#again. i hope hes alive and well. the fact is him lying about this WOULD BE THE IDEAL SITUATION. BC NO ONE SHOULD GO THROUGH THAT. but.

[starwikia]

suicide cw

look i have been in this area before mentally. it sucks and i wouldn’t wish this on anyone. but, and this is going to sound callous, but i don’t feel any sympathy for james somerton. even if i hope he’s like. not dead. But thats all the amount of goodwill im willing to give him. The more i think about this really, the more angry i am. 

ngl this entire situation is another example of how white people weaponize their mental illness to avoid consequences. Im seeing it in real time.

this man has a continuous habit of using self-harm as a get-out-of-jail-for-free card. in both of his apologies, he has worded his supposed attempts in ways that were clearly meant to guilt people who displayed his plagiarism and overall horrendous history of racism and misogyny. i say supposed because, while i’m not saying those are lies and this would he such a fucked up thing to lie about that i don’t want to think he has, unfortunately, it’s been proven again and again that his word can’t be trusted, as he’s known to lie to try get out of consequences. Hes a proven liar. him lying about this is actually the best case scenario, because no one should go through this entire situation, wouldnt wish this on anyone, but you can only do this so often before people stop sympathizing with you. is this callous? Yeah, but like. I’m actually fucking angry he cant straight up take no as an answer. that this is how he reacts realizing he cant be one of the Cool Kidz™️ on youtube anymore. he acts like he DESERVES a career, like its not a privilege hes lost due to his own actions.

He lied about apologizing and forgiving people, he lied about giving the money to hbomberguy to give to ppl he ripped off (yknow, instead of doing it himself), he lied about the jessie gender situation and rewrote the narrative to make it so he isnt the bad guy, and hes the victim all along actually!

you can’t tell me that supposed last message of his isn’t meant to be a 13 reasons why esq attempt to deflect the blame “look i’m going to kill myself and it’s all YOUR PEOPLES FAULT for not letting me achieve my DREAM of being filmmaker IN PEACE!!! I just wanted Nick’s (the guy who I have thrown under the bus again and again) portfolio up!! Im just being a good friend dont you all FEEL BAD” he refuses to take ANY ACCOUNTABILITY of any of his actions and he IS STILL trying to shove the blame over to other people again.

it’s also pretty ironic people are like “uhhh well hbomber’s fans harassed him!!!” like hbomber outright told people NOT to HARASS JAMES!!! ALSO acting as if james doesn’t have a very real documented history of STRAIGHT UP sending his fans to harass and threaten smaller creators, more notably women, trans, and bipoc creators. especially after he’s stolen typically very personal anecdotes so he could profit from them. so why can he do it but the second people are like “hey this guys an actual piece of shit.” and he can’t handle it suddenly people are trying to white knight his shit? like no he doesn’t get that. he doesn’t get that at all just because he couldn’t handle the consequences of his actions. 

what? were supposed to stay quiet about a man profiting off of other minorities because he wanted to be the spokesman for all gay people? people tried to solve this on a smaller, more private scales for YEARS and he kept doing it. it was clear that the giant public video was the ONLY way to get people to notice. HE WOULDVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH STEALING 87 FUCKING THOUSANDS WORTH OF DOLLARS. HE CANT HANDLE THE FACT HE CANT GET AWAY WITH IT. 

am i supposed to feel bad for the guy who basically threatened a trans woman with the police? i don’t care what anyone says, it’s so fucking obvious that he threatened jessie by implying he was getting the police involved in their conflict. what am i supposed to act like that didn’t happen? are we supposed to pretend like he didn’t glorify nazi’s and outright said that gay people made up a good chunk of the nazis? That he didnt say america joined ww2 bc they were jealous of the NAZIS. WHAT WOULD POSSESS YOU TO FUCKING SAY THAT. but then? He gives women (not even women most of the time, he misgenders nonbinary ppl constantly) shit for writing mlm. are we supposed to act like he doesn’t straight-up sees himself superior and better than people of color and steals their works to put himself on a pedestal? Are we supposed to act like he didnt spit on our elders by saying “only the boring gays survived aids” like man! Fuck you! He BLANTANTLY MAKES UP HISTORY TO PUT HIMSELF ON A PEDESTAL!! HE ACTIVELY TRIED TO REWRITE LGBT HISTORY TO SUIT HIS FUCKED UP NARRATIVES!

yes this sucks ! no one deserves this but no one should be making him a martyr. Thats what he fucking WANTS! He wants to be immortalized as a victim!! (again, supposedly, it was reported hes alive but its not confirmed).

The shit he got isnt near the amount of fucking callous behavior hes done again and again. Again, to drill this point, EVEN IF HE DIDNT CALL THE POLICE HE THREATENED A TRANS WOMAN INTO THINKING HE DID!!! The fact he tried to use a head injury to justify years of the outright ghoulish shit fucking astounds me. Why the fuck did anyone in his life thought it was a good idea to let him TRY to come back. in the end, he had options. he didn’t need to try to make a comeback. HE DIDNT NEED TO FUCKING LIE OR IGNORE THE SHIT HE WAS CALLED OUT ON the reality is, he wanted to come back thinking he could shove it under the rug, was told that no dude, you’re not allowed to be a youtuber anymore. you’re done. you need to move on and went full nuclear. it’s not on anyone’s hands but his own. HES BEEN DOING THIS TO HIMSELF!! But nah man we cant call his shit out bc hell may or may not kill himself. Fuck the other minorities who have the same issues but worse and sometimes BECAUSE of him. This is going to SUCKKKK so bad when other ppl, specifically white gays, are going to weaponize this shit to get away with their stuff.

#warning: do not read this post if you want me to be nice to james somerton. i am extremely mean in this post. #before anyone accuses me of shit i legit never contacted him myself or anyone involved. i am someone who witnessed this behavior repeatedly #again. i hope hes alive and well. the fact is him lying about this WOULD BE THE IDEAL SITUATION. BC NO ONE SHOULD GO THROUGH THAT. but. #he HAS to forever be the victim in his eyes. attempting doesnt automatically mean youre free of sin. #its just terrible to see that regardless whether or not he did do it #its very clear his attempts to run away from his consequences are working on some people #we need to acknowledge that if your shitty ex friend can weaponize a threat to kill themselves #so can this internet person after being called out for horrendous shit #like what was the alterative? what were people supposed to fucking do? be nice about it? #yeah as if poc and trans women arent historically given shit for being 'too mean' about wanting justice. #this isnt just the plagiarism this is the fact a white dude has been parading himself as THE speaker for the gays(tm) but has been using hi #gayness to shield himself from his misogyny racism transphobia and antisemitism #its very clear regardless this means that ppl r going to side with him and then give him benefit of doubt #if you cant handle the heat stay out of the fucking kitchen dude. this is the consequences of your fucking actions. #hes a disgusting person who cant handle being told no so hes going to drag everyone down with him #like. idk this entire situation is frustrating to me. #its also frustrating ppl trying to be moral abt it like 'see! i knew this was bad all along!' no you didnt. shut it. #for the record im like mainly talking abt twit watching those spineless uwu cutesy ppl basically saying hes done noting wrong #oh and also alt righters who are clearly weaponinizing this where u know they wouldnt give a shit if a right ytber did this. #james somerton #idk might delete this later its just. ugh...

[weird-is-life]

Can I request a shy reader and Spencer's fic. When the reader works at a flower shop, Spencer comes in there looking for flowers. And the reader goes on a little rant about what he should buy and what each flower means.

Hii lovely, ty for the request! Hope this is okay🙈warnings: use of y/n, fluff, a few swear words, (0.9k)

Spencer needs to buy some flowers for Emily. It's her birthday and he's always brought her flower before, so even if he's already running late to her birthday dinner, he can't not go buy her some flowers.

He goes into the first flower shop, he spots on the way to Emily's apartment and that's where he finds you.

It's almost the closing time, so you are just sitting behind the counter, reading some book. Spencer immediately thinks he's in love.

He swears, you are the prettiest girl, he's ever seen and the fact, that you are too absorbed in your book to even notice him, makes you even more attractive to Spencer.

You finally notice him as he's a few steps away from the counter. You quickly slam the book shut and try not to look too caught off guard.

You weren't expecting anybody to come to the shop anymore and you definitely weren't expecting it to be a very handsome guy.

His messy, curly hair, expensive-looking black suit and the small stubble have you buckling at your knees. You are sure, that if you weren't sitting on the chair, you would be on the ground.

"H-hi," you somewhat compose yourself, "w-what can I help you with?"

He shoots you a smile and you're pretty sure that your cheeks go very red," Hi, I was wondering if I could get some flowers?"

"D-do you have any specific in mind?" you ask, barely holding an eye contact with him. You are shy and he isn't helping your situation at all.

"Ye-...No, I don't. Can you recommend me some?" Spencer literally knows the meaning of every flower you have in this shop, but something about you makes him shut his mouth, so he can stay here longer.

"I can, yes," you smile sheepishly at him, "who are they supposed to be for?"

"My friend, it's her birthday today," you would be lying, if you said that your heart didn't skip a beat at hearing that it's for his friend and not a girlfriend. You thought, that he was getting flowers for his girlfriend.

"W-well, I'd suggest, that you should definitely get some yellow flowers for her. Yellow color represents friendship, would that be okay?" you hesitantly ask. Spencer just nods encouragingly.

"Okay, so we could do some mixed bouquet. Yellow roses are definitely a yes, you can't go wrong with that, they are beautiful and smell amazing. We should also add sunflowers, they represent loyalty and adoration of the friendship. Oh and mums are grest, too. They can really make the bouquet come alive, they are like the spirit of optimism. We could also-," you ramble about each flower, that you put in the bouquet for him.

Spencer listens to your every word with a happy smile, you remind him of himself with your rambling and to be honest, he finds it adorable.

You are done too quickly tho and Spencer finds himself wanting to hear you speak again.

But his phone rings and he doesn't even need to pick up to know, that the team is wondering, where he is.

"Here, i-is this okay?" you hand the insanely pretty bouquet to him. Spencer's grin basically answers your question.

"Thank you, thank you. It couldn't be more perfect. You're a total lifesaver..." he looks at your name tag, "y/n. Thank you, y/n."

You are certain, that your cheeks couldn't be more red as they are right now. Spencer's compliment makes you blush like a fool.

"Oh. I'm..I'm glad, that you like it." You stutter out your response, looking at the ground. You carefully wrap the bouquet in the flower wrapping paper and tell him the price of it.

He pays it and before you can say no, he puts a bigger tip than it's normal into the tip jar.

Spencer then slowly leaves thanking you as he goes. And right before the door closes, it looks like Spencer wants to tell you something else, but in the last second he shakes his head and dissappears.

You wave him a shy goodbye, you are a little disappointed even if you don't really know why. Well okay, maybe you do know why. But you shouldn't have put your hopes up, thinking the handsome stranger felt the spark like you did. And that maybe, only maybe, he'd ask you out.

You sigh and sluggishly start to clean up the counter to finally close the shop and go home. The door bell rings again and your head immediately shoots up.

He runs up to the counter, a little out of breath, "shit, I'm sorry to bother you again. I don't usually do this, like ever, it's just....Would you like to go out with me sometimes? Like for a-a coffee? You can say no of course, hell, I'd totally understand if you said no." Spencer's now the one to rumble.

"I-I'd love to," you, surprising even yourself, reply immediately. Cheeks, of course, burning red.

"It's okay- Wait, really?" Spencer was totally expecting you to reject him.

"Yes, really....." you want to say his name.

"Spencer, my name is Spencer," he quickly understands.

"Spencer, " you try out his name," I'd love to Spencer, here." You bravely scramble your phone number on a piece of paper and give it to him.

Spencer takes it with a huge smile, "I'll call you, " he looks like he wants to stay longer, but looks at his watch and curses under his breath," I'm so late. I gotta go, but I'll call you, I promise."

"Bye, Spencer," you say sweetly and Spencer already knows he's fucked. Not even one date and he knows, he's down bad.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid

[fumekara]

ALL THE THINGS I HAVE DONE (Part 2)

SatoSugu x Gn reader 

Plot: Your relationship with the strongest sorcerers in Japan was falling apart after they yelled at you and broke your heart. 

n/a: English is not my first language, there will be a final part of this writing experiment, I am not very satisfied with how it came out. 

Tw: A lot of angst, season 2 spoilers, mention of sex, polyamorous relationship, mention of the death of one's pet, the reader has a cat, in this version Geto is a sorcerer. 

If you are sensitive to mourning for your pets, do not interact with this fic. 

WC: 1.9K

Click here for part 1

You had lain down and held Nuko in your arms the night you found him under the bed in the guest room and, without your noticing, you had fallen asleep, but no one seemed to care, Sutoru and Suguru had not come to wake you up to join them. 

You were sure they were still angry with you for what had happened the night before and you didn't want to think about it, since you now had another problem to deal with, Nuko's. 

He wasn't well, not at all, you could see it from the way he was lying on himself, the way he avoided moving and the way he occasionally meowed as if to warn you that he was still alive, for now. 

You stroked his back and he let you, after all he couldn't do much. 

Suddenly you heard the sound of approaching footsteps in your room. Immediately you rolled onto your back and pretended to be asleep.

When Suguru and Satoru entered your room, trying to make as little noise as possible, Nuko lifted his head as if to find out who was interrupting your fake sleep.   

You felt their weight sink into the bed when they sat beside you and then you felt a hand gently stroking your back.

"Y/N?" Satoru called you in a low voice. You didn't answer hoping that would be enough to convince them to leave you alone.

"We know you're not sleeping," Suguru said as he approached you from the other side of the bed, being careful not to crush Nuko with his weight. 

"How did you know?" you asked resigned by the fact that it was now useless to pretend.

"Your breathing was too irregular, that's not what you do when you sleep. We know better by now after so long sleeping together." you heard Sato chuckle as he rested his head on your shoulder. He was uncertain of the movement because he was afraid you would reject him because of what happened yesterday, but when you didn't he kept to your side. 

Suguru who was in front of you removed a lock of hair from your face very gently, as if you were made of glass, the same gesture you had made to him yesterday, and it broke his heart when he thought back to how badly he had treated you after you had given him a taste of your love. 

You reached out your hand again, but not to return the affection of the two men beside you, but to stroke your cat again, who was taking quick, heavy breaths.

"He's sick" you broke the silence.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Satoru looking at Nuko.

"I don't know, but he doesn't eat, breathes poorly and sleeps all day." You rolled onto your back and the white-haired man pulled away from you to give you space.

"Is that why you didn't sleep with us last night? Or even because of what happened yesterday?" asked Suguru worriedly, but you had a hunch he was using it as an excuse to criticise you. 

"What do you mean, that I use my cat being sick as an excuse not to sleep with you?" you asked without hiding your irritation.

"I didn't mean that, we're just worried." 

"Really?, so why didn't you come to wake me up if you care so much?" you sat up and so did they. "Don't pretend you care so much, I know you don't" you spat, by now you had a feeling you didn't care what they thought anymore, not after the words they said to you last time. 

"Y/N, we do care about you. We came here to apologize to you," Satoru told you, trying to find the right words to keep you from getting angry. 

"We went too far yesterday, Y/N, we shouldn't have treated you that way" Suguru picked you up and made you rest your head on his chest and shortly afterwards Satoru joined in the hug "We are sincerely sorry for what happened".

You felt the strong urge to cry and let them wrap their arms around you, but part of you did not believe their words. By now it seemed to you that they were only pretending to really love you. All you had been thinking about for weeks was how you felt like the third wheel in your relationship, as if they were only with you for convenience, because you were fun for them and not because they cared about you. 

The way they talked to each other, cuddled and had fun without you had started to make you feel insecure about your role in the relationship with Suguru and Satoru, even though those moments made you suspect that they didn't really need you, it still remained an assumption. But you also suspected that they were more aloof and impatient with you in a different way than between the two of them, and yesterday's discussion and the fact that they didn't want you with them in bed seemed to have awakened in you the confirmation of your worries. 

"How many times do we have to go through this again?" you said trying to hide the urge to cry "Now you apologize, but I know it will happen again in the future."

They looked at each other not believing your words.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?" asked Suguru. 

Then you confessed: "I am not part of this relationship.". 

"Yes, you're part of it, we love you Y/N," Satoru told her by taking her chin mat so she could look straight into your blue eyes "I know what we said to you was mean, but you mustn't think we don't love you just because we had a fight once. We..." 

"It's not just that" you interrupt him "I watch how you treat each other and you don't do it the same way you treat me. It's not the first time you've made me feel clingy, when you often do things as if I'm not there, when you change the subject as soon as I butt into the conversation or when you get nervous about the smallest things I do." you continued "I feel like that all the time, when we're together, when we talk to each other, even when we make love I feel like I'm just a fun for you, not someone you love."

After you opened up to them, your boyfriends stared at you, not believing what you had just told them. They were not sure what had made you doubt the love they both had for each other, but they thought back to the fact that the two of them had known each other longer than you, worked together and always together had faced so many problems and dark pasts that, although they had hurt them deeply, they had learnt to face them together and, no matter how hard you had tried to support them, as they had supported each other in the darkest moments of their lives. You were not to blame, they were simply part of a world of which you were not and could not be a part. 

Together they faced the death of Haibara and Riko and both shared the scars that had been inflicted on them by Toji Fushiguro. For years they supported each other and loved each other unconditionally, sharing everything with each other, everything they loved most, including you. 

They loved you, really loved you, but they knew that they had both shared something in their experience as sorcerers that had allowed them to strengthen their bond and their love, but they had left you behind.

They both did not know what to say because they knew that was the truth. The only thing they felt able to do was to hold you in their arms again, this time with more strength, with more affection, as if they did not want to let you go. Their faces were buried in you, Suguru in your back and Satoru's in your shoulder, and you heard them crying. 

"I have to take Nuko to the vet. But I think there's not much to do with him," you said, letting a silent tear slide down your cheek.

"Let us take you," Satoru told you, holding you tightly, rubbing his head in the crook of your neck.

