#i would like to continue that but i'm worried i wont have the money to do that so i wont have a choice

[azurlily]

could I request midnight from mha with a short s/o nsfw and sfw |^-^|

Got you!! Love midnight shes so pretty😊💕! Now I want everyone to know Midnight herself is a whole NSFW warning so I'm giving that ahead. Also I'm sorry annon but I might not be able to do a lot of BNHA just yet, I need to catch up on it first.

Nemuri Kayama(Midnight with a short s/o

Midnight is, to put it plainly a flirt. So imagine talking to you, she has a smirk on her face, she continues to make pokes about your height.

You're 5'2 while she's 5'9. It was insulting and embarrassing to have her wrap her arms around you and remind you just how small you were.

"You remind me of a cute litte teddy bear!"

Doesn't matter if you're a pro hero or a civilian. She asks you out by taking you to a small restaurant and over your food she tells you she wants to go out.

You'd never seen her so flustered. You said yes, and she got right back to her flirting.

Over time she stopped making so many jokes over your height and she started obsessing over it.

Are you going to be okay? What if a villain tries to hurt you and because of your height you wont be noticed.

You reassured her that these were normal for a hero, but it was okay. It didn't matter because you were going to be okay.

You were going to stay safe for her.

The two of you find that people look at you oddly, I mean this woman is an ethereal goddess. Who wouldn't look at you two?

"Pay no mind to them, they're just jealous of what we have."

And they are, she has money, status, power. She has things people only dream of having. In her eyes, you're on of those things.

She's a sugar mommy, she loves buying you things and spending time with you. She has a day set up once a week where she takes you to different stores and buys you whatever you look at.

She feels the need to buy you things out of fear. What if you leave her? What would she do? What could she do?

She thought(for the first few months of your relationship) you wanted her to buy you things. Over time she's seen you are more than happy to let her buy you things, but you dont force her.

She's had past lovers who did just that and didn't know how to feel. You reminded her that you love her no matter what, wether she had money or not.

You wear her clothes. You wear her clothes and they are fucking huge on you. A normal shirt for her is a dress for you. She loves seeing you wear her clothes.

It reminds her that you're hers. She gets to see you wearing her clothes. She sees you wearing her things, in her house, you are hers. She loves to think of it.

Very protective, as mentioned earlier she is worried about you. Constantly. She loves you and couldn't bear to see you hurt.

She has you wear a bracelet so she can track where you go. She gets worried and just wants to keep you safe.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

"C'mon darling, you can do better than that. If you cant then you really aren't worth much, hm?"

She loves to degrade you. Seeing you cry out in pain, cry out for her. It turns her own to no extent.

Because of your height she likes putting you in positions where your height is very evident.

She likes having you on top of her on her strap. She'll have you jump up and down the louder you cry the rougher she gets. It's not your fault, it's because the toy just keeps kissing you cervix.

She finds it adorable when you whine about it being too much. She loves it because she knows you'll take it anyway.

She has also has quite the praise kink. Receiving and giving. She loves hearing you tell her how good she's doing. She also loves to remind you just how much of a good girl you are.

She prefers mistress over anything else. When you first called her it she went crazy. You couldn't walk for a good day or two.

She has loves body worship. She loves to tie you up and worship every last bit of your skin. Kissing, biting, licking, doesn't matter. She'll make sure you know just how much she adores you.

Is believe she really likes oral. In a sense that yes, she likes when you eat her out. But when you let her eat you out. Well, she knows what she's doing.

She'll make you scream, she likes hearing you scream, the more vocal you are, the rougher she gets.

She has a thing for whips, chains, and floggers. She likes hearing you cry when she hits you with a whip.

"Oh, hun, you can take a couple more. Your ass isn't even that red, just a few more."

She knows your limits, she want, no needs you to voice your concerns. She needs to know what's too much, or not enough. She's a great lover, and wants to make sure you know just how great she can be.

She's pretty sweet on days where it's less sexual and more intimate. She'll hold you close, bringing you to bliss with nothing but her fingers.

Other days it's rough. Sweaty, lust filled sex. Some days it's not about love, it's about fucking eachother so hard you're raw in the morning.

The two of you make time specifically for nights when you want to love eachother. Other days it just happens, and it feels amazing.

Midnight will get a bit touchy throughout the day. She wants you all shaky and ready for her by the time you're home.

The two of you will be in her car and she has a hand on your thigh. She reminds you to wait, to be good and wait till you're home.

If you get bratty, she'll pull your hair and remind you.

"Dont. If you keep that up, I cant promise to be nice when we get home.

Gentle, but very jittery during aftercare. At first she's afraid she'll fuck up and you'll go into subdrop.

