask her how this is going to work? I don’t want to be put on the sidelines now that the hubby’s back.” She frets. Drake looked over to where the two love-horses scurried off and looked at Lekir. “Honestly I wouldn’t worry about it. She’s been with you for fifteen years already. I doubt she’ll forget about you that quickly. This is what? His first night back in her life since then? Give them like a week or so to catch up.”

Lekir sighs and settles back into the game, seeing that Drake’s character had killed her character, crying out in protest. “Oh COME ON!! I was distracted!!” Drake roared in laughter.

The sun rose the next morning, shining in the window of Carmen’s room. She was nestled in pillows and her comforter and blinked at the window, just waking up. She turned over, groaning slightly as she snuggled in and curled up deeper into the covers…and came nose to nose with Waldo. “Good morning, my sunshine.” Carmen yelped out in surprise and leaped back, effectively falling off the side of the bed. Groaning she rubs her hip where she fell, Waldo peeking over the side, “Are you ok? That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting..” Carmen looked up and the sun’s light beaming onto his face made it look even more like a dream. “Is this.. real? Or am I still dreaming?” She questioned as she reached up to his face, caressing it. She sniffed and frowned in confusion, “Do I smell burnt toast? Ooh no. I’m finally having a stroke, aren’t I? This is how I die. Fallen out of bed, naked, on the floor… not in an impressive shootout on a heist.. “ Waldo laughed and held out his hand, “You’re not dead yet! Here, I’ll help you up. I made you breakfast!” She gripped his hand and stood up, her legs still wobbly from the night before.

She leans on the bed and stares at him, smiling. “So you really did come back. I was afraid it was all a dream. It feels so surreal..” He walks around the bed to her, setting on her nightstand a tray of slightly burnt toast and an attempt of eggs over easy. “Sorry, I was never as good in the kitchen as you were. I just wanted to see you happy.” He rubs the back of his neck as she took the plate and ate a few bites. She made a grimaced face with a smile, chuckling “These eggs are really terrible.. but they will do. Thank you, my love.”

He kissed her temple and sat beside her, watching her nibble on the toast, which admittedly was much more edible than the eggs. “You even put my favorite apple jelly on it.” She mused. “Does no one give you breakfast in bed? Or cook for you?” He tilted his head. Carmen chuckled, “Oh we all have turns cooking but you are the only one who over-romanticizes the relationship. Which reminds me, we need to have a chat with Lekir at some point. She’s been a loving wife to me these past fourteen years, we couldnt make it official with no body to prove my widow-ship. I want to keep her as my wife but also keep you as my husband.. I know laws only allow one, but I dont want to lose what I have.” She fidgets and wrings her fingers nervously as she spoke. “I had to move on since I had no evidence of your survival nor death for so long… It puts me in this weird and hard situation. Do.. you think you could accept a possible poly situation with me?” Waldo sat and put his hand over her fretting hands. “I will accept anything that makes you happy. I will try not to be jealous, but I will not back off from my amount of affections. I will still shower you with love every time we’re near.” She smiles and nods, standing to get dressed for the day, “I’m glad to hear that. Now we will just need to hear what she says about it.”

“Absolutely not! One: I don’t know the guy, Two: he isn’t my type. He’s too.. soft. Three: I already deal with Asta’s husband, I dont need to be in an actual relationship with another himbo, No offense.” Lekir listed off her reasons, she clarified that she wasn’t in a relationship with Ninoga, she just didnt want to be in a relationship with a himbo in general. Waldo tilted his head, blinking his blue eyes a bit absently. “No offense to what?” Lekir pinched between her eyes, turning to Carmen “Nevermind. What I’m saying is that I’m with you, not him.” Carmen nodded, “Thats fine with me. I’m not asking you to fully commit to him as you do to me. I don’t want to force you to do anything you are not comfortable with.” Lekir thought about it. “So like a V and not a triangle. Got it. Yeah I think that should work.” Carmen and Wally smiled, Carmen sighing in relief. Lekir put up a finger, “But I still will require that ass if we double team you in bed.” Carmen blushed heavily, chewing her inner cheek, she never thought of the idea of both of them in one bed with her. “That… may be a lot of fun.” Lekir licks her muzzle and leans in, nipping Carmen’s ear “If you want, I’m up for it now.” The mare bit her lip and stifled a moan since her ears were a sensitive turn on. “I think I’m good for now. I’m still wobbly from last night.. maybe later though. I actually wanted to go through this new heist I have in mind. I think the loot may help with Wally’s condition.” Wally perked up at the news, “Really? Thats wonderful! Wow.. I have a new lease on life!” Carmen raised her hands, “Hold on, hold on! I said it MIGHT. Its just a theory. The myth tells of a deathless slave who was demonized for his beliefs and is said to have the ability to revive the dead, but if he can do that, I’m sure he may remove any infliction that causes death. We need to be careful with this since the loot is this slave’s death. If we bargain with it, there is still a big chance he will deny us outright. He’s not exactly a saint in the myth. He’s described as malevolent.” Lekir stood from her seat and started to head towards the research halls, “Well, what are we sitting around for? Let’s find out more about this deathless slave.”