"No, I need to be alone," your voice broke. By now you knew you had lost the boys you had fallen in love with and you just wanted to run away.

By now you could no longer contain the tears that fell uninterruptedly from your eyes, they let you go, and as you left the room carrying Nuko with you, you heard their sobs and your heart broke. 

______________

And now here you were, in the driveway of your backyard sitting on the seat of your car holding Nuko's yellow collar. 

You had been there for fifteen minutes already, but you hadn't yet made up your mind to get out and go into the house; you didn't know how you would face Satoru and Suguru. You were afraid that after all you had confessed to them before you left them alone in tears it would be the final turning point that would end your relationship. You didn't want to hurt them, just the thought of making them cry made you feel bad, you loved them, you loved them so much and you would probably separate. 

You took a couple of deep breaths and got out of the car. 

After entering the house you closed the door and took off your shoes still holding the collar. 

You had been out of the house all day and by now everyone must have gone to sleep. The house was silent and shrouded completely in darkness except for a light coming from the kitchen. 

As you silently entered you saw Suguru and Satoru sitting on either side of the dining table who, as soon as they noticed your presence, although you could glimpse tiredness and sadness in their eyes, tried to show you their best smile. 

They had been waiting for you.

They both extinguished their smiles when you approached them pointing out the traces of crying on your face, and only then did they realize that you had returned alone. 

You sat by Suguru's side with Satoru facing you and placed Nuko's collar on the table, letting them know that your cat was gone forever. Suddenly you felt tears fill your eyes again.

"Oh love, come here," Suguru hugged you, while Satoru got up from his chair to join you and do the same. You stayed like that for you don't know how long, despite everything that had happened, they were there for you at that moment, just as you were always there for them when they needed you. They let you cry and vent, hugging you as if to protect you from all the evil in the world. 

At one point you felt your body lift off the ground, you didn't know if it was Satoru or Suguru holding you, but you buried your tearful face in his neck as he carried you to the bedroom. 

They laid you in the middle of the bed and held you close all night, even when you all fell asleep together. 

Perhaps there was still hope between you, perhaps all was not lost.  

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Tag: @tatahungry

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[afictionaladventure16]

Heyyy!!! I absolutely loved your latest work “Taking it All In” I haven’t stopped crying since I read it. I was wondering if you could write something about the depression that the reader has in the story. Something along the lines where reader has been skipping school for some time due to depression and she hasn’t told Pedro about it. He finds out cuz eventually the school calls him and tells him whats going on with your absences and your bad grades. You two get into a fight about it because you refuse to tell him what’s going on as to not worry your dad. After days of not talking, cold shoulders and staying in your room/bed as much as possible Pedro finally cracks and tries to talk to you again. You’re in laying on your bed not wanting to move while Pedro is talking to you and he notices small cuts on your arm that your trying to hide, way to linear to be from your cat, and he finally puts the pieces together.

Taking It All In Pt. II (Pedro Pascal x Daughter!Reader)

Pt. 1

Word Count: 4.3 k

Warnings: Descriptions of Self-harm, mentions of depression, suicide, and some slight hinting of eating disorders.

A/N: Thank you! You're so sweet! I hope you like this part two of Taking it All in!! Also, thank you for the details in your requests! It helps to plan what to write!

It’s been months after that hike with your father. You had gotten help, but it only helped so much. You had this fear that if you told your therapist your actual thoughts, you’d end up somewhere where grippy socks were mandatory. 

It didn’t help that you found your mother, you hadn’t told your father, but you searched and searched the internet until you found her. The woman who was so afraid of loving you, afraid of having a life with your dad, she was alive and well. 

She was happy too. You would think it would make you feel happy to hear that she was happy, to see the photos of her and her family, her two kids and husband. But all it did was take you to a dark place. The images of her at her sons' soccer game, or her at her daughters' recital. It should be you in those photos with her. 

This whole time you thought your mother was most likely dead or if she were alive, she was alone in some other country probably traveling. You didn’t ever imagine that she could have started another life. You hadn’t brought it up to your therapist, mostly because they’ve been trying to help you cope with other issues in your life. It was mostly how you felt about constantly having to travel from place to place or not having your father around as much, it meant a lot of journaling. Plus, if you told your therapist, it meant telling your father and you didn’t know how he’d react or if he already knew. 

What if he already knew. You hadn’t thought of that, it was another scenario that could happen, another scenario you don’t know if you can handle. 

You heard the front door open and then close, “I’m home!” You heard your dad call out. 

You sighed to yourself, you had ditched another day of school, but luckily for you your dad left for meetings before you even got up. Meaning that it was easy to ditch. In fact, you hadn’t gone to school at all the past week. 

Pedro was met with silence, he shrugged, “probably studying,” he muttered to himself. He made his way over to the kitchen to get dinner started. He wasn’t the best cook in the world, but he knew a thing or two. 

You made your way down the hall, “There she is!” Pedro said as he heard your footsteps get closer, “Hey, I was thinking, how does spaghetti sound tonight?” You walked over to the fridge, grabbing the bottle of apple juice. 

“Sure,” you said with a shrug. You poured yourself a cup of apple juice, putting away the bottle right after. 

“Long day at school?” You gave him a nod. “Alright, well, go ahead and rest. I’ll let you know when dinner is ready.” You felt horrible for lying to him. He had thought everything was getting better and that you were beginning to feel happier, but it was all just a lie. It was a mask. 

** mentions of self-harm begin here **

You walked back to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes. The lying, the feeling of abandonment, everything, it just felt like it was all tumbling down. You pulled up your sleeves, revealing the linear cuts that you had done to yourself. It started off with something small, hitting your hands against something when you were mad, but the pain felt kind of nice. 

Not kind of, it did feel nice. It took away the pain of everything in your mind for a moment and you liked it. You liked your mind being peaceful for just a moment. But those moments only lasted a few seconds and you needed something that would last longer. You had saw some girls with some cuts on their wrists at school, it wasn’t till one day you aksed one of the girls what they were while you both were in the bathroom. The girl seemed a bit embarrassed but you were genuinely curious. She explained what they were, but she didn’t explain it further. 

For weeks you couldn’t help but think about it, but the thought of hurting yourself in that way seemed scary. What if you went too deep or if you got caught? But a week ago, when your dad had to work late, you felt yourself drowning in your thoughts. Hitting yourself against your bedframe wasn’t working. That was the night you first self-harmed, you felt lucky that the weather was getting cold again so hiding your scars was easy. 

Your dad played some music while he began to boil the pasta. Your cat watched from the other side of the counter, he knew his boundaries and Pedro seemed to like the company. Pedro began to slowly dance to the rhythm of the song playing until it was cut off by the sound of ringtone, “That’s not part of the song,” he grumbled as he grabbed his phone. 

The number looked familiar, he hesitated on answering, “Could be important or a scam,” he muttered. He shrugged to himself before answering the phone, “hello?” 

“Hi! This is Linda from the JFK High School, may I speak to Y/N Pascal’s father?” 

“This is he speaking,” Pedro responded. He had no clue why your school would be calling.

“Hi, Mr. Pascal! We’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the past few days, it wasn’t until we looked through our files that we realized we had an old phone number.” 

“Ah, yes, I changed my number. Probably should’ve updated you guys on that,” is that it? He thought. 

“It’s quite alright, but the real reason why we’ve been trying to get ahold you is because we’ve noticed that Y/N hasn’t been attending her classes for the past week.” 

Pedro stopped what he was doing, placing the wooden spoon he had in his hand down on the counter, “I’m sorry, you must be mistaken.” 

“I’m afraid not. Her teachers are beginning to worry now that her grades have been slipping and she hasn’t been showing up. We were wondering if maybe the family went on vacation and someone forgot to notify the school?”

“N-No, we’re not on vacation,” Pedro looked towards the hall. 

“Well, is there any reason why she hasn’t been in school?” 

“I-I don’t know, I thought she had been going to clases this whole time.” 

“Will she be there on Monday?” 

“She’ll be there Monday,” he stated. 

“It is my obligation to let you know that if the student doesn’t show up for school for another full week that the school will revoke certain privileges for Y/N.” Pedro knew the consequences of you missing school, it could also mean jail time on his case. 

“I’ll get to the bottom of this. Thank you, Linda.” 

“Of course,” Linda said before hanging up. 

Pedro placed his phone back on the counter, he then shut off the burners on the stove. “What do I do, gatito?” he asked as he leaned against the counter, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew what he had to do, he just didn’t know what to say or ask even. He let out a deep sigh before making his way down the hall. 

He knocked on your door, “Mija, puedo entrar?” (Can I enter?)

You opened the door, “dinner is ready already?” you asked with a confused expression on your face. 

Pedro felt his heart break, there you stood, his little girl, in front of him. He never expect you to miss school and not tell him, it only meant one thing. You were lying to him about everything. “No,” he said softly. He was trying so hard to remain calm, but there was a part of him that wanted to yell and ask why the hell you werent going to schoo. Then there was that nurturing side of him that just wanted to ask you why you weren’t going to school. Both had the same question, just a different way of approaching it. “Can I come in?” 

You shrugged, stepping aside to let him in. You watched as he sat on the edge of your bed, “I’m gonna ask you something and I want you to be one hundred percent truthful with me, okay?” He asked

You chuckled slightly, expecting some dumb question, “okay.” 

“Mija, no estoy bromeando horita, necesito que me escuches.” (I’m not joking right now, I need you to listen). 

Oh fuck, he knows, you thought. You gave him a nod, “did you miss school this past week?” You nod again. Pedro took in a deep breath, “Why?” 

You shrugged, “papi, it’s no big deal.” 

“No big deal!?” He yelled as he stood up. “Mija, do you know I can go to jail because you haven’t gone to school!? Do you have any idea how stupid that is? Que te estabas pensando, huh!?” (What were you thinking?)

You felt tears well up in your eyes, “I’m sorry! I just didn’t feel like going!” 

“If you don’t feel like going then you tell me! How come you didn’t tell me?” You remained silent, Pedro let out a deep sigh, trying to calm down again. “What’s going on, Y/N??” 

“Nothing,” you whispered. 

“No me dices que nada esta pasando, por que tu no te comportas como asi. Tu eres mi hija, y yo queiro saber que esta pasando.” (Don’t tell me that nothing is happening because you don’t behave like this, You’re my daughter and I want to know what is going on.) 

“Nada esta pasando!” You yelled, “Deja me en paz!” You walked out of your room. (Nothing is happening, leave me alone) 

“Dejarte en paz?!” He followed you out. “What is going on with you?!” 

“Would you just leave it alone? I didn’t go to school this week and I’m sorry, okay? I’ll go to school on monday, just leave it alone!” 

“I’m not just gonna brush this off, this is serious, Y/N! Missing school for a week? You can’t just do that! So, what is going on?” 

“Ugh! I don’t have to tell you every fucking thing okay?!” You yelled. You believe that this was probably the first time you ever yelled at your dad. The first time you had ever gotten in such a big argument. Didn’t mean that you two didn’t argue, you argued but it never led to a screaming match. Not like this. 

Pedro stood there in disbelief, “Y/N M/N Pascal, I am your father and I demand to know what the hell is going on with you.” 

You couldn’t tell him, you couldn’t just blurt out that you found your mother; but not only did you find her, you also found her new family. You couldn’t tell him that you felt replaceable, that even he was replaceable, at least to your mother. You just couldn’t. “Nothing is going on,” you said. 

“You’re grounded,” he said in defeat. 

“Fine,” you said as you began to make your way back to your room. 

“For two months,” he added. “I’ll need your phone and your game consoles.” 

You stopped in the middle of the hall. You were doing this for him, you wanted to keep his happiness even at the cost of your own, “Fine.” You walked into your room, slamming the door behind you. 

“Slam the door and I’m taking your T.V.” 

You groaned in annoyance, “Fuck you,” you spat. You had instantly regretted saying it. Pedro stood there for a second, in shock mostly. He felt the tears begin to well up in his eyes, he wasn’t going to take your T.V. as a matter of fact, he didn’t want to take any of it away. He partially said it in hopes that you’d crack and tell him what was going on. 

He heard the cat meow at his feet, he looked down, “I think I’m loosing her, gatito,” he whispered before turning around and making his way down the hall and back to the kitchen. 

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Days went by, you didn’t speak to your dad all weekend. Spending most of your time in your bedroom, your mind was all over the place and you had self harmed some more. It felt like the more you did, the more you craved it or the more your mind raced, the more you felt the need to have that feeling. 

You didn’t eat much either, for some reason you just couldn’t think about eating. Your stomach didn’t feel hungry either so you snacked on small things. When you came home from school on Monday, your dad was in the kitchen prepping for dinner. You walked past him, not saying a word. The tension was thick, someone could cut a knife through it. 

Pedro didn’t say anything to you when you walked past him to grab something to drink, even though he wanted to say a million things. He had so much to talk to you about, so many exciting things, but he was stubborn and you were too. 

When you didn’t come out for dinner, he left a plate at the foot of your door, knocking to let you know, just like he did for past two days and just like you did, you’d wait a few minutes before grabbing your plate. You would leave it on your desk, hoping that maybe you’d feel some sensation of hunger. Yet, just like the other full plates of food beside it, you’d never touch it. 

“Just give her some time,” Javiera said into the phone. Pedro had called her Monday afternoon while he was out for a drive. 

“How much time?” he asked, his voice strained from crying. He had called her up crying about twenty minutes ago, and like the big sister she was, she tried her best to console him through the phone. 

“A few more days, she’ll crack soon enough,” she said hopeful. “You’re a good dad, Pedro.” 

“I sure as hell don’t feel like it right now.” 

“I know,” she began, “all parents feel that way one day or another.” 

“I just… I wish I knew what happened you know? Why did she all of a sudden just become this totally different person?” 

“Teenagers,” she expressed. “Don’t you remember how you were?” 

“Don’t get me started,” he chuckled. 

“You were the worst!” Pedro knew she was right. He had given his parents a hard time when he was a teenager. “It’ll get better, I promise.” 

Tuesday comes and goes and so does Wednesday. By Wednesday night you ate some of your dinner, but you still couldn’t stomach to eat all of it. You only ate because of how dizzy you felt all day. Thursday comes and goes, you caved into your cravings more as each day passed, your arm was full of scars, it felt raw to the touch. 

You cried yourself to sleep most nights. Friday night Pedro went to knock on your door, only to hear you crying. He knocked softly, but was only met with “Go away.” He felt so defeated, he wanted this silent treatment to be over with. He wanted his baby girl back and he wanted to help you with whatever you were going through. He knocked again, “Go away!” He shook his head, opening the door, you were laying in bed, your arms covering your face. 

“Mija,” he said softly. 

“Please, just go away!” you yelled. 

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do it anymore,” he began to say, he noticed the uneaten food on your desk. His heart sunk, looking back over at you, taking in how you looked. He walked over to the desk, some of the food began to develop mold. He let out a shaky breath, walking over to the bed, “Baby girl,” he said. Pedro noticed that you weren’t wearing your usual long sleeve, for a while he was beginning to worry that you had begun to harm yourself because you were always wearing long sleeves. 

It relieved him to see you in a short sleeve for once, he inched closer, you still hard your arms covering your face. You were too focused on what was on your mind to realize that your father was near you and that you weren’t wearing a long sleeve. Even if you had realized it, it would be too late. 

Pedro spotted something red near your wrists, but your arms were in a position where he couldn’t see your whole wrists. Yet, the small amount he did see was enough to send him in a panic. Pedro was soft with his touch, he grabbed your hand gently, pulling it towards him so he could see your wrists. 

You quickly pulled away your arm, holding it close to your chest as you sat up in the bed, “get out,” you said through clenched teeth. 

“How long have you been doing that?” Your dad asks, tears welling up in his eyes. 

“Get out!” you yelled. 

“How long!?” tears fell from his eyes, he stood up from the bed. “How long, Y/N?” he asked again. 

“Dad, I don’t want you to cry,” You said as you looked at the ground, “Just please get out.” 

“No! I’m not gonna-” he inhaled, “you’re not shutting me out.” 

“Please,” you begged as you looked up at him with tears in your eyes. You got up from the bed, walking over to the door and opening it. “Get out,” you begged. 

He shook his head, “Why?” he cried, “Why would you do that to yourself?” You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off, “And don’t say it’s the cat, because that’s too many for the cat. It’s too clean. I thought you were getting better.” 

You looked at your dad, you could see the pain you were trying avoid. The heartache you hated to see, “I’m not better,” you confessed. “I’ve never gotten better.” 

“What?” He asked in disbelief. 

“I didn’t get better, okay?” You said loudly, holding back the sob that was scratching at the walls of your throat, begging to be let out. “Is that what you want to hear?” 

“You think I want to hear that my baby girl never got better?” You remained silent. He walked over to you, taking your had to look at the marks again. He sniffled, “My beautiful baby girl,” he sobbed, “why would you do this?” 

You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You let out a deep shaky breath, letting the sob take over you. “I couldn’t handle it anymore, it’s all too much, okay? It’s so loud in here,” you gestured towards your head. 

Pedro couldn’t handle seeing you cry, he pulled you in, feeling you tightly wrap your arms around his body. “Why?” he kept asking. 

“I was trying to protect you,” your dad let go of the embrace. 

He placed his hands on your face, “Mija, I should be the one protecting you, Okay? Whatever it is that you’ve been holding in, I can handle it. You never have to worry about me.” 

You wanted to spill everything, it was like the dam inside was breaking and this was just the little drop of water to break it. “I found her,” you confessed. 

He looked at you with a confused expression, “who?” 

“My mom,” you inhaled, “I found her,” you couldn’t help but chuckle. Pedro was in disbelief, she was alive, for the longest he just kind of accepted that she passed away. 

“That’s what you were trying to protect me from?” He questioned. 