She overtime learns what you like, what keeps you calm, what makes you get all flushes and pull her closer.

She's a great lover, and even greater woman. She just loves you, let her make you feel loved.

#wlw #lesbian #bnha #midnight x reader #nemuri x reader #nemuri kayama #bnha girls #im bad at this #i cant write

[milknhonies]

Please someone lobotomise me. I don't want to have big human thoughts. I'm done. Just put me in a care home and let me go through dementia as I enjoy puzzles all day. I'd rather be at peace and forget things than have to continue feeling like I'm constantly drowning.

I hate myself and I hate that I struggle to fit into society.

I just want to be loved and I thought I'd be married with kids by now (yes I'm only 22 but I'm a Christian virgin who struggles with the physical feelings of being comfortable with sex other than the smut I write and read.)

I thought men were real- I thought men were romantic and worshipped women. I didn't realise how objectified and then shamed we are by men who behave like animals.

I don't want to work and I think that's a massive reason I'm having such a bad breakdown. I want to be a Pilates wife. I want to be at home baking and cooking and meal planning and loving a husband. I want to mend his work uniform and sit and rub his feet while he oats my head and tells me I'm his angel.

I don't want to work in disability care where my tolerance is so minimal to loud, overstimulated (overstimulating for me) aggressive clients. Or work with babies that scream and cry and hit along with angry parents that yell at you the moment something goes wrong. I wish job employment agencies would stop trying to pressure me into these roles. I KNOW THEYRE UNDERSTAFFED ALREADY SO IM NOT RIDING A SINKING BOAT- no THANKS

I just want my dad. I just want to go home. I just want to be 6 years old. I want to go to preschook again and do painting.

I don't want to work from 5pm-5am and walking Brisbane streets at night all alone going from one cleaning place to another just for one client to write passive aggressive comments in the Communication booklet and my boss to start telling other co-workers that I'm having meltdowns and I'm high maintenance.

I'm autistic and I just want to be treated like a toddler or a dog because that's kinder than what's happening now.

I just want a husband to look after me and protect me.

I want to just make cute little videos and not have to worry my pretty head about money.

I DONT WANT designer bags or clothes. I just want to have a house I'm allowed to decorate and make dresses or bake for church. And a husband who comes from work and pats my head and tells me I'm a good girl. At this rate I don't even care if he's fucking a receptionist on the side.

I get it how these are such white woman tears. But fuck I think every woman should have this dream off they WANT without any shame.

I know it's a "grow up this is reality, you're describing something that doesn't exist." WHY CANT IT EXIST. FUCK.

I don't blame feminism. Feminism is amazing and I love her.

I blame classism.

People can't survive on just single home incomes anymore and that's fucked up to me.

"but women had jobs too you're just describing the rich wom-"

Women with jobs were mostly young single women waiting to get married or women who never wanted to get married but needed a liveable income. YES some entire families worked to survive poverty back in the day, I wont disregard that, but FUCK

you would think being so advanced as we are considering we mass produce via machine etc, human life would be "easier" BUT IT ISNT.

And I'm TIRED. I really am. I've been depressed since the day I was born but because it's so normal to me I forget how depressed I am and then feel bad when I burn the fuck out.

[sheviolentlyher]

It’s always “nice shoes” not “fuck your nikes they were made in a small room in china, bitch.”

multiple heart pulpatations today. i try not to think too long about it.

The american health system is a joke. I sat in the parking lot of one of the biggest corporations in america. walmart. completely willing and eager to spend my money because society says i need things to survive. I'm sickened. i know why my husband does what he does now. how he manuevers differently across the game of chess we call life.

The rich never need to worry. they can afford healthy food, the best medical care, ANYTHING. and im even sicker. it is some type of modern-day genocide. modern day survival of the fittest. how they continue to get away with it makes me sob.

My job as a woman and a mother is to protect and guide the self-esteem of my children. Self-esteem is absolutely key player. The world teches us a lot about money, doesnt it? who teaches us about confidence and regulation? They have got to realize by now that there is a chain of broken generations hooked together no matter what the differences are. broken adults teaching eager children. FUCK.

I will suffer for them in order to teach them what wealth really looks like, FEELS like. I have touched both money and a blank piece of paper, and they feel oddly the same. If the trees could scream a warning, it would be a blank piece of paper. I leave the fiscal knowledge to their father. Together, we create a dream team.

The system is the country. There is no separation. They want to ruin the repuatations of the "country" folk. Because they are the ones really living some type of "dream". We all live in a nightmare and label it a dream out of scheer denial. I don't feel bad for the poor. They know how to work the system just as much as the rich do. Opposite ends of the septrum. Don't fucking cry for me Argentina because I wont be there. I am busy working in the middle class so both the rich and poor can use me as figurative legs to get through life.

