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ashesinthewritten · 7 months

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Hello lovely peoples.

I just want to let all you A03 users & writers know that there’s been scammers on ao3. And this is all about my own thoughts on the matter and the parts where I poke holes in the scam comment.

Recently, i got a comment on one of my wip fics, that only has 1 chapter on it. And this will be a long post so beware. I’ll cut it in two paras.

Formality in a Comment?

My first thought, like other people, was that this is too formal for a fan fiction comment; this was formatted as an email from some sketchy person and/or bot. And this is obviously not my email.

2. No Specifics This comment did not name any specifics of this so-called Discord group, or who to contact (discord admin, mod, whatever they’re called, or otherwise)

2.1 Who’s in Charge?

For example: they did not name what the group is called, or when it was founded.

3. There are HOW MANY? Original Writers?

This person also stated that there was over TEN THOUSAND original writers. So let’s dissect that statement some more.

3.1 How would they manager?

I find it hard to believe that a Discord group with that many members is manageable in any way. And while I know that there are some groups that will have over 1,000 members. 10,000 members just seems…fake.

3.2 So many members, feels random.

And while 10,000 may be an alluring number, like with money, or ratings (like the 10,000/10 would recommend)

I do not find 10,000 other people, who may or may not be active, alluring. It would feel competitive. Like vying for attention, and bumping shoulders with the crowd to even get a crumb of advice.

I feel that—in my own opinion—smaller supportive communities are the way to go.

3.3 Original Writers? You came to the wrong place.

Original writers. Hun. This story you commented on is fan fiction. Specifically Hermitcraft SMP. A fandom about some silly Minecraft YouTubers that make fans giggle, froth, get feral, and sink our jaws into their minute or extensive lore and characters for fluff or angst.

3.3.1 Seriously. Wrong place

This story is FAN FICTION, if you wanted more OG Writers, go look in the OG Fiction filter/tab.

4. No regards for my feedback of this offer

Like other people have pointed out, this ‘person’ immediately distributed their discord link into my comments without feedback.

5. Exposed link in my comments, no safety

Literally anyone could have joined that discord (if we believed it was real) and could have tried scamming or corrupting or hacking the ‘10,000’ writers who may or may not be using that discord for their personal info, like data or credit cards.

6. You put a discord invite into a total stranger’s fic

Need I say more?

Why would a complete stranger put an entire. Discord invite into another complete stranger’s comments on a—primarily—Fan fiction website?

7. Where is the common sense?

If this was real, why would you knowingly share an invite to a stranger, where not just that specific Stranger could join, but literally any rando who stumbled upon that story.

7.1 Why would anyone trust you again

again if this was real, and i was apart of this ‘writing community’ why would I ever trust the person who blatantly exposed the invite to strangers unknown.

IF I was apart of that group I would inform everyone and high tail it the heck out of dodge so my info wouldn’t get compromised.

8. Nearly done now.

The comment ended with, “best, []”

There was no real username that signed off this note. No ways to contact this commenter. Clearly this comment was fake.

9. Checking the source

After I found this comment I read it, and thought, “yep, this is scam.”

And promptly opened up a fresh Ao3 tab, went to the work with this comment and tried clicking on the username.

and guess what? It didn’t work.

So then I tried searching for it, straight up, in Ao3 search. And there was nothing to find.

who would have thought, huh?

10.FINAL THOUGHTS

THIS IS FAKE, DO NOT USE THE INVITE, DO NOT TRUST SHIT LIKE THIS.

and REPORT THEM.

11. REPORT THESE SCAMMERS.

and don’t just mark them as spam in your work! This will not go to a real person! It will get looked at by an algorithm, I think

you have to actually report them to get it to stop happening.

A different blog said report them for “Commercial” something or other. do that!

it was the Third Suggestion in Ao3’s report abuse form for me.

if you need help, just search it up that’s how I found the form

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skunkox · 2 months

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Darlin's Jacket Headcanon

Been sitting on this for weeks , so just hear me out rq.

Dalrin's jacket was a gift from Asher. It was a present to cheer them up while they were on punishment when they were young. Possibly a birthday? Grades? Faught a kid? Embarrased their parents in front of the pack? Havent worked out the details.

