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cypherthesuccubus · 19 days

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Let daddy take the reigns~

Luci x Reader -Part 1- (NSFW) (MDNI)!!!!!!

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, praise kink, body worship, cock worship, pussy worship, gentle dom luci, edging, tail play, she/ her pronouns, vaginal sex, creampie

Other tags: Fluff, angst

Luci is the aftercare king~ ✨

Part 1 of Luci x Reader is here!! Let’s see what adventures await you this time~ 😍✨(sorry for the wait again. Got busy around the house and kids lol 😂)

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

As I walk through the halls of Morningstar manor; my mind couldn’t help but wonder. Looking up at the paintings, strewn across the halls; each one depicting the seemingly happy family of Lucifer, Lilith, and Charlie. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been close friends with Lilith ever since the first time I’ve went to one of their annual gala’s. A friend of mine convinced me to go since there was gonna be free food and drinks; which was the main reason I went. I’ve never been one for social events; they’re always so uncomfortable when you don’t know anyone there. In the end, it turned out better than it did when Queen Lilith at the time; decided to chat up a conversation with me over the punch bowl. It was an instant click of how well her and me got along; we even went on shopping trips together; just having fun like a couple of teenage BFF’s. In turn, also meant that I got to know Lucifer and Charlie better too over time. Charlie is like the perfect mixture of her parents in both looks and personality; very sweet girl to be blessed with as a daughter. Lucifer was definitely silly and fun; always had so many creative ideas with incredible powers to boot. On my end, they always seemed like a picture perfect happy family, but I guess that was a fantasy. During later years, everytime I had a girl’s day with her and Lucifer came up in the conversation; she became more dismissive of him as a subject of topic. I always told her if anything is going on, don’t hesitate to let me know. But, I guess she never really wanted to talk about him as much as she used to. Then one day, her messages and calls never came through when I tried to contact her. As if she went completely silent; not wanting anything to do with me anymore.

Coming to find out, when I went to visit the manor that day to see what was up; there was Lucifer just sitting in his study in a fetal position on the floor. He was having a serious mental breakdown on account of Lilith wanting to separate, and left as soon as the papers were signed. No one knew where she went; just dissipated without as much as a text to let us know she’s still alive. I guess our friendship didn’t mean that much to her either, but Lucifer was definitely suffering more than I was. For the longest time after she left, he would completely lock himself away from everyone; barely eat or sleep due to his constant cry’s of pain and agony every single night. He really loved her so much that he would do anything for her, only to realize it was all a dream and she never wanted to spend the rest of eternity with him after all. For months no one heard from him, not even Charlie the poor girl. Many of the servants tried to get him to do at least something to let them know he’s still alive, but honestly it was mostly to see if they had a job or not. I started making my attempts to persuade him out of the room or at least have a conversation. I would visit 3 times a day for 4 hours; sitting on the floor while leaning against one of the double doors. I would tell him about my day and how things were going in my life, like you do when you hang out with friends. I mostly wanted him to know even thou things didn’t work out with Lilith; doesn’t mean you’re alone. I constantly reassured him that he’ll always have a friend in me when he’s ready to talk. This went on for an entire year without as much as a noise from him.

I soon arrive at the double doors once again; sitting down in the same spot. While sitting against the door once more; talking about how my night went before coming to the manor. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep this up. It’s been an entire year and still nothing! God! I know Lilith was my best friend, but why did she pull something like this?! She has left him in pieces with absolutely no way to put him back together. Before I decided to call a quits for the very last time; I decided to put my all in my final attempt to get him to talk to me. “Luci….I know getting over Lilith is gonna be absolute hell….literally….but you do have Charlie that needs you. She needs her dad more than anything now. She’s been on the news; talking about her dreams towards redemption for sinners. Obviously it didn’t go well and everyone pretty much laughed at her face. She’s pretty much been made a joke to every denizen of hell who watched the news. She must be so hurt right now…..she really needs someone to help support her dreams more than ever now….so please…please come out of there….do it for Charlie….she needs you.”

I waited for what seemed like an eternity; still no response. If that wouldn’t work, nothing will at this point. With a heavy heart, I picked myself off the floor and proceeded down the hallway. As I was at least 4 feet from his door, I picked up a slow clicking sound; coming from behind me. I turned around so fast to see it was his door slowly opening. I walked back to the door; stopping just a foot away to see Luci finally standing in front of the now opened door after so long. He looked a mess; his hair was pointing in many different directions with his clothes was a very loose fitting white shirt; paired with grey sweatpants. It was hanging off his small waist showing the hem of his black boxer breifs. He definitely hasn’t slept very well due to the dark circles under his eyes. I felt so bad for him that this got him in such a state like this. But he finally made the decision to show himself, so I’m gonna help him the best I can to get him back on track.

(Luci’s P.O.V)

She was right! No matter how things are right now, my daughter still needs me! This entire year has been absolutely horrific for me. I still can’t believe that Lilith would do this to me. After everything we’ve been through; obviously meant nothing to her now. I would do anything for her, but I guess it wasn’t mutual. It still baffled me how Lilith’s best friend, (Y/N), would make it her personal mission to help me all this time. I guess in a way, she was hurt by Lilith as well since that was her best friend. Still she came to my door 3 times a day every day for an entire year. I couldn’t ask for a better friend than (Y/N); I’m definitely going to do better for me and my daughter!! “Thank you, (Y/N)….I appreciate you opening my eyes to what’s important.” She smiled as she offered to help me to get cleaned up, along with other self care stuff. She went through my drawers to pull out clean pair of my red and white silk pjs along with clean black boxers. She brings me to the bathroom; sitting me down as she starts the shower while setting up all the essentials. “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be out cleaning up the room and putting fresh sheets on your bed.” I smile at her “No problem.” she then takes her leave, shutting the door.

Finally stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist as I walk out the bathroom; drying my hair with a second towel. I look around to see my room being spotless for the first time and my bed neatly made. She really didn’t have to do this, but I greatly appreciated it nonetheless. I head to my bed; picking up the clean clothes as I put them on one by one. Finally brushing my hair, the door of my bedroom open with (Y/N) walking in with a tray with a 2 big plates full of pancakes. “How did you know pancakes was one of my favorite comfort foods?” She giggled as she places the tray on the night stand “I’ve noticed that when the servants brought you food; you always took the pancakes over anything else.” I smiled genuinely, grabbing a plate as I proceed to sit in the middle of my bed. (Y/N) grabs her plate as she joins me “Did you want to watch a movie while we eat?” I nodded; taking a bite of the pancakes “Sounds good to me! What should we watch?” She takes a minute to think about her answer; perking up as she got the perfect idea “OOOH! There’s this new comedy movie that just came out actually. We can watch that.” I chuckled; taking another bite “Sounds great!”

The movie was really funny surprisingly. I’ve never been one to watch too much TV since it really scrambles the brain, but I honestly need the distraction. But I didn’t expect the sudden romance between the main guy and his sister’s best friend. I thought she said this was a comedy, maybe she missed that somewhere when looking at the trailer maybe? “Isn’t this a comedy?” She looks at the movie confused, then pulls her phone up to look at the genre of the film. “Oooooh it’s a romantic comedy. I’m so sorry we can change it if you want.” I chuckle as I start waving my hands back and forth “No no no no no! It’s fine! I was just wondering is all.” She puts her phone away; bringing her plate back in her lap “Well ok then! As long as you’re comfortable.” She smiles at me as she pats my shoulder. We turn our attention back to the movie; shoveling another fork full of pancakes into our mouths.

Everything was going good until a certain scene started to unveil. Of course it was implied, but still felt very realistic. The main guy was getting very….intimate with the best friend. Touching and caressing her as they kissed passionately; slowly undressing each other. I clear my throat as I hook my finger into the collar of the silk pjs; pulling out to let some air down my shirt.

I guess she really didn’t know this was going to be in the movie. I glance over at her to see how she was holding up with this. Her cheeks were flushed as she stared wide eyed at the scene. She swallowed hard as I noticed a tiny shift with her crossed legs; trying to inch closer together. I had to look away for she almost caught me staring at her. I feel my cheeks start to heat up from embarrassment. I literally have only been divorced for only a year and here I am; getting flustered over a “intimate” scene while sitting next to (Y/N) being flustered as well. Maybe she should have changed the movie? This should feel wrong to be like this next to your ex wife’s best friend…….but it strangely felt……so right at the same time. What am I thinking?! I’ve been with Lilith for so long and now a year later of not being with her; something like this is making me all hot and bothered so easily?! Maybe I am a little touch deprived due to everything, and rightfully so. But should I feel like this when around (Y/N)? Wouldn’t it be considered betrayal? Well, not really if Lilith left me to begin with. Maybe it’s not so wrong. I mean….I kinda did find (Y/N)…..rather attractive. Maybe….even more than a little~ Maybe…..it wouldn’t hurt to……indulge~

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notafunkiller · 9 months

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sweet nothing

Summary: Bucky and you attend an awards show, but an interviewer makes sure to ruin your night before it even starts. The loss of your project makes you have a breakdown when you get home, and Bucky does his best to comfort you.

Pairing: director!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap (r is 24, Bucky is 36), teasing, dirty talk, language, pet names, fingering, oral sex (the reader receiving), clit play, come eating, a little metal arm kink, daddy kink, no condom (but they are both clean and the reader is on birth control), no mention of y/n

Word Count: 4.2K

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A/N: Bucky’s look is obviously inspired by Sebastian’s appearance at D23 Expo in 2022. Also, this happens a few months after the second part, in October.

An extra thank you to @marvelouslizzie and @lavenderhaze967 for being my beta readers and for the endless support.

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

You really can’t decide what to say. The remark came so unexpectedly, you were taken aback.

You don’t know how they knew about your vacation. The photos and some false info were spread all over the internet, and you found out only after you came back home.

You expected things to calm down from July until now, though, but they didn’t. They actually became worse and worse. But despite that, you didn’t even think you were going to get this type of comment tonight, especially since you announced you refuse to talk about your personal life. You should have known better… Bucky was right, you can never trust the press and you should never have expectations.

“Even though this has nothing to do with tonight and I said I won’t talk about anything related to my personal life multiple times...”

“I wasn’t-” The interviewer tries to interrupt you, surprised by your cold tone, but you don’t let her. If they want to speculate, then at least you can let it out now. They can do whatever they want after.

“To make things clear, Mr. Barnes is actually one of the most professional people I’ve ever worked with… one of the best: kind and supportive, and he always gives the best feedback.”

“Miss-”

You ignore her once again, raising your hand to stop her. “He is blunt, honest, and hasn’t been anything but professional the whole time. He made a massive contribution to the film industry and he’s been in the public eye for so long... If you had done your research, you’d have known how everyone, especially the women he worked with, talked and talk about him.” You take a deep breath, trying to keep your composure before you look straight at the camera. “Also, no, I did not sleep with him or anyone else to get any kind of role. Thank you!”

You don’t realize how much you’re shaking or how many tears you were holding back until you reach the bathroom. You’re thankful Bucky is inside already. He doesn’t deserve this shitty attitude, and you know he would have made a scene and stopped this on the spot if he’d witnessed it.

So you don’t tell Bucky about it, not wanting to give him bad vibes, especially since you know how he already feels about going to events in general. Your table is full when you get there: a part of the cast and the crew along with Bucky’s manager. Natasha couldn’t come this time, but you know everyone, so it’s better than you expected.

“Wine?” Bucky asks you softly, leaning in so only you can hear him.

“Later, please. I have a small headache.”

“Oh, no, baby.” He kisses your forehead as soon as you finish talking. “Do you need a pill?”

You love how he never hides or tries to keep his distance when you go out together. Maybe it’s nothing much after all, but you know how discreet he is, how much he values privacy, and it makes you truly feel a part of his life.

“Don’t worry, it will go away.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, yes.” You brush it off with a smile, and he nods, unsure, getting back in his chair properly.

You can’t let your emotions eat you alive, anger or nervousness... you just can’t. But it’s easier said than done because time passes so slowly until your categories are announced. Not even joking around with Bucky’s manager helps. She has such amazing vibes usually, but you are too deep in your thoughts to fully embrace them.

By the time the nominees in your category are announced, Bucky gets you all ice cream, making sure they put two spoons for you: one with chocolate and another with biscuits. It’s so delicious, but you instantly stop eating when the small video with a few of your scenes is projected. People around you clap loudly, but you can’t look around much, your cheeks so flushed when the camera stops on you again. Bucky even whistles using the index and middle fingers of his flash hand, which makes you giggle. He’s so cute!

“And the winner for Best Actress in a Drama is...”

It’s like the world stops for a second: the tension, the lack of air, the ringing in your ear... you can’t hear anything. But you can read body language and see everyone’s shoulders falling. You don’t dare to look at Bucky, only smiling in joy for whoever won and trying to hold back tears. Every woman on that list deserves it. They are all fantastic. You aren’t upset because someone else won. You just feel like a failure because you lost. It’s like you disappointed the people who care about you, who took a shot with you. Bucky... who saw something in you and risked it. You know how silly it is because he isn’t the type of person who would even think that, but you can’t just control the train of thoughts that keeps overwhelming you.