And we wonder why people are angry. there is no need for population control because the system is designed to weed out the weak, maybe not right away, but eventually.

no wonder my heart is pulpatating.

-x

#wednesday #oh wow #make sense? #rabbit hole #free writing #free write #diary #tumblr diary #diaryposting #personal diary #poetic #writeblr #writing #writers and poets #poetry blog #poetry #spilled writing #deep writing #just my thoughts #i’m just a girl #divine woman #my thougts #deep thinking #seriously though #deep truth #deep post #spilled feelings #in my feels #you feel me? #raw thoughts

[mageofseven]

Hey, try not to panic too much, ok? AI art isn’t that advanced yet, we can still make a difference! The people who are able to (ie wont starve or have to put off purchasing necessities and bills; do NOT feel bad for not having the budget for art commissions, that isn’t your fault!) should continue/start to support real artists, and the rest of us just have to avoid ai art and writing for the time being; most ai art you’ll come across will be on your feeds and stuff, so basically just ignore it (and don’t feel guilty if you interacted with or used ai art before you knew the ins and outs; we all make mistakes and you shouldn’t beat yourself up bc you did a fun thing you didn’t know had bad implications!) and hope it goes away. The idea being that if people get low engagement from AI art posts they’ll stop using the art generators, and then those generators will stop being made bc they make less money. Yes, my solution to ai art is boycotting it (when you know about it obviously. Like if a show uses it and you don’t know about it until after, don’t feel bad. You can’t avoid it if you don’t know it’s there 🤷), which isn’t ideal but idk what else we’re supposed to do short of finding where the servers are and attacking them. Which would be cool if we could, tbh 🤺🤺🤺. Hmu if you formulate a plan of attack lmao…I’ll bring refreshments so we can celebrate our victory over the evil ai overlords lmao /j

I know. I just have a difficult time with my emotions. I'm autistic so I feel my emotions strongly plus I'm just a big worrier in general 😅

Thank you for this though! I will keep your words in mind and try not to worry too much or feel guilty for my previous ignorance.

#sia speaks #sorry sorry 😅 #i didn't mean to worry anyone #i'll be fine #and Im still grateful for being taught all this #not obey me

[cwarscars]

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⤿   HEADCANON MEMES; COMFORT CHARACTER EDITION!   TW: death, family, religion.    

[ ❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it?

emotions, lol.

but really - i write heidegger as both a victim and a perpetrator of toxic masculinity. he was very much raised to never be 'weak' or whatever is deemed as weak. his friends ( as a young man ) tried to pull him out of this but the trauma of events surrounding everything during that time reversed any effect that they could have had.

continuing his life alongside the shinra corp and shinra sr saw him continue to progress in an environment where weakness and emotion were shamed. eventually, through further trauma & the way that he was forced to deal with it - he shut his 'weaker' emotions off. to cry, was weak. to love, was weak.

heidegger struggles with it & will possibly never overcome it because love hasn't gotten him anywhere. his daughters don't particularly like him ( despite him loving them ). the boss he pines for & the ex-wife he once loved both look at him with disdain. his enemies wont fear a man who's kind. & he's so entirely stubborn and brainwashed by this idea of what a man is 'supposed to be' - that the chances of him ever changing are just...sadly, very small.

[ ✨ ] what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? is there any specific relevance to these choices?

i answered this one /here/

so, as a change-up - i'm going to answer for young heid some aesthetics;

piercings // the rebellion that comes from a couple of hoops in the ear - a bar through his nipple that he almost passed out upon receiving ( a dare from a friend ). metal too expensive to be in his ear ( but bought with his parents money ). the dare of giving his buddy a prince albert

rugby // muddy uniform, bruises and bleeding and skin dirty with mud and sweat. late-night drinks with team-mates & sharing a cigarette while overlooking the oppositions matches. the comradery of team-sports & backing each other up against the ref.

katana // the skill that comes with wielding such a weapon, quick-draw & careful steps, aggression when surrounded by the enemy. strong swings but light steps. an artful sheath; his gaze reflected in the blade's edge. excellent care taken of something so fine. treats it better than he's ever treated any lover.

[ ⚰️ ] what are your muse’s greatest regrets? what would flash before their eyes when they’re on their deathbed?

his daughters. ( not being there for them enough )

for, sure.

i guess i'm answering this from a purely 'headcanon' perspective. but i write heidegger as genuinly loving his two daughters. he wasn't the best father in terms of, he wasn't always there. but he did deeply love them and was immensely proud of them. he tried to buy their love with money and things, never realising that all they really wanted was for him to be there. i think, his last thoughts would be them. worrying that they're okay or maybe...confident that they will be okay. heidegger is a strong man & he considers his daughters strong, too. i think, his last thoughts would be pride. not for himself, for once, but for them. he would regret having not been by their side more, though.

from a canon perspective ; i think he would regret nothing.