It's a letterman jacket from a band they were really into. But the issue? It's a gooddam Unisex XXL, and the twerp of a Tank is like, barley 14 with not real muscle mass yet. My Tank at least is 13 when they make the move and join the pack in Dahlia while the main shaw pack kids are 14.

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"Ash. Remind me again why you dragged us to Hot Topic." Milo asked, reluctantly following a brace faced Asher into the cramped, and dim lit store.

"Cause Half-pint, your comrad in short arms has been looking miserable. Or at least, more so than normal." Asher snickered, slowly getting more, and more side tracked as he wandered farther into the store. It wasn't long before David grabbed the boy by his collar and dragged him to the back of the store. Milo flashed him a cocky grin while Asher stumbled behind David.

"We got a problem. You said it was this one, right? It's too big." David released Asher to nealty pick up the jacket. "I mean, I know it's the thought that counts, but it's just not practical, Ash."

Asher was already looking through the piles. Wanting to be 100% sure they weren't missing anything. Starting to feel defeated. There was no way Asher was going to ask the clerk if there would be another shipment. Nor would he be willing to wait for a possible restock. Milo looked at his friend. He could tell those puppy dog eyes were gonna start bulging soon. A huff escaped his lips, and he stood straight with his hands on his hips. Trying to seem cool and a little bit taller.

"It's not like they're done growin'. And a jackets a jacket. If it's coverin', it's good." Milo couldn't stop the noogie barreling his way.

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The handoff was swift. Just as the troublemaker was mounting their skateboard outside their middle school's gate, a familiar truck rolled up. From the truck's bed, Asher gave a quick "Heads up!" Before giving the equivalent of a basketball pass with a heavy black bag. A cackle could be heard, and the truck road off. Leaving them bamboozled.

It wasn't until Tank got home that they viewed the contents of the bag. The biggest, and goofiest smile spread across their face. They couldn't give two fucks about the size. It was from their favorite band. It was a gift. Someone cared enough to gift them something. Anything. But the fact that the few times they did speak, they were actually listened too. It nearly brought the runt to tears. It did. They won't admit it though. That's just embarrassing.

Really embarrassing. They were given a jacket by a boy. An upper classmen boy. A boy who was a part of their pack. Who they'd have to face on a regular basis. They did the jacket at the back of their closet. Still in it bag.

The disappointment in Asher's face really couldn't be hidden. Mostly for the fact that though the week of quick pass bys,they didn't wear the jacket. But he noticed at their next pack meeting, they'd give small waves now. Small smiles were attempted. This continued until Tank would inevitably start sitting near Asher during meetings. Or willingly go on group outing. This snowballed to the occasional video game or movie hangouts.

Still mostly lingering around Ash, or him leaning on them. When he did so, Tank would get flustered. But in true Tank fashion, would give his sides a punch or his legs a kick. Never hard enough to leave heavy bruises. What can I say? They play hard.

As oblivious to this Asher was, it was almost too embarrassing a site for the other second gen pack members. Cristian would poke his fun while Asher was away before Amanda could put him in check. Milo genuinely wanted to see how things would play out. David called them the "Disaster Duo" for a long while.

In true 2008 middle schooler cringe, Tank was convinced that the might have had the tiniest crush on Asher. But they denied it. Denied it so much that the others couldn't be convinced it wasn't true. There were lots of little arguments that summer. But Tank would immediately shut up when ever Asher came around.

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Freshman year was something......

The teasing started to get out of hand. Asher would definitely hear the snickers and teasing. Especially now that it was directed towards him by his classmates. Asher would deny it during classes and lunches that they were just his "Lil Buddy." It's not like he really helped the situation. Hitting a growthspurt over the summer, it was easy to see him from down the hall. He'd wave and call Tank's name out into the crowd. His little buddy was drawing in a sea of students.

He'd elped them get to their classes by becoming a meat shield. Tank was just barely able to keep up. Asher once thought I'd be funny if he could heave them over his shoulder like a cheap, stringed gym bag. Tank was flustered but kicked and punched all the same.

The teasing one again grew when Tank finally decided to wear the damn jacket during school pictures. Not wanting to be remembered in the preppy outfit their parent picked out for then, they stowed the jacket away in their backpack.

The little smile on Asher's face couldn't have been bigger when he saw them in it. He was on his way to take pictures, and Tank was headed back to class. He pulled them off to the side of a couple half functioning vending machines.