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

You still can’t look at your sweet, comforting Bucky. Fuck, such a crybaby... You just nod and take your spoon with your right hand so you can have more ice cream.

He better wins!

The movie loses shortly after you, and it’s your turn to comfort him. You don’t pay attention to the camera focusing on you or Lucas tapping on his arm in a consolation gesture when you turn your face toward him and kiss his cheek. “I’m sorry, bubba.”

He melts instantly under your touch. “Don’t be.”

But how can you not be? It makes your insides burn. This man you know so well professionally and personally deserves every fucking award this industry has. He is fantastic! The movie was fantastic, too.

The urge to cry takes over you the moment the winner of the best director category is announced, but it’s not Bucky. And you think he senses it because he squeezes your thigh gently to assure you. You…

You cannot believe this.

You have a bitter taste in your mouth for the rest of the night there, which is short since Bucky suggests leaving earlier. You hate awards ceremonies officially, too.

The car ride is no better. You find it harder and harder to hold back your tears, and the last thing you want is Bucky to see. He asked you if you were hungry, and asked you to stay over at his place. How could you say no? No, Bucky, I want to go home and cry angry and disappointed. You spend most of your nights at his house anyway, so it would make him worry. Especially since the distance to your apartment is longer.

You let a deep breath out when he closes the door, turning on the lights as you start to take off your shoes.

“Home sweet home.” He gives you a tired smile.

“Ihm. Finally.” You don’t trust your voice to say more than that and you let your bag and phone on the small table before going straight to the kitchen.

“Next time we’re invited, we ditch to watch a movie or something and make love.”

His words are enough to send you over the edge somehow. When you hear his footsteps closer, you instantly turn around to face the sink, grabbing the kitchen counter in an attempt to hold back the tears. But it’s so hard…

“Baby?”

Fuck, he’s so close.

“Bubba?”

And that’s all you need to burst into tears. But you’re not just crying, you are fully sobbing when you feel his arms wrapping around you.

“Bubba, breathe, please.” He rests his head on your shoulder, and you feel so naked, so bare in a way... Something you feared for so long. You are vulnerable in a way you only let your family see you, not even them maybe. It’s like you’re giving him access to your inner child. And it’s terrifying.

“I-I’m ss-sorry.” You are gasping for air between words, and this makes you feel even worse. You sound so pathetic.

“What are you sorry for, bubba? Focus on breathing, please.” Bucky’s voice is so calm and soothing, you almost let yourself fall into his arms. You can’t believe this safe sensation you feel. It’s shocking to you. You trust him to hold you and comfort you even when you look this deplorable.

“In and out.” You breathe in and out every time he says the words and it slowly becomes easier; the air doesn’t feel like it burns your lungs anymore.

You feel his kisses on the back of your head. “Good girl, perfect. Just like that.”

You open your eyes as soon as your body stops trembling and turn to him instantly. You probably look like a wet raccoon, but you don’t care. You hug him so tight you wonder if he can even breathe. But you can’t let go.

Bucky’s glad he took off his jacket since the zipper would have hurt your face.

“I’m right here, not going anywhere.”

“I’m ss-sorry,” you say weakly, taking a step back. “It’s just so unfair!”

His whole face softens even more. He understands... your first nominee and your first loss. This is never easy, especially for someone ambitious and talented.

“I know it hurts, but I promise you more will come, and they will finally give you the awards you deserve. You were amazing.” He takes your hands into his and brings them to his mouth.

“It’s not about me!”

“What?”

“You deserved to win!” You can’t control the anger in your voice. “This movie, the whole concept, the team... Maybe it’s because of the way I-”

“Stop right there! You have nothing to blame yourself for. And you don’t have to feel bad for me, okay, bubba?” His mouth finds your forehead. “Of course, it bothers me a little, but these awards come and go. Sure, some bring more opportunities, but I don’t give a fuck about it. You were a fantastic lead. You are fantastic! But I promise you, you will get more awards because you deserve them. I was mad for you. Don’t worry about me, alright?”

“But you deserve it!”

“It’s just an award, baby. I am proud of this project and of everyone who was a part of it, especially you. It wasn’t easy and it was emotionally draining.”

He wipes your face, and you curse. You should have worn waterproof mascara.

“I just don’t...”

“Don’t ever blame yourself again.” He pauses. “Actually, you will because you can’t control that, it’s not a switch. What I mean is don’t try to hide from me, don’t let the thoughts overwhelm you before talking to me. Or someone... anyone: your sister, your mom, Natasha. I just want you to know I am here for you.” He kisses your lips shortly. “I got you, and you got me.”

He barely has time to finish his sentence before you grab his face and kiss him, your tongue immediately licking his bottom lip. It’s something about the way he reacted, about his permanent attitude and the way he looks that makes you dizzy. So dizzy that you easily switch from feeling anger and fear to sexual desire.

You keep kissing him until you two can’t breathe anymore. He’s so sweet, so good. You can’t help it...

“I want to suck your cock.”

He opens his eyes instantly.

“What?”

“Want to take you inside my mouth. Now.” You repeat with such urgency that his shock is increasing.

“Wait, you don’t have to-”

But his words die as your hands are already on his belt, taking it off in seconds. When it loudly hits the floor, you unzip the pants, dragging them down along with his boxers with force. So much force he gasps.

“Please, daddy.”

You drop to your knees in seconds, making sure to properly grab the base before leaning in to kiss his wet head.

“Jesus!”

He has to grab the kitchen counter behind you to stand still.

“Just me.” You smirk a little and take more of his cock inside your mouth. He’s getting harder little by little. When you start to move your hand , though? He finally gets in his usual horny mood, understanding you really want this.

“Fuck, look at you! On your knees just for me. So needy!”

You moan, bringing your left hand to his balls as you start to bob your head. You just want him to come.

“Baby, please. Fuck me!” He groans, and you suddenly feel your hair getting pulled hard as if he’s trying to get you away from his cock. You stop sucking just to snap:

“Why are you taking my cock from me?”

“Because it wants to be inside my pussy.”

You snort.

He helps you stand up and kisses you without any worry. You moan when you feel his hands on your breasts, then to your sides, and before you can even say anything, you hear the sound of the material ripping.

“Hurry up!” You complain, waiting for him to finish undressing you as you keep kissing his neck.

Your bra and underwear are next and you can’t believe how free you feel.

“You are so fucking beautiful!”

“Need you, please...”

He nods, immediately lifting you in his arms, and you don’t stop kissing him until your back hits the bed.

“How do you want me?” You ask, and he frowns.

“What do you mean?”

“Position, Bucky.” You try to clean your face with the back of your hand as you wait for his answer.

“We can start like this.” He gets between your legs and lifts them on his shoulders. His hair is messy, all over his forehead, and you giggle, brushing it away from his eyes.

You’re so wet he gets inside you in one movement, and you both moan. The fullness is so good, you arch your back. Sex with Bucky will never get boring, you are sure of it. He’s a perfect combination between caring, desperate, and curious.

“Bucky!”

“Yes, bubba, I’m here.” He kisses you as he starts to thrust. “I’m right here.”

Your legs are wrapped around his ass, pushing him inside you harder every time he pulls almost completely out.

“God, I love your cock so much!”

“Just that?” He pouts, making you laugh. He’s a baby and a daddy at the same time.

“I love you, bubba, you know that.”

“And I” thrust “want” thrust “to hear” thrust “it again and again.”

“Fuck.” You close your eyes, turning your face to the side without realizing.

“Eyes on me, doll. Eyes on daddy.”

“It’s hard...” you cry out, even more turned on by him calling himself your daddy. It fits him so much!

“Fine.” He uses his metal arm to turn you around on your tummy.

“Bucky!” You scream because of the sudden movement and the empty feeling since he pulled out.

“Hands and knees since you don’t want to look at me.”

You shake your head, amused, but you get in the position, raising your ass as much as you can. You love when he fucks you like this. Everything feels deeper, and there’s no distance despite the fact you can’t properly see him or kiss him. “So dramatic of you.”

You flinch without realizing when you feel his palm connecting with your ass cheeks.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, no.” You quickly assure him, looking up when you hear his worried tone. He never spanks you too hard, and the amount of strength he uses makes you enjoy it. It always makes you wet. “Just didn’t expect it.”

“Good.” He kisses your forehead. “Ready?”

“Hurry!”

He quickly gets inside you as soon as you finish speaking, and you gasp. It takes your breath away, but you can’t help but wiggle your ass. His hands grab your hips and he finally starts to literally pound you just the way you both enjoy it. His cold metal fingers feel so good.

“B-Bucky!”

“Do you love it, baby?” You hear him, but you don’t understand how he expects you to answer. You can’t even breathe properly.

“Ihm.”

“Fuck, you’re so wet around me. I love you so much.”

You try to tell him you love him back, but the words are so distorted you give up.

You’re close already.

“Are you gonna come for me? Are you gonna be a good girl and let go? Make daddy prouder?”

And just like that, you come. You don’t hear anything anymore: you can’t distinguish the words, only his voice. You feel so good, so light, that you don’t realize the wave of tears that hits you.

Bucky smiles, knowing these are from so much pleasure, and doesn’t continue to thrust much until he comes inside you. You moan again, encouraging him to fill you. To give you as much come as he has.

“Yes, yes. Please, need your come.” And you know he loses his mind every time you do that. “Please, daddy.”

A few seconds later, you feel him move his hands.

“Fuck me, baby, this was incredible.”

You nod, trying to find your words again.

“Yes, it... it was.” He helps you turn around after he gets out of you and groans.

“You look so fucking good! Perfect to eat right now.”

He makes you laugh before you slowly kiss him, moaning when your tongues find each other. There is something unique about the way he uses that mouth.

“I mean it. Gonna eat you now, ok?”

It’s the only warning you get before your head drops to the bed again and his is between your legs. His shoulders are broad enough to keep your legs extra spread, and you try to keep your eyes open just to enjoy the sight.

But it’s hard. His tongue on your clit then at your entrance, licking and eating his own come combined with yours makes you so weak you have to grab his hair to have a focus point other than his mouth.

“Jamesss.”

Your hips move uncontrolled toward his mouth as soon as you feel him slowing down. He tries to keep your back on the bed by pushing your tummy down with his metal arm, but it’s impossible. The coldness on your skin makes you cry even more.

“Fuck, fuck, Bucky, please...”

You can’t believe how close you are again, but his tongue is always great. You don’t remember a single time he didn’t make you come like this.

You gasp when he moves his tongue up to your clit quickly, which you did not expect. Even though you should have... you should have expected him to bring two metal fingers to your mouth and command you to suck them, then to push them inside you at once as he sucks on your clit. And sucks. And sucks. And when he takes it between his teeth, grazing it just enough, you come.

You don’t even realize you are screaming, the pleasure so overwhelming you can’t think even for a second. And he doesn’t stop, he keeps using his tongue and fingers until you have to beg him to.

You’re trembling, absolutely consumed when he moves up to kiss you.

“Fuck, we taste so good, doll.”

You kiss him again, making sure to lick his lips before he opens his mouth. You taste amazing together, indeed.

“Yes.”

“Good. Are you feeling better now?”

“I can’t feel my body,” you say before laughing.

“Are you sore?”

You touch his face. “I feel well fucked, daddy, don’t worry.”

His face is priceless every time you call him that. It’s funny how a big man like him gets red so easily. You never get over this.

“You and that… name.”

You pinch his chin immediately, stroking his hair. “As if you don’t enjoy it.”

“I do. Look what you did to me!” He shakes his head in a disapproving way, and you feel happy. He makes everything lighter... easier for you. He learned when and how to push you, and it helps that you have a similar sense of humor.

“I’m better now, thank you. It’s just so unfair because you are a wonderful director.”

“Just director?”

You giggle, seeing his pouty mouth. “And writer.”

“And?”

“And?” You raise your eyebrow.

“What else?”

“I don’t-” You burst into laughter when you feel his hands tickling you. “Stop! Stop! F-fine! Best... best boyfriend.”

“What? Didn’t hear you.”

You roll your eyes. He’s so predictable sometimes.

“B-best boyfriend in the world. Now stop! You’re so unfair!”

“Alright.” He gives you a boyish grin, which makes him look so young. His smile never changed from what you saw. His childhood pictures, his college ones... he kept it and it makes him so adorable.

“I love you, old man.”

“Not this again.” He fake puffs before kissing you. “I love you, too.”

You wake up with a few notifications and a message from Bucky telling you he’s gone to do some grocery shopping. You were wondering why the house was silent. Even when he wakes up earlier than you and tries to be silent, there is a low sound from the TV or his music player.

What you don’t expect is to have thousands of DMS and following requests as soon as you open your Instagram.

You don’t understand at first, still sleepy and hungry, until you scroll through your feed and see Bucky’s post. You almost drop your phone.