#(answered) #(headcanon) #thanks for this was cool to answer

[nevsclowntown]

Shisui Uchiha for the "send me a character" thingy please 😊 (and Itachi too, if you like 👉👈)

Thank you sm for the ask ♥ (Sorry it did get longer than expected and it also features Itachi)

Uchiha Shisui

First impression:

I was met with Shisui as I discovered malignedaffairs artworks and I didn't know anything about him apart from the fact that he looks gorgeous and that Itachi and him look breathtaking together.

Impression now

Ahhh Shisui. I think Shisui is REALLY really interesting as a character, despite the fact that we have so little information on him. But based on the info that we have about him I'm interested.

I watch a naruto youtuber and he has talked about the info we have on Shisui - apparently from the light novels.

Shisui did kill his best friend - or was in some way feeling responsible for killing his best friend - out of jealousy. The best friend he had before Itachi. Malignedaffairs made a comic about it as well and in there Shisui let go of his best friends hand and the fall ended up killing them. Now in canon we don't know HOW it happened but it is canon that Shisui let his best friend die (or killed them) out of jealousy for their strength and acquired the mangekyo that way.

Also, I think this bit of information is from the light novels? I don't remember, I watched it in the youtube video and can look for the source but yk, just for this ask I'll just talk about it like that. Anyway, Shisui had parents. I don't really remember what it was about his mother, but his father was bedridden and Shisui had to take care of the family, shoulder all of those expectations and make money etc. However, his father wasn't only bedridden but with the increase of his sicknesses, he ended up forgetting who Shisui was. He forgot that he had a son. And as heartwrenching and terrible this is - it was Shisui who basically ... didn't give a flying.

It was also Shisui who lied to Danzo to get Itachi into the root. Because in Itachis root trial, Shisui basically did the job and said Itachi was it - which brought Itachi into the root on Shisuis side.

I DONT KNOW. Shisui is already so complicated and complex from these bits and pieces of info. I love hot malignedaffairs painted the picture of Shisui being afraid of himself occasionally, worrying he'd end up hurting Itachi as well as he did for his former best friend.

Also Shisui having so little emotions left for his family and basically recruiting Itachi into the worst part of Konoha. The only person Shisui has ever really cared about was Itachi, from what we can guess and see and I think it's just interesting.

Shisui turned out to be something that I never expected from seeing those great artworks, there is so much behind a character we've literally seen ... 2 minutes.

Sorry for the ramble, this is totally unfiltered and chaotic but I have a lot of thoughts on Shisui that I wont be getting into too deeply now.

I'll leave it at that.

I'M INTERESTED IN HIM.

Favorite moment

We have ... so little on him :(

But probably that Shisui instead of just giving his eye to Itachi normally to use against Fugaku or to ... go there and use his remaining eye on FUGAKU, the way they had planned - just rips it out and puts it in a crow to follow Itachi around.

I won't get too much into the whole Shisui taking his life part but I thought it's hilarious how his decision-making goes.

Idea for a story

I'd love to explore how things would have turned out if he didn't die - obviously. And how the relationship/friendship between Itachi and him would have continued.

And if they would have managed to stop the Uchihan revolution.

Also, tbh, bc I'm a huge fan of ShiIta, I'd love to just take closer looks on their relationship itself and how they are stuck to one another.

I should read more on them - but currently I'm so stuck in reading everything elated to HashiMada that gets into my hands haha

Unpopular opinion

Not sure if these are unpopular, because I haven't seen many people talk about him :(

Shisui isn't really kind or empathic - he masks a lot and has troubles connecting to the emotions of others and himself. The only person he cares about, in the most possible way for him, is Itachi. In extension of Itachi he also cares for Sasuke - but only as far as it affects Itachi, not for Sasuke on his own.

He's good at hiding these things but to other people he's often coming off as ... a little off. Like that there's something not quite right to him. Except for Itachi - Itachi loves him and thinks he's great the way he is tbh.

Favorite relationship

Itachi and him !!♥

You can do so much with them and considering that we have barely nothing to none information about Shisui, everyone can freely put anything on him and we get such a variety of ways of them!