"Sooooo? How're liking the jacket? I know it's too big but you said you like listening to the band. That, and I've never not seen it in your discman. I'm sorry I got it so big. It was t-." Asher's lip got stuck on a braces bracket, and he began to fumble his words. Quickly second-guessing if Tank even really liked the damn thing.

Giggling could be heard from a couple kids passing by. A light shove was made by another to Ash. A quick "Dork." was thrown his way. Heat rose in his face. In Tank's too. But out of frustration. Asher didn't do anything wrong. He was just trying to be a good friend.

And it clicked for the freshman. Why overthink and cause trouble for Asher if they could be a friend? That could be comfortable. They wouldn't have to avoid him like an unwanted puppy. He'd been their friend. Or at least trying to be. Shit didn't have to be weird.

"Hell yeah, bro! It really saved my ass today. My parents wanted me to look like some sort of outstanding citizen or some shit. Can't wait till I can bulk up some, though. I'll totally be able to take on David one on one." Tank beamed and jabbedAsher in the arm with quick fist. This was the loudest they had ever been as far as he knew. His goofy ass grin was back on his face. Before Asher could get out a word, Tank ran past him.

"Thanks dude!" They called out from the crowd, not looking back and focusing on making it through the herd of upper classmem.

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The following years, Tank continued being bro-y with Asher. He laid off of a lot of physical contact in turn. But this was comfortable for them. Not real close like he was with the others but it was what Tank wanted. They seemed happier that way.

Tank absolutely wore the jacket every chance they got. Around their waist if need be. Ruined absolutely every single yearbook photo. Every pack meeting. Every fight. Even when they felt there was no one to run to for comfort. That jacket had been through hell and back. However, you can only stich fabric so many times.

It looks ratty, but there is no way they're giving it up any time soon. Even if hugs are always offered or dare I say mandatory.

Tank was now yelling at Asher for kicking their controller from their hands during their match of Mario Kart. Hands were thrown, but carefully so. The group of 8 were hanging out at David and Angel's after all. There was no way either of the two were willing to take beating from David. At the very least, another ban from the house. Laugher roared in the home from all sides. Of course, Sweetheart, being an opertunist, took first place of that round.

David and Sam had been in the kitchen, taking a break from the roundy bunch. He had asked Tank about the jacket on multiple occasions, but never gave a straight answer. He'd at least wanted to get it professionally fixed up. Tank had gotten used to all the stains and tears. Saying it was like "The scar that protected their scars." And was proud of it for always being there.

David was willing once again, shed a little light on the troublemaker. Sam let out a chuckle. The next round was starting, and he wanted to make sure he wouldn't be playing doctor that night. The two men returned. David taking his corner seat next to Angel. Same made his way to the recliner. His Darlin' not missing a beat, taking a seat on the beanbag they claimed earlier in the night between their mate's legs. All the while, raspberries were exchanges between them and Asher from across the room. His own mate laughing at their childsh antics.

This was all the comfort they could ask for.

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Jacket really be a security blanket, tho. Sorry for the shit grammar. Caught some kind of cold, and my vision is absolute shit.

Bromance anyone?

#milo greer #redacted david #redacted sam #redacted tank #redacted darlin #david shaw #shaw pack #redacted milo #sam collins #redacted headcanons #redacted audio #redacted asmr #bromance #they're just friends

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sokonoi · 1 year

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praise kink — kinkology 101

ft. hanataro, hisagi, ulquiorra, kenpachi

contents. fem!reader d/s undertones. praise. enthusiastic consent. begging. whimpering. strap-on. usage of sir. spanking. punishment

#1 hanatarō yamada

he knows it. you know it. he has a dainty little waist, dainty little fingers & those pretty doll eyes. you fill his head up when you praise him. makes him feel so superior. he’s your loveslave simple as that & everybody knows it.

usually hanataro was patient and kind. emphases on usually. today his legs quiver as you play with his puckered hole. he’s in a storage closet due to his own untamed lust. its all your fault though, wearing basically nothing under your long mink coat. gooddam it! “please y/n,” he whines. only for you to grasp harder at his hips. “know your gonna take it so well,” you pant as you finally sheath you pretty pink cock strap inside him. his voice threatens to grow louder. his fingers come up to his mouth, you kiss his spine. "that's it. just like that."