There are two photos. The first is only with you, but you don’t remember when he took it. You’re not looking at the camera, staring at the sunset, so it’s clear he took it without you knowing. He’s had this for months... and he never showed it to you. God, you miss Italy!

When you swipe to the next pic, one with both of you as he’s biting your cheek, you laugh. You were being so silly that day. Your fourth date... He was ready to eat your whole face and he didn’t want to take no for an answer, so you started to bite and suck his chin in return. It was the first time you spent the night at his house. It feels like years ago...

Then your eyes finally drop to the description and you start crying a little.

I already won the best award that exists a few months ago❤️ Thank you for your support!

You notice he turned off the comments, but many common friends liked the post.

Fuck, that means you are officially together everywhere. Wow.

You can’t believe what you woke up to. You two never kept your relationship a secret, but you preferred being discreet. You are aware of how this looks from the outside, both of you do, but does it matter? At the end of the day, the people you care about know the truth, you work hard to get jobs, and that’s enough.

You immediately open your gallery and choose a couple of photos with you and him, then just with him: hugging, Bucky kissing your cheek, him making dance moves, his face up close... some random pics you love.

You choose to use only a red heart as your caption at first, but before you publish, you add a few words because it doesn’t feel enough and even tag him on your boobs.

What a view: @jbuckybarnes #photosdump

Happily, you let the comments on and look for a certain short video you absolutely adore from your vacation: he has his head on your lap, napping soundlessly while you run your hand through his hair. His face might not be visible, but it’s clear it’s him. His shoulders, his moles, and his hair...

You remember how he groaned and whined every time you stopped touching his curls, bringing your hand back to his head.

“Bubba, more...”

Smiling, you tag him in a small font, choosing a color to fit the yacht floor, and post it.

The next fifteen minutes you spend in the bathroom, taking a shower, doing your routine, and changing into some clothes you left here the last time.

“Baby?” You jump when you hear Bucky in the bedroom all of a sudden, but you don’t let the shock hold you back from jumping on him.

He catches you, thankfully, and holds you by the ass as you kiss him all over his face and neck before stopping on his lips. Your tongue finds his and you moan in his mouth shortly after, making him groan, too.

“Good morning!”

“I love you,” you whisper, resting your head on his chest.

“I love you, too. Didn’t want to leave before you woke up, but we needed breakfast.”

“Can’t believe you did that.”

“What?” He asks genuinely confused.

“You know what!” You say, words muffled by the material of his T-shirt. You are surprised how this small normal thing made you so happy you can burst.

“Ah.” He realizes, leaning in a bit to kiss your hair. “I should have done it ages ago.”

You really hate how he tends to take the full blame when it’s not the case. “We then... but now it’s the perfect timing.”

“Yes, the perfect timing.” He carries you around until you are both back in bed.

The breakfast can wait, so can you to see his reaction when he finds your posts.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #celebrity!bucky barnes #director!bucky barnes #daddy!bucky barnes #sebastisn stsn #bucky barnes fluff #my fanfics #my stories #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes x reader smut

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Adventure Arc: A Song on a Silent Night

Before we begin I’d like to get personal for a moment. About a year ago I decided I was going to step away from this blog as a daily format and only post when I was really inspired to. It was a drastic step, but one I had to make because I was so burnt out and so deep in seasonal depression that I was on the edge of having a breakdown. Ironically, it was this specific adventure arc that did it for me, as I felt pressured to make something for the holiday season but literally couldn't get words on the page. Taking a break turned out to be the best thing for me. This past year has been great and I’ve actually had enough energy to not only do the projects that are important to me, but to also improve my writing. My partner and I have written a narrative podcast and we’re shopping it around to producers at the moment, I couldn’t be more excited. (BTW if you happen to be in the business, give me a shout) In many ways it’s very cathartic to come back and finish this adventure. I’d even say it was easy, since I didn’t have the pressure I self imposed because I thought I needed it to write. I just wanted to say: Take care of yourselves friends. Nurture yourself and good art will follow. I am so thankful to have you all as my audience and I hope you know that no matter how bleak the season gets it’s an absolute joy to write for you.

It’s the coldest night of the year, and despite all the lights on in town no one is home. They have been snatched from their beds and their hearthsides by a sinister song that carries on the wind and has spirited them off to another world. Our heroes must follow, and in order to get their friends and family back they must lay siege to the sorrowful heart of winter itself.

Find out what led to these events, and their outcome, below the cut.

Into: Some weeks before the disappearances begin, the party are sent into the cold to check on a missing mail shipment, only to end up clashing against a group of hobgoblins intent on ruining the holiday season. From there, acts that might be construed as harmless planks escalate into outright malice as it becomes clear the hobs are disappearing townsfolk, working off some sort of list given to them by an unknown villain.

Adventure Hooks:

If you’re running this adventure arc as part of a longer campaign, consider previewing the hob’s lair long before the villains every arrive, an old ruin where fey and witches are said to revel during the new moon. Having a low level party venture out to the ruins for a test of bravery only to return months later as veteran heroes will show them just how far they’ve grown.

From deadly pranks to highway robbery, each act of malicious mischief committed by the goblins is accompanied by a list of names and seemingly innocuous offenses, evidently ripped off a far larger list in possession of their leader. The party are likely to collect more than a few scraps of these over the course of their journeys, and will be surprised when they begin to form together, laying out a series of disappearances that stretches back some years.

The goblins’ leader Klatterbell was having such a nice time in the mortal realm before the party got involved. As a hob-knight in service to an archfey of sorrow and frost, the material plane was practically a balmy vacation destination compared to his patron’s foreboding frozen realm. This led to Klatterbell slacking off on his task of collecting mortals and develop aspirations of becoming a sort of yuletide bandit lord. Aspirations the party can’t help but thwart when they riad Klatterbell’s fortress and set the captives free. The fight can end either two ways, either the party is defeated, captured, and banished through the portal to the frozen realm of the bleakfather, or the party is victorious, and as his last act Klatterbell rips a horn from his belt and plays a haunting and mounrful note that will be picked up by the wind and transformed into a haunting tune.

Returning home from defeating the goblins and rescuing the captives, the party find the town deserted, the strange music unleashed by Klatterbell’s horn echoing in the roar of an approaching winter storm. With their rescued townsfolk in toe, the party will begin to explore the eerily empty town, discovering that the inhabitants seemingly got up from what they were doing and walked into the cold, proceeding enmass to the edge of the settlement where the snow erases their footprints. It’s at that point that the frost giants attack, walking out of the enroaching storm like it was a curtain between worlds. They’re here to mop up any townsfolk where were not swept up by the enchanting song and whisked away to the feywild, and maybe do some looting while they’re at it.

Regardless of how it shakes out, the party will have to assail the realm of the Bleakfather, battling their way through a boreal wind that will seek to rip all warmth and joy from their bodies. The only way of getting through this storm is to think back on the moments of joy and light they’ve experienced through their adventures: the festivals, the little kindnesses, the gifts, the pranks, the games, the songs, their friends: These things will lend them strength when the cold and the dark creep in to swallow them… battling their way up the mountain, to rescue the townsfolk and perhaps defeat the archefey himself.

Future Adventures:

It wasn’t only the party’s neighbors that were taken captive by the bleakfather, scores of innocents from across the realms were taken by the frostgiants as thralls, all living out their indenture over the feywild’s timeless years. Hospitality will hold for the winter, but come spring the heroes will need to set off to find these people a place to live.

With their slaves stolen and their fortress breached, the ice giants will scatter, some returning in months or years later at the head of raiding parties as they too seek a new home. While some may be hesitant to give up their supremacy and seek to subdue the locals wherever they go, others may wish to live only in peace.

#wintertide #Adventure Compendium #winter #giant

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The Fight Before Christmas (part 1) - oneshot.

Summary: A series of unfortunate events and a breakdown in communication lead to trouble for Henry and his girlfriend…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: angst, some fluff, relationship difficulties/argument, mention of minor injury/blood, dialogue heavy, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2642

A/N: Hi folks, this is the most I’ve written in forever, if I have time I’ll try and upload the second part before Christmas. Don’t worry, all will be revealed and all is not lost for the pair! As ever, let me know your thoughts! - R x

My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

The Fight Before Christmas (part 1) - oneshot.

"Wow, look at you." She looked up from the handbag she'd been searching through, tucking her newly curled hair behind her ear as she did so.

"Yeah? You think I look nice?"

"You look bloody stunning, I've always loved that dress on you." She automatically smoothed the silk fabric over her thighs and grimaced slightly. Henry smiled sadly as he bent to kiss her forehead. He'd never known a woman so beautiful yet completely unconvinced of it.

"Well I don't know about stunning, but hopefully it'll do the job." Henry swallowed.

You know you still haven't told me what today is all about…"

"What? Oh, just a couple of meetings followed by a presentation." She was chucking everything but the kitchen sink into her bag while going through God knows how many more mental checklists.

"Will you be meeting your new boss? Here, have some coffee… do you want toast?"

"Thanks but I can't, I'm already late. Don't worry about dinner, I won't be back in time. Good luck for today darling." She quickly scooped everything into her arms, stopping only to give him a brief kiss on the cheek.

"Wait, hang on! Let me drive you, and you've got to have something to eat." Henry was already pouring the coffee from her favourite mug into a thermos instead.

"I'm fine, and you need to stay here or you won't get back in time."

"Well you'll only be two squares over from my team's office, perhaps we could meet for lunch?" He followed her into the hallway as she began frantically searching for her keys.

"Darling I won't have time, now go get ready or you'll be late as well."

"Wait!"

"What?! For God's sake, I don't have time for this today!" It was only then that she saw the concern in Henry’s eyes. "What is it, darling?" He bit his lip.

"It's nothing, really. I just wanted to know if you're okay with me discussing us in my interview today…" She stared at him for a moment before twisting off her promise ring and placing it on the sideboard. Henry had noticed her fidgeting with it on and off for the past week.

"Yes, that's fine. Just be mindful of what you say."

"Of course… and why have you taken your ring off?' She turned around, her hand still gripping the front door.

"What? Oh, it's been rubbing a bit. Think it needs resizing. Right, can I go now?" He shifted awkwardly.

"Yeah, it’s just…" Henry sighed and rubbed his brow. She crossed her arms, growing more and more impatient. "It's nothing, have a good day darling." She smiled briefly, gave him a quick kiss, and shot out the door.

Henry did his best to get through the rest of the day, but his mind kept replaying the events of that morning. He'd tried texting her but her phone was turned off. In truth, he felt things had been somewhat off between them since he gave her the promise ring. It hadn't helped that he'd then spent the last month doing back-to-back press. Against his better judgement, he'd also looked up her new boss. His LinkedIn profile was typically distinguished but didn't reveal what he ultimately needed to know. Unfortunately, his Instagram did nothing to reassure him. In fact, it made his stomach drop. Picture after picture showed the tall, handsome stranger on plenty of exciting trips without a girlfriend in sight. A man like him could give a woman the one thing he couldn't - stability.

***

It was gone 11 pm by the time she trudged through the front door. She sighed when she heard Henry calling from the kitchen. All she wanted was some time alone to gather her thoughts. "There you are gorgeous girl, I was starting to get worried…" He kissed her a bit too hard on the lips as she dumped all of her stuff onto the counter.

"Sorry, you know what the traffic's like. How was your interview?" She wasted no time in opening a bottle of wine and grabbing the largest glass she could find.

"Yeah, went pretty well… but I'm more interested in your day. How did it go?" She'd already sunk her first glass and was pouring herself a second.

"Fine. I'm tired though, gunna go for a quick bath."

"Hang on, don't you want something to eat?" Henry eyed her worriedly as she downed her second glass and resigned simply to take the rest of the bottle with her.

"Thanks but I'm not really hungry."

"Well, don't drink in the bath if you're tired. It's not safe." She huffed and turned to exit the kitchen. "Hey, wait a minute. I was just concerned, that's all. What's going on?" She sighed again as he spun her around.

"Nothing, everything's fine."

"And that's the second time you've said as much. Come on, I'll make you something to eat and you can tell me all about it." She shoved Henry's hands from her shoulders.

"I've already said I don't want anything. Now please leave me be, I'm exhausted."

"Fine, I was only trying to help. You'd go bloody mental if I sunk half a bottle of wine the minute I got home."

"What are you talking about? No I wouldn't, and I've only had two glasses for God's sake!" He crossed his arms.

"Don't get angry at me, I'm not the one being secretive."

"What do you mean?"

"Well here you are all dressed up, right after he calls you at home and you spend an hour flirting with him!" She stared at Henry confused. "Your new boss!" The penny finally dropped.

"Oh for fuck's sake, he's new to the company… he was calling everyone! And I have to schmooze him a bit but if you think that's flirting, God help me!"

"Well excuse me, but I wasn't the one dressed to the nines for a day in the office! And why were you back so late? Going for drinks no doubt?" She was about to blow her top.