#mlp oc pony #carmen pondiego #ask blog #story update #ao3 fanfic #chapter 13 #Waldo #polyamory

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i05wook · 2 years

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can you write a fluff where niki teaches the reader how to speak japanese??? ^^

teach me please - nishimura riki!

sorry to the anon who requested this for taking so long! i kept having to rewrite it cause i hated it, but i finally think it’s good enough to post so i hope you enjoy it and it’s what you were hoping for!!

you entered your boyfriends dorm after a long day of school, and flopped on to the sofa, not expecting any of them to be there.

suddenly, you were greeted by the sound of your boyfriend speaking in his native language which caused you to jump.

his voice when speaking his mother tongue was something you had never heard before but it was angelic. his voice, became naturally deeper, but not too deep. despite not understanding a word he said, you couldn’t help but feel warmed by the tone he spoke. he sounded somewhat excited, perhaps because he was talking to his family.

you couldn’t help but become even more enchanted with your boyfriend. his native tongue soothing your tired body and causing you to close your eyes.

it seemed like he hadn’t heard you enter the dorms, as he paced up and down the corridor that separates the bedrooms from the living room and kitchen. soon enough, he set foot into the living room, hoping to sit down on the couch, when he finally saw your body sprawled across the sofa in a half asleep state.

he let out the most defining high pitched scream before apologising to whoever he was on the phone with for deafening them. he lifted your head up from the sofa, sat down and placed your head back on to his lap, as he gently pulled his fingers through your hair.

eventually, riki ended the call and looked down to see you, as you stared back up at him, a look of adoration in your eyes.

“you sound pretty you know?” you whispered to him. “ i love hearing you speak japanese! your voice is calming and pretty. and the way it sounds is pretty as well.”

“i can teach you a little bit if you wish” riki sensed how much you enjoyed hearing the language, but also wished to hear how you would sound speaking in japanese, wandering if he’d understand your fixation with him speaking the language.

“teach me pleaseeeee, please riki, teach me a little bit!” you begged him to teach you, as you shot up from your position on the sofa.

“come on then love bug. let’s go to my room and i’ll teach you a little bit tonight, it wont be easy though okay?” riki stares as he pushed him self up from the sofa to follow your excited figured as you ran down the corridor.

the pair of you had been sat at riki’s desk for over two hours now, and you still hadn’t managed to remember a single thing. it all sounded simple whenever riki spoke it, but as soon as you tried it all went to mush. the sounds all the same with no pronunciation.

“that’s it riki. i give up. i can’t do it! why’s it so hard to learn?” you whined to your boyfriend, as you whacked your head down on to the desk.

“come on bug, why don’t we take a break for this evening and we can carry on tomorrow? let’s watch a film for tonight, you can pick!” riki tried to reason with you.

“no riki, i’m not stopping tonight until i can at least pronounce something correctly!” you stubbornly replied. riki knew it was pointless to try and argue with you so continued to try to teach you.

after another half hour, riki could see how stressed and frustrated you were getting at still not being able to pick up the language. he knew then that it was time to finish. he lifted you out of your seat at his desk, and dragged you over to his bed.

he pulled you in to his tight embrace, and you sank in to his hold. your head buried in the crook of his neck, he pulled his fingers through your hair and hummed his song, just a little bit, as he placed soft kisses to the top of your head.

“bug, i’m so proud of you, but it takes a long time to learn a language especially in the beginning. i felt the exact same when i was learning korean but do you want to know what i found was the best way to learn? practice. practice and watching shows with subtitles.” riki reassured you, knowing that you can be harsh on yourself if you don’t pick something up.

“can we watch something in japanese please riki?” you looked up at him, with a slight pout resting on your face.

“how about we watch spirited away, bug? let me go get us some snacks and drinks to eat, you can find the film!” riki said, as he placed a kiss a top of your head, and left the room towards the kitchen.

riki always knew how to make you feel better when things didn’t go the right way.

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madiwritessin · 1 year

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Friends With Benefits Part 1

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Character/s Included: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count: 1875

Series: Friends With Benefits

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

A/N: Domestic Abuse is Noted in this chapter and no Sex is featured in this series i just think its safer on this tumblr

My boyfriend is abusive. I feel like I’m just a toy for him to play with. We are currently at some random persons party that he had found and made me go to. I had seen a few old friends from high school but we had lost contact to after I had gotten with him so I avoided them all night.

When I decided to leave I went to tell him and that is where the night turned so wrong. I knew he would react badly and allowed him to pull me to a place no-one could see before he began the assault. He pushed me into the wall that move made my head hit the bricks in the wall before gripping my shoulders so tightly that I knew they would bruise soon enough. I had had to cover the bruises I already had on MY body with make-up he ended the abuse by punching me in the ribs a few times and walking away as if nothing at all happened. Once he had joined his friends I decided I would leave through a side gate I could see and thinking no one would notice me leaving. As I was walking to the driveway I could hear someone following but I didn’t look back because I thought it would be my boyfriend. When I reached the end of the driveway, I stopped and grabbed my phone out to call a taxi to take me home. While looking at my phone someone stood in front of me and when I looked up I was met by amber coloured eyes and not the dark brown soulless ones that were my boyfriends.

“You okay Y/N/N?” He asked.

“Fine Stiles now go back to the party” I said sounding irritated.

“No, ill wait here with you till whoever brought you takes you home”

“I’m getting a taxi home and I can wait alone just go back inside”

“No!” He yelled making me flinch away noticing this he lowered his voice “Ill wait with you so I know you’re safe”

Stepping away as I said “No ones ever safe”

He looked at me observing everything and noticing the way I was standing and holding my ribs “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, can you just take me home?”

He nodded and headed to his car with me in tow. He opened the passenger side door for me to get into and once I was in he closed it and went to the drivers side. Once I was sure he wasn’t looking I took a chance and took a look at my ribs. When I was looking and wasn’t paying attention to him Stile glanced at me to see what I was doing.

“I cant take you home with that your parents may notice it”

“And where will I go Stiles?”

“Mine. Dad wont mind and we use to have sleepovers when we were young and we can call your parents and tell them that you’re staying at mine”

“They will asked why I’m not with my boyfriend”

“Say he forgot you”

I smiled slightly and agreed to stay at his house the night. On the way to his house Stiles and I talked like there hasn’t been years since we spoke. When arriving to his house Stiles and I walked upstairs to his room where Stiles grabbed me some clothes to change into instead of the skin tight dress I was currently in.