You shook her head, “That’s not the best part,” you began. “You know what the best part is?” You began to walk back over to your bed. You let out a small sob, “The best part is that I also found out that we’re replaceable.” Pedro watched as you sat on your bed, it pained him to see you in such dismay. It also pained him to hear the news that your mother was alive, she was alive and had another family. “The woman we both thought was trying to protect us from herself, is out there with a family of her own-” 

“Cariño,” your dad tried to interrupt. 

“I have a brother and sister that I don’t even know! And she’s in these pictures laughing with them, she’s at birthday parties and soccer games,” you took in a shaky breathe. 

“Y/N,” He took a couple steps towards you. 

“That should be me, dad,” There was the drop of water to break the dam. “It should be us,” you sobbed. Pedro quickly pulled you into an embrace, letting you cry into his shoulder, “It should be us,” you sobbed. 

“I know, Mija,” he whispered as tears fell from his eyes, “I know.” He let you cry it out for a few minutes, mostly because at that moment he didn’t know what to say exactly. How he should console you after finding out something no one should ever experience. His mind wandered, how could someone create another family when they left one behind? He thought if it were him, he wouldn’t be able to do it. He knew it would always be in the back of his mind that he had abandoned another family. 

Did it wander in the back of her head? Or did she just not care? 

Pedro felt so angry just thinking about it. He wanted to track her down and just yell into the void. She was the love of his life or so he thought. He had considered her the love of his life, hopeful that one day she’d realize what she left behind and come back. She wasn’t coming back, though and now he knew that. Now he had to console you and find a way to show her what she missed out on. 

Pedro let go of the embrace, taking your face in his hands once again. His thumb gently wiped away the tears that were streaming down your face, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead before looking at you again. “We don’t need her,” he started to say. 

“But-” 

“I know, Mijita. It hurts,” you nod, “She has no idea what she’s missing out on, Mijita. Her kids have no idea what a horrible person she truly is as fucked up as that sounds, it’s true.” He gave you a smile through the tears, “The only thing that matters is that she gave me you, my beautiful baby girl. That’s all I know of her, she gave me you and she was nothing else.” 

“You don’t regret being with her?” 

Pedro could never regret it, “No, because then I wouldn’t have you. I can’t imagine my life without my little girl. I’m sorry you don’t have a mom in your life, but not every girl has multiple mom figures in their lives.” It was true, you had your tia and some of your dads close friends. Your dad let go of your face, he took a hold of your wrist. “But this,” he started to say, tears welled up in his eyes again, “Oh, baby girl,” he sighed. 

“I’m sorry,” you cried. 

“No, no, no,” he pulled you in for a quick embrace, before letting go, “we’re going to work on this together okay?” You nod, “I can help, we’ll make more appointments with your therapists, we’ll find healthy alternatives, and we’ll overcome this.” He choked back a sob, “but I never want to see you harming yourself again, please promise me that?” You remained silent. 

You weren’t sure if you could promise it, mostly because you were addicted to the way it made you feel. “Prometeme, Y/N.” (Promise me)

“I-I’ll try,” you finally said. Pedro didn’t want to push it, if trying was what he could get, then it was enough for him. He could work with trying. Trying meant putting the effort and it meant to him that you still wanted to live. 

“Trying is all I need,” he said. “I can’t lose you. Know that you have people that love you.” 

You looked up at your dad in realization, you never realized how much it could impact your dad. How self harm was always correlated with darker actions. Darker actions that your father had a past with. This time, you pulled him into an embrace, “you won’t lose me,” you said.  “I can promise you that.” 

He let out a relieved sigh, “we’ll have to talk about the food on your desk too.” 

“I’m sorry,” you began. “I just-” 

“No, I know.” You didn’t have to say more, he knew what it was like. To be too much in your mind to even eat. He understood, “let’s get you something to eat, hmm?” 

You nod, watching as he got up from the bed, “I love you, papi.” 

“I love you too, Mija,” he gave you a small smile. You got up from the bed, following him into the kitchen. He ordered you your favorite take out, once the food had arrived you both took the food to the living room. 

Pedro glanced over at your wrist from time to time, his heart sank every time, but he was going to get you better help. Over time, the cuts will heal and they’ll just be white little memories of the battles you’ve dealt with, but Pedro knew he never wanted you to feel like you’ve hit rock bottom. From here on out, he was going to try his hardest to make sure you were your healthiest, physically and mentally.

He placed a small kiss on your temple, “love you,” he said softly. 

You gave him a smile, “Love you too, dad,” you said, focusing your attention back on the television. You both knew the journey from here on out wasn’t going to be easy, it wasn’t said aloud, but it was like a silent acknowledgment. But eventually, it’ll be okay because pain was just temporary.

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Dragons Rising Season 2, Episode 1: The Blood Moon

RAS AT SHADOW DOJOOOOOO

Not Ras bashing the Imperians.

I love that his intentions with the Source Dragon power are taken care of at the beginning of the season.

New intro!

Ninjago TikTok is so funny to me.

Love that the Mechanic didn't learn his lesson from Crystalized.

YES GIVE ARIN ALL THE HEARTS

In this house, we are Intelligent George haters.

RIYU IS SO BIG.

Arin angst hurts sooo bad.

MENTAL HEALTH MENTIONED RAAAGHH LETS GOOOO.

I am the no. 1 Mr. Frohicky lover and defender.

Lloyd manages to make me cry 7 minutes into the episode.

The fact that Lloyd feels like he needs to lie about his lack of sleep just hurts me. Put yourself first, once, please.

ZANE AND KAI PLAYING VIDEO GAMES!!! I love.

Zombie Lloyd.

LLOYD PLEASE STOP LYING.

First blood moon vision. I'm trying to understand it, but much like Lloyd, I cannot. Firstly, Beatrix is definitely still alive. Thirdly, we only see Zane, Arin, and Sora in this vision. Interesting.

Lloyd waking up and immediately going into an attack is just... shattering. Poor guy.

"Uncle". Glad to see the show is addressing that again.

Arin and Lloyd are the trauma besties.

Spirit Wu! I guarantee he's dead.

CINDER FIRST APPEARANCE RAAAGHHH (all I could think of was how @nyaskitten might've reacted to this HAH).

Arin and his pies is so cute.

I kind of love Kreel.

ARIN'S LITTLE SMILE AAAH HE'S SO CUTE.

Soraaaa hiding things like this never ends up well. Please tell someone. It doesn't have to Lloyd. Just. Tell. Someone.

I'm gonna be so honest, I thought Skylor would be in this episode once Riyu ran to that noodle cart. Don't know why I got my hopes up.

Poor Arin :( I want to give him a hug SO badly.

Oh, Arin, your parents would be proud of you no matter what.

OKAY SAMMM that anxious gasping for air was SO good.

CINDERS VOICE??!??!?!??!?!?

Man, Cinder hates kids.

There goes Arin's spine.

Obsessed with how Lloyd enters the fight.

Sam Vincent is doing SO good with portraying anxiety. Lloyd sounds horrified at the reality of his visions.

GONNNNG

Very solid first episode. We get right into the action and it sets up Lloyd's visions and sleep deprivation really well. We learn just enough about Ras' intentions to keep us engaged, but not enough that we know exactly what he wants. I adore that Ninjago is addressing mental health not only with Lloyd but also with Arin. I also love that we see Arin and Sora longing for what the other has.

I still don't want Arin to get elemental powers, but instead realize that he is valuable, loved, and vital to the ninja. I want him to learn that he is not "broken" or "a burden" just because he doesn't have an elemental power. Arin is so important to me.

On to the next episode!

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[acewithapaintbrush]

I really love @daedelweiss Life Mission AU and especially how close and affectionate the twins are so following my MO I just had to write something. Hope I got the characterisations right.

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"And this is 'Run of the Mill Pizza'! The best pizza place in the Hidden City. Ah, what am I saying! In the whole world!"

Leo spreads his arms wide and wiggles his fingers a little. It's easy to see how much he loves this place and how giddy he is to show Donnie. 

Don meanwhile is not particularly impressed. It seems like a nice enough place, but it's nothing fancy. The furniture looks old, the smell of cold pizza hangs in the air and the clientele… well, some of them he wouldn't want to meet in the middle of the night, let's just leave it at that. 

Don has occasionally accompanied Big Mama to meetings with important people at big and fancy restaurants, so he knows that this is definitely not the best Italian place in the Hidden City. He doubts this place sells a calzone sprinkled with gold leaf or champagne for 50 dollars a glass. 

But his twin looks so expectant and proud. 

"It's amazing." Don agrees easily. He looks around a bit more and his polite smile gradually turns more real. It does look a lot  more cozy than the other places he's been to and Don has recently developed a new fondness for all things cozy. He's lived his life surrounded by sharp words and restricting armor long enough to last him a lifetime. "It really is, Lee." 

"Pepino!", a voice shouts from behind them. "I hope you have come to pay your tab. You still owe me for the last delivery." 

"Tio Hueso!" Leo pulls Don towards a skeleton in a suit who manages to appear as if he is raising an unimpressed eyebrow without actually having an eyebrow. Don is kinda jealous. "Apart from the fact that I still can't believe you would charge your own godson for pizza, I've actually come to finally introduce you to my twin. Donnie, this is Tio Hueso. He runs this place and he looked after me while Dad was out looking for you all. Tio, this is mi hermano, Donnie."

The tall skeleton stares down at Don who does his best to not let on how intimidated he is. The void where this man's eyes should be seems to grow darker and darker the longer Don looks into it. The pinpricks of light don't help any.

But then Hueso smiles and it transforms his whole face. He suddenly doesn't seem nearly as scary. 

"Ah bueno. So we finally meet." He holds out his hand and Don straightens and shakes it with a firm hand. Some of Big Mama's lessons stick around longer than others. Hueso nods in approval. "I was glad to hear that you are alive. Welcome home, mijo. It's good that you have finally found each other again."

"Uh… Thanks." Don shuffles his feet while Leo beams and looks between the two of them with wide and hopeful eyes. The genius suddenly realizes that Leo must have been just as nervous about them meeting as Don has been. He suddenly feels very bad for his first uncharitable thoughts about this place. 

"Si. Very good. Good for me!" Hueso exclaims after a brief pause. He puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head. "Ay, that boy talked about you nonstop. My poor ears." 

"What ears?" Leo mutters sullenly. There is a light blush spreading over his cheeks. 

"'Oh, I'm sure my twin would have been super strong and super smart. Oh, I'm sure he would have been good looking, just like me, and an awesome ninja and super kind.' On and on and on he went." 

"Thanks Tio Hueso. I think we'll just-" 

"He drew pictures of the two of you and your other brothers all the time. I'm sure I still have some lying around."

Hueso disappears into the back, completely ignoring Leo's indignant spluttering and red faced outrage. 

"That you still have them only proves that you actually care! I hope you know that!" The slider shouts after him. He turns to his twin when it becomes apparent that Huseo is ignoring him. "Coming here was not an excuse for him to embarrass me." 

"Embarrass you?" Don asks and smirks. "As if the lair isn't plastered with your childhood drawings of us all." 

Leo pouts. "That's different."

"If you say so." Don leans back against a table and settles in to wait. As much as Leo acts long-suffering, he's also not made a single attempt to leave before Hueso comes back. The soft-shell turtle fiddles with his hoodie, surprisingly feeling a little bashful, a little unsure, all of a sudden. "Strong and smart and kind, huh? Guess you were pretty disappointed when you met the real me." 

He winces. Where did that come from? He is usually much better at keeping thoughts like that inside his own head. 

Leo doesn't react at all and when Donnie finally dares to look up it's to see his brother staring at him with a gobsmacked expression. 

"What?" 

"Ugh, forget I said anything." 

Leo takes him by the shoulders. "You are strong and smart and kind and an amazing ninja. You are the best, ever! Ever and ever!" 

Donnie groans and throws his head back so he can stare at the ceiling, but he doesn't even bother to hide the grin spreading across his face. "Okay okay, stop it already! I'm awesome, I get it." 

"You are." Leo's serious tone is enough for Don to snap his head back down. Leo stares at him with a mixture of pain and happiness that only his twin seems capable of. "You all are. The days I found you and Raph and Mikey were the best days of my life. All of them. How could I ever be disappointed?"

Don finally gives in and pulls Leo into a hug, burying his head into his brother's ever present scarf. He still has trouble showing affection in public, but for his family he is willing to learn. 

They separate quickly enough and Don is a good brother and so he ignores the way Leo surreptitiously rubs his face into the folds of his scarf to get rid of some treacherous tears. Instead he lightly punches his arm. "And what about handsome?" 

Leo acts like he has to think about it. "Well, since we are twins I'd say yes. Incredibly handsome." 

They are still laughing when Hueso comes back with an old drawing. If they were more familiar with each other, Donnie might have teased the man about the fact that it's in a very nice frame. As it is, he grabs it before Leo can stop him. Don can't help the undignified snort that escapes him at the sight of it.

"If that is how you always pictured me, then I believe you about not being disappointed." 

Leo chuckles and rests his chin on Donnie's shoulder so that they can both look at the crude drawing of a lonely 5 year old together. 

"Yeah. Definitely better than anything I could have ever pictured." 

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WHY CARNELIAN SHOULD HAVE LIVED

@whymori @kiwiwisdeathday

Character recap for people who don't analyze Carnelian:

Carnelian was a skywing who attended JMA for only 3 days before being killed in an accidental explosion in the history cave done by Sora of the mudwings. Formerly she was a child soldier under Queen Ruby and claimed she would kill Scarlet herself if she was alive. In Moon Rising, Moon listend to her thoughts about how she seen education as a punishment and hoped that Queen Ruby would let her drop out to become a general and protect the palace, again proving her loyalty to Ruby. She had "blood-soaked dreams" and judged dragons depending on there battle skills. She didn't like dragons or making friends. She earned Umbers respect after she realized they had possibly fought in the war, side by side. Although her timid and harsh personality, she was actually really insecure about herself and thought the dragons around her found her stupid as well as her life goals.

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This, is a type of character I would want to read about. I was so excited to learn about Carnelian reading Moon Rising, each page she got I enjoyed every bit of it and couldn't wait to see how her and Moon's relationship would turn out. Until I got to the cave explosion announcing her and Bigtails death... Like, come on Tui, you can't just write a really interesting character who's character arc would be really cool and then toss them aside! Moon Rising is still great, one of my favorite books. I just really wish Carnelian was kept alive or atleast longer more than not even half a book.

If I could rewrite the cave scene, yes, I would explode Carnelian but Instead of killing her off, I would make it to where she was extremely injured. Thus, making her disabled, and this would be good for wof to have more disabled representations in the series because there's only like 2 disabled characters out of the hundreds of existing ones.

When Darkstalker is manipulating Moon when she was trying to sleep, he claims he had a vision of Carnelian carelessly killing Kinkajou because she was being to annoying. Which yes, this could be true, but has anyone considered that maybe Darkstalker was lying? He could've only said this to manipulate Moon that her powers are a gift instead of a curse. Speaking of Moonwatcher, her relationship with Carnelian would have been really interesting to watch playout.

Carnelian to other dragons is a rude, narracistic dragon, when really she's aware she is not as smart as others, and has created this sort of mask to hid it by fighting and picking on others to not just appear confident and bigger, but to make her feel better about herself. No other dragons know this, but Moonwatcher. Moonwatcher is a kind dragon, so most likely she would try to be nice to Carnelian instead of assuming she's just a mean person.

And Carnelian doesn't see Moon as a weak dragonet, she was actually impressed by her hunting skills when she caught that goat.

But Moonwatcher isn't the only dragon who would be willing to approach Carnelian, Umber. Umber was confident enough to point out the fact that he thought him and Carnelian had fought in war together, atleast trying to appear friendly and say, "hey, i recognize you, maybe we could be mutuals." When cleary she was acking grumpy and angry to try and repel everyone from approaching her. This simple action of Umber's made Carnelian realize that she may have allies here.

I wouldn't expect Umber and Carnelian to immediately become friends but rather Carnelian finding comfort that she has an alley. Maybe even warming up to him and putting effort to hang out with him and Turtle. It's even shows in the books before her death that she was slightly trying to be friendly with others. When Winter was asking Moon about Bandit, Carnelian joked that he might be delicious, and it's unclear if she was serious. But, in this scene she is more social when we first met her, not pushing or name-calling dragons like before. So this could indicate that she is trying to be a tiny bit friendly but also still stern. I'm not saying that her and Winter would become absolute best friends but have a mutual respect for each other in some way.

And WHY is nobody talking about how Carnelian and Peril have a past?? Like, HELLO?? When Peril arrives at the school Carnelian is convinced that Peril would never harm her. And Tui just leaves it at that without ANY explanation? Where they friends? Rivals? LOVERS? I highly doubt that last but it gives potential to all the Carnelian x Peril fans out there so many ideas (honestly, I've only seen like 3 people that ship this and I hope you guys are having a nice dinner eating your crumbs.((do you guys even have ship name for them?))

The amount of fanfic ideas I have in my head for a Carnelian lives au is insane tho, and I have many doodles of all of them together. I just want to read and look at content where the school was ran properly and that nobody died. Happy trauma babies learning trust and the magic of friendship :D but if anybody would like to see content of the Carnelian lives au, I am in progress of writing a fanfic right now for it, so stay tuned my Carnelian lovers.

#wof #wings of fire #Carnelian #skywing #im not gonna tag all of those names #wof carnelian #carnelian wof #microwaved textpost

[darkcrowprincess]

The losers club parents:

*trigger warning use of homophobic words*

*their parents have all noticed their children have been missing together for hours. They start looking in all the spots the kids hang out.*

Mrs and Mr Uris calling out together, their voices echoing together out near the barrens: STAN!! STANLEY!

Mrs Denbrough freaking out and hyper ventilating: We cant lose another child Zack! I can't lose another baby!

Mr Denbrough tries to console her but it feels like empty words: We'll find him. He'll be alright. Its not like Georgie he's with his friends.

Mr and Mrs Hanlon yell out together next: MIKE!!

Sonia Kaspbrak: Your children are never going near Eddie again! You hear me!

Mr and Mrs Hanlon call out again: MIKE!