#2 shūhei hisagi

he wants praise. needs it. lives of off it. he’ll die if he doesn’t have it. he’s usually the dominant in most situations. even so he requires praise he needs to know you like it.

your folded over his lap, that's nothing new. he's upset though. he saw you innocently talking to kazeshini and... well your not sure after that. since shuhei gives you another painful spank. “please sir,” you plead pathetically. against the contrary the pain seems to fuel on your leaking pussy. “nah, don’t think I will until you tell me i’m the best.” you know what that means. “your the best sagi, love it when you make me cum. i love you..” your praise continues on as his fingers find your wet hole. playing with the perimeter of it before entering you ever so slowly. “treat me better than anyone.” the finger sheath you ever so slight. pussy gripping onto the tips of them, “make me feel so pretty always.” he fully begins fucking you with his fingers & all you can think is what a sucker, but he’s your sucker.

#3 ulquiorra cifer

denial, but for a different reason. he doesn’t understand what it is he’s feelings. he wants you a ttention on him at all times though.

he’s eating you out, surprise!!! it’s your birthday and he wanted to give you a present per grimmjow advice. “girls love it when you eat them out. you should try it, before you relationship gets stale.” now he’s here on all fours. trying his best. he’s clumsy with his movements sticking you with his tongue quite literally. it isn’t until he finds that frustrated nub. he begins to suck on it enthusiastically. your eyes began to water & mouth growing dry, “please don’t stop.” his eyes darken at the newly found desire to get you to come undone this way.

#4 kenpachi zaraki

denial, denial, and more denial. doesn’t believe he has one. he’s the top your the bottom. period. but still he can’t help the way excited trills through him as you praise. tell him how much better he is. how strong he is.

he’s a brute, we know this. you know this. he’s ruined you for anyone else. that was proven as you completely lose your mind against the wall. he’s got a tight grip on your ass, fingers digging into the plush pillows. his thrust are steady and powerful. this does nothing but make your sanity crumble. you work up the nerve to ask, “harder,” you squeak out. his eye light up as he picks up the pace. that’s not good enough though, kenpachi is surprised as your hungry pussy sucks him in further. “please harder ken.” he’s hesitant, but complies. his heavy cock practically kisses your womb. there it was, the crest of your orgasm. “fuck! just like that.”

your whimpers carry up to his ears. your hands grab up against his neck, the coil in your stomach is unbearable. “how am i making you feel honey,” he asks a playful tone in his voice, already knowing the answer. “just perfect,” you hum. your too cock drunk to notice he’s already spilled his cum in you & his thighs tremble against you.

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#SOKONOI/ARCHIVE #kenpachi x reader #kenpachi smut #hanataro x reader #bleach boys x reader #bleach x you #bleach x reader #ulquiorra x reader #bleach headcanons #x reader #reader insert #shuhei x reader #hanataro yamada x y/n #bleach smut #kenpachi x y/n #grimmjow x you #bleach x y/n #zaraki x reader #kenpachi zaraki x reader

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room-on-broom · 1 month

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🧭

Oh thank you.

Alternative titles for wips,

Not to be confused with a coffee Shop AU was originally Angus' new job, then Angus' latte hearts.

In Titian’s shadow was both life jackets, and shock blankets where id saved the files. It also had so many titles I made a gooddam poll.

Sand in my eyes, or sand in your eye was originally called the albatross

Pomegranate Seeds was originally ancient dreams in a modern land and I might switch it back.

😊

#works in progress #my fanfiction

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austennerdita2533 · 1 year

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Rules: list eight shows for your followers to get to know you better

Tagged by my darling friend @another-step-you-take Thanks lovely! 💕

The Mentalist

Ted Lasso

Gilmore Girls

Bones

Friends

Lucifer

Dawson’s Creek

New Girl

Tagging @gooddame @weepynymph @sekretny @frazzledsoul Only if you want :)

#tag games #about ashlee bree

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just-an-enby-lemon · 2 years

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I have a headcannon that Oswald is a Luthor suporter and Edward is a Luthor hater (except in Gotham, in Gotham they are both Luthor suporters). Luthor running for president almost ended their relationship.