"Well if you'd actually listened know-all, you'd know it wasn't just a 'day in the office.' I was giving an important presentation. And who the hell are you to question me?! You literally get paid to kiss, pretend to have sex with and God knows what else with other women! That's when you're not spending the rest of your time talking about yourself. Now, get out of my way." But he stepped between her and the kitchen doorway.

"No, wait. Why didn't you tell me you were uncomfortable with that part of my job?" She returned to the counter and propped herself against it, wearily massaging her head.

"I'm not uncomfortable with it. To be honest, I'm not worried about you flirting on set or even if… it goes beyond that. I mean I can't pretend the latter isn't hurtful, but I'd rather be pragmatic." Henry's stomach turned to water.

"Oh my God… you're cheating on me with him aren't you?!"

"What?!"

"It's why you've been distant, taken your ring off… how long's it been going on?!"

"Don't you raise your voice at me! And nothing is going on between me and my boss for fuck's sake! As for the ring, don't try and convince me you didn't want us to get married just for the sake of it…"

"What on earth are you on about?!" She straightened herself up, one hand still gripping the wine bottle.

"Oh please, that's why you wanted to talk about me in your interview. You're nearly forty and we've been together for years. It looks bad on you if we're still unmarried, like you’re the one who refuses to take that step!"

"Oh my God, do you know how ridiculous that sounds?! And don't try to distract from the fact you just permitted me to cheat! How dare you even suggest that's what I get up to?! For God's sake, you've visited me on sets and been around the people who work with me. But I'm an actor, right? So I'm automatically an arsehole. You wanna see my phone? Here." He slid it across the counter.

"… What's that meant to prove?" Henry stared at her dumbfounded. "Look, I really can't do this tonight. I'm not cheating, that I can assure you. Now please let me go." She tried and failed to push past him.

"No. We're partners, we're supposed to work through stuff together. Why can't you just tell me what's going on?"

"Because as I've kept saying, I'm tired and need some space."

"Oh please, you know I'm more than happy to give you that. But we both know you won't come to me tomorrow, the day after, or the day after that. All you do is bury everything and hope it goes away!" She rolled her eyes and took another swig of wine, yanking the bottle back when Henry tried to take it from her.

"Just stop it, alright? Not everything can be fixed. I appreciate the support, I really do, but I'm not a child. If I tell you I can manage by myself, it's because I can.

"And what's that supposed to mean? You know I want to share in whatever's troubling you. Or do you just not want to tell me because you think I won't help?

"Henry, I'm begging you. Please stop."

"No! Because this is exactly what I'm talking about, stop trying to make this about me when it's really about us." He rubbed his forehead, muttering something under his breath, "God it's getting out of control…"

"What is?!"

"Your trust issues!" Her eyebrows shot up.

"Oh my God Henry, I don't have trust issues!"

"Yes, you do! I mean I’m obviously not doing a brilliant job reassuring you, but it's like you can't accept that I genuinely love you. It's why you wouldn't marry me!"

"… That's it, I'm leaving."

"What? Don't be stupid, where do you expect to go at this time of night?!”

"Well, I'm not gunna stay here and keep pandering to your fucking ego!" She slammed the bottle down onto the counter, accidentally smashing it apart. All Henry could see was the blood now spilling out everywhere.

"Oh God, what did you do?! Is there glass in it? No, don't pull it out! Oh my God, let me see it, now."

"Henry, I'm fine--" but he'd already cupped her hand with a clean tea towel and was turning it towards the overhead light.

"Shh, move your fingers for me. Okay, it looks like there's no nerve damage but that cut won't stop bleeding. Come on, I'll take you to get it stitched. Just let me grab some more towels." She whipped her hand back, wrapped the already blood-soaked towel around it, and made for the stairs.

"What are you doing?! There isn't a hotel for miles, besides its nearly midnight and ten below out there!" She'd managed to heave a small suitcase onto their bed one-handed. Henry slammed it shut. "For God's sake stop it, you're not leaving!"

"Why not? You're quick enough to leave me." He backed away, shocked at the spite in her voice.

"… Then I won't, and I won’t ever again if you don't want me to." She scoffed.

"Yeah, well, that's easy to promise when you know I'd never let you do such a thing." Henry caught her by the uninjured hand just as she finished chucking clothes into the case.

"Now you listen to me, you're all I've ever wanted and will ever need. Whatever's going on, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."

"That's just it, though. Nothing can be done. Things are what they are." His heart started thumping.

"So that's it, is it? You're just going to walk out on me, on us?!" She sighed and automatically gripped the towel around her other hand.

"I didn't say that, did I?! But right now I need some time to think."

"Please. Please, don't do this." Henry rushed to her side of the bed as tears began streaming down her face.

"No, get off me. Please, just get away from me!"

"For God's sake, what the hell's happened? Did someone hurt you?!"

"What?! No!"

"Well then can you at least tell me why you're prepared to walk out of here and fucking destroy me?!"

"I'm sorry Henry, but everything's too much right now and I can't cope with any more!" She sunk down on the edge of the bed and sobbed piteously. He crouched down in front of her and spoke gently as he stroked the top of her knees.

"Look at me, darling. We'll talk more when you're ready, but you need to stay here tonight where you'll be safe and I can look after you. If you still want to leave, I'll take you anywhere you want first thing tomorrow, okay? Now let me clean you up…" Henry lifted her from the bed and attempted another look at her hand. She wiped more tears from her face, gave him one last kiss, and stroked his cheek. She then fled the room before she broke down any further. Henry had never run after her so quickly. "Ollie?! Oh, God… Ollie! Ollie don't do this!" But it was too late, a taxi had already pulled out of the driveway.

***

Q: So we've discussed what's next for you career-wise but I was wondering how that impacts you personally. How do you think you've managed to juggle your relationship alongside the demands of what you do? Most actors aren't quite as successful…

A: I mean, this will always be a pretty bizarre life. I'm either being told whatever I want to hear or ripped to shreds. There's no baseline, no real normality. But that's what I have with my partner. She's my safe person.

Q: It must be hard though, I mean no relationship is perfect?

A: I'd say ours is pretty close. I'm not the easiest man to be with, add in what I do and she could easily have run for the hills a long time ago. To be honest I never really saw myself settling down. Not because I didn't want to, but because I didn't think I'd find someone willing to put up with it all indefinitely.

Q: I imagine having such an involved fanbase doesn't help?

A: It's just par for the course these days. Social media's changed a lot of things. But most fans are respectful of the fact we'd rather live that part of our lives privately. I mean she's a real person with a real job, the consequences of her attending premieres, etc. are not what they are for me. It's why she'd rather keep away from that side of things.

Q: It seems there are two schools of thought, yours and the one which says it's better to have everything out in the open so as to not inadvertently fan the flames. It must be tempting to want to set the record straight at times?

A: To be honest, I couldn't really give a shit. I'm nearly forty. No matter what I or the people around me say or do, there will always be those jumping to the wrong conclusions and spreading bollocks. But I'll still be coming home to her and enjoying our life together.

Q: And what will that future look like in the longer term?

A: More of the same, hopefully. We're very happy with things as they are.

Q: You do seem very settled and content.

A: That's because I am. I'll never lose sight of the fact I'm a very, very lucky man. Every day I get to do what I always dreamed of, then go home to the person I love above all else. What more could I possibly want?

To be continued…

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I am going to take a break from milgramblr

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ok now how do I start. Im going to take a break from tumblr for about a week. Things have been absolutely awful for me here since the very beginning of 2024, even if it may not look that way at times.

to retell the situation it happened with the new years gartic phone game, where someone made a prompt about a ship that made me heavily uncomfortable. To put it loosely it reminded me of an extremely bad experience with a fandom a few years ago when I called out a ship for being creepy and having a huge age gap but I was constantly dogpiled and harassed. It was probably the worst experience I’ve had on the internet and to this day I get really scared of people hating on me and I apologise for everything likely stemming back from the situation.

I tried to persist with the game but I got really upset and left. I expressed on my blog how uncomfortable I felt about the whole situation. Then this one person, who’s a prominent figure in the Milgramblr community, I won’t name them but I think you’ll know who, replied on my post saying that “it’s ok because…” in such an awful tone. It’s hard to explain but basically it felt really bad as they completely dismissed my feelings about the situation just to justify their creepy ship. And even worse, they way they responded was EXACTLY the same way that everyone else responded back in to at old fandom. At the point to I’d much prefer hate and harassment over that false positive attitude.

I freaked out and immediately blocked them and basically went into a panic attack. I was freaking out on my blog and just to make things worse I saw a post praising them and things got so bad. It was the start of the new year and I was on holiday and was supposed to do a bunch of things but because of that situation I was bedridden and couldn’t stop crying. I had so many nightmares about everyone here turning on me and the original incident and I still have them.

the way the person reacted to my situation was absolutely awful. After my breakdown they immediately went to their blog and started posting about how the ships good and you should praise it completely disregarding everything that happened. I’ve always been uncomfortable with them but this pushed me over the edge. And later on I got in contact with someone who was (presumably) trying to help me and we decided to see if that person could make an apology. But they took way to long to even think they gave any attention to the situation and the apology itself didn’t feel that genuine.

This person was still posting about it and didn’t change their pfp and title despite how bad it was to me and they did not do anything at all. Again I’m not naming anyone but I highly recommend you do not support them anymore. I said I’m going to be leaving for a while but if you want clarification on who it is you can just ask, I’ll check my stuff tomorrow morning before I completely shut off for the week.

I don’t know who it was but there was even a throwaway account hating on me and saying awful things. I didn’t care that much as things had already gotten so bad for me that I didn’t care about the opinion of an anon. But like I said, the sickly positive response that person gave was way worse than actual hate.

and that’s only one part of the story. Another thing happened much more recently with the person I mentioned who was trying to help me. They were the first person I followed on Milgramblr and the person who inspired me to join and make all these theories, so with this and them helping me I really looked up to them. It was a few days ago I think but they posted something on their account about that person and wanting attention to them. I expressed my uncomfortable feelings about the situation and they didn’t do anything about it. Instead they decided to KEEP POSTING about it, like constantly and me getting more upset at the situation and how they responded made it clear that they didn’t care at all. I blocked them and we were mutuals for a while.

It’s been a month and I’m still suffering very badly. I’m not constantly crying as I was when it first happened but it still pains me. I’ve been feeling incredibly distressed on this sight knowing that the original person hasn’t done anything about it and they’re still very close. No matter how much I block them or blog tags I still see them in reblogs or bought up. I had to exclude anything relating to the earbuds collab from my milgram archives as it gives me back really bad memories to the pfps involved. I just can’t feel safe in this place anymore and especially that no matter how I feel, nothing has changed since when it happened and no one’s even actually trying to help me or change things.

I’ve just been feeling so bad that I’ve been going days without eating. Just because I can’t be bothered to get out of bed. The only solace for me is sleep but even that’s not good enough as I might have nightmares and I often feel much more tired afterwards. Things are changing for me as I actually have to get up and do something now and it’s surprisingly going kinda well, but that has nothing to do with this situation.

just to note I will be continuing my milgram archives series, I’ve scheduled quite a few posts for this week so they’ll keep going. For me I’ll completely cut off all activity for this week, and may return on Wednesday.

it’s just. I hate how nothings changed. I want something to happen but no one’s helping

#I don’t know how many people will see this #i don’t even know if people will care about this #perhaps I just come back and everything’s the fucking same #I’ve been considering leaving the fandom because of this and I guess this would be to see what’s it’s like #If it’s better to stay or to leave #I’ve blocked so many people from this situation it’s hard to believe #people I thought I could trust…#To say it once again #If you know the person I’m referring to please unfollow them and don’t support them #I can tell you if you ask for a while #And just seeing all the praise the fandom got with people saying the fandom is such a nice and wholesome space is sickening #It was right after what happened and it’s just awful seeing people say that like they don’t care about what happened #They even started a minecraft server which I wanted to join #But avoided like the plague when I realised it was the person who started the original prompt #There was also a thing that happened recently where someone drew all their mutuals as cats #I ended up seeing that person in one of the cats and knowing that they followed them I instantly unfollowed #The cat pfps just make me so uncomfortable as it constantly reminds of the situation #It sounds stupid because it is but I’m at the point where any little reminder can set me off #But it’s not as bad as the collab pfps which I just can’t look at anymore #Although it’s only with a few characters that really make me feel that the art style in general just gives bad memories #To what I said earlier I don’t know anything about the person the originally made the prompts stand on this #I don’t know if they’re purposely ignoring me I don’t know if they even have no idea this is happening but I’m worried #I’ve also had experiences with a bunch of people I used to follow blocking me #And I’ve talked about it here but no one pays attention

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scheodingers-muppet · 4 months

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reputation (stranger things version) let’s go

…Ready For It? - jancy. the whole “i’ve known i wanted you since we first met” kinda vibe really fits them i think. “some boys are trying too hard, he don’t try at all though. younger than my ex’s but he acts like such a man” sorry steve. “knew i was a robber first time that he saw me. stealing hearts and running off” nancy is really the only character we see *multiple* people crushing on. steve and jonathan, of course, but also dustin, fred, arguably robin.