Maggie Tozier is unfortunately stuck near Sonia, her husband up ahead with Ms Hanscom so they both could call out for Richie and Ben together. The parents have spread out in a big circle near the woods of the barrens. Each calling out their childrens names hoping they'll hear it. Maggie was unfortunately left to deal with Sonia( who they were surprised that the hypochondriac actually agreed to look with them)

Maggie tries to be nice and puts a comforting hand on Sonia's shoulder: Sonia it will be alright. Well find them. It's not any of the boys fault.

Sonia slaps the women's hand away and goes on a horrible tirade: NO! My Eddie Bear is delicate. He should have never run off with any of these boys! Especially your son!

Maggie is finally pissed off(and protective): What do you mean by that?!

Sonia with a cruel smile on her face: You know what your son is like. The whole town knows what a dirty boy he is. But I will not have that little faggot infecting my son with his disgusting feelings!

Maggie slaps the woman hard across her face. Red is in her vision. Her long nails leave scratches along her fat cheek.

Wentworth, goes to stop his wife from full on beating the shit out of Eddies bitch of a mother: Maggie!

Maggie: Our children are missing and all you care about is saying hurtful things about my son! I don't give a shit if my son is gay or both our kids have feelings for each other! As long as they're happy!

Maggie is about to jump on the vile woman but her husband picks her up. She's still tries to kick and hit at Sonia (unknowingly, she looks a lot like her son in that moment).

Maggie: You are a vile woman and your son deserves better. FRANK WOULD HATE YOU, especially for what your doing to your son.

Sonia: YOU BITCH! You take that back!

Sonia is held back by Mr and Mrs Denbrough.

Maggie: Why its not like I'm lying, Frank if he was alive right now would take Eddie away from you and never look back! And it be within his right! Your suffocating your son!

Sonia screams in anger: I'm protecting him! Its because of all your kids!

The two mothers keep fighting. Which causes the other parents to come closer and try to help. Unknowingly their children are at the top of the cliff of the barrens hearing everything.

All 7 of the losers peak their heads over the cliff to watch everything. Like little animals popping their heads out of hidding.

Eddie and Richie both stare at each other in shock.

Bill: W-we need to get down there. I-I can't believe t-the-y ww-were looking for us.

Richie: Do we have to, I'm actually finding it really cool how badass my mom is being right now.

Bill: R-richie! What about Eddie?!

Eddie with a bit of satisfaction for himself: Give it a few more minutes. Mrs Tozier just tackled my mom into the mud.

The losers all look back to see the fight.

Eddie to Richie: Your mom is so cool.

Richie with stars in his eyes: 🤩 I know right.

Richie without thinking moves fully out of hiding to cheer his mom on: GO MOM!

Maggie who finally hears her son, looks up to see the kids on the cliff: RICHIE?!

The other losers: Richie! How are we suppose to explain this to them?!

*This being the fact that they just finished fighting an evil space clown*

Richie: Oops.

Maggie dropping Sonia Kaspbrak back into the mud, yells back up to her son: RICHARD WENTWORTH TOZIER! Get your ass down here now! You know how worried we have all been!

Richie nervous now: Ooooh full name not good.

#the losers club #it #losers club #loser club parents #reddie #my writing #maggie tozier #maggie vs sonia #it chapter 1

[statelysapphic]

Bonus Mom

Alex Blake x Fem!Reader

Summary: As your relationship with Alex Blake progressed, you knew you would have to win over her son Ethan. Your efforts prove successful in ways you didn't imagine.

Warnings: Brief mention of divorce. Canon Divergence. Let me know if I missed any<3

A/N: Hi all! Hope everyone is doing well! Here's a little Alex Blake fic for you. I was recently inspired by @prentiss-theorem's fic Persuasion and also wanted to give Alex Blake the happiness she deserves. That being said, Ethan is alive in this. I'd love to know what you think! Thank you! <3

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“And here you are, Ethan,” you said, placing his plate on the table in front of him, “two super fluffy chocolate chip pancakes and some bacon, just for you.” He smiled widely at the feast before him, licking his lips in anticipation. They’re his favorite, and he won’t let you forget it. Although you don’t like to brag, you know you make a damn good pancake, having Ethan’s seal of approval was an ego boost. Smiling, you ruffled the boy’s hair and turned around to check on Alex, who sat beside her son. “More coffee, love?” You asked.

“No thank you, sweetheart,” she smiled, “Sit and drink yours before it gets cold.” You placed a kiss on her forehead and made your way around the table to sit across from Alex. You loved the mornings when the three of you could eat breakfast together, especially when Alex didn’t have any work to attend to, like this morning. You picked up your warm mug and moved it up to your face, inhaling deeply, before sipping on the light roast. 

Ethan signed dramatically at the first bite of his breakfast. “Your pancakes are my favorite!” He exclaimed, “Thanks, mom!” the boy beamed at you. 

What?

You paused, noticing Alex had done the same. The muscles in your face relaxed for a moment before you felt tears collect in the corners of your eyes, blinking away unshed tears. “Of course, buddy,” you replied quickly, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. Perhaps it was a mistake, and the last thing you wanted to do was embarrass him by commenting on it. Though, you would be lying if you said you didn’t melt a bit at the title. You didn’t think you would ever be a mother, knowing you didn’t want to give birth to a child. But when you met Ethan close to a year into your relationship with Alex, you knew you wanted to be a motherly figure for him. But you never expected him to want to call you mom. It was something you could get used to. 

You looked at Alex, who was wiping away tears before her son could see. You knew this was a big step within your relationship. Early on, she expressed concern over how Ethan would react to the relationship. Though her divorce from James was amicable, and the two got along post-divorce, she knew it affected her son emotionally, so the fact that you and Ethan got along meant the world to her. 

“Is it okay that I called you mom?” The boy asked, nerves present in his voice. 

“Of course it is, Ethan.” You smiled, “You can call me whatever you feel most comfortable with.”

“That’s what Dad said too,” he replied. 

“You asked your dad about it?” Alex asked. Ethan simply nodded in reply, taking another bite of his breakfast. “And he said you should call her whatever you feel most comfortable with?” She questioned the boy once again, receiving another nod from him.

“He said if she treats me and loves me like her own son, then it wouldn’t be a problem to call her mom. After all, it is pretty cool to have a bonus mom.” 

“Well he’s right,” Alex said, without hesitation, “Bonus moms are pretty cool.”

The tears that you had held back began to flow freely. Wanting to hide them from Ethan, you stood to make your way to the kitchen, but not before planting a kiss on top of the boy's head and whispering, “You are the best son I could have asked for, Ethan. Just bring your plate to the kitchen when you’re done. I’m going to start the dishes.”

You padded through the kitchen to the sink and started washing the breakfast mess, still reeling from the events that just transpired. As a child of divorce yourself, you knew how difficult it could be to accept a parent’s new partner. You never wanted to overstep or push any boundaries with Ethan, always allowing his mother to be the parent. You didn’t want the boy to feel forced into having a relationship with you, so you let him set the pace. Thankfully, your anxieties were squandered shortly after meeting him.

It had been almost a year since Alex introduced you to her son. The first few times the three of you spent time together had been spent outside of their home: the movie theatre, a restaurant, and even mini-golfing, per Ethan’s request. Public dates turned into private evenings at home, just the three of you, after just two months because Ethan wanted to show you his Lego collection. Dinner and movie nights turned into weekend sleepovers, which turned into some weekday sleepovers. Now, you only spend one or two nights a week at your place. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You were so lost in your thoughts that you failed to hear Alex walk into the kitchen, only becoming aware of her presence when she wrapped her arms tightly around your waist. “You okay?” She asked, pressing a kiss into the side of your neck, letting her soft, velvety lips linger. You tilted your head to give her more access and hummed in response. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been better,” you said, realizing at that moment just how perfect everything was. That you were living a life you’ve always dreamt of. 

“Good. Me too,” she whispered, “But you can make things even better by moving in with us.” You dropped the half-washed bowl in the sink with a clatter and spun around in the woman’s arms.

“Really?” You asked excitement in your voice.

“Of course,” she replied, leaning into you to rest her forehead on yours, “You’re here most of the time anyway, and the little man of this house specifically requested it.” You both chuckled. 

“How can I say no to that?”

“I don’t think you can,” she said, capturing your lips with hers. You could feel the love she was pouring into the kiss as she held you tighter. She pulled away first, releasing her grip on your waist as well, before turning around and yelling, “She’s moving in, Ethan!”

“WOO!” You heard the boy yell from the dining room, causing you and Alex to laugh at his excitement. 

“Thank you for loving him,” Alex said as her face softened and eyes burned with unshed tears. 

“Loving you means loving him, and he made it easy,” you replied. “You don’t have anything to thank me for. He’s an amazing kid, Alex, and I’m thankful to be a part of his life.” She cupped your cheeks and kissed you again, just as deep and loving as before. You pulled away first this time and whispered, “Go, I’ll finish the dishes.” She kissed the tip of your nose before returning to the dining room. 

You smiled to yourself, knowing this was something you would cherish forever. 

#alex blake x reader #wlw fanfic #wlw fanfiction #wlwfic #criminal minds fanfiction

[bellaxgiornata]

Safe Haven [Chapter Three]

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Fem!Reader Word Count: 5k [Series Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains violence, drug use, domestic abuse, smut, hurt/comfort, angst, mutual pining, friends to lovers

a/n: Finally getting another update for this series! There's some domestic abuse mentioned so just remember to always heed the tags because I don't want to spoil future chapters with specific warnings! You also get a Mikey POV at the end--yes, this story will occasionally have his POV!! And I love to scream about Mikey, so always feel free to join me in screaming about him.

Tag list: @loveroftoomanyfandoms @farfromstrange @rotscinema @1988-fiend @shouldbestudying41 @shiorimakibawrites @norestforthewickedshelby @winterschildren17 @acharliecoxedfan @roseallisonparker @yarrystyleeza @dramaholic18 @mattkinsella2 (tagged your secondary I guess, hope that's ok!) @ms-murdockswift (I apologize if tumblr messed up tags AGAIN)

You jolted awake in bed with a gasp, your heart thrumming heavily in your chest and your thin tee-shirt clinging to your dampened skin. You were lying in a bit of cold sweat along the sheets and breathing hard, blinking rapidly as you tried to remind yourself that you’d only been dreaming. Rolling onto your side, you clutched your pillow tight and buried your face into it in search of comfort. You tried hard to shove back that nightmare which had gripped you so tight, attempting to erase the images from your mind’s eye. 

You hated the mornings you woke up like this, desperately wishing the fear would just disappear. You missed just living your life. It had been so long since you’d been able to sleep without fear of a nightmare holding you under, drowning you in memories you wished to forget. It had been just as long since you’d been able to move somewhere and stay there permanently, without always having the constant need to look over your shoulder and monitor your every action to make sure you didn’t slip up. 

What you were doing wasn’t living.

But you didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter, either. Not if you wanted to stay alive. Because you were positive he’d kill you if he found you this time. The most you could do was find solace in the fact that you had more freedom now than you’d had back then.

With a soft sigh, you unburied your face from the pillow, reaching a hand out to your phone on the nightstand. Your heart was still steadily slowing back down to a normal pace as you tapped the screen, checking the time. It was barely seven in the morning. You figured Megan had already gone into work about thirty minutes ago now. 

You set the phone back down, raising your other hand from out of the sheets and rubbing both of them over your eyes with a groan. There was no way you would manage to fall back asleep after that, you might as well wake up. 

Tossing the sheets off of yourself, you sat upright in the bed and threw your legs over the side. For a moment you just sat there, silently contemplating the day. You figured you’d make a coffee downstairs, grateful that Megan hadn’t switched to being a tea drinker all of the sudden. Maybe you’d go for a walk, orient yourself around this part of Dublin a little more. You were still trying to find a decent coffee shop, one you wouldn’t mind working on your writing in some days just for a change of scenery. And for coffee that was better than the pods Megan had. 

Pushing yourself off the bed, you rose to your feet and grabbed your phone from the charger. Padding along the floor you made your way over to the window, drawing back the curtain to let in the soft, gloomy morning light. From the almost week you’d been here now you’d noticed it seemed to be chilly and rainy more often than not in Dublin. 

You hesitated when the curtain had been entirely pulled back though, your eyes focusing on the bedroom window directly across from yours. You weren’t used to seeing those curtains drawn back in the mornings and it took you a moment to remember last night. Michael’s somber and inquisitive eyes briefly flashed through your memory. Hand tightening around the fabric of the curtain, you remembered the way he’d found you near-panic attack. How he’d looked at you like he could see right through you to your own pain that you tried so hard to desperately hide, as if you couldn’t remotely hide it from him.

Dangerous, you told yourself. It would be dangerous if he could see right through you like that.

Swallowing hard, you pushed away from the window. You didn't want to think about any of that right now.

Making your way downstairs, you took a sharp right turn, walked a few steps down the hall, and turned right into the kitchen. You flipped on the light before you headed over to the coffee machine and turned it on. While that started up, you reached up into a nearby cabinet and found one of Megan’s travel mugs–this one purple–and pulled it down. You set it under the machine before spinning her little coffee pod carousel on the counter beside it, eyeing all the pods that sounded way too sweet for your taste. You smiled when you found a single breakfast blend and immediately popped it into the machine, waiting while your coffee brewed.  

It was barely ten minutes later that you found yourself bundled in your lightweight parka with the steaming mug of coffee in your hands. You exited the house, pulling the door shut and locking it behind yourself before tossing the house key into your coat pocket. Turning, you began to make your way down the short drive, your shoes trudging over the pavement. But when you rounded the tall stone fence, you unexpectedly almost ran headfirst into someone.

“Shit!” you shouted.

A bit of hot coffee spilled out of the open lid of your mug when you’d abruptly startled backwards, the liquid burning your hands.

“Fuck, m’sorry!”

You shook your hand beside you, trying to shake off the hot coffee as you sucked in a breath from the stinging pain of it. At least the cold air felt good against your hand.

“Didn’t burn yourself, did ya?”

Glancing up at the deep accented voice, you finally realized who it was that you’d run into. Michael. He was staring back at you with his brows furrowed and his eyes creased in concern, the corners of his mouth downturned in a deep set frown. He looked so sorrowful. 

Forcing a smile onto your mouth, you shook your head. “No, no I’m good. Don’t worry about it,” you assured him. “You just uh, startled me is all.”

"M'sorry," he apologized again, a sheepish smile tugging at his mouth. "I didn't hear ya comin'."

"It's–it's fine, really," you assured him. 

"We really should stop meetin' like this, yeah?" he said, a nervous chuckle falling out of him.

Both of your hands tightened around your mug, the warmth of it heating you as you watched him. "Like what, exactly?" you asked.

He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck as he ducked his head, averting his eyes from you. Was he really this timid? Bashful, even? That was…unexpected. 

"Awkwardly," he answered. 

Quirking a brow, you eyed him curiously. "Is there a better way to literally run into someone?" you asked. 

“Well I–I don’t uh,” he began, a slight grimace tightening his features as he fumbled for words. “Just sayin’ this isn’ exactly how I’d choose to meet ya again, I s’pose.”

Your brow rose even higher at his words. Had you flustered the Irish mobster fresh out of prison? What the hell did that mean?

Head tilting to the side, you couldn’t help the question that escaped your lips despite your better judgment. “And how would you choose to meet me then?” you asked.

He froze, his head still ducked down but his eyes finding you underneath his dark lashes. His mouth had fallen open at your question, his brows raising up onto his own forehead. He looked stunned that you’d so brazenly asked him that, but you didn’t remotely back down as you focused on him before you. Even though everything inside of you was screaming to end the conversation and carry on with your day, you somehow found yourself fascinated by him yet again. 

“I–I s’pose I don’t know,” he muttered, pink tinging his cheeks. 

You nodded, bringing your mug to your lips for a drink. After swallowing down the comforting and warm liquid, your tongue slipped out to catch the drops that had gotten onto your lips. Michael’s eyes were drawn to the movement of your tongue before you caught them flickering back up to your own.

“Well,” you began, your mind still screaming 'danger' and 'run away' as you eyed him, “I’ll let you get back to your day.”

“Right, yeah,” he said softly.

You turned and continued on your way past the fence at the exact same moment Michael had continued on his way, the pair of you falling in step beside each other unintentionally. Glancing over your shoulder at him, you bit your lip as Michael’s gaze fell on his feet. A genuine chuckle fell out of him before he glanced up, his eyes meeting yours again. For a moment you found yourself suddenly lost in them, coming to a stop on the street.

There was a lot hidden in his eyes, just under the brown and flecks of green. You found yourself losing yourself in the depth of them, drawn into whatever was lying just behind all that darkness and pain so obvious on the surface. It felt like if you stared long enough, his eyes gradually gave way to something light and gentle buried just beneath it all. As if you searched just a little deeper you’d find the man he seemed to keep locked away in there, one he didn’t let out often. It wasn’t until you heard his voice that you fell out of whatever strange trance you’d somehow briefly lost yourself in. 

“I was goin’ on a walk this way,” he muttered. “Towards the shops. Been awhile since I uh, could go to them.”

Blinking hard, you tried to collect yourself. “Yeah I was–was going that way myself. Still sort of new here and all,” you said. 

“D’ya–” Michael paused, a nervous little huff of laughter breaking his question as he glanced away from you. “D’ya want some company? I mean I can’t show ya around or anythin’–haven't been here in a few years and all–but I–I was already goin’ that way.”

For once it was your turn to glance away nervously, your gaze dropping down towards your coffee mug. You found yourself conflicted. 

On the one hand, it was incredibly reckless to continue to let one of these Kinsellas into your life. To put yourself on their radar. The deeper in you got with them, the closer they might become to discovering you weren’t who you said you were. And you had absolutely no idea how they would react to that knowledge, even if they ever could understand the reasoning behind it. It wasn’t necessarily in your best interest to befriend one of them and risk jeopardizing your life here–in whatever way that might mean.