Favorite headcanon

Shisui barely let's anything through and things rarely shake him to his core. As I said, he's not really in touch with himself but I love the idea of malignedaffaris on how he's struggling with the death of his former best friend and in times where Shisui DOES get a hold on himself and can reflect on his actions and this ounce of empathic inside of his body grabs his ankles - he's terrefied of the things he can do and holds onto Itachi. He doesn't express these things often but when he does, it all just comes spilling out of him like a waterfall and Itachi does nothing but hold him and listen and reassure him that he's not worried or afraid of him.

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Uchiha Itachi

First impression

I watched Naruto as I was a kid for the first time. I was like 13 and everyone thought Itachi was the coolest and for that simple reason I loathed him. Haha.

I thought he was way too overrated and everyone was obsessed with him for his strength and his cool color combination and his aloof personality and I hated that.

I rewatched Naruto at the beginning of this year and I didn't LOATHE him anymore, but I generally disliked Itachi. Mostly for the things he put Sasuke through and because I wasn't really ready to dip deeper into the reasons for the way he acts.

Impression now

Yeah okay, don't touch me or my bby. I love him now. BUT not for the reasons the people I knew loved him. Bc I, don't think that Itachi is cool at all. Or aloof. Yes he's got a pretty neat color combination going for himself - black and red does work with any Uchiha. But I don't see him as super distant and badass and unbelievably strong.

I like Itachi for his weakness. And all those coolness-reasons are actually quite sad at the end, because Itachi also puts up a lot of acts that he seems so untouchable to stay safe while at the same time he's shattered into so many pieces on the inside.

Also, I think that Itachi isn't a genius at all.

I think Itachi is actually absolutely stupid - because the decisions he has done and the roads taken have always been the worst possible option.

Give Itachi two options to choose from:

A: the good path

B: the bad path

and Itachi finds a way to choose

C: the absolute worst route you can go

I made a WHOLE powerpoint about the decisions Itachi has made and why they are as stupid as they are. I do cut him the slack of making those decisions mostly when he was 13yrs old - but even as an adult he keeps doing things that don't make sense AT ALL.

(id put down the efford and show this pp someday, but its in german and so long it’s just too much haha)

To me personally it's hilarious when people say he'd be a good Hokage because he'd ruin Konoha in a day and a half.

I love him, with all my heart, but god he's an idiot.

Favorite moment

I have many favourite moments of Itachi, but nothing beats Itachi catching a chicken.

Idea for a story

Ahh, I don't know tbh. I love to put Itachi in the AU's my fiance and I have.

In our next gen Au, Itachi kind of returns as an upgraded Edo-Tensei but only for the reason to finally reconnect with Sasuke and live a quiet happy life without the need for violence. He deserves some peace. He also goes and travels with Kisame lol.

In the omegaverse Au that is mostly centered around the founders (which is why I talk about it as the omegaverse founders au) he is also there. Actually, because it's an au, everyone is there. And Itachi's basically left to raise Sasuke and Shisui is on his side.

I'd also like to see stories where Itachi was saved instead of killed by Sasuke or where he would have made different (BETTER) decisions.

Unpopular opinion

I think Itachi is an absolute idiot. (affectionate)

Favorite relationship

Romantic? It's Shisui and Kisame!♥

Platonical I can never get enough of Itachi and Sasuke bonding as siblings. Uchiha siblings having me in a chokehold all the time.

Favorite headcanon

oh this is hard. I like to think that Itachi likes things like tarot reading - esoteric things. He doesn't do that himself - like he's not the one reading cards but he likes to get them read once in a while.

Thank you so much for your ask again! - Sorry this got LONG

#ask #ella-and-the-ocean #txt

[ireallydontunderstandpeopleatall]

so i just got off a call with my therapist and she was so supportive of me moving to Atlanta and starting new and I told her about my situation and how tied I have felt to this place because of my son and how his dad has made me feel like i could never go anywhere and she said i don't have to worry about that because she believes there is a law where a kid at 13 or 14 can tell a judge they do not want to be with their parents anymore and become independence and I told her about me mentioning to my my son before that there is such a thing as emancipation but that he would have to be careful with that because if the judge does not grant it then that means he will having to continue living with his abusive dad who now knows that his own son is trying to get away from him. so she told me i can look in google for more info or talk to an attorney and that gave me some ideas.

so about moving to atlanta. it's funny because before the call i was like, do i even need this appointment and idk if i am just spendding money on something that i may not need. but then i'm telling her about moving to atlanta and she's being so supportive and i don't feel like i would get that kind of support from my own family and i'm like so grateful for her at the same time because she just lets me be me. like i feel like my close minded mom would be like "no i have too much going on here" or "no atlanta is too much ____ for me to move there" and then my uncle who worries alot would not like me moving away to the other side of the country and being away from my family system and i would miss him so much but i feel like i kinda need this. and then my sis and her kids i dont talk to them anymore so i don't feel like i have that holding me back.