End Game - steddie. “you and me, we got big reputations” king steve and the freak, two sides of some big reputations. “i got some big enemies” being hated by the school and town and the literal upside down. “in rumors, i’m knee deep” “i’ve made mistakes…but something was born on the forth of july” steve’s huge character arch we see in season 3, over the summer.

I Did Something Bad - nancy. shes realms the only one i can see for this one. the confidence and bad-ass of it really only fits her

Don’t Blame Me - steve. why? because i said so. i fully believe he loves VERY deeply. why? because. i said so.

Delicate - steddie, from eddie’s pov. “my reputations never been worse so, you must like me for me” literal manhunt for him and steve’s making googoo eyes at him. “dark jeans and your nikes” is so steve coded. “i know that it’s delicate” not only is eddie wanted for murder, but also, steve’s reputation would be very delicate; even been friends with eddie could make him a target

Look What You Made Me Do: el. “the role you made me play of the fool” and being used in vecna’s plan. “i got smarter, i got harder in the nick of time” “i don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me” her trust has ben broken so many times and shes had to fight tooth and nail for the trust in her now “the old taylor can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh, because she’s dead” paralleled to el coming back at the end of season 2 completely changed

So It Goes… - jancy, from nancy’s pov. “we breakdown a little, but when you get me alone, it’s so simple” “you know i’m not a bad girl but, i’ll do bad things with you”

Gorgeous: ronance, from nancy’s pov. “i got a boyfriend, he’s older than us.” “you’re so cool, it makes me hate you so much.” and “i’m furious at you for making me feel this way” with how nancy didn’t like her at first. “ocean blue eyes, looking in mine” tldr; nancy’s gay awakening is robin

Getaway Car: jancy. “i wanted to leave him. i needed a reason” and “he poisoned the well, i was lying to myself” about steve. “we were flying but we never got far” and “think about the place where you first met me” with the relationship starting to crumble. “we were jet set bonnie and clyde until i switched to the other side” i like to imagine this as her going to robin but that’s just me.

King Of My Heart: steddieeeeee. okay listen. i love when fics make references to king steve and steve likes the name. i adore royal imagery with them. “we rule the kingdom inside my room” “king of my heart, body and soul” i LOVEEE eddie calling him king steve again, but as like, “you’re the king of my heart” “you’re love is a secret im hoping, dreaming to keep”

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: byler. “i loved you in secret…how were you to know?” “deep blue but you painted me golden” when blue meets yellow in the west. “i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us” i think mike might be starting to realize his feelings for will while he’s gone, loving him even though he’s scared the distance will hurt them. “dancing like it was the first time”

Dress: ronance. why? idk it just fits. nancy and robin get close, become friends and nancy realizes her feelings for her. i can also see elmax if you remove the sexual elements of the song.

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: steve to tommy and carol. “it was so nice throwing big parties” “it was so nice being friends again…but you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand” tommy leaving him for billy. i just need to see steve lose his shit, honestly.

Call It What You Want: steddie. idk what you want from me, its so steve talking about eddie before they’re official. “my castle crumbled over night…they took the crown but it’s alright” losing “king” title. “nobody’s heard from me in months” falling down the social rankings and living a more “quiet” life (ie no parties and such) “my baby’s fly like a jet stream high above the whole scene” both eddie looking down on social hierarchy and also eddie perched on his chair during campaigns, being literally above the whole scene. “all the jokers dressing up as kings” billy taking his role. “you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?” steve maybe talking to eddie about how he can “pay him back” for saving his life or something cute like that.

New Year’s Day: stobin. this song has always kinda been platonic to me. but it’s so them. the devotion of always being there, no matter what or why. “please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh i would recognize anywhere” I MEANNNNN

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #mike wheeler #steddie #el hopper #taylor swift #reputation #rep #almost got all the albums now #just gotta do lover

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littlebeelife · 8 months

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Daily J2 Breakdown

Day 31

To end the month on a high note, here's a few of Jared's/Jensen's/J2's colleagues, castmates and other famous people talking about their relationship and chemistry.

-Drake Rodger

"What do you think made [supernatural] the success it was?"

"It had to be the relationship between Jensen and Jared. I don't think you can fabricate something like that. You know, they have a chemistry... I was just with them in Dallas at a Creation con and there's just some undeniable chemistry between the two of them. It's palpable, you can feel it just being in a room with them. I don't know how you capture that, I don't know how you cast that, but whoever did it, however they did it, they did a fantastic job"

Link to the video (starts at 1:40)

-Danielle Savre

"Jensen and Jared, they have such great chemistry. They're such humble and down-to-earth guys. It was such a pleasure to work on that show and to be part of that crew and that family for one episode. There is a correlation with that dynamic – how well they work together and how much fun they had."

Link to the article

-Tahmoh Penikett

"I caught a few episodes in the beginning of the first few seasons and I really enjoyed it. I saw the appeal. I saw why it was successful - but mostly because of the boys, you know, their chemistry. I think it's really unique that way. Those guys really brought a... just a unique thing, these two brothers fighting the supernatural..."

Link to the video (starts at 12:24)

*Bonus*

-Tyler Posey

"There are still new fans of this show discovering it all the time. What do you think gave it such staying power?"

"I think it’s authentic. As much as that genre — you know, Twilight, Vampire Diaries, True Blood — kind of vibe is appealing, I think what our show has that the others don’t is an authentic heart. I hadn’t been to the other sets, but I know ours was a family. I’ve been acting for 24 years now, and I’ve never seen anything like it. It was great that the show lasted for so long, and we got to build this bond with each other. But even that early on, it was a bond and we felt like we were creating art. It really felt like we were doing something special and everyone was on each other’s side.

Also, I think Scott and Stiles (Dylan O’Brien) plays a big part in it because that dude and I are still best friends. I kick it with him all the time. He is the love of my life. And that was since day one, since the day we met in the audition process. It was like we were meant to be, or we had met each other in a different life. We were both 18 years old, both wearing skateboard brand T-shirts, and I looked at him and I felt like I knew him. And he felt the same way. That’s only gotten stronger over the years. I’m getting emotional, right now! [Laughs] Our relationship has only gotten stronger, the respect and the love. I think that played a big part in why the show is fun to watch because that relationship is the most authentic thing on TV. I compare it to Supernatural, because those guys are great buddies, too, and people love that show. I think that makes a big difference."

Link to the interview

There are so many more of these but I won't post it all at once because 1) my drive is a mess and I can't find where I saved them 2) it would be too long

#DailyJ2Breakdown #j2 tinhat #j2 #jared and jensen

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houdinicorbini · 2 months

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"A fraction of who I used to be" Madhouse Mike x Reader Angst

It's been so long since I have written for this series so I wanted to try again! Trigger warnings: Spoilers, angst, slight cursing, mike has a breakdown Word count: 1509

“Mike, why do you insist on being an asshole everywhere you go?” You say, looking at the green ghost who huffs and crosses his arms.

“I resent that statement.” He says, looking grouchy as he refuses to meet your eyes.

“You can resent it all you like, but you can’t deny that you like to pick a fight every time we try to go somewhere.” You said, admittedly getting a little frustrated as you sat down beside him.

“I don’t do it every time,” Mike says, trying to somewhat defend his poor and innocent soul.

“9 out of 10.”

“Alright.”

You look down at Robyn’s phone that they had left by accident, thus leaving the angry ghost with you as you try to get to the bottom of why Mike acts the way he does.

“I’ve seen you be incredibly kind to those you care for, but it seems you lose your temper so easily and fight, even when there’s no reason to.” You place a sympathetic hand on Mike’s shoulder, giving it a slight, but caring squeeze.

You see his expression falter for a second as he makes no effort in removing your hand. Instead, the ghost hesitantly places his own hand over yours.

“Y-You wouldn’t understand…” Mike says, in an attempt to change the subject, maybe he could distract you and a more interesting topic could be talked about instead.

“Maybe not entirely, that doesn’t mean I won’t try to. But I do know that I’ll listen.” You tell him, giving his shoulder one more reassuring squeeze.

You watch as he takes what seems to be a shaky breath before opening up to you.

“Everyone seems to know more about me.. than me!” Mike said, frustration evident in his voice. “Why is it that I can find more about myself by going to a damn wiki than being able to actually remember!”

Mike’s shoulders shook slightly due to many emotions; anger, confusion and sadness. Sad that he can’t remember much… that he can’t remember his one and only friend.

And the rumor that he has heard about her, scares him deeply. Mike wanted to show rage towards Debbie for leaving him, for giving him the very thing that had turned this ghost into what he is now.

Yet, much to his own dismay, the ghost couldn’t hate Debbie, no matter how hard he tried. Something he has definitely tried to do.

Mike told you all of this, about how he wants to hate Debbie but can’t, the rumors, emotions, everything. You sat there and listened, not saying anything until he had everything off his chest and was ready to hear what you had to say.

“I can only remember bits and pieces and all it mainly is, is me getting my stupid hat!”

That’s when he turned towards you, your hand no longer on his shoulder because Mike had, minutes before, taken it into his hand for comfort. It did take energy for him to be able to feel your touch, but he didn’t care, especially right now.

He wanted to hear what you had to say, hoping you could provide comforting words in his time of need.

It took you a few seconds to figure out exactly how to word what you wanted to say.

“You’ve been through a lot, Mike. I can only imagine what being stuck in that station for as long as you have, can do to someone” you spoke, giving his hand a slight squeeze before continuing.

“I know you want to remember who you were, and maybe one day you will be able to. You deserve to figure out who you once were, Mike.”

Your eyes hold sympathy for him, for your dear friend, lover. You truly want what is best for him, and you hope that very soon he will find what he needs.

He’ll for sure have you by his side while he tries, that you know for certain, and you hope that Mike does too.

“I get why you hide behind that mask you’ve created, but don’t you think it’ll create more problems for you in the future if you keep it up?” You ask, hoping he will understand why he can’t keep acting like a complete asshole just to cope and deflect.

You watch as Mike falls silent after you say that. After you explain that he can’t keep falling back on that personality.

You suddenly see his shoulders begin to shake as quiet sobs escape him. You freeze, unsure of what to do at that moment.

He continues to cry as he grips your hand, pulling you a bit closer as he fails to keep himself from crying more.

Before you can process what’s happening, he pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you as Mike lays his face onto your shoulder, still sobbing as the stress of everything starts barreling down on him.

You carefully take your arms and place them on his back, patting it in a soft and soothing kind of way, hoping that while words may not work here, hopefully your actions will.

Giving him a slight squeeze with your arms, you lay your head slightly on his, trying your best to give a comforting feeling.

You think it has some positive results when you feel him tighten his arms around you as well.

You go from soft pats to soothing rubs on his back. You don’t say anything, you just let him cry out whatever emotions he may be feeling.

Sometimes the best thing you can do is let those emotions do what they need to.

After some time, Mike slowly lets up on his crying, but he doesn’t let you go. He stays there for a couple of minutes, a part of him too scared to let go after he was so vulnerable.

There’s only been a handful of people he’s been vulnerable around. This is the first time he’s been vulnerable around you.

There was a part of him that felt like he’s done something that he can’t take back. Mike already cringes sometimes when he thinks back to when he sobbed in Robyn’s arms.

He doesn’t want things to be weird between you two. He doesn’t want to lose anyone else…

“How are you feeling?” You ask, keeping your voice in a quiet tone.

Mike gives a little sound in response that sounded like a bit of a grunt.

“Thank you, Mike, for trusting me with that. I know it can be hard to open up, I’m glad you did though.” You smile softly while you say that, face still resting on top of your ghostly pal’s head.

He goes quiet once more before you feel his arms tighten just ever so slightly.

“Thank you for… listening…” Mike mumbles, slowly getting up and removing his face from your shoulder, though he is reluctant about it.

“It’s no problem. I’m here if you ever need to talk again.” You say, not an ounce of a lie in your voice as you look into his eyes, that smile still there.

He bashfully looks away, very embarrassed over what happened.

Suddenly, in a blink of an eye. Mike is in that tiny form once more.

“Damn it.” He says, hovering beside you.

“I used too much energy.” The tiny orb in front of you says as he begins to lower himself in your lap.

“You’re much more comfortable than one of these pillows….” He mutters as he gets comfortable.

You have to hold back a laugh. He’s being so incredibly cute at the moment.

Unfortunately, a knock interrupts this moment.

“Yes?” You call out, curious as to who it might be, but you have a pretty good idea.

“Hey, I think I might’ve left my phone, can I come in?” Robyn calls out, causing you to get up, after you place Mike in the safety of your arms. Not something he tried to fight anyway.

You pick up the phone off the coffee table and head to the door, unlocking it and letting Robyn in.

“Thank you!” Robyn says, taking the phone, very quickly noticing the madhouse that rests in your arms.

“Why don't you come in?” You offer, stepping out of the way. “I can make some dinner and drive you guys back home after!” You suggest, not at all minding the extra guests for dinner.

“Oh you don’t have to!” They say, not wanting to intrude at all, especially after them and Mike were already here earlier.