But on the other hand, you couldn’t deny your gut wanted you to say yes. You weren’t blind, Michael was an attractive man. And it had certainly been awhile since you’d actually been able to be physically intimate with someone–something you wouldn’t exactly bat an eye at if he ever was interested in a fling. And if you were being honest with yourself, you admittedly wanted to know more about this man and that sadness that seemed to cling to him like a second skin. You wanted to catch more glimpses of that softheartedness he seemed to keep hidden away. 

But under no circumstances could you let yourself get too close to him.

“You know what? Why not,” you said after a moment, shoulder rising and falling in a shrug.

Michael’s head rose, his eyes falling on you with a faint look of surprise in them. “Yeah?” he asked.

You shrugged a shoulder again, shooting him a friendly smile. If you were going to fuck your plan to lay low up a bit, you might as well enjoy doing it.

“Yeah,” you said, continuing on walking as he fell in step beside you once again. “Maybe you’ll keep me from getting lost.”

“Well I s’pose I can manage that,” he said.

As the pair of you walked on, turning down another street and making your way out of the neighborhood, you couldn’t help but notice the small smile now residing on his mouth. Raising your cup to your lips, your arm brushing against his with how close he was beside you, you drank down more of your coffee. Momentarily your eyes closed, reveling in the drink. It wasn’t the same as what you usually drank at the coffee shops you’d discovered over the years, but it was coffee, and right now that was enough.

“So why’re ya up so early?” Michael eventually asked, breaking the silence.

You swallowed down your drink, your eyes opening and focusing on where you were going as you spoke. “I couldn’t sleep. So I decided to just get up,” you admitted. “You?”

“Same,” he replied, turning to look at you. “Why couldn’t ya sleep?”

Your head spun towards him, shooting him a pointed look as you raised a brow. “Why couldn’t you sleep, Mr. Kinsella?”

His mouth curved into a grin, the brightness reaching his eyes. “I can’t tell ya that now can I?”

The corner of your own mouth tugged up into a sarcastic grin in response. “Then I suppose you understand why I can’t tell you that, either,” you quipped.

He laughed lightly and your smile grew at the transformation you saw overtake his features. He looked vastly lighter than you’d yet to see him. Like a heavy weight had briefly been lifted from his shoulders. If you’d thought he’d looked attractive before, all dark and brooding, he was certainly handsome with his eyes crinkled at the corners and a dimple barely visible just beneath his dark beard.

“Ahh, a woman of mystery, yeah?” he teased.

Your eyes instantly darted away towards your feet, the smile faltering on your lips. Clearing your throat quickly, you forced a shrug that seemed indifferent. “I wouldn’t say that,” you said, trying hard to keep your voice even. 

“Well, I’m sure by now ya already know ‘bout me,” he said, his tone suddenly softer.

“I don’t, actually,” you told him.

The pair of you turned another corner, a handful of shops and restaurants coming into view. You’d come this way yesterday and gotten acquainted with a few places in the area, but today you were hoping to find a coffee shop to maybe try out tomorrow morning when you inevitably couldn’t sleep again.

“No?” he asked curiously.

“I told you,” you began, taking in the sight of his surprised face yet again beside you, “I just moved here a few days ago.”

“So ya don’t know anythin’?” he pressed.

Sighing, your fingers drummed against the coffee mug in your hands. You needed to tread carefully here. He probably wouldn’t be too thrilled if you straight up called him out on being part of an Irish mob that sold drugs. Granted, that was about the extent of your knowledge because you’d intentionally not gone digging into the Kinsellas.

“I know you just came back from prison yesterday,” you confessed. “My sister chats with Birdy, apparently. But that’s about all I know besides your name.”

“And ya still…decided to come on this walk with me? Knowin’ that?” he asked curiously.

“Figured you wouldn’t hurt me in public at least,” you joked, glancing back at him.

Something flickered behind his eyes so quickly you almost didn’t catch it before he laughed lightly and looked away. But you’d certainly caught it. Sorrow and regret.

So he’s hurt people, maybe more than that. That really shouldn’t come as a shock, but somehow it did. The man beside you right now seemed far too gentle for that. You’d figured his sentence was related to the drug dealing and money laundering you expected his family did, but now you wondered how injudicious your joke had actually been. It's not like you knew the reasoning for his actions.

“I’m sorry, that was a poor joke,” you apologized. 

“I was tellin’ the truth last night,” he muttered as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dark brown jacket. “I’m not goin’ to hurt ya.”

“Okay,” you said softly.

His head turned towards you, his brows furrowing. “Ya don’t believe me?” he asked, hurt evident in his tone.

“No, no it’s not necessarily that it’s just–” you stopped short, your lips still parted as you tried to think of a way to explain yourself.

His hazel eyes were boring into you as both of you slowed on the sidewalk. It felt like he was looking right through you again, just like he’d done last night at the window. As if he was seeing through every wall you’d ever constructed to keep everyone out. It was unsettling and your heart began to rapidly pound in your chest under the weight of his scrutiny.

“You’ve been hurt before, yeah?” he asked gently.

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, struggling to find the words to tell him he was wrong, to keep him from further seeing through you like this, but nothing was coming out. Abruptly you came to a stop, ready to turn and bolt. How had he seen that so easily?

“Hey, ’s’alright,” he murmured as he stopped beside you.

But it wasn't alright. Because his voice was in your damn head again, as if he was right there hissing his venomous words into your ear like the snake he is. You flinched, eyes closing instantly.

"How about I slice you open for each time you've tried to run?"

Teeth snapping together and jaw clenching shut, your fingers gripped the mug between your hands until they ached. A sharp exhale blew from your nose as you took a shaky step back, your eyes still firmly closed.

“Grace?” Michael’s hesitant voice rang out. “Ya okay?”

You could see the knife so clearly in your mind again as your body trembled on the sidewalk. It was like you were there again, right in front of him. You could see the intimidating way he so effortlessly tossed the black handle of the blade back and forth between his hands, his eyes honed in on you like you were a wounded animal he’d finally cornered.

“I’m always going to find you,” he growled. “Because you’re mine , you hear me? There isn’t anywhere you can run from me here, girl. And each time you try,” he continued, extending the knife in his hand towards your stomach, “I’m going to add another cut. But if you piss me off enough?” He leaned in towards you, his lips pulled back in a feral snarl as he raised the knife, the blade grazing the skin of your neck. “I’ll take your pretty little fucking head.”

“Grace!”

Your eyes flew open, Michael’s face just inches from yours. His hands were firmly gripping your shoulders, fingers digging in past your jacket. His eyes were full of fear and worry as they jumped back and forth between your own, searching for something. 

“Fuckin’ hell, ya alright?” Michael asked.

Swallowing hard, you shook your head, trying to force back the memory. Your breath was coming in hard and fast, your knees shaking beneath you. How had Michael made you come undone like that? How the hell could he see you more clearly than everyone else? You didn’t like it, whatever it was. It made you uncomfortable.

Taking a firm step back from him, Michael’s hands released your shoulders, his hands hovering in the air between you both. His expression fell at the noticeable distance you’d just placed between the pair of you. 

“I–I should go,” you stuttered out, gesturing a thumb behind you. “This–this wasn’t a good idea.”

“Grace, wait,” Michael said, taking a step closer.

Instinctively you took another step back, forcing a tight smile onto your lips as you willed them to stop trembling. “Enjoy your walk, Michael,” you said quickly.

You turned, swiftly walking back down the sidewalk in the direction you’d just come with your head ducked low into your jacket and your mug clutched to your chest. Tears were stinging at your eyes as you tried to shove that memory into the far back corners of your mind. You’d find a coffee shop another day.

Mikey was stretched out along his sofa with a book in his lap, though it had been open to the same page for a while now. He’d barely been able to focus on it, his mind kept wandering back to when he’d seen Anna pass by the restaurant near her school earlier today, the one he'd sat at to hopefully catch a glimpse of her. 

And he had. She’d looked so grown since last he’d seen her; less like a child and more like the young woman she was fast becoming. It had taken everything inside of him to remain sitting in that booth and not go bolting out of the door just to say hello to her. He’d missed her so much and had missed out on so much of her life. It physically pained him how much he'd missed.

But he was going to do his best to stay straight and get the courts to let him have a relationship with his daughter now that he was out. He would do whatever he could in his power to make that happen. He needed to be in her life, in whatever capacity he could. Nothing else was more important to him.

A knock at Michael's front door caught his attention, breaking through his thoughts.

His eyes rose from his book, glancing down the hall to his front door. His brows drew together as he wondered who it would be stopping by his place tonight. Jimmy, maybe? 

With a sigh he closed his book, tossing it onto the coffee table before he rose to his feet. He made his way out of the sitting room and down the hall past his kitchen. He could see the unmistakable silhouette of Birdy through the dark glass of his front door as he reached it. The second he opened the door he was met with her bright smile.

"Good evenin', pet," she greeted him warmly. "Ya mind if I come in? Brought ya some food."

Michael's eyes dropped down to the covered dish she was carrying in both of her hands. He couldn't fight the small smile on his mouth as he stepped aside and invited her in. Birdy had always been like a mother to him, always looking out for him and his brother. Apparently that hadn't changed. 

"Thank ya, Birdy," he told her as she headed straight for the refrigerator in the kitchen, "but ya didn’t have to do that."

"I had to make sure ya had something home-cooked after all that time ya were away, dear," she called back. "And I'll see about getting ya some more things."

"Ya don't need to do that," Michael told her as he made his way back to the sitting room and over to the sofa. "I don't want to make extra work for ya."

"It's no trouble at all, pet," Birdy told him, making her way down the hallway towards him. "'S'what family does for each other." She paused in the doorway of the sitting room, shooting Michael a smile. "Missed havin' ya around, Mikey. We all have. All of us were just waitin' for ya to get out."

Michael smiled, nodding in response. He had certainly missed everyone as well–though most of all he’d missed Anna. 

Birdy adjusted the jacket she was wearing, the smile never faltering on her face. "Was especially hard on Frank," she continued. "And your brother. It was tough on them without ya. Carryin' the load all on their own. I mean Eric is–is a good boy," she told him, her eyes softening as she gazed back at him, a small shrug pulling up her shoulders. "But he's not you."

Michael's smile lessened a little. He knew what Birdy was getting at–Frank wanted him back and working for them again. But he wouldn't do that. Not this time. He needed a proper job so he had a chance to actually see his daughter again. He wouldn't be swayed. 

"But you're back now," Birdy said, pushing off the wall and making her way towards Michael. "That's the important thing."

"Yeah," Michael agreed, nodding lightly. 

Closing the distance between them, Birdy gently grasped his face in her hands before leaning down towards him on the sofa, planting a light kiss to the top of his head. Michael’s eyes momentarily closed at the bit of affection despite being all too aware of her ulterior motives for this visit. 

"Ya understand what I'm sayin," she continued, pulling away from him, her hands still cupping his cheeks. "I know ya do. You're not like your mother. You're a Kinsella. And we stick together." Something caught her eye out of the back door, her attention lingering on it as she spoke. "Always." 

When her hands fell from his face, Michael glanced out behind him towards what had caught Birdy's focus. It was you, pacing around the back garden on your phone with a glass of wine in one hand. You looked upset as you spoke, the light from the back of your half-sister’s house shining just enough for him to see your expression.

“Interestin’ one, that one is,” Birdy said softly.

Michael’s brows instantly drew together at her tone, a crease forming between them. He recognized that tone–it meant you’d done something to draw Birdy’s attention. She thought there was something off about you. Something that warranted looking into. 

For some reason that made Michael uncomfortable.

She wasn’t wrong though, you were interesting. Especially after the encounter he’d had with you today. You’d panicked at the mention of having been hurt before, practically shutting down and almost falling into a panic attack right there on the footpath. Clearly, you had a past. One that must’ve been fairly dark to make you react like that. He’d noticed it almost instantly, just from looking at your face, because he saw that same haunted expression reflecting back at him in the mirror every damn day. 

“Why do ya say that, Birdy?” he asked curiously, looking over at her.

“She’s not like her sister,” Birdy answered slowly, her eyes still tracking your movements around the garden. “There’s somethin’ more to her, I can just feel it.” Her attention shifted towards Michael, one of her brows raising up onto her forehead. “What’s your take on her, pet? I saw ya with her this mornin’.”

Michael’s eyes widened in surprise. The smile only grew further on Birdy’s mouth, a knowing look crossing her face. 

“Ya sweet on her, Mikey?” she asked, her eyes briefly flickering outside to you before returning back to him. “I don’t blame ya, she’s cute. Certainly an interestin’ young thing, yeah?” Birdy’s eyes narrowed just a fraction. “What’s her story, pet?”

“Don’t know,” Michael answered honestly. “She only just moved here from the States. Lives with her sister. I know ‘bout as much as ya.”

“Yeah?” Birdy asked, eyeing Michael closely. “I notice ya didn’t answer my other question. Ya sweet on the girl?”

Heat crept over Michael’s cheeks, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips as his gaze dropped down towards his hands. “Like I said,” he answered, his voice a lot quieter than before, “I don’t really know her.”

Birdy hummed out a noise, the sound catching Michael’s attention. She was staring back at him with that knowing look on her face again. Michael swallowed hard, his hands nervously fidgeting in his lap as his cheeks only heated a little further.

“Just be careful, love,” Birdy told him, zipping her jacket up. “And don’t go sharin’ the family secrets.”

Michael huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Ya know I wouldn’, Birdy.”

“Well if ya find out what’s off ‘bout the girl, ya come tellin’ me,” she said, a firm look on her face. “Ya hear me, Michael? We gotta look out for the family.”

“Yeah, I hear ya, Birdy,” he answered. “But I think you’re off on this one.”

Birdy playfully pointed a finger at his chest as she said, “My gut’s never been wrong before, pet.”

Michael swallowed hard, running a hand awkwardly over the back of his neck. He didn’t know how to respond because Birdy generally did have a knack for reading people, and he had noticed something off about you himself. But he’d also thought you’d seemed…sweet. 

“Make sure ya eat somethin’,” Birdy said, gesturing a hand behind her towards the kitchen. “Don’t want ya becomin’ skin and bone on us. And Frank said to speak with Amanda at the dealership tomorrow for work.”

“Thank ya,” he answered quickly.

“Don’t thank me, pet,” Birdy said, turning and making her way out of the sitting room. “Ya know where I think ya belong. G’night, Mikey.”

“G’night, Birdy,” he called out.

It was a moment before Birdy exited, closing the door softly behind herself on the way out. Michael rose to his feet from the sofa, about to head over and lock the door behind her, but then he glanced out his back door and spotted you. 

You were still out there, pacing the back garden on the phone. Except now you’d lost the glass of wine, your hand running roughly through your hair. You were very obviously stressed about whatever that phone call was about. He found himself contemplating stepping outside when you got off the phone. Maybe he could find a way to apologize for upsetting you this morning. 

But no, he told himself, breaking his gaze from you, he’d only upset you further. He was sure of it. More than likely he’d make an ass of himself with how awkward he was, and you seemed rather private yourself–not that he didn’t relate. It wouldn’t be a good idea. 

Though as he made his way down the hall to his front door, clicking the lock into place, he found himself hoping for another stolen moment with you. He was strangely craving the sound of your voice already and wondering what it would sound like to hear you laugh. To see a genuine smile light up your face.

Michael paused as he turned away from the front door, surprised by his own thoughts. Was Birdy right, then? Was he sweet on you?

#michael kinsella x female reader #michael kinsella x you #michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella #michael kinsella angst #kin amc

[grandeoatmilklatte]

Until You Scream Again 👻 - Garreth x Ghostface MC AU

Super late Weasley Wednesday post and not on a theme because there wasn’t one this week, but this idea was inspired by a convo with @greedyforgarreth where we thought it would be cool to remake my Ghostface Garreth fic, but instead MC is Ghostface and Garreth is the supportive boyfriend who is hella into it. So consider this a part 2 of sorts to my Ghostface Garreth fic, with the roles reversed.

Garreth Weasley x Ghostface F!MC - 3k words || Summary: Garreth believes his girlfriend is cheating on him. He decides to confront her about it, but gets much more than he bargained for.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of viol3nc3 and murd3r. Characters are 18+, college students, and it's an AU, so not in the HL universe. Do not engage if you are under 18!!!

“That lying bitch!” Leander shouted as he downed his beer. 

“Relax mate, I still don’t know if she’s actually cheating on me. I hope not, but let’s not call her names until we know for sure.” Garreth said as he drank his own beer, trying to calm his best friend down as they leaned on either side of the kitchen island inside the apartment Garreth shared with his girlfriend, the subject of Leander’s harsh words. Although Garreth was trying his hardest not to jump to conclusions that she was cheating, it was hard to ignore the signs. 

Yesterday was the third time this month that she had done it. She claimed she had to rush off to work, that the veterinarian had an after hours call and needed his best vet tech to assist, which was normal enough and had happened before. But these recent “calls” she had been getting always happened much later than normal, and she’d come home well after midnight, after Garreth had already gone to bed. The strangest part, when she did come home, she’d run straight into the shower, before even saying hello to Garreth. Anytime he would try to greet her, she’d refuse him until she had showered. Garreth and his girlfriend had been dating for three years now and he had seen her come home with all types of animal bodily fluids on her scrubs, why was she acting so strange now all of a sudden? Not to mention, anytime Garreth questioned her about how her evening went, her answers were always incredibly vague, a stark contrast to other times that she’d come home with tons of stories to tell about her work day. 

“I know you love her, mate, but you have to face the facts.” Leander interrupted Garreth’s thoughts. “You said it yourself, why is she rushing into the shower as soon as she gets home? Probably to wash that other man off of her before climbing into bed with you. Fucking whore.” 

“That’s another thing.” Garreth took another swig of his beer as he continued. “She’s different in bed too. She wants me to spank her, pull her hair, call her a whore, all these naughty things. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hot as hell, but it’s different.”

“Yeah, that other guy probably does it to her and now she wants you to do it to her too. She’s cheating. You need to catch her in the act. Confront her at the front door, before she has a chance to shower. If it seems like she was with another man, then you have your answer.” Leander advised as he grabbed another beer from the fridge. 