When he Leaves I pulled off my dress and took a closer look at my ribs and shoulders. I grabbed the clothes as wall as pulling one of his jumpers before walking into the Bathroom to wipe off the make-up on my face and body. I looked like a painting that was painted in four colours Black, Blue, Purple and skin colour. I slipped on the sweatpants and T-shirt taking one more look before pulling the jumper over me. When I opened his bedroom door again he walks in and makes a bed on the floor.

“I’ll sleep on the floor cause you deserve to sleep on the bed” He says smiling at me.

I shake my head “Sleep with me, I get nightmares of him” I mumble.

He walks closer to me and holds me “Anything for you to feel safe Y/N/N”

As I sat on the bed I knew I was certainly safe and that I could trust Stiles with my secret.

“Want to share what happened tonight to your ribs?” He asked softly as he crouched in front of me holding my hands.

I nodded slowly holding the back of my head, “I wanted to leave the party, I went and told him. This is just my punishment its nothing bad. He only pushed me into the wall and punched me in the ribs”

“You class that as nothing?” He asked sounding so concerned. I just nodded not looking at him. “Has he done worse before?” I nodded again and this time I got up and walked away from him so I could remove the clothes and looking in the mirror in his room. He was so shocked he couldn’t move.

I turned back to him, “Meet my life story”. He walked over to me touching a large scar the started at my knee and ends a few centimetres above my panties line. “Knife, he thought I was cheating so he thought maybe if he did that I wouldn’t find someone to have sex with.”

Stiles moved and grabbed a pen and a notebook and wrote as I spoke. He touched another between my shoulders the were a mixture of all white scars and some pink ones but also some were still healing. I gasped at feeling the light pressure he was placing on it but I spoke between the pain “Um… Whip thing he has, if I didn’t please him one day he would do that.”

I put my hair up to reveal my neck. As I felt his touch I knew he could see it. “I wanted it to stop he noticed it so he cut the back on my neck as punishment.” I started crying knowing there were some I knew he couldn’t see.

“Stiles there are more that are hidden by my bra and panties, I want to show you but you can say no.”

He looked so upset “I want to see the ones under your bra and others we can call Melissa to see.” I nodded pulling my bra off.

I touched the scars under my Left breast. “He did that one night when he was drunk and I wouldn’t give him Sex. He was so mad at me and tried to remove a chunk of my breast.”

This must have really hurt him because he grabbed his shirt I was wearing and put it back on my body before holding me from behind. “Why didn’t you speak about it to anyone?”

“He was always with me, I’m never alone with anyone except him”

“Well you aren’t alone you have me”

I smile at him grabbing the note book out of his hands writing the phone number and address of my abusive boyfriend before signing it and dating it. I handed the notebook back to Stiles and watched him put it into an envelope and put his dads name on it and putting it outside his bedroom door. As I crawled into his bed I got comfortable on the right side of his bed and waited for him to climb in with me. I fell asleep to his arms around my waist and him looking down at me as I felt safe for the first time in a months.

When I woke the next morning I was still wrapped up in Stiles’ arms and as I started moving he woke up and released his arms from around me. I got up and grabbed some new pieces of his clothes and got changed before waiting in the hallway for Stiles to get out the room. As Stiles walked out he grabbed my hand and took me to the kitchen to where his dad was cooking us pancakes for breakfast. Stiles and I sat at his kitchen table and I as close to him as I could. I don’t know why I wanted to be close to him but I’m guessing it was because of last night where he didn’t judge me for the scars I have and he made me feeling appreciated. When Noah sat across from Stiles and I he placed a big plate of Pancakes on the table.

“Y/N do you know what will happen once this is reported?” Noah asked and as I shook my head he continued “The first point of call would be to take pictures of all the scars”

Stiles grabbed my hand holding it tightly “Ill call Melissa to do it okay?”

I nodded and Noah continued “Next would be to keep you protected which will mean we can have police stationed near you house or we move you and your family away”

“I want to stay here with you and Stiles” I mumbled

Noah nods “Okay, We will put a restraining order on him for you. Lastly could be a court case. It will most likely be one since by the sounds of what and why he hurt you he believes he has do nothing wrong”

I nod squeezing Stiles hands way to tightly. After we ate, Stiles and I were cuddled up on the couch watching movies as for Noah he went into work with the envelope of the abuse.

We were on the second movie of our movie marathon when I suddenly got really sad and burst into tears. Stiles immediately grabbed me placing me on his lap. As I buried my head into the crook of his neck he was rubbing my back trying to soothes me. “Its okay Y/N. You’re safe here he cant get you” He said calmly as he slowly rocked us and kissed the top of me head.

“I’m so scared though, I’m scared of the nightmares and the memories that come along with the scars” I say quietly.

He just keeps rocking me pausing the movie “Look at me Y/N/N” as I lift my head and look into his amber coloured eyes “You are safe here. I wont let him hurt you.” He starts rubbing my cheek.

I look away from him and down towards my hands. As much as I love that he is so worried I cant let him protect me forever. He needs his life and he life was Lydia even if she didn’t know. “How’s it going with Lydia?” I mumbled but kept looking at me hands.

“She’s fine I guess she got back with some dude” He moved me and got up walking to the kitchen and I follow him.

“You still going to wait for her?” I asked smiling slightly.

“Of course, but I will find another person to assist in the sex thing.”

Before I knew it I blurted out “Why don’t we become Friends with Benefits while you wait” I cover my mouth instantly as I looked at the shock on his face and felt my own humiliation.