anyway my therapist said i could always look into buying the home now and then renting it out or air bnb it and i'm like that's a great idea although i do worry about renters but maybe it wont be so bad so it is an idea to consider.

and then im like telling therapist tthat moving would be a great way for me to get away from richard and she is asking am i feeling tied to him or wanting to be with him or if he is pursuing me and i told her we talk throughout the day and she said it is A LOT of contact and i agree with her but i dont really have any friends which i also explained to her and she understood and said she feels like if i had more fullfilling friendships that she thinks i would need him much less and i think i agree with her. but being in this shit state with these shit people i can't relate to anyone at all because i feel like these aren't my people and they're rude and racist and i just want to be alone in my house with my dogs because of how unkind the outside is here where i live. but anyway therapist is really anti-richard so i know she feels good for me knowing i have a plan or positive outlook of where i might move to, bc i also told her that ive always considered moving after my son turns 18 but when someone would ask where i would be like i have no clue, but since atlanta it has been a healing journey because not only do i love the city but the people werre absolutely delightful and i just feel like i belong and that i could really heal and my stress will finally go down being there and my dogs will just love it.

since living here richard still calls be babe and i know in his mind he considers us being together and thinks we have a future and we are so close in distance it is all a possibility for him even though for me it's completely different bc i hate him for how much he lied to me and treated me like shit and i will never ever be with him again but then it's also been a year since i found out he has been cheating on me and i still have not cut him off and sometimes it feels like we can still be good friends but i dont want him to think we are still together but it's hard to enforce that if i have not cut him off and i feel like moving will be a huge message i am sending like "we are not together and i am moving on with my life and i suggest you do the same"

but anyway i am soo excited for georgia like seriously if i don't like it i'll just move but i am soo doing my homework, therapist told me to network with the viet and nail community of georgia and see if i can get setup with a resource manager on moving and i told her i am connected to a viet realtor here and that is also due to networking in the nail community so it's def possible.

[ponponsugar]

ok so...I need to get this off my chest....about what's been going on in my life and how I feel about Roe V Wade overturning...and not gonna lie I was gonna just keep everything to myself and not mention anything but-in light of roe v wade , I want to be honest with you guys here & especially my followers.

I'm pro choice & pro abortion.

not really a surprise if you've seen my likes on twitter & tumblr but there ya go.

as for how I feel about roe v wade overturning? its surreal. Its....nightmarish and I'm not even sure if I have it in me to cry as it feels like this year has gotten worse & worse for me and everyone...like I don't even think I have the tears even if I wanted to...as I just feel so emotionally exhausted and trapped.

As for what's been going on in my life?...too much. just too much to be honest. A week ago I was diagnosed with ocd which was also sureal...so I've been going through cbt & exposure therapy for it-which already feels like im climbing a mountain -but so far this type of treatment looks promising.

besides going to my cbt & exposure therapy I've been making appointments with my gynecologist to get my tubes removed. It's something I've been planning on doing since I was little as I've never wanted kids.

I didn't want to say anything to my followers or write here about it -as I was worried what others would think in light of roe v wade but honestly...I dont think I should feel shame in my choice of not wanting kids.

Already my family hasn't really taken to the idea and seem a bit uncomfortable about my choice but honestly...I don't want my uterus to define me, my life or my marriage.

I've never felt that maternal extinct and in light of roe v wade overturning and being told by the government you have no say over your body..

...it just feels comforting knowing once my tubes are cut out I dont belong to them or anyone.

To me sex isn't something bad or lewd and a baby shouldn't have to be the end result consequence of it. children should never be seen as a consequence.

Everyone has the right to express their love to their partner and every couple has that right to decide whether they want to start a family.

and as of now my husband and I are making plans to move to a blue state that wont dehumanize us-yes we'll take a financial hit but to us it's worth it. Already I've been hearing republicans excitedly discuss 'whats next?' and so far on their list its getting rid of gay marriage, trans rights, and interracial marriage. My husband and I are an interracial couple.

So moving away seems best.

and while I'd love to stay here and fight...I don't see any sense in voting in a red state that's just going to suppress my vote. As well as paying tax money to a state that finds dehumanizing others morally right. I certainly don't want my money going to my governor just so he can continue stuffing his face with cake and flying his private jet to go spout off hate to news crews.

right now finding somewhere safe is my main goal for now.

[shortie-babe]

Y/N turns into a baby pt 2

Obey me x reader

y/n means your name

Summary: You volunteered to help Solomon with one of his spells, But the spell was a flop and messed up. Turning you into a baby. Now the brothers and undateables (plus one made up character) have to take care of you. Lets see how they do!