Leander was right. He needed to catch her red handed. He was going to wait until the next time she had a late night call, act like he was going to bed, and then wait up for her. He didn’t want to believe the love of his life was cheating. He had already started shopping around for a ring. But the worry was eating him alive. He would remain hopeful it was just a misunderstanding, but he needed to know one way or the other. 

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She arrived home from work a little after 6pm, in a chipper mood as usual. Garreth also behaved like normal, not wanting to raise any suspicions. He pulled her into a deep kiss, which she returned with the same enthusiasm, her hands coming up into his hair as she moaned against his lips. “How could she be cheating on me?” He thought to himself, still hopeful that it was a misunderstanding. She pulled away from the kiss after a few moments. “I need to hop in the shower. I’m all sweaty from dealing with the dogs all day. Care to join?” She shot him a seductive smile and he was instantly putty in her hands, letting her lead him to the bathroom. 

Within seconds, they were undressed and under the warm shower water. They resumed their prior activity, her kisses becoming more passionate than before. As her lips moved to Garreth’s neck, Garreth’s heart began to ache as Leander’s words echoed in his head. “She couldn’t be. There’s no way.” He kept repeating to himself to drown Leander out of his head. He was so caught up in his conflicting thoughts that he was no longer paying attention to his girlfriend, at least not until he felt hot wet lips wrap around his cock. 

Garreth snapped back to reality with a groan as he looked down, her mouth moving up and down his length. One hand involuntarily wrapped in her wet hair as he thrusted into her mouth, his other hand keeping him steady against the shower wall. She looked up at him, her eyes full of love and admiration as she took him to the back of her throat, Garreth moaning in appreciation. She kept eye contact as she worked him, letting out muffled moans herself. Garreth’s thoughts returned as he kept his eyes locked with hers, but this time all he heard was his own voice instead of Leander's, telling himself “She’s not cheating. She loves me.” Over and over again. 

Every single thought in his brain was obliterated as he came with a loud moan, shooting his load straight down her throat. She proudly swallowed every drop, giving him one final suck before she released him. He helped her back up to her feet and pulled her into one more kiss before they actually started showering, the thought of her cheating never once popping back into Garreth’s head. 

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After they were showered and dressed, they found themselves on the couch trying to find something to watch. As they flipped through tv channels, a news report caught Garreth’s attention. 

It was another report on the Ghostface attacks. Three attacks this month, the most recent being yesterday. They all happened at night on campus. Garreth and his girlfriend thankfully lived in off campus housing, but it was still close to home. Whoever this psycho was, they were running around in a mask, the police dubbing them “Ghostface”. This Ghostface also had a habit of calling their victims on a blocked number before attacking them, taunting them and asking them questions with some kind of voice changing device to mask their identity. Garreth was worried about his girlfriend having a run in with this maniac, especially with her late night outings.

Once again, Garreth’s thoughts were interrupted by his girlfriend, who had changed the channel. “Can we watch something else? This guy creeps me out.”

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About a half hour later, the couple were snuggled under a blanket on the couch, Garreth’s arm wrapped around her. He watched the tv intensely, a sudden music sting sending him screaming into her arms. 

“Wow babe! You really can’t handle a scary movie, can you?” She teased, stroking his red curly hair. 

“Hey! No need to be rude!” He replied as he playfully pushed her to lay on the couch. She giggled as she went down, and he proceeded to climb on top of her, dipping his head down so he could kiss her. The kiss started off gentle, but became more heated as the seconds went on. The movie quickly became forgotten as Garreth’s fingers slipped below the waistband of her panties, her moans drowning out any sound from the tv. 

He pulled his wet digits out of her so that he could undress her, pulling down her sweatpants and panties in one motion. He then worked his own pants off and lined himself up with her soaked entrance. His tip had just breached her when her phone rang on the coffee table, which she answered, much to Garreth’s annoyance. 

Garreth let out a huff as he got off the couch, rolling his eyes and putting his pants back on, listening as she repeated the same words she did every time: “Yeah, I can come in! Okay. See you soon!”

She could see the frustration in Garreth’s green eyes. So far he has made an effort to not seem suspicious of her, but he was reaching his breaking point, almost on the verge of tears. “Seriously babe?! Can we please just have a night together without you leaving?!” 

“Garreth, I’m really sorry!” She seemed genuine as she stood up, still naked from the waist down. She wrapped her arms around his neck, staring lovingly at him. “I promise this will be a quick job. I’ll go, come back, and then, you can do whatever you want to me tonight. Okay?” 

It was so hard for him to deny her, especially when she looked at him like that. He sighed and gave his approval. She smiled and pecked him on the lips before running to their bedroom to change. 

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Ten minutes later, with her work bag in hand, she bid him farewell. 

“I’ll be back soon, okay baby! Keep the doors and windows locked, and keep an eye out for that Ghostface!” She shot him one last smile before heading out. 

Garreth looked down at himself, noticing his cock still very hard from their earlier activities. “Guess it’s you and me now, Not-So-Little Gar!” He sighed before dropping his pants once again, situating himself on the couch, cock in hand.  

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The shrill ring of his phone woke Garreth up from his nap, having fallen asleep after taking care of himself and cleaning up the mess. He looked around, noting that the apartment was still empty, his girlfriend not having arrived home yet. Garreth looked at his phone, the time reading 11:45pm, and the caller ID reading “blocked”. Reluctantly, he answered with a soft “Hello?”

“Hello, Garreth! Do you like scary movies?” Garreth immediately recognized the voice as the Ghostface voice, the same one that was described in the news broadcast. It was raspy and robotic, like it was coming from a voice changer.

Garreth shot up from the couch. “Uh…who is this? Is this you, Leander?!”

“No. This isn’t Leander. Now answer the question, handsome! What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Well, I actually don’t really like scary movies. Jurassic Park scared me pretty bad when I was a kid and I’ve been traumatized ever since.”

The voice giggled at Garreth’s reply. “That’s cute. You’re very cute.”

Garreth felt himself blush at Ghostface’s words, but he got a hold of himself, assuring himself that this was just a prank. 

“Leander, you’re not funny, mate. Cut the bullshit.”

“THIS ISN’T FUCKING LEANDER!” The voice screamed. “You know, you’re lucky you’re so cute, or I would have gutted you like a fish already. I just love the way your white tee shirt shows off your muscles so nicely. Fuck. I just want to bust through your door and throw myself on you. Ride your perfect cock until you’re screaming for me to stop.”

Garreth's emotions were conflicted, on one hand, he was terrified at the realization that whoever this was must be able to see him, since they knew what he was wearing. On the other hand, Ghostface was naughty, and he could feel arousal taking him over. He approached the living room window. It was locked, but the curtain was open, making it the likely source from where his caller was watching him. 

“Fuck. That sounds hot. I’d love for you to ride me, baby! But wait, how do you know what I'm wearing? Are…are you watching me right now?”

“Oh yeah I am, baby! And I can see the outline of your delicious cock poking through those grey sweatpants, just begging for attention. Don’t worry. I’d be happy to give you some.”

Garreth felt his cock twitch at Ghostface’s words, but his brain processed a completely opposite feeling - panic. 

“This has been a lovely conversation, Mister Ghostface, but my girlfriend would not be pleased to hear this, so I’m hanging up now. Enjoy your evening.”

“Wait! Don’t you fucking hang up on me! If you hang up I swear I’ll-”

Garreth ended the call, dashing to the windows to shut the curtain, then running to the kitchen to grab a knife. His eyes darted between the front door and his phone, desperately trying to call his girlfriend. But a sound froze him in his tracks -  the sound of the front door being opened. 

In walked Ghostface, dressed in a black robe and brandishing a knife. Garreth held up the knife in his own hand, waving it around and frantically screaming.

“Garreth!” Ghostface shouted in their signature altered voice. “Garreth stop, it's me!”

Garreth looked over at Ghostface, confused for a moment before Ghostface pulled off their mask, long beautiful hair falling from the mask.

“Babe?!” Garreth almost burst into tears. There she was. His girlfriend. The love of his life, currently holding a knife in one hand and a Ghostface mask in the other.

She dropped the knife as she ran over to him, throwing her arms around his neck. “Hi baby!” She planted a soft kiss on his cheek before looking up at him.

“But…but if that was you on the phone, that means…you’re…”

“Ghostface. Yep. That’s me! Well, I’m half of Ghostface. It’s actually me and Imelda! This was mostly her idea. You know she’s a little craaaaazy.” She put a sing-songy emphasis on her last word. “I was just along for the ride. I know we’ve only done this three times, but it’s pretty sexy being so in control with this thing on!”

“So…you’re not cheating on me?” Garreth asked, almost on the brink of tears.

“WHAT?! Baby I love you. Are you insane? I would never cheat on you!”

With that out of the way, Garreth could focus on the variety of other feelings he was experiencing right now. His girlfriend was Ghostface. He knew it was wrong what she was doing, and he knew it was wrong to feel this way, but he found her so incredibly hot like this - sweaty, panting, with a hungry look in her eyes. His arousal began to make itself known again as his hard cock began to press against his sweatpants. All his logic and reasoning began to fade away. He shot her a wicked smile before he spoke, recalling her taunting on the phone. 

“What was it you said on the phone? Something about ‘riding me until I begged you to stop’?”

Her jaw dropped, immediately turning into a smile as she threw her arms around him once again, leading him into the bedroom, where she lightly shoved him so he’d land on the bed. Garreth undressed himself fully, but when she went to remove her robe, Garreth stopped her. 

“No! Leave it on. I want you to fuck me in it!”

Her heart almost burst out of her chest at his willingness. She reached under her robe to pull her bottoms down, so that she was bare from the waist down under her robe. In one quick motion, she climbed on top of him, lifted up her robe, and took a moment to position herself above him before she sank down on his length, her wetness allowing her to take him fully and deeply. 

They both let out pleasured noises at entry, and the room quickly began to fill with more loud noises from both of them as she rode his cock. Garreth noticed movement in the corner of his eye, noticing the Ghostface mask that had been discarded on the bed bouncing around with each rock of her hips. He held it in his hand for a moment, imagining her causing mayhem with it on. He then held it up to her and practically growled at her. 

“Put it on.”

She did so, and Garreth let out a sinful groan in appreciation. She felt her walls tighten at the sound, and she picked up her pace as much as she could, eagerly chasing both their releases. Garreth let out a whimper of her name, and this finally sent her over the edge as she came with a whimper of her own, her cries slightly muffled by the mask. 

Her movements came to a quick halt as she caught her breath, removing the suffocating mask from her head. Those quick seconds were more than enough time for Garreth to grab her and flip her over, so that he was now on top of her, her legs spread and Garreth in between them.  

He wasted no time, effortlessly shoving himself into her. Her screams filled the room as he showed her no mercy, his pace fast and rough. She had been encouraging him to be rougher with her lately, but this was the roughest he had ever been with her, and it had her spiraling in the best way possible. 

“You’re so pretty, baby! My pretty little whore. Why don’t you put the mask back on for me again?” He said through gritted teeth. 

She was already drenched in sweat brought on by the robe and the intense fucking, but she obeyed. She watched him through the eyes of the mask, his eyes dark as he stared at her. 

His thrusts started to become sloppy; the telltale sign that he was reaching his release. He let out one final moan of her name as he came, warm bursts of his cum painting her insides. After taking a second to catch his breath. He rolled over on the bed, and she removed her mask. 

They laid in silence for several minutes, basking in the afterglow of each other, Garreth’s arm around her, and her head resting on his chest, listening to his heart beat. Garreth’s mind was reeling. He had no idea how their relationship would change. He still loved her, that would never change. But now he knew what she was capable of. He would never admit it to anyone, but he found his girlfriend’s hobby to be extremely sexy, albeit terrible. He decided he would figure it out in the morning, succumbing to sleep with the love of his life wrapped in his arms. 

At least now he finally had his answer. She wasn’t cheating after all.

#garreth weasley smut #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x you #weasley wednesday

[secondratefiction]

A part 2 to the Carlisle head cannon please, on the proposal and turning you.

Sorry this took me so long to get to. Holiday are fun... and by fun I mean utterly exhausting.

(Pt 1)

It didn't take you long to notice some of the quirks about Carlisle and his family...

Somethings you'd already picked up on: the strange coloration of the whole family, the fact he was practically freezing to the touch, the ever changing eye color, and the perpetual absence on sunny days.

You'd kept that to yourself though. Carlisle was a good man, and an even better doctor, that was all that mattered

But now that you were spending even more time with him outside of work... somethings you just couldn't help but notice: the fact he moved too fast to explain sometimes, the strange way he spoke on occasion - mostly, it was the odd terms of endearment that stood out to you, like deoring or sweeting

It was all strange, but he always had a way of deflecting and changing the subject whenever you asked about something

Fortunately, Carlisle had managed to keep you out of most of the vampire related drama.

At least until after Bella and Edward's wedding.

'My family and I are actually vampires and you're sister is pregnant with what we hope is a baby but could potentially be and uncontrollable abomination of a monster' was not the conversation Carlisle had wanted to have with you. But here you were...

You weren't sure who you were more upset with at the time:

Carlisle for essentially lying to you for months

Or your sister for knowingly getting wrapped up in all of this

Bella was actively withering away in front of you though, so it wasn't exactly like you had time to dwell on the very valid reasons you had for being mad at them currently.

And surprisingly, as traumatic as it might be, watching your sister's almost die in the most violent child birth you were likely to ever witness, was a good way to put things in perspective.

Also, considering the literal wolves at the door, you were probably functioning off pure adrenalin and survival instincts at this point

After the metaphorical dust settles, you swear you're going to skin Sam Uley alive if he ever threatens your family like that again.

Between the worry that Bella might not wake up and the new baby, your anger at Carlisle starts to feel a little bit trivial.

Not to mention that he's the only thing right now that makes you feel like you're not completely losing your mind.

Eventually Bella does wake up, new born transformation complete, and between her crash course in vegetarian vampirism 101 and Rosalie finally getting to feed her baby fever, you and Carlisle finally have a chance to talk and work things out.

Life mostly goes back to normal after, that things start settling back down, and you especially are reveling in your new roll as Auntie

At least until someone else comes around to rock the boat.

Well, more like capsize the whole thing entirely. Someone once close to the family when to the Volturi claiming they'd created a child vampire - an act that would damn the whole family

You know things are serious, but it really struck you when the Cullens start gathering witnesses. Alice and Jasper left, and Carlisle asked you to stay away from the house as more and more vampires start showing up.

What you weren't prepared for is Bella showing up one day with three go-bags for you, Jacob, and Renesmee, swearing you to secrecy about the whole thing and making you promise to look after her daughter if things end badly.

The day before this whole thing was supposed to boil over, Carlisle came to see you. He didn't let go of you the entire time he was there... but it was what he said just before he had to leave that really struck you and brought you to tears - "If we somehow survive this, I'm going to marry you."

The man practically flew to your front door once they were sure the Volturi were gone and everyone was safe.

The next day you were ring shopping.

Nurse Doris is high-key suspicious that you were getting married to Dr. Cullen less than six months after your sister also married into the family. The word 'gold-digger' is used once. The word 'jealous' is used liberally in rebuttal.

By multiply people.

After that, there is a serious discussion about turning you. Carlisle is under no delusions of it flat-out not being an option, but it is a very final decision. If and when it happens, it's going to be on your terms.

You decide to wait a couple years, until it's time for the family to move again, enjoy your time with your family while you have it, before you have to worry about secrets and restrictions and holding yourself back.

Collectively, you all decide on Canada for your next home. But Carlisle suprises you at the airport.

You say goodbye to Charlie and your mom and bonus dad at the security check, you're mom's crying, you're crying, the men are just barely holding it together, and you know if you hug your dad again in that moment, he's gonna start crying.

You do it anyway, and he does.

After that though, you don't join Bella, Edward, Jake and Nes at the terminal. Carlisle steers you to a different gate entirely.

A 'belated wedding present' he calls it.

You're not entirely sure what you were expecting, but a whole private island was not it.

The transformation was a bit of a blur, and honestly not something you were every going to really want to remember anyway.

But the two weeks the two of you spent on the island, you were more than happy to have carved into you memory for the rest of forever.

#twilight #twilght imagine #carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen imagine #reader insert #requests #i spent almost 3 hrs on this... it's almost midnight; and my dumb ass should have been asleep 2 hrs ago...

[heyclickadee]

Tech's Alive, Part Two: The Goggles, AKA Why, "No body, no death," Is Especially Applicable Here. (Content warning for discussions of death)

I think everyone's mentioned how suspicious it is that the only physical evidence we have for Tech's "death" are his goggles, which are presented to Hunter as evidence by Actual Rancid Potato Royce Hemlock. And I think everyone's also pointed out how suspicious it is that the only thing Hemlock could supposedly salvage is also the flimsiest part of Tech's kit--not any of Tech's armor, just his goggles. And that the goggles are actually in better condition than we might expect; the lenses are broken, sure, and the rims are a little banged up, but they aren't crushed, and the band is still intact. And since they're something Tech wore under his helmet, they're also something that couldn't have just come off, unless Tech's helmet was either knocked off (maybe possible) or removed. Either way, it implies that Hemlock is possibly either lying about the goggles being all he could salvage, and that he did find more, or that the goggles are the only physical evidence he has of Tech's death as well.

So, yes, Hemlock's untrustworthy, the goggles are weak physical evidence of Tech's death at best, but we ought to also look at Hemlock's character as well as his motivation for presenting that evidence. Hemlock is a sadistic son of a bitch who isn't just willing to use pain as leverage--he enjoys it. I mean, we all saw the way Hemlock gloated over Crosshair dropping in that cloud of toxic gas. We all saw the way he smiled when they started torturing Crosshair again. The man is cruel and twisted and, honestly, I don't think I've hated a Star Wars character more. If someone doesn’t kill him by the end of the series I’m going to climb into the tv and do it myself. 

Anyway. 