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revkilltaker · 2 years

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Split – Mr T. Experience/Sicko - 7″ - Top Drawer Records - TDRU3

Stats

Pressing #: 1st

Color: Black

Qty Pressed: ???

Additional Info: Other Pressings Available

Track List

Mr T. Experience - Together Tonight

Sicko - 80 Dollars

Rating

9.5/10

Synopsis

Ok so, you may be asking yourself how did this guy rate this random 7″ a 9.5/10, well...its that damn good, I kid you not. Rarely do split 7″s pull it off as well as this duo along with Top Drawer Records did. This record is rated so high as it directly caused me to run out and buy everything I could find of Sickos library.

Heres the short boring story. My friend Greg and I headed down in NJ one day after school to pick up some new tunes. I told him about a couple stores I knew about in the Wayne NJ area such as Sound Exchange and Flipside in Pompton Plains. We stopped at Flipside first, and he was blown away...at the discovery of awesome record stores. Anyways, I poured through everything that I can afford with the 20 or 30 bux I had and I stumbled across this gem. I loved MTX, so this was a no brainer. Went up to the register, Alan (if my memory serves) runs through my stack and pulls this out. “Dude, you are going to love this 7″. We drove home, I threw it on the turntable and I was blown away. Not only was the MTX track great, it was almost too good for a split, but thats the point isnt it? Draw people in via your sample. Then came Sicko, and I cant tell you how tired my arm was returning that record needle back to the start of their 70 second gem. Its so amazingly catchy with so many hooks. This split was a model for East Bay/Berkley Gilman St. punk. I never expected to see either band live as they rarely came to the east from what I could tell, but then one day I found out that Sicko was touring and they were playing the Pipeline in Newark, one town over from me. I told my GF at the time, that we need to go to this on Thursday and we did. The bouncer recognized us and asked for an assist on something, and he then let us in for free. I cant even remember who else played but when Sicko hit the stage, it was such a fun break from the HC shows I attended there every week. Mid way through their set, the bass player and guitarist switched instruments and carried on for the rest of their set. AMAZING. Out of the back of the room, someone is screaming 80 DOLLARS!!! I joined in, and they commenced playing the request. Who was yelling that? Alan from Flipside comes running through the crowd and we look right at each other and knew. Sounds stupid, but you dont get feels like that from a mediocre split 7″. Buy this if its a genre yer into, you wont regret it.

The cover art is cutesy as one would expect from either of the bands. It all just fits so well. The fonts will make sure that you dont pass this over in the punk section. Its not classic, but it catches your eye.

#Mr T Experience #Sicko #Top Drawer Records #Cringer #Punk #J Church #Operation Ivy #Screeching Weasel #Weston #Gilman St #Flipside Records NJ

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mybloodyfamousprophets · 5 months

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first day, first semester, another day of starting over, mother walks me in to school and i settle in the busy classroom, in new place in a new town, but i go every day and try to get around, lost in these halls what will be found? i see my own reflection and then i put my head down,

the months roll by and i start to shake hands, act a little strange and start crushing on a man, man it feels kind of cool seeing city buildings from the high school, moan about a subway ride and do nothing with too much time, wanted a boy to be mine but i was feeling too shy,

had a whole year of adventures, went to france and saw the ancients, roman columns surrounded me but my eyes were on a boy that barely talked to me, made it awkward felt real stupid, mind made up shitty excuses, all the boys showed off their girlfriends and you had to sit in jealous silence, and everyone you had eyes on, was someone you could never have, except a boy that toyed with you and you let him do it since no one else would

lost kid in the big city, just started getting busy, hanging out and being fools, getting drunk all in the school, do a good deed and some busy work, growing up don't be a jerk, getting closer to some people and maybe giving love a chance,

then that day the virus hit, whole year off, whole year alone yearning in these four walls, sleeping through zoom class still barely passed, talk to no one just walk to class, online synchronized isolation then walk right home and to the station,

headphones in graduation class homecoming but this not chicago, wont catch me by the bean this toronto, catch streetcar home keep social distance though, so hard not to lose my grip but i can't imagine how it wouldve been, only in a dark room did this flower get to bloom, losing it all makes you love the world around you, leave home town appreciate where you came from,

start new year, new mode of operation, had a main goal to get medicated, solve all my problems and make my brain the perfect machine, wanna know what the meds did to me? manic, paranoid, starved, calculated, wrote perfect code and solved all equations, felt like god until i realized, i was icarus and flew too high in the sky

but i got around got down and got busy, saw a concert and made a bad decision, text my ex cus i wouldnt do long distance and i had a void to fill that was kind of shaped like his- but i made some good friends and good times on the way, going back to that first night on the lake, drunk and rolling down the hill, smoking gas with time to kill, dumbass kids just having fun, would've stayed until the sun, rise out from my dark ages, endless summer and staying faded

first day, first semester, another day of starting over, subway takes me to school, lost looking for lecture halls but i'm staying cool, in a strange place in the big city, but i go to lectures and i keep myself busy, boyfriend's campus is a short ride away, and i know who i am at least for today,

the months roll by and my hands start to shake, losing my grip and acting a little crazy, romanticize my tube commute and suffer in silence in the library, within a week of breaking up i felt just like i did back then, hopeless feelings in my brain over just an average man, except for this one maybe there's a chance, but maybe there isn't,

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princess-pill-enjoyer · 2 years

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Takin a break for the first time in a while

It feels weird to be saying that again. It's been prolly.. 2ish months since I've cared how much I take. Let alone not having any at all lmao. I didn't forget that I'm mean to explain myself and I have been working on a draft for that.. tho it wont be posted for a little while.

tldr: temp break for a week. possibly still dosing but much lower and only taken where needed to prevent adverse effects to not get in the way of a massive project I'll be working on. At most probably 2-3 for the week vs 1-3 a day. No posts of any kind til at least the 14th. Even if I dose, no documenting as I'll strictly be sleeping and working to have any possibility of get this shit done in time

Reason being R's birthday is coming up. She's been in a slump since her breakup. Course I mean. Losing someone that you had that much history plans with is awful. Even if it was only a year. I couldn't imagine how she feels rn. Whiich is why I'm bothering to do all this..