Edward: I will NOT vote for a coorporate type, Oswald. I don't care about his vigilante laws, Luthor is a backstabbing son of a bitch and I do not trust him with a goldfish even less with the country I fucking live on.

Oswald: But Edward the vigilante laws will keep Batman at bay! Not only that but he will improve the economy! And besides did you even look at his research fund? He will improve America's tecnology and scientific discoveries a lot, a whole century of progress in two years!! I thought you would like that.

Edward: "He will improve the economy"? He wants to ban unions, Oswald!! His research fund does not absolve him from that!!

Oswald: Well, it would do me a gooddam favor, my people on the Iceberg are creating an union and I've lost soo much money with their stupid demands.

Edward: Now If you just had let them unionize and gave them their rights for the start like I do that wouldn't be a problem, would it?

Oswald: Look I understand you have a past with those, as you put, "good-for-nothing bilionares leachs that want to call themselfs ceos so we think they have a job besides being a dick to their employees and stealling the intelectual property of real geniuses" but you have to think of the future, Edward, and the future is Luthor.

Edward: Well when Luthor wins and shows how untrustworthy he really is and how little he cares about Gotham, I'll be there to say I told you so.

*they stop speaking with each other for weeks*

[Bonus:

Edward: Ozzie, my dear.

Oswald: Oh no.

Edward: Did you saw the news?

Oswald: *angrily* Yes, Edward, I did.

Edward: So you saw that YOUR good for nothing president is being investigated for leting the Joker loose in Gotham with advanced weapons for a month as a publicit stunt.

Oswald: THEY HAVE NO PROOF.

Edward: They have video evidence with audio.

Oswald: It's cleary a forgery. Arkham security footage has no audio and it's not that good.

Edward: *smiles* Maybe not ARKHAM'S one.

Oswald: You didn't?

Edward: Well I happened to be in Arkham when our "dear" president decided to personally and secretly visit the clown. Now as a citzen of this country was not my civil responsability to do something about it?

Oswald: That's iligal.

Edward: Reaaally? That's your argument? I'm a criminal, Oswald.

Oswald: I'm merely concerned. You are messing with very dangerous people, my friend, I won't be able to protect your from Luthor.

Edward: Protect me? *laughs* *shows a huge scar on his arm* Do you know what this is from? IT'S FROM TRYING TO LIVE IN GOTHAM WHILE JOKER IS ON THE LOSE WITH SPECIAL WEAPONS AND THE COPS ARE MORE WORRIED IN NOT LETTING BATMAN ACT. AND IT'S NOT BY ANY MEANS THE ONLY ONE!! I WENT FOR A COFFEE, OSWALD, A FUCKING COFFEE.

Oswald: ...

Oswald: ....

Oswald: You and I both know you drink hot chocolate and lie it's coffee.

Edward: I hope you die in a fire.]

#president luthor #i hate him #lex luthor #edward nygma #riddler #oswald copplepot #the penguin #riddlebird #i love oz but you know he is an anti workers captalistic asshole #Nygmobblepot

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gooddame · 4 months

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Happy New years Eve my lovelies!🪅🎆🎊

#gooddame

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misssophiachase · 1 year

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Top 10 Comfort Movies:

Tagged by @galvanizedfriend and @livingdeadblondequeen Thanks, ladies 💕

10 Things I Hate About You

You’ve Got Mail

Set it Up

Clueless

Emma (2020 version)

Much Ado About Nothing

Amelie

Notting Hill

Bring it On

Love and Basketball

I think everyone has done this but tagging (only if you want) @an-awesome-wavve @helpfulfairy @gooddame @notalittlebutalottie @princess-of-the-worlds @sekretny

#tag games #fun

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hellsbellschime · 2 years

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gooddame said: there’s a restraining order too not that i keep up

I'm sorry what

#goddame

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kickassfu · 3 years

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💗💕 for being kind and lovely, have a kiss on the forehead! 💕💗

thanks love 😘 have one too~~

#ly #gooddame #ask answered

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kirythestitchwitch · 3 years

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notice: I am now only accepting compliments if they are similies of me and murdery mythological creatures

#PIRATE SHIP TO SLAUGHTER #i love u jen #gooddame #THIS IS QUALITY MY FRIENDS

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strongbeautifulfulloflight · 4 years

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For @gooddame <3

Prompt: 0913 - (phone) sex with the ex - Character A kept their side job a secret. It’s finally revealed when their ex calls a phone sex operator and Character A answers.