“It’s no bother! I can’t just have you come back all this way without feeding you!” You say, a smile on your face.

Robyn smiles and steps inside, the door closing behind them. “Well, if you insist!” They say, walking over to the couch.

“Thank you.” Mike says quietly, so that only you can hear, glad you didn’t have him leave with Robyn the second they got here.

“Anything for you.” You tell him, giving his cheek just the tiniest of boops with your finger.

“Now, what shall I make for dinner?”

#cryptid crush #madhouse mike #madhouse #mike madhouse #cryptid crush x reader #x reader #madhouse mike x reader

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winniethewife · 6 months

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Believe in one thing, I won't go away

(Basil Stitt x Reader)

Chapter 1: I only felt the thorns

Warning: Acid attack, Knife violence, angst, Revenge,

Prologue

Words: 1207

“When you get back, you promise you’ll give us a try?” Basil asks for the tenth time since she had said that she had to go home and deal with some things before she moved here to New York to help him out, to be the one that doesn’t leave, when she came on the Red Eye flight a few week before, she was not expecting all the old feelings of a childhood crush to come back up, much less for them to be reciprocated.

“Of course Basil, I said I would, that isn’t going to change” She holds his face gently as to not irritate the scaring on his face. She smiles as she looked into his eyes. “I’ll be back before you know it, I just got to get everything packed in boxes and my roommate will ship them here. My boss already approved my work from home request until they can transfer me to the New York branch, It’ll be fine, it might take a week, probably less.” She had gone over the plan many times but she knows how much more anxious he is now. How no one had responded well to his breakdown, how alone he really felt.

“Okay, Okay. I’m sorry I just, I’ve gotten used to you being here, and I don’t know what to do.” Basil sighs and leans in to kiss her forehead, a smile appears on her face, as he does so.

“Hey, we go it figured out, I helped you with all that meal prep for a reason. And I’ll call you every night. It’ll be okay.”

When she gets back home, she starts to pack right away. Every night she and Basil talk on the phone before he goes to bed. Every night she promises she still wants him. and every night he believes her a little bit more. It was the night before she was supposed to leave. She goes out for drinks with friends, there’s a pretty bad thunder storm that evening. It reminds her of Basil, she is definitely glad for this send off with friends but she honestly can’t wait to See Basil the next day. As she left the bar she noticed that someone was following her. She grabs her keys interlacing her fingers ready to turn and jab this guy, but just as she turns to confront the guy, she was knocked to the ground, her hands pinned to the ground. She looked at her attacker and her blood runs cold. Jeffery, her ex.

“What the fu-“He covers her mouth.

“I heard you’re leaving for some guy in New York. I hear he’s a real catch… too bad you won’t be when I’m done with you, I’m gonna make sure you regret leaving me.”

The next thing she knows is she feels a burning on her face as he pours something on her face, she screams before blacking out from the pain.

When she woke up in the hospital she felt like she had been to hell and back. Every inch of her body hurt. Nothing felt right, she felt like she wasn’t herself anymore. As she sits up in bed she looks around the room. Why can’t she see out of her left eye? Her next thought is Basil. She’s got to call him. She starts to get out of the bed trying to figure out what was going on around her. That’s when she sees her reflection in the window pane. The left side of her face... A nurse comes rushing in.

“Woah there careful.” The nurse came to help steady her.

“I’m supposed to fly to New York today, my friend is waiting for me.”

“I’ll get you a phone to call your friend and call to reschedule your flight.”

Basil is pacing the apartment. She didn’t call the night before. What happened? He was coming up with every worst case scenario in his head before his phone starts to ring. He scrambles to grab the phone accepting the call as quickly as he can.

“Hello?”

“Basil”

“Oh thank god, when you didn’t call last night I was worried.”

“Uhm… I’m gonna be out here a couple more days, I rescheduled my flight for Sunday.”

“Wha? Why? Did something happen?”

“Yeah. I’m in the hospital. My ex Jeffery…he attacked me last night. Apparently he found out about me moving in with you.”

“Oh my god. Are you okay? Do you want me to come see you?” Basil was so concerned for her the worry of his own disfigurement slipped his mind.

“No, no, I got it…”

“If you’re sure”

“I’m sure.” She says with a confidence she doesn’t really feel. She doesn’t even want to tell him about her face. Avoiding the idea at all costs.

When she hung up Basil felt a rage he hadn’t felt since the lighting strike. He throws his Phone to the side and screams. He couldn’t believe he let her go back alone, he can’t believe he let her leave in the first place. There was no way she would ever be his, if someone would hurt her because of him? Why would she ever want to be his?

When she does get to New York, It is with her hood pulled up around her face and with only the determination to get away from the city as fast as she can. The acid scaring across her cheek and the knife wound across her left eye were enough of a reminder, she didn’t need to see the place it happened every day. When she gets to Basils Apartment. It takes everything in her power to open the door, she didn’t want him to see her like this. Basil was pacing near the entry way for her to show and once she did he was over joyed, He pulled her in for an embrace.

“God, I missed you. I really fucking missed you.” He’s laughing and crying at the same time. She hides in his chest. Hoping to all hope this will go better than she feels like it will. He pulls away and pulled down her hood intent on kissing her there and then if she would let him, but instead he’s confronted with what happened. He looks at her in stunned silence. He feels the immense guilt come over him in a wave. If she had never left, if he went with her, if he hadn’t called her in the first place, this would never have happened. He gently takes her chin and turns her wounded side to the light, he felt like it was his fault. The tears continue to run down his face as he pulls her in again, burying his face in her hair, taking in her scent. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry. You didn’t do this.” She couldn’t understand what he was apologizing for, he didn’t ask for this to happen when she was gone. She was intensely afraid, of him not wanting her around anymore, of not being able to keep her promise, to take care of him. How could she take care of anyone like this? She had managed to get to New York. Now what?

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#basil stitt x reader #basil #basil stitt #lightningface fanfiction #lightningface #oscar isaac fic #Spotify #angst #x reader #tw knife #tw acid attack

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angelicyouth · 10 months

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Anon era is over guys, rip

Anyways youth omori au stuff im thinking of just because

OMORI SPOILERS‼️‼️ I REPEAT OMORI SPOILERS‼️‼️

Okay so I wanna go deeper into the one where Y/N dies and Craig + Kenny r the ones who pulled the Basil and Sunny, so i'll divide it in four parts

The incident - Alright, sohonestly i have NO idea who would be sunny or basil in this case, both of them fit the idea, but for now I'll go with craig just based on how many tiktok omori au creek videos ive seen where craig takes sunny's role. I'd say the argument could be about Y/N's safety, maybe it could be that she decided to hangout with team stan and they got into like a really dangerous situiation, nobody was hurt but craig is freaking out, so he starts arguing about Y/N's safety and stuff

Eventually, push comes to a shove (heh) and awh shit Y/N gets pushed down the stairs, boom rip. ao ofcourse now xraig is probably like having a mental breakdown because HE JUST PUSHED HER DOWN THE FUCKING STARIS and he keepts panicking. around that time Kenny would come inside whoever's house they were in, because if he was at the scene while they were arguing he wouldve definetly steped in

In all honesty, no idea how they came up with the staged suicide, it probably involved a lot of arguing, screaming and crying, but eventually they agree to do so

Dreamworld - So as I stated before, they would both have their own respective headspace

I feel like in both headspaces, basil would be the other, idk how to phrase it honestly. as in, in kenny's headspace, craig would be basil, and in craigs headspace, kenny would be basil yknow??

Kenny's headspace would be pretty much identical to the one ingame, maybe it'd be a bit more similar to a ghetto? idk just a thouht. while craigs nothing would really happen, id think most of the headspace would be in someone's house or at tweek bros (of course in both of them Y/N would take mari's role)

I don't have a lot to say about headspace honestly

Realworld - After the incident, everybody just shut themselves in someway or another. Obviously, Stan would be the most devastated, going into a deep depression that lasts a while like Hero's. I feel as the group just sort of slip apart after that. As in, they went to their respective teams and just didn't talk as much

After the incident, craig and kenny wouldn't even speak to eachother anymore, they can't even bring to do so knowing what they did. Kenny especially, he feels as if its craig's fault Y/N died since he was the one that pushed her.

Headcanons I have -

Craig would be the most likely to have the hikikomori route

Stan wouldn't dye hia hair anymore nor paint his nails anymore, because of both reminding him of Y/N and not taking as much care for himself

Kenny wouldn't spend as much time in headspace, since he still takes care of Karen

Stan,Kyle,Clyde and Tweek would be the ones that visit Y/N's room most

Shelley came to visit to attend the funeral

Butters shared an animal crossing island with Y/N, but now he can't even think about it without crying

I'll probably write about this at some point

-mango anon

yaaay now everyone knows who’s behind all of these genius ideas ((except for me because i’ve been knowing who my anon bby is haha))!!♡

oh my god this is so well thought out—i literally loved every single second i spent reading this!! (*´◒`*)

⇢ OMORI SPOILERS BELOW

i love how you talk about how the argument is about craig & reader fighting about her safety + well being because that is seriously spot on—despite having a gives-no-fucks attitude i can definitely see craig constantly worried + checking his phone whenever reader is out with her brother & his group of friends because of all the crazy shit that they get up to ((bad things always seem to follow them around & who can blame him? they stole his fucking birthday money + got him stranded in peru haha))

reader eventually has had enough because while craig has his reasons, that’s still her older brother that he’s talking shit about & while they always bicker + fight like no tomorrow, his baby sister’s safety is always stan’s top priority ((has been since they came out of the womb)). so of course, after some time & heated words getting thrown around, she get’s fed up with the conversation & tries to walk away

he quickly grabs onto her wrist because no, you’re not listening Y/N!! we always get into shit about this and i’m so fucking tired of having to worry my ass off whenever you’re with them which leads to them tugging & pulling because she doesn’t want to deal with this right now but craig thinks that they don’t deal with it enough. obviously, he doesn’t want to hurt his baby while he’s blinded by frustration so he loosens his grip. but this unluckily occurs at the same time she does one harsh yank, causing her body to wobble from the force until she loses her footing & suddenly all she can see is craig’s frantic expression + his outstretched arm as she’s falling down the stairs

i love how you added that kenny’s presence would’ve majorly played a role in everything because yes, the overprotective blonde would have definitely stepped in to help mediate the fight if he was at the scene & things would have definitely ended up differently!! you’re absolutely right in the fact that there will be a lot of frantic screaming, disbelieving crying, and frustrated arguing as they try to take in the image of their once lively shared significant lover—her skin ashen + her once expressive eyes looking eerily hollow & empty

i honestly think it would have to be kenny to be the one to come up with the staged suicide because while craig & him aren’t romantically involved, he’s grown to care for the male ravenette during his time with reader and wouldn’t want him to end up in shit with the police. even now, he can’t bring himself to hate the taller teen because while he did ultimately play a hand at accelerating reader’s demise, he’s constantly shown how much he loves & cherishes her in his own way. craig can’t gather his thoughts as he stares at his violently trembling hands because he did this to her while kenny internally panics & curses because someone will come home soon to see what happened

obviously, craig will be violently overcome with guilt that he killed reader whereas kenny’s will be due to the fact that he can’t believe he let everyone believe his wonderful ray of sunshine killed herself. he feels fucking terrible that he disrespected her body by hanging it by the neck at the tree outside of the Marsh’s backyard. the same body he’s gently held in his warm embrace countless of times, the one that has always given him the softest & warmest of affectionate and reassuring kisses

he never gave her a proper closure with her loved ones ((the casket had to be closed due to the hanging)) and in turn, fucked up everyone’s last living image & memory of her

… and he disrespected her like that with a staged suicide in the afterlife, the one he claims to love so much & holds closest to his heart

i love the idea of the other being basil in each of their own headspaces!! the two can’t help but to be scornful towards the other because of obvious reasons which leads to them not talking anymore. and yes, i adore the notion that kenny’s headspace would be like omori’s colorful dreamworld with stan’s group except the surroundings would be more ghetto to reflect his poor upbringing. i firmly stand by the idea that craig’s dreamworld would be similar to omori’s whitespace when he’s just sitting but omori’s blackspace when he’s aimlessly wandering around ((in contrast to kenny getting into all sorts of crazy adventures with the guys)) and he’d drive the knife into his body when he wants to return to whitespace

while reader was the glue that brought craig + kenny together from their nonconventional relationship, she was also the glue holding all of stan’s group & craig’s group together

AND YOUR HEADCANNONS OMG—I HAD SO MANY FEELS WHEN I WAS READING THEM BECAUSE THEY’RE SUCH SMALL DETAILS THAT MAKE THE DIFFERENCE IN THIS TRAGEDY

i love the idea that stan wouldn’t bleach his hair or paint his nails black anymore because those actions remind him of reader—his sister used to do it for him & it was always a source of quality time + getting each other’s undivided attention

i love how kenny wouldn’t be in headspace as much because of karen—he still has all these responsibilities forced onto him because of his parents & he knows how much reader cares for his younger sister. he continues to look out for her in the real world because reader would be so disappointed if he didn’t

yes yes yes!!! stan, kyle, clyde & tweek would definitely be the ones to visit reader’s room the most even when she’s gone ((randy + sharon have left it virtually untouched in memory of their daughter)) and would be the ones to visit her grave the most—to talk to her & update her on things & just to spend time with her even if she can’t reply

but also, butters would be part of the constantly visiting group!!

but then this got me thinking—what if in craig & kenny’s rush, they didn’t properly check reader’s condition + didn’t properly stage the hanging ((they used a jump rope for fuck’s sake))? what if instead, she’s stuck in the hospital and years deep into a coma? then stan, kyle, clyde, butters, & tweek would visit her everyday to replace the flowers in her vase etc.

you literally broke my heart when you said butters doesn’t touch his switch anymore because he cant bring himself to change anything about their shared animal crossing island—it’s the same thing with clyde & reader’s shared minecraft world

#asksforlala #mango anon ♡#south park x reader #omori

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real-jane · 2 years

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poet laureate

part 3 - [prof bucky barnes x fem!reader]

summary: dean stark has his say.

warnings: none.

a/n: in case it wasn't obvious, there will be a fourth and perhaps even a fifth installment lol. i'm not ready to let them go.