I promised I'd make her some bracelets months ago since it's a longtime hobby of mine. Been making rubber band bracelets since middle school. Wayyy past the rainbow loom craze tho.. smh. I still get so salty about that. COULD YOU IMAGINE THE MONEY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL ME COULDA MADE??? Even if I only knew half the patterns I knew now I woulda made BANK bruh.. but nah. 5 years after the fact I finally learn it

Then during quarantine I picked up friendship bracelets and kandi, with friendship bracelets being my preferred type. Made sooooo many... only to never wear em. I never wore any of my bracelets if I'm being real. It's so backwards

Ah but anyway. Yeah. I'm gonna give her pretty much all of the bracelets that're worth a damn and I have probably... 40ish patterns saved on top of that

....and like 10 keychains.....

Kinda overboard I know. I was originally content with just sending all the bracelets I've made through this year with a few extra but.. then i went and caught the fr feels (the actual term for that feels cheesy 🙃) so didn't feel like it was enough for her. So I started casually making a list of shit I wanted to make which got massive sooooo quickly

Thennn shit happened and my progress pretty much halted. During the time we were on the phone all the time I made a good 20% of my list which was pretty good for 2ish months of heavily interrupted work so I thought I'd have this all done wayyy before her birthday

Did not expect half the shit that went on in the time since.

I've BARELY made progress since. I've maybe made... 5 bracelets in the time since. I get kinda cold/shaky when I'm high + a good majority of the time I'm either salty/crying/thinking up a storm or dancing around my room/listening to music/playing a game tryna act like dph is pink dopamine. Basically, I'm not too productive when I'm gone. HA ofc unless I want the shit when I'm doing something I need to be productive for. Then I'll bullshit til I get some..

Tangent mb mb. Two other things happened. Uh one I just realized I misremembered her birthday. It is in fact NOT the 28th as I thought it was.. it's the 18th. Only recently checked and saw so that was fun. Then she got broken up with and went pretty much silent ever since. I think we were otp damn near everyday before we went to bed during that period of them being together but not speaking. Then like 2-3 days after her partner left she said the whole I don't know if you can help shit so I haven't really talked to her since. I tried checking in one other time but it was still pretty obvious she didn't really wanna talk so I've been giving her her space. I know it'd probably be the smart/right thing to keep reaching out even if it'd annoy her but she'll turn off notifs in a heartbeat. i think she only recently turned em back on actually I asked her about something and it didn't take hours.. its a pathetic that is something I'm genuinely happy about..

Ah but yeah us not really talking plus her being so sad is kinda pushing me to make her present as grandiose as I can. She's not that sort of person anyway I'm sure even if I made her one she'd wear that shit til it fucking disintegrates but I'm hoping a bigger selection will make her feel less obligated to do all that. Plus I wanna show her that friendships/relationships shouldn't be so transactional you know? It'd be hella easy for me to just send the few I've already made and just say fuck it. We aren't talking rn and I didn't get a gift. I didn't even get a happy birthday period til the next day off of some fight with her and her partner that had her crying and sulking the day away. But even with that, she's a good friend to me period. I don't need her to be there for me every single time for her to reap the rewards from that. It sounds kinda stupid just saying it. Ah yes, you've sat there and helped me plenty of rough times and have made a strong friendship with me even with me CONSTANTLY trying to push you away but you forgot my birthday and been quiet for the last week so therefore fuck your present. Like ?? stupid. I'm sure she's gonna see it that way though smh. I'm already writting a gentle stfu letter to put in there so she'll hopefully ease up on herself a bit

Ah anyway. Long story short I can't risk the nonsense of benadryl rn. Shit makes getting out of bed hella hard and I can't have anything effecting my hands as I gotta to be able to make knots quick quick if I have any chance of getting the entire list done. So unless some life shit happens, I'm going 110% on that. Ideally, as little sleep as needed to not make too many mistakes as its a hassle to untie. I would say no sleep but I'm sure a week of that aint possible so I'm aiming for 2 hours a day. 30 mins of naps when needed though I really need to have it all right the first time to not waste time. It takes me a good minute or 2 to untie a single wrong knot so it's not even worth. The time I waste sleeping'll pay for itself in accuracy.

I'm assuming this all means no dph til at least next week. Works out honestly I'm running low on pills anyway. That's been weird to think on. I calculated it all out and it's kinda shocking. It's the most real feeling evidence of my addiction. If I were taking the proper dose, I could take it every single day and it'd still last roughly 3 years. I've only had mine since Feb 23rd and I have probably 100ish pills left. Shit honestly felt unlimited for a while..