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They go inside and all the brothers see you as a baby. They were all surprised not knowing you were a baby. “Why is y/n a baby?!” everyone shouts “and why is that demon holding her?!” mammon yells pointing at her. Lucifer sighs “can you guys just be quiet for once.”

Lucifer ended up telling the brothers every little detail because they kept bothering him about it. You were sitting on the floor next to him playing with some blocks, but then you see Belphegor sleeping on the floor.

Doesn't surprise you at this point. You crawl over to him and poke at his cheeks and play in his hair. Until he got annoyed and opened his eyes, but then he saw you and calmed down. “Oh hey, y/n..” Belphegor says in a sleepy whisper. “Hewo..” you say back at the same voice level.

You let out a tiny yawn. “Sleepy?” you give him a nod. Belphegor opens his arms inviting you to cuddle with him. You crawl into his arms and snuggle into his chest. You two drift off to sleep.

Asmodeus noticed and made sure to take plenty of pictures because “you two are just so adorable i can't!” mammon would have also taken this moment to take pictures to sell them, but his jealousy got the best of him.

You woke up from hearing arguing. You didn't like loud noises but you wanted to help, and stop the arguing. You walk to the kitchen and hear Mammon and Leviathan.

“Just give me back my money you scumbag!” Leviathan shouted

“I told ya i dont have it! I'll pay you back just not right now!” Mammon started shouting back at his brother.

You peek your head in to make sure it was safe. You walk to mammon and grab his shirt and pull on it to get his attention. He gets confused and says “huh?” then sees you holding his shirt in your hands. “mommn, stop with screms..” 

“O-oh, sorry treasure.” he pats your head, giving you a worried look. 

Mammon picks you up and you give him a hug. “We will continue this later, scumbag.” leviathan says back. “Hey! Have more respect for your-” “hey, y/n! Why don't we go watch some anime!” you give a nod while hugging mammon. Leviathan tries to pull you from mammon, but you wont budge. “Nooooo, only if mommn can too!” Mammon feels like he won. He's very happy while leviathan is annoyed. “But y/n mammon doesn't like anime, so come on.” you shake your head, holding onto mammon tighter.

“Come on y/n! He's a scumbag why do you wanna hang with him so much?!”

“Hey! You're just mad because she chose me!” mammon sticks out his tongue. Leviathan hit mammon on the head. “Ow! Hey! You're so lucky I am holding y/n or else!” mammon gave Leviathan the death stare. “If ya two dont shut youw mouwhs i’m gonna just go and leave you two here” you stare at both of them. 

“Fine. mammon can come.”

“Yayayayayay!”

You do grabby hands to leviathan to make him come to you. He was confused but still came towards you. You kiss leviathan on the cheek and that makes him go red. You were too cute. Mammon got jealous and asked for one too. And you kissed mammon on the cheek too.

You went to Leviathan's room to watch anime with him and mammon. Mammon didn't want to watch it but he stayed there just to cuddle you. Leviathan let you choose the anime but with everyone of the anime options he gave a long description of it. You ended up choosing the second one.

You were happily cuddling mammon while you and leviathan watched the anime. There were plenty of opportunities to take photos of you and mammon took all of them.  Belphegor ended up joining you three. He also wanted your cuddles. He wasn't distracting because all he did was sleep so no one just kicked him out. You four fell asleep halfway through the anime. Scarlet came in to grab you, she was gentle but you still woke up once. “H-huh..? R-ruby were we goin?” you say sleepily rubbing your eyes. “Sh, it's ok y/n. I'm just bringing you to your room so you can get proper sleep.” scarlet gives you a grin. “O-oh..can rudy sleep with meh?” scarlet gives you a nod.

You two make it to your room and you two fall asleep quietly. It was the next morning, You were at breakfast and so was scarlet. Everything was quiet but then Lucifer spoke up.

“Mammon, asmodeus, Belphegor, leviathan, and i have some business to do for lord diavolo.”

After breakfast you were in the entrance hall clinging onto Lucifer begging for him not to leave. “Bubu, pwease don't go!” You had tears running down your face. Lucifer picks you up and hands you to scarlet.

“ i have to y/n. You're gonna have scarlet, beelzebub, and satan here. And you're gonna be a good girl for them.” Lucifer stares at you while you sniffle and wipe your eyes. “You're gonna be good for them right?” lucifer says strictly. You give him a nod and say “mhm”. Lucifer pats your head and whispers ‘good’. They all head out saying bye.

You start crying again. “Hey y/n..shhh..it's okay!” scarlet wipes your tears away. “Why don’t I bring you to satan? He can take care of you while i finish my school work.” you give scarlet a nod. Scarlet brings you to Satan's room, You two were standing outside of his door.