Tossing Tech's shattered goggles at Hunter's feet is torture. Those blasters held at Wrecker's head are torture, too. It's just that instead of using a literal torture droid, Hemlock is using Hunter's guilt and grief as a rack and thumbscrew to force Hunter to comply with his demands. He's banking on the idea that Hunter cares about his brothers and feels deeply responsible for everything that happens to them(1), that he's reeling from losing Tech, maybe even hoping he's still hurt from losing Crosshair, and that losing another brother--Wrecker--would be too much for him to handle. So he takes the knife in Hunter's chest and twists it. And, it works! To an extent, anyway. Hunter puts his blaster down, and allows Hemlock to take him prisoner. Would he have ever handed over Omega? Whatever Hunter did? No, but Hunter was also hoping that Omega had gotten away in the ship with Echo at that point.

But, anyway, the point is that Hemlock is using Hunter's emotional pain in order to get his way. And if the writers wanted to convince us that Tech was really dead and gone for good, they could have done so in a far more effective way that would have actually allowed Hemlock to twist the knife even harder.

Hemlock could have just had his men bring Tech's body out.

In fact, I suspect that Hemlock would have brought Tech's body out, if he had a body to show. The fact that he didn't tells me that he doesn't have one; he's either got Tech alive, or he found the goggles by themselves and doesn’t have any more physical evidence than we do.

And I'm guessing what you're thinking; it's a kids' show. They can't do that, that'd be way too gruesome, especially since, if Tech really did hit the ground at terminal velocity, his body would be too broken too show. Especially since Tech is a main character and someone we’ve spent two season with—they can’t show him like that. Of course, yes, that's true. So, they could have done what Star Wars typically does with bodies; show it at a slightly obscured angle, or completely intact, but limp. Crosshair spent the a lot of the last several minutes of The Outpost kneeling next to the body of a character he (and we) cared about. Or, to cut down even further on how graphic it could be, they could have brought him in on a stretcher, covered in a cloth, but with a hand sticking out from under it, so that we (and Hunter and Wrecker) know it's him. They could have even brought him out in a body bag, completely covered, and had Hunter look inside and informed us that it was Tech via Hunter's reaction. All of those things, especially the last two, would have been completely in line with the show's inexplicably intact TV-Y7 rating (seriously, how??), would have complied with Hemlock's characterization as well as his motivation for showing any evidence of Tech's death at all, and would have allowed the writers to actually convince the audience that Tech really is dead and gone for good.

Except that the writers didn't do that. Hemlock doesn't bring Tech's body out. Just the goggles. So we, the audience, are stuck with no body. No real physical evidence. And so, frankly, are Wrecker, Echo, Hunter, and Omega.

Because here's the other thing about the goggles: It's not just important that Hemlock's the one to bring out the goggles, or that that's all he brings out. It's also important that the batch didn't have the goggles in the first place.

You see, I don't think Hunter and the rest have seen Tech's body, either. Their train car crashed through the station on one of the higher peaks a good half mile or more away from where Tech fell, meaning that they would have had to climb down that mountain and up and around the smaller mountains and hills below the train line to find him, and that was something that would have taken time. That was time they didn't have. They basically had to get out of dodge pretty much immediately, because they were actively under attack, all seriously injured, and because Omega was DYING, so they had to get out and get her help as fast as they could. They didn't have time to even start to look for Tech(2).

Besides the urgency of needing to save Omega, though, the thing that really convinces me that Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo never actually saw Tech's body is that they didn't have the goggles in the first place. Had Omega woken up to Wrecker already cradling Tech's goggles in his hands, then I wouldn't be writing this. We wouldn't have seen the body, but we would have pretty concrete evidence that a character we trust had. And that still wouldn't have been completely concrete evidence, but it, again, would have been a way for the writers to convince the audience that Tech really is dead and gone for good.

But, again, the writers didn't do that. Instead, they pass over at least two opportunities to have shown us a body, or to have at least shown us that a character we trust saw a body, and leave us in a situation where the only physical evidence Tech's death is both inconclusive and presented by a character we've been given every reason to hate and distrust, and whose motivation is to use that evidence as a way to emotionally manipulate the heroes. Which means that they're either trying to convince us that he’s dead and really bad at their jobs, which is possible, to be fair; or they know exactly what they're doing and are giving us just enough ambiguity to latch onto once we get over the initial emotional shock.

(1): I think Hemlock could have sussed this out about clones in general just through observation, but...I am going to consider the possibility—the possibility, mind you!—that Crosshair did eventually break. Just a little bit. Not anything too specific, not anything willingly, but he might have let slip that Hunter cares a lot or something. And to be completely clear, if he did, I'm not going to blame him. It’s not his fault if he did. They probably tortured him for days.

(2) I do wonder if one or more of them may have thought that maybe, just maybe, Tech lived, but that they had to make the choice to leave anyway. And if they did? Leaving anyway to save Omega would have been the right thing to do. I don't have kids, but my sister does, and if we got in a car crash and she had to make the choice between checking to see if I was okay and saving her kid, saving her kid is exactly what I would want her to do.

(Tumblr give me a way to write footnotes, I am begging you.)

#the bad batch #tbb spoilers #tbbspoilers #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season two #tbb speculation #tech’s alive

[surely-galena]

ToT Main Story 9 Commentary/Thoughts (Part 3)

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This is the final part and I will be including some longer thoughts (and my bingo card) at the end! I've purposely stayed away from other people's episode 9 posts while I write this up (notably Zak and Sam's) so their thoughts don't influence mine, but I am definitely looking forward to seeing if the feelings/concepts I'm picking up align with what other people are thinking. Heads up that the commentary here is going to be slightly out of order so I can push my longer thoughts to the end.

Ohhh. Okay, this got me. Marius was literally physically attacked and no one (except Vincent probably) has genuinely cared enough to ask about Marius the person and not Marius the suspect/informant. I'm really glad MC chose to ask this question rather than let Luke interrogate him right off the bat. And the fact that Marius is surprised also speaks so much as to what he was expecting... I did not think I would be getting treated to good MariRosa today.

(He went down to the NSB office... alone. Marius...)

Vincent's back on the case again, I see. Truly, what would Marius do without him?

This bit confused me. Didn't Luke only tell MC about his illness in his first anniversary card? Am I missing something from the timeline here?

And hey, more details about the incident. The fact that Luke contracted the illness during his treatment and that the drugs were suspected definitely point toward NXX influence.

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Longer Thoughts Incoming, Here We Go

All right, first thing. This scene on its own doesn't say much. It's when combined with the other things I've picked up on that it feels... a little off?

I don't know if I've spent too much time with fanon!Luke or if I've simply been reading too much into it, but episode 9 Luke feels different. He's really aggressive this time, which is nothing strange, we've seen Raven before, but it also feels like he's relapsing into keeping MC/Rosa in the dark? (It's not quite that, either, I'm having a hard time putting the exact feeling into words.)

That scene with Julian where Luke is trying to push him into standing up for himself? It was well meaning, but gosh was it tense -- especially with the lack of communication with MC. No wonder she felt the need to step in and help.

There's a lot of fist banging on tables and harsh sentences from Luke, a lot more often than usual (to Julian, to Skye, to NXX members). It's a good reminder of how scary he can be, but it also provides massive whiplash from all the fluff we've been getting recently.

Additionally, Luke's interactions with the other NXX members (notably Marius and Artem) feel more distant. Like they're potential enemies, not coworkers/teammates.

I also think it's possible all of this is because Luke is getting desperate. He's getting worse, the meds are doing less and less for him, and he knows he's running out of time. Despite this, he's still alive. He's still able to change his fate -- or at least he hopes he is -- but to chase after his goals, sacrifices have to be made. He can't afford to dawdle or spend time not getting to the point, because time is slipping through his fingers and he needs to do as much as he can before he's entirely done for.

Basically? I think Luke is becoming increasingly stressed and he's (either consciously or unconsciously) taking it out on everything happening around him. The only people he's been truly open to in this episode are Aaron and MC herself. He's beginning to close himself off, even to MC (*points to the final scene with him covering her eyes and talking about lying to her*). Physically, he's not fine, and mentaIly, I don't think he's doing okay either, and that is concerning.

Okay, now onto the second major detail that has been nagging at me. These are from the final scenes as example excerpts, but is it just me or have the NXX been weirdly hostile to each other throughout this entire episode?

In one of the earlier scenes (after Marius speaks with Tyson), Marius runs into Luke. The conversation sounds like fairly normal NXX team banter, but Marius' demeanor is strange:

"But when [Marius] gives Luke a side glance, his eyes reveal a sense of sarcasm and coldness, completely different from his tone." (Main Story 09-01)

I'd assume this is because of the recent NSB action regarding Pax, the press, and the NXX Team's investigation. Luke is a potential weakness in the NXX Investigation Team because he belongs to the NSB. But after all the team building events MC put her heart and soul into, this is honestly kind of tragic. For them to fall apart so easily, because it was only ever her who glued them together.

(I know @roshie-writes has mentioned something to me about the NXX team falling apart, but I didn't know it would be so soon, or be so abrupt. Not like this...)

Not only do Luke and Marius have some kind of under the surface conflict, we have Luke and Artem who have a much more overt kind of conflict (i.e. Luke pushing for Skye's guilt and Artem being Skye's attorney). I've got to say that this is really interesting because we've never had Artem and Luke on opposite sides before. It's always been Artem vs. Marius or Artem vs. Vyn. To have Luke be isolated because of his association with the NSB (and potentially his illness) is an interesting story move (even if it hurts the found fam enjoyer within me).

Considering we're passing off the lead role to another boy after this, MC will no longer be tagging along with Luke in the next episode. This means that while Luke and Artem are on opposing sides of the conflict, MC has the advantage of being middle ground (because, y'know, they're all in love with her).

Even so, this part surprised me:

It's not out of character for Artem to prove MC wrong. What stands out is that he usually does it kindly. This is a laugh that MC knows to be directed to an opponent, and it hits harder when they're work partners. If there is anyone Artem can expect to be an ally, it's MC. But not in this case. Not now, when tensions are so high.

Then we have Vyn, who's being, what? Switzerland in all of this? In this episode he existed to have one conversation with MC, along with the absolute boldness to take it in front of his mystery guest. You do you Vyn, we love our behind the scenes guy doing suspicious things as usual. Notably he hasn't chosen a side yet, and neither has MC. We know that MC will follow her heart, and that Vyn will always look out for MC in his own way (which is true for all the boys), but it might be interesting to keep an eye on him as we head into Main Story 10.

I know the ToT main story can get pretty heavy, but this one was more emotionally draining than I thought it'd be. I'll have to see how it all connects before making a proper judgement about how much I liked it, but overall I'm glad we gained a lot of new info (and more questions to delve into later).

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Here's my bingo card for the episode. I was so close to a bingo, but I got to cross off many boxes anyway!

#tears of themis #okay now I'm off to read sam and zak's posts I am so curious to know what you both thought

[geralts-yenn]

Believe in Me - Chapter 4

chapter warnings: biting & vampire stuff, mention of sex

word count: 3,2k

A/N: So this chapter was a little hard to write. I had plans. And sometimes, as a writer, your characters just don't follow your plans. This is not what I wanted it to be. It is confused and blurry. But it is what it is, and it has its reasons to be like this. I really hope you like it regardless...

Inspo boards for this chapter are here 😍

Please let me know what you think - reblogs and comments are always the way to make me happy! Tumblr only works if you reblog. Help me to keep this story alive 😘

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“Let me take you somewhere a little more quiet, okay?” Melot asked and held out his hand for Aurora to take. She took it, ignoring the fast beating of her heart that felt like her chest was going to explode. Melot skillfully maneuvered them through the crowd towards a door at the far end of the club. There were two security guards standing on either side, obviously vampires, too. 

The two men just nodded as Melot stopped in front of them to open the door. Melot guided Aurora to go first, and she glanced into a new corridor. On either side, there were compartments, separated by heavy velvet curtains. The noises coming from some of them made it quite clear what was happening behind.

Aurora nervously looked at Melot. That wasn't what she intended. Not that it was completely out of question. In fact, she had thought about Melot in this way longer than she should have, last night.

But she didn't want this to happen so soon. Being physically near to someone made Aurora feel too vulnerable. 

The thought made her chuckle nervously. Wasn't it stupid that she trusted Melot enough to let him bite her, but not enough to let him fuck her?

But, it wasn't. Letting vampires feed on her was going to be her job soon. She better get used to it.

Melot frowned at her chuckling.

"Sorry for this." He gestured towards the curtains. "This is not what I am heading for. It's just the only way to get to my room."

They arrived at another door. The carved wood and iron angles made it appear as if it was hundreds of years old. But the fingerprint lock next to it, with which Melot opened it, destroyed that picture.

Another corridor was lying in front of them. Aurora thought how this whole building must be kind of a labyrinth.

This time Melot didn't lead her through the whole hallway but guided her to a door on the left. Another fingerprint lock and they had finally arrived at his private place.

Aurora glanced into the room before her. It was spacious, there were bookcases along the walls and a huge entertainment center in front of the biggest sofa Aurora had ever seen. In the far corner there was another door.

Despite everything being so big, it felt comfy and inviting. 

"So, this is where you live?" Aurora was surprised. Not about the room per se, but the location in the depths of a nightclub. Well, she didn't know next to nothing about vampires, so she didn't really know what to expect at all.

Melot shook his head. "No, not exactly. August owns a huge mansion and he lets us live there with him. But, sometimes it's a little crowded over there. And then I come here to get some peace. This is my little fortress of solitude"

Aurora couldn't help but laugh at the thought that someone would choose a nightclub to get some quiet. That made her very curious about Melot's actual home.

Aurora sat down on the sofa, and it was as comfortable as it looked like. But she was far from able to relax. She fiddled with her hands and bounced her foot.

Melot took the place next to her and took her hand once more.

"Do you want a drink? Or something to eat?" He seemed nervous, too. Which led Aurora to feel even more on edge. The atmosphere in the room was tense.

She needed to get it done so she could finally breathe again. 

"What do you expect from me?" she asked. 

Melot guided her with his finger on her chin to look at him and locked his eyes with her. Aurora felt like this took a lot of the tension from her.

"I don't expect anything from you, love. just let me guide you through this. Do you have any questions?"

Aurora snorted. "A thousand, probably. If I could get my brain to work." Both of them smiled. "First of all, does it hurt?" Aurora's voice was hoarse.

Melot nodded understanding. "Most likely, it will hurt a little. Our saliva contains some kind of painkiller though and also enzymes that make your wounds heal faster. They should be gone after a week." Aurora could live with that. She wasn’t sensitive when it came to pain. She was used to being hit by her father, after all.

Melot went on providing her more information: “Easiest way for feeding would be your wrist. It doesn’t take a lot of physical proximity. It's easy for you to withdraw if you don’t feel well. Also, our security persons can check easily if you are okay. Most donors start with their wrist only.” As if to make her more comfortable with the idea of getting teeth pierced into her flesh, Melot rubbed his thumb in small circles over the veins of Aurora’s wrist. She took a deep breath and nodded for him to go on.

“If you permit someone to feed on your jugular, you can charge more for that. Most vampires prefer feeding from a neck over a wrist. So they are willing to pay for that benefit.” Aurora saw how Melot’s gaze fell on her neck as he mentioned it, and she also noticed how he absentmindedly licked over his upper lip. “What more can I tell you?” he asked, cocking his head. He thought about what more information Aurora should have before she was ready to take this to the next step.

But Aurora interrupted his thinking when another question came to her mind. ”What does it feel like for you? Is it just like eating for us? How do you feel towards the person you are feeding from? Isn’t it weird to be that near to someone you don’t know?”

Melot chuckled. “Good question! Actually, it can be very weird, yes. Most vampires prefer to keep coming back to the same donors, building a relationship with them. Biting someone can be something very sensual. But if you know it’s just a business, you usually try to suppress these kinds of feelings.” 

So, there was more to it than just offering a snack to someone. That's what she already suspected. Aurora was glad that she had asked Melot to guide her through that first bite. She couldn't exactly explain why, but she trusted him. 

"Thank you for your patience with me." She gave him a small smile that couldn't hide her nerves. "I guess not all vampires will be that gentle with me."

Melot took both of her hands in his and his warm gaze wandered over her face. He wished he could give her a better answer.

"There will be some that won't see the need to make you feel comfortable. But you will be safe with us. I promise I won't ever let anything happen to you." Aurora felt like she would drown in his crimson eyes if she wouldn’t turn away soon. But she didn’t want to fight the feeling anyway. Instead, she leaned in, her face only an inch away from his. Melot cupped her cheek in the softest caress. “You’ll always be safe with me,” he whispered. Aurora knew there was no chance of denying what she wanted to happen and she closed the last distance, pressing her lips onto Melot’s mouth. Their kiss was slow and gentle, almost careful. Aurora was still wondering how soft Melot’s lips felt when he pulled back. 

Aurora smiled shyly at him. All the things she felt right now seemed to overwhelm her. She was breathing heavily. “Melot, we need to get this feeding thing done, or else I will lose my mind.” 

His expression changed, showing confusion and insecurity. Melot usually knew exactly what to do when it came to humans, but right now, he wasn’t sure if he had overstepped a line that he shouldn’t have. Did he misinterpret Aurora’s signals? No, she was kissing him, right?

Thankfully, Aurora clarified what she meant: “I want you to kiss me, but I am so awfully nervous as long as I still don’t know what to expect. I need this out of my head. Please, show me.”

Melot wrapped his hand around Aurora’s wrist carefully and guided it to his lips. She could feel his lips brush over her skin when he spoke:

“I will try to be as gentle as possible.” With a last reassuring glance, his tongue brushed over her pulse and then she felt his fangs pierce her skin. 

It hurt. Of course it hurt. But somehow it also felt good. Like getting wrapped into a warm, soft blanket. Aurora shut her eyes and leaned into Melot's chest as he drank from her wrist.

Like that, she couldn't see the change in Melot's face. His eyes were wide open in surprise and an excitement fell upon him. He clenched both his hands around Aurora's arm, desperately sucking in what was the sweetest thing Melot had ever tasted. 