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Bucky had never been given a chance to decide what he wanted in life, but staring the visage of his fears in the face, Bucky was overwhelmed by the notion that he was not ashamed to be caught kissing this woman. All along he had anticipated how horrible he would feel, were Dean Stark to find out. Indeed, he was embarrassed (especially considering where his hands had been wandering), but former-professor Barnes couldn’t muster an apology for what they had done. He didn’t want her to be punished for it–but it didn’t mean he regretted it.

“I can come back.” Stark cleared his throat, turning away to give them some modicum of privacy.

“Thanks for meeting us,” Y/n said quickly. She stood and gave Bucky space to push off the chair and join her. He frowned at her in confusion. “I asked him here,” she said softly, leaning toward him as if the person who could end her career at NYU wasn’t standing right there.

Y/n smiled. “You are going to be so many things to me. A dirty secret is not one of them.”

Bucky searched for her hand blindly and linked their fingers once he found them. She’s not ashamed. The thought almost eclipsed the dread in the pit of his stomach. Still… he stood. He clutched her hand.

“It’s good you know. In case you get questions,” Bucky said to the Dean, who leaned against the door frame.

Stark snorted. “Is this why you resigned?”

“Yes.” The admission came forward of its own volition; it wasn’t the whole of it, but when he cut it right down to the wick of why–it was because all he wanted to do was kiss the woman at the end of his arm, even if other people saw him do it. Bucky cleared his throat to steel his nerves.

“At no point were we doing this when she was my student. I didn’t develop these feelings until the Summer. It seemed inappropriate to continue with my position, knowing I intended to pursue it.”

“No, I think that was astute. I am curious why you didn’t come to me right away.”

Bucky glanced at Y/n. She smiled gently.

“Doesn’t matter, does it?” she asked. “It happened. What’s important is where we go from here.”

“Hmm.” Stark seemed to consider this deeply, removing his ostentatious glasses to rub a hand over his face.

“I don’t want her degree to be in jeopardy, and we’re both aware how it looks–”

“Okay, bud. I know you’re freaking out,” Stark said, closing the door so the conversation might stay at least somewhat confidential, “but be straight with me: did you fuck on school property?”

Bucky’s cheeks reddened. “No.”

“Did you kiss her while instructing her?”

“No.”

Dean Stark’s focus swung to Y/n. “Did he coerce you into a relationship with drugs or alcohol or… I don’t know. A puppy, or something.”

“Nope.”

“Did you do favors for her like altering her grades or write a recommendation letter in exchange for favors of a sexual nature?”

“Jesus,” she breathed. “Nothing like that. He came to my symposium with the Emily Dickinson Fellowship in Amherst. Today is the first time we’ve been on campus at the same time since. So I can help clean out his office.”

“Great. I’ve done my duty, so. Do whatever you want, but not on property. Okay?” Stark sighed. “Barnes, I’ve known you for a few years now… long enough to see that you don’t have a life outside of teaching. No offense.”

“Apt,” Bucky agreed.

“You are a good person. The fact that you resigned to get ahead of this speaks to your ethics, but I think you underestimate how much people in this program appreciate you. If you had come to me–’gee, Tony–fell in love with my mentee, what the hell do I do?’ I would’ve asked you all of these questions, word for word. And we could’ve figured out a solution which didn’t look like you had a sudden breakdown. I mean… you’re seeing your former student. No way around it. But you’re not out here plucking up freshmen. So.” Stark shrugged. “If you have an interest in finishing out the semester, or… I don’t know. Coming back in some capacity, I’ll support you.”

Bucky ran a hand through his hair in disbelief. “I–no. Thank you. I have a new job. I need to do something else for a while.”

Stark nodded. “Alright. Well. People are gonna talk. Nothing I can do about that.”

“We can take it,” Y/n said.

Stark looked between the two of them for a moment, and a genuine smile pulled at one corner of his mouth. “Poetry is dangerous, huh.”

Bucky couldn’t help but sigh. “Sure.”

“Off the record, just so I know for your adjudication. Did you leave his name on your thesis?”

“Sir–after two years of work?” She scoffed.

“I had a feeling. It’s better I ask your reasoning now than during your defense, in front of your peers and family,” Stark said.

“I mean–what answer would be acceptable to the board?” Y/n spat. “If it weren’t for Barnes, this thesis wouldn’t exist. To leave him unacknowledged would be factually inaccurate.”

“Y/n–you should’ve taken me off,” Bucky murmured. “I would’ve understood.”

She looked between the two men with an aghast expression. “No. And if interrogated by the board, I’ll tell them the same. I’m not hiding him from my work.” She squeezed Bucky’s hand so tight, he could feel her heartbeat in his palm.

“Okay. As long as you’re prepared.”

“Due respect, Dean Stark, I know what we’re up against.”

Stark shrugged. “Noted. Well. This has been illuminating,” he said with a surprising amount of peace about the whole thing, at least outwardly. “Barnes… I might suggest skipping her defense, anyway.”

Bucky looked down and nodded. “That was the plan.”

“What?” Y/n gapes at him. “This is ridiculous.”

Stark’s face turned stony. His mouth flattened into a thin line, and for just a moment, he looked like he was going to retort with something short or clipped, but… Tony Stark sat in the chair across the desk from them and crossed his ankle over his knee.

“About… fifteen years ago, now? I developed a bit of a drinking problem, after my father passed. The board put me on probation after I fell asleep behind the wheel at a stoplight. Luckily, I had had the forethought to turn the car off before passing out. Woke up thanks to a knock on my window by a campus patroller. So, my mother suggested hiring an assistant. I brought the idea to the Dean at the time, in the guise of helping me ‘get my shit together’ and he created a special work study position for a TA, which involved being an administrative assistant for the department. Basically… making sure I was sober enough to come to class, and drive without killing myself.

“Only one student applied. My little secret wasn’t well-hidden, but… Pepper was desperate to pay for her school herself so she didn’t burden her parents, and she didn’t care what it took. Until she realized her stroke of luck meant buying me gallons of Pedialyte, and fishing me out of the bar every time I drunk dialed her. She hated me. I was so annoyed by the sound of her shoes squeaking on the floorboards coming down my hallway that I gave her a pair of slippers… which she threw at me. But she kept showing up. She checked me into the hospital, and waved her finger in my face while the nurses had me captive with tubes and wires… It’s like you WANT to die! Pepper cried. I wasn’t thinking like that–I was just. Sad. And somebody actually cared.

“I didn’t ask her out for five more years,” Stark said. “Long after she graduated, might I add. Sometimes, love comes out of the clear blue sky. It doesn’t mean it’s bad, this thing between you. But some things will be difficult for you to navigate while you’re here–” he nodded to Y/n– “because of your historical connection. You also don’t have to make your lives harder. Barnes attending your thesis defense after suddenly resigning, while still being named on your work?” Stark clicked his tongue. “That’s a recipe for questions which have no bearing on your defense, but the board may not see it that way. I’m not… unsympathetic, here. My wife would make me sleep on the couch if I punished you for something I did, myself. But you should’ve told me right away. A guy’s gotta wonder what it says about him when people think they can’t come to him.

“Bottom line: now, I know. Should it be brought to me by someone other than yourselves, I can say I did my diligence, and found nothing… actionable. Yes?” Tony raised his brows and looked between the two. Bucky barely managed a slight nod, but that was enough for the Dean.

Tony stood. “I’ll tell you: some days, I wish I still drank.” He winked at Y/n. His departure left behind a heady silence.

Bucky released Y/n’s hand, and sank into the chair the Dean had occupied. Was that really it? Had he been waking up in cold sweats over the possibility of a personal history lesson from Tony Stark? Was it possible that the punishment for falling for her amounted to such a small sentence–well, not getting to hear her talk about her work was a loss, which rankled in the pit of his stomach out of disappointment more than anything–and he might not have to hide? He couldn’t stifle the huff of amazement. Y/n rubbed his shoulders.

“Are you upset with me?”

Bucky’s head snapped up. Was that fear in her voice? Her eyes searched his for reassurance, while she nervously nibbled the plush of her lower lip. What was crowning his dumbfounded dome? Love? He hadn’t said it, but Sam and Tony both had read him like a children’s board book. He loved her. Had done, since before the bloody workshop. Since… yeah. Since she handed him the first stack of poems which would become her thesis, and made that very same nervous face at him while he read her raw vision for her culminating project. He was neither upset with her for coming clean to Stark, or for any other thing. He opened his arms and she folded forward, dropping to kneel between his knees. The moment her cheek hit his chest, Bucky zinged with an image of the future. It wasn’t a premonition exactly, but it centered on her.

“I, uh. Hmm.” He gathered his realizations into a somewhat coherent statement, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “I am better. With more of you,” he murmured, hearkening back to the poem of hers he had tried to use as an excuse not to love her.

“I know,” she whispered. Her fingers drew lazy circles on his back. “I wish you could be there for my defense.”

“Pssh.” He pulled back enough to look her in the eye. “I’ve had a front row seat this whole time. It’s someone else’s turn.” Bucky smiled as her nose wrinkled. “Doll, that night–broke my own heart, leaving you. I had feelings for you before then. I see that now. Just wasn’t gonna do anything about it.”

“Buck,” she said, as if his name were a new endearment she had created just for him, “do you know how long I’ve felt the same?” She giggled when Bucky frowned. “I didn’t even think you’d come to Amherst. When you did, I thought I was going to die. I don’t know how I made it through my reading.”

“You were perfect–”

“I was shaking, absolutely terrified you’d figure out all that… what did my instructor call it? Oh–“pent-up yearning”--was over you.” She sat back on her heels. “And you went with me to that bar after, and suddenly… we were magnetized.”

“Think we should tell Stark that part?”

She reached inside his fears and lit a candle. “Bucky, I love you. Even though you have been running like an Olympic Gold medalist, I’m pretty sure you feel the same.”

He blinked. “I think that is an insufficient description. Both of how I feel, and how much I’ve panicked about it.” They shared a soft, shaking laugh. She pressed up so they were nose-to-nose again, and Bucky nuzzled her. “Loving you doesn’t come easy to me. Haven’t had a lot of practice. But. I know I want to touch you again, and I feel a bit like a randy teenager about it.”

“Too bad we’ve been warned off campus trysts.” Her cheeks were warm when his fingers found them. “I’m free tonight.”

“I have work.”

“What time?”

“Eight.”

She kissed him feather-light. “This packing thing isn’t going to take us all day.”

Bucky coughed, and flushed. “No, uh. Probably not.”

“So. Let’s wrap this up, yeah?” Y/n stood, leaving Bucky dumbfounded in the chair. He watched her straighten her clothing and turn her attention to the files in the desk. Though her eyes were cast downward, she smiled like she could feel his gaze.

He scratched his cheek. This woman–blinding, beautiful, vibrant, intelligent–she had written poem after poem about him, by her own admission. He had reviewed every one, without knowing he was reading a profile of her affection for him. Born out of so many weekends in that very office, pouring over his thesaurus together, dog-earred to death with synonyms for ‘breath’ and ‘sigh’. He recalled telling her one time, ‘this would read more romantic if you…’ and the memory trailed off, because… she took his advice. She revised. He taught her the language of his heart. He walked the path beside her. He found himself at the same intersection she did. Where he saw uncultured awkwardness in himself, she saw something precious. Maybe that’s what love is. Somebody thinks I’m poetry.

Once upon a time, he wrote things people found meaningful. Enough that his own thesis was carried by the university library, and sold at the coffee shop under ‘notable local authors’. He hadn’t put any of his own words to paper in so long that he wondered if he’d forgotten how. Or if, just maybe, he didn’t need to package his thoughts in palatable portions. Not if the woman he fed was her. And by God, if he couldn’t sustain himself on her words alone, he wasn’t fit to be with her.