Well, ig if the week goes to plan I'd be killing two birds with one stone, tho i doubt. If I have any issues with nightmares, I'm taking some no questions asked. I never get the hallucinations benadryl is so infamous for but when I'm withdrawing bad enough allll that horrible shit gets crammed in my dreams. God.. I remember the first few I like they happened recently. Had one where an end of the world paradise suddenly went dire and everyone just started killing themselves to save themselves from dying of starvation/thirst and I had to listen to every single sound from that. Another where I was accidentally drugged tryna help a friend and spent the entire dream running while going in and out of consciousness which made getting back to their house/evading the police terrifying. Most recently I had to help/defend a family with various deformities while trying to hold it together to not make them feel like I was upset because of their looks when in reality it was from having to scream and yell at people gawking at the kids I was helping. That and having about 40 people to take care of and it all being sprung on me out of nowhere. Which after was said and done took a seemingly casual turn to a free dinner in the lobby with the rest apartments residents being in there. I naively sat and picked something I knew would be good not thinking anything of it, only for the random people I sat with all being replaced with these older women yelling at me for picking so casually. Ah then all grabbed me and forced me to watch my dad cut some dude's head off with these giant shears. Ah. That was the first time I've actually cried in my sleep. Well... ish I clearly was sobbing from the way my face/chest was feeling but none of the tears. Shit I almost fell out of bed. I was pulling back trying to turn my head away from the whole beheading but they were all holding me in place. So ig I was doing that as I slept too. Woulda been.. not fun to say the least. I have concrete floors as my room is the basement sooooo I'm sure my fatass full deadweighting onto the floor would prolly cause a few issues lmfao

ah god sorry sorry I did not mean to go that in depth. That is genuinely the only thing that keeps me dosing some days. I've gotten used to a lot of the various withdrawal effects but nightmares + heart pain are really the only things that actually bother me nowadays. I was only going to do a brief retelling to emphasize why it's such a non-option for me but I got carried away.

anyway. temporary goodbye for now. i wont be posting so i can focus on her present. dont know if i also mentioned it but im also using paper stars/flowers/hearts as the like.. gift paper shit. like the thin strands you'd put in a gift bag so you can't immediately see everything inside? yep. uh. had the bright idea of filling that with little mini origami... dont know why th I would as that shit is literally worthless in the way I'm using it but... I already bought the paper and I have all the tutorials bookmarked... 🙃

i must be a special breed of stupid honestly.. within the week I'm supposedly making 50 bracelets/keychains of varying sizes/patterns/difficulties + learning how to do origami so I can fill a fucking box. we'll see how that goes lmao

#update #dph addiction #dph #benadryl #diphenhydramine

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the-multifan-writer · 2 years

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MY DILF

Warning: Cursing, pet names, rough sex,

Parrying: Aaron Hotchnerxreader

I have been babysitting Jack for about three years now, and a year after Hayley Hotch asked me to be a live-in nanny which was great because I had just lost my apartment. Today Jack had the day off from school so we spent it at the park and got some ice cream. We were actually all supposed to go out today to a drive through zoo but after Hotch got called for work Jack decided he wanted to wait for his dad to go. During lunch time I texted Hotch to see when he will be home “hey Mr.Hotchner I was wondering when you were coming back Jacks ask about it” a few minutes later he texted “I will not be coming home tonight buy some pizza for you and Jack and buy him the movie he want to watch ill send you the money” I read and see a 80$ Apple Pay “and call me Aaron I’ve told you its fine” he adds I smile and text back “ok Mr.Hotchner stay safe” he reads it but doesn't respond.

Later that night me and Jack chow down on some pepperoni and wings and spend the whole night watching superhero movies until Jack went to bed, I carried him to his room and tucked him in. I cleaned up the mess that was made and go to the living room to watch some movies, I text my friend with benefits feeling a little lonely and horny when you work for Aaron Hotchner you can’t help but get attracted to him “hey can you come over just stay quit jack is sleeping” I text a few seconds later he text “omw 😈 🍆🍑” I giggle at his text I pull down my shirt and take a picture of my cleavage to send him “see you soon” I add for an added bonus. I go to my room and change into some sexy black lingerie and a see through robe and some high heels. Ten minutes later there’s a knock on the door I look through the peephole and its him, I slowly open the door and smile seductively at him “hey you” I say and pull him by his shirt and pull into a kiss he closes the door with his foot and locks it we go to the living room where he pushes me on the couch “what are you hiding under here” he says pulling the strings of my robe and exposing my lingerie to him.

He lets out a small groan and slowly crawls up my body grabbing my foot and kissing up my calf I move and arch my back he goes up to my thighs and sucks gently on my upper thigh leaving a faint mark there he goes up my stomach and makes eye contact letting me see all the lust and primal need he has, he lick up my stomach and stops at my breast were he grabs the right one and bites my nipple gently I let out a small groan and arch my back so my breast are closer to his face he pulls away causing me to whine, but he ends it by kissing me. We get into a heated make out I run my hands down his body and unbuckle is pants pulling them down and pull off his shirt, he goes to kiss and suck my neck making writher under him we he goes to take off my bra and that’s when we hear “now that’s enough I want you out know boy” a booming voice says that i registered as Aaron Hotchner I curse internally and push my sneaky link away, he scrambles to get dress and runs out pants around his knees ad shirt in hand, I tie my robe to be somewhat covered.

“So this what you do when i'm not home” Aarons says in a stern voice “no Mr.Hotchner I've never brought another man here I promise it was my first time and if you give me another chance I promise it will be my last please dont fire me in need this job please please please ple-“ I say but he stops me by grabbing my face and making me look at him I look at the floor to embarrass to look at him “look at me” he says I take a second but look at him. “No I wont fire you my son likes you but you have to do me a favor” he says tightening his hold on my face “anything please ill do anything” I beg he smiles and lets go of my face hee takes a step back and unbuckles his pants “Mr.Aa-” I start but he stops me “listen here slut i'm the boss here, now your going to get on your knees and crawl to me and suck my cock like the good whore you are and then I’ll decide if your good enough to keep around” he says fully removing his pants and boxers I look at him worriedly, but I couldn’t deny how wet my panties where. I slowly get on my knees and crawl to him I start by kitten licking the tip he wasn’t happy with that I guess and grabbed the back of my head and slammed his dick down my throat, I gag from the forceful intrusion. Aaron continues to slam his hips I hollow my cheeks and try and create a strong suction while breathing through my nose.