So this was what it came down to. Another Friday night. Alone. In her room. With a phone.

Hi, this is Candy. I’ve got something sweet for you, I just can’t wait for you to taste it.

Look, it wasn’t like she was doing this for fun. And yes, maybe it was cliche to scandalously work your way through college, but at least she wasn’t on a stripper pole! Not...that there was anything ethically wrong with that. The point is, she could easily just hang up whenever things got weird or uncomfortable. Which they did. A lot. Guys on campus were total pigs.

And anyway, wasn’t college where you were supposed to experiment, and make stupid choices that you would probably never tell anyone about and always live to regret?

Bottom line, she was getting her bills paid. No one had to know how.

“I bet you’ve got some decadent fantasies. You wanna tell me about them?”

The caller in question cleared his throat. “I, um, I should tell you...I’m new to this.”

Caroline rolled her eyes, laying back on her bed. “That’s okay,” she crooned. “I can take it as slow as you want. Let you ease yourself into me...” She lifted her hand above her head, examining her nails. “I mean it.”

“That’s very kind of you.” He sounded like he was using a fake voice, she realized while he paused briefly. “I’m not entirely sure what I’m expecting to get out of this, to be honest.”

Her hand dropped to the bed with a thud. It was going to be one of those nights, she realized. She rolled onto her stomach, prepared to deal with another virgin caller. “Maybe you’re lonely.” His pause was longer then. “Everyone needs a little company now and then. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I’m not ashamed.”

“Then why are you so nervous?”

“I told you, I’ve never done this.”

She sat up, suspicions growing rapidly. “Then why did you call? Where did you even get my number?”

“It was a stupid idea. I was just - “

“Look, if this is another frat boy prank - “

“No! No, it’s...Forgive me. I’m not...” He cleared his throat again. “Just tell me how exactly we start this...sort of thing?”

Albeit hesitant, she had to smile at that. “You really have to ask?” His frustrated breath made her genuinely laugh. “What’s your name?”

“I thought the point of doing it this way was for pure anonymity?”

She laughed again. “You can make one up. Or if you want I can call you something else...”

“Something else?”

“Are you a dirty boy? I can be your little sex slave. Whatever you want from me, master.”

“Do men really ask that of you?”

“They ask all kinds of things. That’s the point. So, whoever you are,” she smiled coyly unseen, “why don’t you start telling me what it is you want?”

“Or,” he inflected, “we could just continue talking.”

“You do realize this is a phone sex hotline, right?”

“Which is not my strong suit, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

She hummed. Quite the charmer. Maybe she’d humor it for a few minutes. “So, what do you want to talk about?”

“Your hopes and dreams?”

“No and no.”

“Weather’s been nice, lately.”

She laughed again. “You’re paying almost two dollars a minute to talk about the weather? You may as well just call your grandmother.”

“Ouch!” But he laughed.

“Seriously! I mean what kind of guy doesn’t know how this works? You rub one out while I say dirty things to you.”

“Well when you put it so eloquently...”

“I can make it not so eloquent.”

“That wouldn’t guarantee a follow through on my part.”

“Oh really?” She crossed her legs, straightening up for her empty room. “I can make you hard in seconds. Just imagine me straddling your lap, completely naked. Or maybe I use my mouth to suck on you like a lollipop.” She moaned. “You taste so good...” She heard a slight shiver in his breath and grinned. “You like that? You’re so hard, daddy... My long, hard, sugar daddy...”

His laugh was a strained stutter. “Call me Klaus.”

Her eyes flew open, body numbingly cold. “What?”

”Don’t stop now, love...”

“Klaus?”

Her tone of voice lost all sense of facade and became instantly recognizable. He went placid, in more ways than one. But, no. It couldn’t be.

“......Caroline?”

She gripped the phone so hard her hand was trembling. Her heart was pounding through her chest so hard she could feel it in her throat. “Can you hold on a second? Thanks!” she rushed, clicking the mute button and throwing the phone to the floor, turning to bury her face in her pillow and let out the most infuriating scream of humiliation of her life.

#lolololol #oh this was so cringe worthy to write #the second hand embarrasment #klaroline #klaroline drabble #gooddame #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes

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