He knew he had to stop, but it was so hard. He just wanted to stay like this forever, to taste her, to feel her power in his mouth.

When he finally found the strength to pull back, Aurora was weakly lying in his arms. Melot licked the last drops of blood from his lips and tried to make sense of what had just happened.

This was nothing he had ever experienced before. He felt so good, so powerful, almost invincible as long as he fed from Aurora. And even now, it still felt like all his senses were sharpened, intensified, increased. 

Melot heard Aurora's heart thumping in her chest. He needed to take care of her. He had promised to keep her safe.

Melot cradled her in his arms and carried her to the next room that only consisted of a huge bed. Carefully he laid her down onto the soft bedding and focused on listening to her pulse. It was weak but steady. 

Thank god, he had managed to stop before he had seriously harmed her. Melot curled up on the bed behind her and took her in his arms. His hands caressed over her arms and from time to time he pressed soft kisses on her temple. 

After a while, Aurora started to come back to consciousness. She moved in his arms and a sigh escaped her lips.

"Shush, I got you. I got you, Aurora." Melot brushed strands of her hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek.

Aurora slowly blinked at him.

"Is it always like this?" she asked, her voice weak and hoarse. Her eyes fell shut again.

Melot felt a huge weight crushing his chest.

"No, it shouldn't be like this. I am so sorry, Aurora. I should have stopped so much earlier. I just couldn't. I have never tasted anything like you." But Aurora just smiled softly, her eyes still closed.

"I like being in your arms. Can we rest a little more?" It was almost like she was drunk. 

Melot decided it was best if they both calmed down, and so he just kept Aurora in his arms while he was trying to understand what made him feel so incredibly awake.

Two hours later, Aurora woke up again and, as if nothing bad had happened, she was smiling at Melot. "Hey!" She just said. Melot looked down at her and when he saw her soft look, he smiled at her too. He was incredibly thankful that she didn't seem to be upset over him losing his control. 

"Hey, sweetheart. Are you okay?" Aurora just hummed affirmatively and snuggled into Melot's chest which he replied by kissing Aurora's forehead. None of them were able to have a clear thought, let alone be able to talk.  They just needed to feel each other. Cuddles turned to soft kisses, and these kisses got hungrier and more fervent. 

Soon, Aurora pulled at Melot's shirt and her hand brushed over the soft hair on his stomach. His abs tensed when Melot answered her touch with a deep groan. "Are you sure of what you're doing here?" he asked her. 

Aurora's hand traveled up to his chest. "Absolutely! I want to feel you, Melot."

Melot rolled them over the bed so that he was hovering over Aurora. 

"You have no idea what I want to do to you!" His lips found back onto hers and his hips pressed hard against her core. When he pushed himself back onto his arms he saw her panting heavily under him. "Show me!" she pleaded.

For the second time this night it was on Melot to be in control of the situation. He deeply hoped he wouldn't let her down this time. He took a deep breath, trying to hang on to his self-control. 

"No, I need you to show me what you want. Guide me. Tell me how you want me."

Aurora gasped. She laced her fingers in Melot’s long strands of hair and pulled him down to her. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth, bit down on it playfully what he answered with a hiss. Then her tongue darted out to roam his mouth. She didn't care for his fangs, actually she didn't care for anything in the world. She just needed to taste him, feel him.

Her hands drifted up his stomach once more. But she struggled with his shirt. It was too tight. Her hands retreated from his abs again, impatiently her fingers fumbled on his buttons until finally, she could brush his shirt from his shoulders. 

Melot never had to fight so hard in his life as right now. Which was impressive, considering how old he was and what situations he had to master in his past. But never ever had he felt such an urge to overcome the human part of him. The monster in him wanted control, wanted to possess the sweetest thing in the world, wanted to feel Aurora in every way possible.

Her scent filled his nose, he felt her pulse in every fiber of his body and her taste still lingered on his tongue. 

What was it that made him feel like this? He had never experienced anything like that.

Aurora had just an idea of what was happening, she still felt dizzy, in a very good way, though. And Melot moved way too fast. One second he was towering over her and the next moment she realized her dress was gone and he knelt between her legs. 

So much for him not taking the lead. Aurora chuckled. She couldn't be mad at him. It just showed how much he wanted this. As much as she wanted him.

"Slow down, Melot! I'm not going anywhere," she told him. She wanted to enjoy what was going to happen.

Melot stopped whatever he was doing at superhuman speed and carefully brushed his hand over her cheek.

"Damn, I'm sorry. I just can't keep calm with you in my arms."

Melot focused all what was left of his mind to get to his senses. He needed to stop this. Something was wrong. And he didn't want to start whatever this was with Aurora in a wrong way. 

"I don't know what is happening to me, Aurora. But I fear I can't hold back anymore. I don't want to scare you. I want to make this right. I promised you'd be safe with me and I can't make sure of that if I won't stop now"

Aurora blinked at him, she was confused. Everything was so overwhelming, just too much to comprehend. She was disappointed. No, that didn't match her feelings in the least. She was devastated as she realized it wouldn't happen. Melot didn't want to fuck her.

She didn't even notice, but tears started to run down her cheeks. And Melot jumped up from the bed and crossed the room as if he wanted to be as far away from her as possible.

Aurora tried to find the missing puzzle piece in her mind that led them from moaning into each other's mouths to staring confused at each other within seconds.

Melot took a bottle of water from a small table and slowly and carefully he approached the bed again and held the bottle out to Aurora.

"I am sorry! Please don't think that I don't want to do this. Hell, there's nothing in the world that I want to do more. But I can't. I can't, if I don't want to hurt you. I'm sorry, Aurora."

Aurora saw the pained expression in Melot's face and that's when she knew he wasn't lying. She took a sip of the water and tried to calm down.

She nodded. "It's okay, Melot! It's been a long night. Would you mind bringing me home?"

Melot had held Aurora in his arms for a couple of minutes. He pressed small kisses on her wet cheeks. But finally the storm in his head was over. He knew he had made the right decision.

He helped her get up from the bed, helped her get dressed and led her back to the club. 

It was early in the morning by now, the dance floor and booths weren't that crowded anymore as when they had left for Melot's room. He was searching for Maria, but apparently she had already left the club.

Melot never let go of Aurora's arm as they climbed the stairs to the entrance and got her coat. Melot's car was standing right in front of the club. He opened the door of his 1969 black Camaro and Aurora just slumped into the seat. She hadn't spoken a word since they had left his room.

The silence continued the whole ride until Melot stopped in front of Tara's house.

He helped her get out of the car and accompanied her to the door. He could kick himself for how much he had messed up tonight. He wanted to make her feel better. But he knew Aurora would need some time. So he just pressed a kiss on her forehead and squeezed a business card into her hand.

"Get some sleep. After that, please call me. We need to talk." He gave her another kiss, just a small peck brushing over her lips. Then his gaze fell on her wrist. The wounds his fangs had left were barely noticeable.  He hoped everything that happened tonight would fade as fast as this wound. He needed to find a way to make up for tonight's disaster. 

Aurora gave Melot a small smile before she turned.

The moment the door shut behind her, Aurora sank onto the floor. This was definitely the strangest, most wonderful and the most embarrassing day of her life.

The quiet moment only lasted for seconds. Aurora heard an angry voice shouting at her.

"You're a blood whore and a vampire slut. Get out of my house!"

Aurora opened her eyes to see how her sister took one of Aurora's boxes and threw it in her direction. It smashed to the ground with a loud bang. 

Aurora was just too tired to fight, so she stood up as if she were in a trance, took the box and left the house.

When she was standing in the front yard she blinked at the morning sun and had no idea what to do.

Part 5

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[venusimi]

《 I hate and love you 》

PROMPT: “It sucks because I want to hate you, but I can’t.”

Angst, emotional hurt/comfort, confrontation, angst with a happy ending

Mammon-centric, slight demon brothers bashing (it gets SOMEWHAT better I swear on my life as a writer), it might also be ooc so I hope I got it right.

TW: Implied alcohol abuse and mentioned drug usage

His accent also comes and goes and I'm too lazy to fix that lmfao

Now, Mammon is a strong demon. As the second oldest and second strongest just below Lucifer he is someone powerful and rightfully feared by many demons and humans alike.

He rules over one of the 7 layers of hell and was—still is—Lucifer's right hand man since the beginning of their time.

However, despite the amount of things you hear from demons and humans, the truth behind close doors is something that would completely alter your perception of the 7 princes of hell.

Leviathan himself admits that he could never defeat Mammon in a fight and he's the third oldest.

But because of the fact that Mammon is the second born, powerful and all, he is forced to stay strong. To remain unaffected by the negativity and continue to rule over his part.

Remain unaffected.

Stay strong.

So he does, he lets his brothers feel comfortable enough to hurt his feelings. To tell him he's weak when he's not, to call him scummy, a douchebag, and to kill himself.

His brothers truly love him, no?

He loves all his brothers. He wouldn't swap them for anything, but the real question is would they swap him for anything?

He tries not to think hard about it, he can't show any form of weaknesses. Not even to himself.

Weakness.

He simply will not allow it.

If Lucifer could then why can't he? He's his right hand man, he must always be the great Mammon, otherwise, how would Lucifer feel relaxed and do his own work? Lucifer stands to help them live, Mammon protects his brothers if not from physical harm. That's his duty as the second born.

He was never good at lying so he simply never say anything and quickly changed topic while trying to act as normal as possible, he doesn't want his brothers' pity. Not in the absolute slightest.

But acting like nothing's wrong also meant that he had to take regular emotional beatings from his brothers.

It wouldn't have hurt as much if they weren't brothers, but they were. They knew each other for thousands of years, they've been together through even the darkest times so the amount of hurt it gave Mammon whenever they insulted him was like the fall all over again.

The pain in his heart, the agonizing pain as his head and back grew an extra set of body part was incomparable to hearing them say derogatory words towards him.

He was the one that swallowed his own feelings to take care of his brothers when they first fell.

He took care of Lucifer when his Pride wouldn't let him rest.

He stayed awake with Leviathan when his insomnia gets the best of him.

He helped Satan sneak in some cats and took the blame for it.

He made sure Asmodeus didn't get any disease from his outings every night.

He made sure Beelzebub is always fed but not overfed.

He was the one that brought Belphegor back to his room when Beelzebub wasn't home.

He took care of them when their body couldn't stomach the hellish food, he made sure they ate something to tide the hunger.

He made sure they slept when the nightmares were too awake for their liking.

He made sure they were healthy, happy, and safe when no one else could.

He did the dirty work when no one liked them.

How was that any fair to him? Sure they didn't ask for it but he still did it anyways, he made sure to keep them alive and well to survive.

He would have done so anyways even if it wasn't needed.

He loves his brothers after all.

The alcohol intoxicated his head, it flowed throughout his body and it felt like he was flying.

Mammon rarely ever gets drunk you see and because of that, he's a lightweight but not as much as Belphegor and the others. Compared to Asmodeus and Lucifer he definitely is a lightweight.

He comes home drunk with a bottle of Demonous in hand, he drank 3 whole bottles which is way past his usual limit.

He rarely gets drunk because of his modeling gig.

His headaches get so bad with flashing lights and he's very irritable which won't be good if demons started avoiding him, he needs money too.

What time was it? He didn't have his phone with him.

He practically breaks down the door if only it wasn't already opened to begin with, as if someone was waiting for him to come home.

"Mammon."

He lifts his head up, "....Hah?" He slurs.

Lucifer sighs, "You promised to come home early tonight for family movie night. Why are you drunk? And it's an hour past 'early'."

Mammon frowns. He stumbles when he walks in and pushes past Lucifer then down to the common room.

"Mammon!" He ignored his brother's call.

He gulps the last of the Demonous and throws it across the hall, shattering the glass into millions.

He didn't know what he was doing.

His body burned with alcohol and some sort of drug that helps him get high and completely forget about it all, he didn't want to do it but it just felt so enticing.

He didn't notice how his brothers flinched at the shattering of glass.

His eyes were gold, all previous self control be damned.

"Mammon, are you... Drunk?" Satan frowned, he wasn't a huge fan of drinking. He hated the scent of alcohol and Belphegor could relate too but his twin sometimes drinks and it helps him fall asleep faster.

"'m not drunk!" He slurs, he was louder than usual which was a sign itself.

"Are you high?" Asmodeus would know.

"No!"

"You are." Lucifer sounded angry, but Mammon wasn't really Mammon at the moment.

"I said, 'm not drunk." He walks up to the eldest and glares.

"You're so hostile, you're not usually like this Mammon." Leviathan scans the older demon cautiously, as if he would pounce at any given moment.

"Me? 'm always like this! What do ya mean!?"

"You're usually loud and arrogant, scummy and very stupid but right now you're neither of those things other than loud." Belphegor continued.

"...Haaah? Who're ya callin' arrogant and stupid?" Mammon was quick to stand straight, ready to let out his wings and show who's dominant but Lucifer stands in between as if trying to tell Mammon not to do something he'll definitely regret.

"You're drunk and intoxicated, let's go to bed."

"Shaddup! Ya act so high and mighty when yer really just the same as all of us so quit actin' like yer the boss of me!" Mammon does not move however.

Lucifer stumbles very slightly, "Excuse me? Who are you talking to?"

"Obviously you, who else would I be talkin' to?"

"You're so snappy today..." Beelzebub mumbled to no one in particular, he does his best not to be heard. He is powerful and incredibly buff but even then he still can't beat Mammon in a fight so if a fight were to break loose, his main priority would be Belphegor's safety, seeing as he is the weakest of them all, and getting Mammon to calm down.

Luckily, Mammon was too angry to hear Beelzebub.

"You're bold when you're drunk Mammon." Lucifer was in his demon form.

Mammon should be cowering in fear and yet he is standing tall with his own demon form out, "Woah woah woah! You two calm down!" Asmodeus leaps in between them.

"Satan! Help!" Asmodeus was panicking, he had never seen them fight before.

"Quit it you two! Mammon, do you know why we treat you the way we do? It's because of your shit attitude! You get so snappy at the smallest things and blame us for it." Satan couldn't stand it anymore.

"Oh so yer blamin' me for the shit I didn't even want? Callin' me names and makin' fun of me? Ya haven't seen shit so quit actin' like yer innocent! How is it any fair that I get to be the center of the blame? I never get to indulge in my sin like yall without getting hung upside down for it!"

"Your sin is expensive and it causes me trouble, it's not easy having to clean up the mess you made and try to sweep it under the rug to keep your pristine reputation as a prince of hell!"

"My reputation is my greed. As long as I keep takin' and losin' it all then everyone shouldn't raise a brow if I suddenly get killed for it plus, I can't control it! I am a demon, Lucifer. Ya should understand the best! Yer stupid pride just won't admit the fact that yer wrong, plus, Beelzebub is just as expensive as I am! He destroyed an entire restaurant because they had nothin' more to serve, ya think he's cheap? Ya really gotta redefine your version of 'cheap'."

"How does taking everything you own and losing it all apply to your reputation? Your logic makes little sense." Asmodeus rolls his eyes at his older brother, half aware of what he meant.

"If ya keep drinkin' eventually, you'll get drunk and throw up, right? But it's just too good to stop. It's exactly like that for greed. Every demon in Devildom is aware of how I work, but I will stop at nothing to get exactly what I want. I am aware of my shit actions, okay!? And so are you! But I can't help it!"

"You keep yelling like that's gonna help!" Leviathan yelled back at his older brother.

Mammon grits his teeth bitterly, "None of ya understand do ya? Do I gotta spell it out for ya so you'd understand? Do you have any idea how many nights I stay up thinkin' about my own mind and how I hate it here!? Have ya ever wondered why Lucifer hasn't hung any of ya for the shit you guys pull!? Ya think Lucifer would have let you off for stainin' his favorite coat, Satan? Or when Belphie spilled coffee all over his documents that he needed for next week? I fell instead of ya! It ain't fun but I knew how harsh he is, only I can handle him without breakin' but all of ya combined? There's only so much a demon like me can take..."

Mammon holds back tears because that's what he always does, that's all he does anyways. He can't do anything else about it other than to hold back any feelings that could be used against him.

The silence was loud, no one knew what to say.

Lucifer notices the tears.

"Mammon-"

"-Just... Shut up. Please."

They were silent again, eyes strayed away from each other. Suddenly the shattered bottle, the walls, and the floor was interesting.

They start to notice the little things.

How there's a new vase that looked similar to the one Belphegor shattered except it had gold lines as if it was being kept together.

Beelzebub hated this, Belphegor knew.

"...Mammon, listen. We're sorry, okay? We didn't mean to make it seem that way but if you had told us sooner-" Belphegor tried to reason but Mammon was far too intoxicated to bother.

He turns away.

"You were always good at manipulating others Belphie. That's the youngest for ya..." He mumbles before leaving.

Lucifer steps in front of him.

"Can you get out of the way? I'm tryna get back to my-"

"You are not leaving until this is resolved. What do you think of us? Do you think we don't love you?" Mammon stares at him with dead eyes.

"Ya love me? Doesn't feel that way."

They stared in silence, Lucifer felt awkward. "Believe me... Believe us, Mammon. We'll try our best to be better just please be honest with us, tell us how you feel?"

Mammon didn't respond, he honesty didn't want to.

"Y'know, it sucks because I want to hate you, but I can't. It's almost impossible to feel a tinge of hatred for ya when we've been together through the darkest shadows. But because I can't hate ya, I can't love ya either, right? So I feel nothing. Not anymore. I care for ya but that's definitely just because I have built a system in my mind to care for anyone I consider by family, I care, but not enough ta stay."

He pushes past Lucifer, stumbling through the halls. Though his words were slurred, it was clear as daylight. They knew and understood but they couldn't bring themselves to speak.

Lucifer straightens himself, "We'll fix this as soon as possible, but for now I think he needs time to himself."

The eldest's voice was low; like a whisper, almost.

No one said anything.

No one could.

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