The tears start to brim at the sides of my eyes I bring one of my hands up and fondled his balls, Aaron lets out a small groan slows down a bit I put some pressure on his train and squeeze them I continue between pressure on the train and squeezing his balls he pushes my head all the way down until my nose is buried in his pubes and I feel his tighten as he releases down my throat. I pull away once his done and open my mouth to wait for his command “swallow it slut” he says I close my mouth and swallow I show im mouth and he harshly pats my cheek “bedroom now” he says, I stand up and Aaron growls out loud “did I say you could get up whore crawl like the bitch that you are” he says pulling my hair back to look at him I let out a small groan “sorry sir” I say “you call me master” he says letting go of my hair, I go down to my knees and he smacks my ass and I crawl to his room. Once I reach his room I stay near the bed waiting for him. I keep my eyes down, I hear his footsteps coming up the stairs. He stops just outside the door and slowly opens the door. Aaron slowly walks towards me he as his boxers back on but his shirt is off, he sits on the bed “over my lap know” he says snapping at me I quickly move to lay over his lap and he pulls up my underwear to expose more of my ass to him “we need a safe word” Aaron says rubbing my ass gently “um suspect” I say giggling Aaroon lightly smacks my ass “ok suspect is our set safe word” he says and adds “now i'm going to spank you twenty times and every time you mess up I restart now count'' Aaron smacks me really hard and jump from the sudden pain “one” I say

Smack “two”

Smack “three” I shift a little and he stops me “stay still” he says.

Smack “four” I groan out

Smack “five”, at the tenth spank there are tears streaming down my face but my panties are absolutely drench. Once Aaron reaches my twentieth spank I just know my ass is a bright red and for the next week sitting would not be an option. “Have you learned your lesson you filthy slut” he ask pulling my hair up to lock at him “yes master I will never have another man over” I say he lets out a small growl and harshly spanks my ass three more times making me cry out “that “man” you had was some little boy that wouldn’t know how to treat a woman like you” he says “and keeps it down before I gag you” I let out a small whimper and he start to rub my folds through my panties “wow look at you so wet wasn’t much of a punishment if this is how that sluty pussy of yours react to it” Aaron says drawing small circles on my clit I let out a small moan and then three fingers are shoved in my mouth “now didn’t I say to keep quiet since you can’t do that suck” he says I begin to gently suck on his fingers and he continues his work on my clit I begin to grind down on his finger to get more friction but he spanks my ass again causing a moufled whine to let out “please fuck my slutty pussy master please show me what that boy couldn’t do” I mumble through his fingers “you want me to fuck you dumb just a little dumb cock slut that needs her whole field with a big cock and some cum” he says degradingly while holding my face to look at him I nod my head rapidly “use your words slut” he says slapping my face I whimper “please master fuck your pussy it needs a man that knows how to fuck it correctly please” I beg Aaron smirks down at me “so this is my pussy” he say plunging two fingers in my vagina I moan “yes its your pussy master” I moan out he takes out his fingers and says “well then since its mine I make the rules and think you shouldn’t cum you brought a boy to my house like some needy slut” he says “now lay on the bed spread eagle” I whimper but do as he says.

Aaron walks into his closet. I crane my neck to try and see what he's doing but without turning around he says “eyes to the roof” I look at the roof and wonder about what he's going to do to me. Two minutes later he walks out of the closet with some soft looking rope and starts to tie all my limbs to the bedpost, “since you wanna cum so badly lets see how many orgasms you can handle” he says I look at him wide eyed but say nothing “safe word” he ask “suspects” I say back. He goes back into the closet and came back with a thrusting rabbit vibrator and a vibrating butt plug and some lube “let's start, have you had anything in your ass before” he ask “nothing bigger than two fingers” I say “well lets change that” he get eye level with my pussy and slowly inserts the vibrator I buck my hips and moan once its fully in he turns it on low I moan and throw my head back bucking my hips, I feel my first orgasm rapidly approaching my moaning gets louder “keep quiet you slut my son is sleeping and the neighbors are sleeping, don't make me gag you” he says holding up a ball gag I nod and bite my lip as he heightens the speed of the rabbit.

I close my eyes and throw my head back as I feel my orgasm rush right through me, as i'm coming down from my high I feel two fingers prodding at my asswhole I let out a small whimper and buck my hips as I feel the tip of his fingers enter “stay still you slut got to stretch you out first” he says but I barely hear him as I feel my second orgasm starting to build up I continue to buck my hips and grind on air to get to that high again. “What the FUCK did I say about moving you desperate slut” Aaron says and everything is gone at an instance I whimper “I wanted to see how many orgasm you can handle but clearly you can’t listen and become a dumb slut when you do cum so lets see how a little edging works for you” he say.

Aaron walk back into the closet and come back with a medium chest, he pulls out a small finger vibrator “please no master I promise to be a good girl I won't move I can listen I promise” I whimper out “i'm tired of hearing you here this will shut you up and you’ll look so pretty” he say and ties the gag around my head. He turns the vibrator on and runs it around my lips I let out a small moan muffled by the gag he opens my lips and put might pressure on my clit I moan and buck my hips and Aaron smacks my thigh “stay still” he says I nod and try and stay as still as possible, he continues his torture and I throw my head back as I feel my orgasm reaching its peack but before I explode Aaron pulls away, I whimper and try and pout through the ball. Aaron pinches my nipple and I whine trying to pull away but he doesn't let go, he goes back to my clit and does small circles but this time he lubes his fingers and pushes them in my ass deeper this time I moan and use everything in me to not buck or grind my hips, he starts to scissor my hole and I feel my orgasm approaching but just before it comes he pulls away and stops moving his fingers. He does this about six times and then he takes mercy, “ok I think you’ve had enough now lets see how well you can take some real cock” Aaron says untying the gag.