And that wasn’t acceptable.

He rose to his feet slowly, as if he couldn’t trust his knees not to knock together with nervousness. She paid him no mind, so he circled around the desk. Bucky reached for the folders in her hand; Y/n squeaked in surprise when he nudged the file drawer shut with his toe. He didn’t say a word, just wrapped both arms around her waist, tucked his chin into the crook of her shoulder, and held her. It took a moment for her to relax, but when she did, she hummed. A sweet, happy three-note ditty. Heart-sounds. The sort which she emitted when words were insufficient. She made many beautiful sounds on the one night of intimacy they had shared. Back then, he hadn’t felt worthy to listen to such sounds of abandon. But as her fingers crawled along his forearms to hug him back, Bucky knew they were meant for him.

She was meant for him. Whatever ‘meant’ meant. No synonyms sufficed.

She packed everything which hung on the wall, including his degrees and the photo of his Army regiment. They left the files for his predecessor. They didn’t say much, but he kissed her when the urge struck, and offered her his coat when he deemed the office sufficiently emptied. He didn’t mind the pang of sadness which tugged when he slid his key into the mail slot of Sam’s office.

Part 4

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another general question for autistic folk:

how are you with working a job? do you have a job? are you able to have a job?

i finally got my first proper job at age 22, working at a big daycare with all ages of children and directly with around 8+ staff each day, but interacting with around 12-16 staff on the daily, plus around 50 children + all their parents every day. it was okay some days, good some days even, though the interacting with staff was always very draining and overwhelming for me. the best days were the days i worked alone with a smaller group of children for 10hrs. i rarely found interacting with the children exhausting, but as soon as i had to work with other staff i was just a mess of internal anxiety. i was pretty good at powering through and masking it until i got home. i was so tired i would fall asleep immediately, didn’t have mental or physical energy for any hobbies. my eating disorder got out of hand many times as well. especially before work, i would have ‘meltdowns’ or anxiety attacks or whatever you wanna call it. i would cry, i would punch myself, i would punch the car window, i would punch my wall. i was scared and overwhelmed and tired and i did not wanna work. it began to really take its toll and i started having (more civilized) breakdowns at work. i lowkey snapped at a close coworker for asking me too many questions i didn’t have answers to and broke down sobbing and had to take a break - this was during the christmas party for the kids. one time i broke down in the yard while i was watching the children because another close coworker came over and asked how i was doing. she had to hug me until i stopped crying. shortly after, i quit. i gave like 2 months notice and actually planned on going back once i’d had a few months break, but life happened and i ended up moving.

i was working there for over 2 years, which is way longer than i thought i would, and it’s now been a year and a half(?) since i stopped working, but i cannot see myself having another job. i don’t want it, and i don’t feel like i can handle it. i know all of my mental & physical energy would be consumed by it, even if it was just part time. i do make art and sell it to make some income (i’m not very consistently motivated with it, i’m still sorting my brain out) and though it sucks not being able to support myself fully financially (i still live at home, though i do pay rent) and not having financial freedom to do whatever i want, i am so much less stressed & anxious being at home doing my art. my art is something i did not have any energy for while i was working.

what i’ve learned after looking back on it was the biggest factor leading to me reaching my limit was the daily interactions with coworkers. the constant small talk (seriously, i would dread the ‘hey how are you’ ‘i’m good how are you’ constantly every single day), the trying to figure out what they want me to do, the having to call people or go find people to ask them questions. working with all those children isn’t what pushed me over the edge, it was socializing with my adult coworkers every day. + having to wake up early and have my whole day taken up by something i didn’t want to do.

for now i plan to try and be and stay more consistent with my art & my shop, and depending on my living situation i’ll maybe go work at a barn cleaning stalls & paddocks for some extra cash. i have no plans to return to a ‘proper’ job. and i don’t see an issue with this the way our society does, the only issue is this world is too fucking expensive and i can’t afford to live.

so yeah just wondering what your experiences are with working and if you do have a job and if you feel unable to work like i do

#autism #autistic #asd #audhd #actually austistic #autistic adult

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years

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Ignorance is Bliss Pt. 4

Warnings: smut, talking, unprotected baby making

I call Tyler an Uber and he wastes no time with throwing his tantrum of stomping and heavy breathing. I was just thankful he wasn’t throwing things. The man was a mommas boy from day one and had never been told no a day in his life. Then he became a cop.

After Tyler leaves, I take Emma back upstairs to find her sister asleep in my bed. So after many promises that we could see Blue tomorrow, I get Emma into bed then grab my phone to send a text to JJ.

Can we talk? The girls are asleep.

He immediately replies.

Yea, come down.

My heart leaps as I quickly race downstairs, finding him outside on the deck waiting for me. I slide the door open and my first instinct is to run into his arms but I don’t. I sit down on the lounger next to him and turn so we’re facing each other.

“How did it go?” JJ asks, his tone soft and calm. He didn’t appear to be angry any longer.

“As well as it could’ve. He wants to leave the girls with me but I don’t know why. I think he’s up to something. Not that I’m really complaining. He’s kept them from me since they were born.”

“That must’ve been hard for you.”

I swallow the lump in my throat, tears threatening to spill over as I nod. JJ takes my hands and pulls me into his lap, holding me as I breakdown for the first time in a long time. The whole time JJ strokes my back as my tears run down his chest, clinging to him like he’s my lifeline.

“I’m sorry this is happening. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this without being honest. I make it a point to keep my kids a secret because people get weird about it and I wanted to know this was real before I brought them up.” I lean back in his lap, taking in his soft blue eyes.

“This is real.” He murmurs, kissing my lips softly. I pull away, covering his mouth so he can’t kiss me again. I can’t think when he kisses me.

“Why are you being so understanding about this? You haven’t even asked me about my job.” I press and he pulls my hand away.

“I had time to be angry but it’s none of my business. I’ll listen to whatever you want to tell me but I don’t think I can share you if it’s something you want to keep doing.”

“I made enough money that I was able to quit. I was an escort. I had clients in the White House and I’ve signed more NDA’s than I can count. A majority of the time, my job only required being expensive arm candy. I knew I wouldn’t be able to do my line of work and have a relationship. Some people could make it work but it was hard. Money only goes so far.”

“And your ex is a douche because?”

“That was my type back then.”

“Did you meet him as a client?”

“No, I met him in college after I’d already started working. I kept it a secret for awhile but he became suspicious when I always seemed to have money. I got pregnant, proved it was his, and quit for a long time but that wasn’t enough. Tyler was disgusted with me. I couldn’t stand the way he looked at me or talked about me. He made sure everyone knew that I was just an overpaid whore and was no good as a wife or mother. So after draining all of my savings to pay off the debt we both had, he kicked me out and took full custody. The court system was on his side because he was a cop. I’ve been working since.”

“God, I hate him. I’ve only been in a room with him once and I fucking hate him.” His shoulders shake with rage and I quickly run my hands up and down his arms to soothe him.

“I do too but I still have two amazing daughters because of him and he’s still their father.”

“What if he tries to take them from you again?” My heart aches just thinking about all the possibilities but for now, they were asleep under my roof. They were mine again even for right now and that was enough for me to take a breath.

I silence him with a kiss, threading my fingers through his messy blonde hair until he deepens the kiss, letting me in. I tilt my head to the side as his tongue slips into my mouth, teasing me with little flicks that have my clit pulsing. He pulls away with a groan, his hand slipping under my pajama top to knead my breast. My nipples harden at his touch and I find myself rocking in his lap, the rod between his thighs begging for attention.

“We need to stop or I’ll fuck you out here.” JJ rasps, twisting one of my nipples until it borderlines pain and I whimper.

“I don’t care. Just make me feel good for a minute.” I stand, quickly dropping my sleep shorts and he pulls his hardened cock from his shorts. I straddle his lap as he lines himself up and I quickly sink down, burying my face in his neck to keep from moaning. My other neighbor might not be too happy if we woke them up.

JJ wraps his arms around my waist holding me tight as I set the pace, rocking back and forth until my thighs are burning.

“Tell me you love me.” I whisper, kissing his cheek and feeling the light stumble against his skin.

“I love you.” He whispers back, hands sliding down to my ass and moving me faster.

“Promise me you won’t run.” I beg, feeling myself on the brink of an orgasm. The tight grip on my ass told me that he was close too.

“I promise. No running.” I go rigid, my body trembling as I cum and he kisses me to swallow my cries. I keep bouncing as I feel him release inside me, our bodies molded together as I ride out our highs until we’re both sweating and panting.

He grabs a towel off the back of the lounger and wraps it loosely around my waist in case someone is down on the beach, not that it really matters now. I smile as we kiss, almost like we need it to breathe. Still afraid the other is going to disappear. Everyday I fell more and more in love with him and it terrified me. I hadn’t loved a man in so long, I forgot what it was like. It was consuming.

“Do you have to work tomorrow?” I ask, keeping my voice low as I hug him.

“Yes. You and the girls can keep Blue while I’m gone if you’d like.” JJ says, caressing my back.

“They’d love that. Can they meet you tomorrow over dinner?”

“I’d love that.”

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lennoxlorian · 7 years

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WRITING: GETTING THROUGH THE DRAFT

It’s been a couple of years since I’ve done NaNoWriMo and I am looking forward to jumping back into it full force this year. And as I start prepping with outlining, last minute research and setting up a special Scrivener file for the project, I remembered a post I wrote of the things I did that helped me smash NaNoWriMo the second time and wished I’d had these tips the first time around.

I found the post I wrote but over the years, (you can read that here) and since then I’ve gathered more practical tips to getting through NaNoWriMo. Remember, these tips are basically, to push through and get that first draft - which seems like the hardest part. How can you revise and edit something before you have something to even revise and edit, right? So, here are my original tips, plus some extras.

Set up a “Notes” file. This may seem like a weird tip. But I promise that it will be worth it at the end. The “Note” file can be a word document, pen and paper or even a Scrivener type program that has a notes section attached to the file. This will be a place where you will be jotting down every comment, note and idea you have as you write your novel. The purpose is to keep yourself from going back and falling into the downward spiral of self-editing/editing as you go. Because we know that it tends to lead to a novel in a perpetual unfinished state. My suggestion is to divide your notes into “Chapters”, “Parts”, “Page Number-Ranges” - depending on how you’re writing your novel and writing subsequent notes and ideas under that particular one. This helps you to find relevant information during the editing process.

Keep moving forward. No matter what. Don’t worry about the details. Don’t worry about changing something, even if the scene seems really long, dialogue heavy or you are describing the heck out of the setting. Don’t waste time thinking about how to change a small detail. Chances are you will probably not end up using it anyway. Just make a note of it in your “Notes” file and keep pushing forward.

An outline helps - even if you consider yourself a “Pantser”. Not everyone has an outline. For me, I LOVE outlines and mine tend to get crazy detailed. But what I appreciate about having an outline is that it helps me to keep my story in the direction it needs to go. Mind you, even with an outline, sometimes I do get into a flow that deviates from my original outline (It’s the tiny, rebellious pantser inside of me!). And that’s okay! I do suggest, even as a pantser, that you create a simple action breakdown. You want to have a clear idea where your characters are headed. Even a little.

JUST WRITE. Simple as that. Moreover - and this is important - write as if no one will ever read it. Don’t get caught up with how you think your novel should sound or even how you want it to sound. Just write it because it will create a voice of its own. YOUR voice. And that’s pretty freaking awesome. Putting myself into that mindset took away all of the inhibitions and self-doubt that I had and it created much of my best work. So write those cheesy action scenes or embarrassing love scenes. At the very least, it’s good character/plot development, it will get it out of your system and you’ll realize, later, that those scenes weren’t even needed. No harm, no foul.

Over write. Though many of the tips I'm giving can be applied to writing your first draft, this particular one is mainly for NaNoWriMo. As much as we would like to sit in front of our computers everyday or 30 days and just write, the truth is that we have lives and responsibilities that oftentimes takes us away from writing more than we’d wish. Sometimes for a whole day! (Boo!) But life happens. So over write. Write more than your daily word target. Especially, when you have extra time. That way, you won’t get behind and you’ll probably reach your goal sooner than you thought.

Stick with it. If you get #PlotStuck, don’t give up. What helped me, was to write chronologically. Meaning, I forced myself to get through whatever writer’s block I thought I had. Even if it’s introducing a new character, object or location to get the juices flowing, again. Some may say to skip over it and come back to it later but that’s how I got into a habit of not finishing novels. For me, waiting to get over that barrier - whether it was taking a quick break or a walk or reading - got me through several of those hurdles. What I’ve learned is if you’re serious about writing, you have to get through it because writing is not easy and it won’t be the last time you’re Plot Stuck. Trust me.

These are some things that helped me write and finish my first drafts. They may not work for everyone so take what you can and leave what you can’t. These aren’t the only tips I have but just the ones I have at the moment. I’ll be sharing more of those tips when they come to me. Or if you have a different question about my writing or my process or the blog or even my first draft, just ask me!

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