He takes off his boxers and slides is dick through my folds, getting it wet. I moan and throw my head back. My whole body was so sensitive from being edged that I could honestly cum from this. As he continues this new torture he pulls out a big but plug “both of your holes will be filled” he says covering it in lube and slowly inserting in me, I moan out from the pleasure of having my ass filled. Aaron then slowly inch by inch inserts his dick in me I throw my head back and moan “you wanna move wanna buck those pretty little hips of yours” he ask I nod my head quickly “use your words slut” he says and smacks me harshly, I whimper and say “yes please master” he smiles and says “go ahead” he builds up a steady rhythm and moan grinding down trying to get more friction going, he grabs something from beside us and then the butt plug in my ass starts to vibrate and I feel that high start and tears start to form in my eyes “look how pretty you look tear stained face” he says grabbing my face to do an open mouth pucker he spits in my mouth I saw low and he slaps my face “good girl” he says and quickens is thrust I moan loudly and stutter out “i-im cuu-uming ple-pl-please my I master” he looks down at me “cum for me whore” I throw my head back and scream at the feeling of finally being able to come Aarons continues slamming into and drawing out my orgasm tears stream down my face and then I feel a second orgasm coming “OOOh MMMYYYY IIIIIMM CUUMIIINGGGGG AAGAAINN” I yell squirting all over Aaron’s bed, thigh, and lower stomach at that point I feel him grab my hips and push himself so deep in me I think his entered my whom and he cums feeling my pussy with loads of warm cum.

Aaron slowly pulls out of me and pulls out the plug turning it off I let out a small whine and just lay there panting trying to recover from the absolute fuck of a life time. After a minute or two Aaron is next to me white a small wet towel and cleans the sticky cum “how are you feeling I hope I didn’t hurt you” “im ok its fine I liked it” I smile and look away “um does this mean im getting fired” I say concern lasing my voice he looks down at me confused “no I would never, but I would like to continue this relationship” I smile and nod “I would like that” he stops and stands up “well I drew you a bath come on” he helps me sit and when I go to stand I fall into his chest and whimper from the pain in between “guessed i fucked you just a little to hard” we both giggle and Aaron caries me into the bathroom and we take a bath together. Once we finishes he put some ointment on my butt to help with the bruising and pain “I do hope you take this lesson to heat I don't share what’s mine and your mine know” I smile and kiss him “all yours master” he growls “come on we're going to bed brat.

This is really long and dont think it truly makes sense when it comes to the sex part but I hope y’all like it

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*＊✿❀LINE 29 : TRUCE❀✿＊*

"y/n," it was the one and only choi yeonjun.

"yeonjun," she nodded towards him before taking a seat in front of him. they've agreed to meet at the coffee shop, y/n ordering a hazelnut latte and him an iced americano.

"you haven't changed huh, y/n, still ordering hazelnut latte," yeonjun said, a smile plastered on his face.

"i've changed a lot, but i guess you dont notice cause you never cared, right?" she replied pointedly, which made his smile falter.

"look, i'm really sorry. i was being a coward and i admit, i acted like a douche, waltzing into your life like that," yeonjun stressed his regret, carding through his pink hair and furrowing his eyebrows.

"well, at least you knew," she cant help the urge to roll her eyes.

"but if it makes you feel any better, i think of you a lot,"

"no it doesnt. it makes me wanna throw up. but at least answer this, did you even love me, yeonjun? when we were dating," she asked.

"i did, y/n, it wasnt your fault, but it just faded away when we dont meet for a long time, and i just dont feel the butterflies anymore," he said quietly, mentally scolding himself at how stupid his excuse must've sounded.

"wow choi yeonjun, ever the douchebag, huh," she scoffed.

"but i really am, sorry, y/n. if i could rewind time, i'd do this all differently, but i know that's impossible, so i wanted to resolve this, you know. what ever this is between us, i understand if you're not gonna forgive me, but i sincerely am sorry. i must have been too young and too dumb to hurt you, but that's no excuse at all. it wasnt fair for you, no one deserved to be hurt like that," he finally said truthfully.

call her simple-minded, but that's it, that's the word she had been waiting for all this time. sorry. not an insincere, half ass sorry he had thrown the other day, but the one she can see through his eyes. and this one, she definitely can see it.

yeonjun continued when he saw her went silent.

"and i really hope taehyun wont ever hurt you, takes good care of you and loves you just as much as you love him. i know him, and im sure he will,"

when he sees y/n's eyes softened, he tried to lighten up the mood, "you dont hear this from me, okay? but i dont think i've ever seen the kang taehyun fall in love, but when he's with you, i could see he literally pours his heart into it, treating you like you're the only person he sees in the room. it's kind of disgusting,"

and for the first time in a while, y/n somehow felt like her emotions isnt all over the place. it's like they were all in the right places, shelved into the right compartments.

y/n studied probability (which she failed in high school) but at least one thing she picked up from it was that the world was filled with uncertainties and risks, but one thing she's 100% certain is she's in love with kang taehyun, and she's gonna act on it.

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SYNOPSIS :

if there's anything y/n's good at, it's differentiating her feelings between love or hate. it's so distinct, she really doesn't get it when people say they have mixed feelings about something, cause to her, love is LOVE and hate is, well... HATE. LOVE is like her feelings for prodsputnik, an anonymous soundcloud artist she adores which she may or may not have a stan account for. HATE is like her feelings towards her roommate, kang taehyun. she even claimed that researchers are bullshitting when they say there's a thin line between hate and love. but what if y/n figures out that prodsputnik and kang taehyun is the same person? will the line between love and hate stay thick and clear as fuck (y/n's words) to y/n or will it get blurry?

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