Scarlet gives Satan's door a knock.

To be continued.  

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[taking-over-his-life]

A night of tricks cost me a fortune - literally

It was a warm night in new York, the streets were deserted as I sat in the back of my limousine, the light from the street lights beamed in through the one way glass, making patterns on the black leather seats, and creating beams of light as they hit the diamonds on my cuff links and the gold on my watch.

I was being driven around the lower class backstreets, looking for some hot young cock. I had come straight from my 5th avenue office, where I was the president of a major company, so I was still in my tailored blue suit, silk shirt and tie.

I pulled at my diamond cufflinks as I looked out of the window, for a particular hustler.

His name was Joel, a  muscled, but dumb young fucker about 22yrs, always wore tight leather chaps over his gorgeous ass and a huge package.

I had fucked this guy before but tonight I wanted to breed him so badly.

Leroy was my driver a huge handsome gay black man. He didn't worry about my special needs, as he understood them. It was Leroy who had found Joel for me a few months ago, ensuring

that the kid had everything I wanted.

Leroy was such a hot guy I have always wanted to get into his pants, but I ensured our relationship was kept strictly employer and servant. I knew he felt the same about me and at times the electricity was so powerful, but I always resisted and put him back in his place.

I wont say what I would have liked to do with him, but boy it would be really dirty.

We drove down a deserted backstreet, by now it was raining and the light hit the puddles of water on the ground. Suddenly Leroy started to slow down and I saw a figure in a doorway, it was Joel.

AS the light hit him his muscled legs stood out in his leather chaps , and the light hit his shaved head , he walked over to the limousine and Leroy got out and chatted with him, handing him a wad of notes, they chatted for two or three minutes, I saw Leroy grabbing his crotch and then kissing him before he opened the passenger door.

In he came , he was a vision of a young dumb horny and hot prostitute. Dressed in worn leather chaps, boots shirt and jacket. His head was shaved, with tattoos on the left side of his skull of a butterfly, he had rings on every finger and two gold chains around his neck which I had bought him.

As he got in the bulge in my tailored suit pants began to expand, 'Hi Joel' I said, 'evening Mr Strang" he replied, 'do you want my place again he said. "Yes Joel I do, lets spend a few hours doing what we do best"

I never took him to my home or any of my apartments, I didn't want anyone to know about my extra curricular activities, plus I loved the idea of going to his housing project home, cheap home cheap or second hand furniture, it gave me a real buzz, as my life was sheer luxury.

He got down in front of me and pushed my legs apart as he gently unzipped my pants and started to feel my package through my silk boxers.

He started to chew through the silk at my dick. As I moaned with pleasure. He knew I mustn't cum until I was inside of him and that would only happen in his bed.

It wasn't too long before we reached the housing project.

There were a number of black kids outside his block. They knew the score, but were only sorry it wasn't them.

Leroy paid them to look after the limo, and he put my thick leather coat on my shoulders, as Joel led the way to the sixth floor.

The lift wasn't working so we walked up the stairs, lined with rubbish and stinking of piss. This place was one hell of a slum. But I liked the idea of slumming it, it was so different from what I knew, the smell so horny rather than the cleanliness of my home which was spotlessly taken care of by my two servants and the immaculate lawns. My body smelt of the expensive washes and colognes, so this for me was so erotic. I knew the price of my coat alone could buy one of these places.

We went into his apartment a one bedroom hovel. He was not a tidy kid, but that's what I liked about him.

Le Roy took my coat and sat to watch TV as me and Joel disappeared into his bedroom. The bed was unmade and u could see where his body had been, I leant down and smelled it, so manly so horny, he watched and smiled.

I walked up to him and we embraced, our tongues in each others mouths tasting each other pulling in each others breath. My hands ran to his perfectly shaped ass cheeks as he started to undo my belt and work on my zip

I was rock hard by now seeping precum into my expensive silk boxers, his budge was it normal huge size accentuated by the chaps.

I took off my dark blue pinstriped jacket and put it on a chair, he looked up at me and smiled ‘you smell so good sir’ he said, ‘thanks boi’ I said, he took off his leather jacket and dropped it on the floor, then the leather shirt.

His body stunk of BO, and that drove me crazy, I got down and started to lick at his left arm pit enjoy the smell of a real man.

As I was doing this he pulled off my tie, and shirt followed by my vest so I was bare cheated like him

'what have u got for me Joel ' I said, and he pulled out some spliffs. 'light up boi' I said, we sat on his bed as he lit up the spliffs in the slightly lit room, his face so young so hard so horny, as I watched every move.

The light hitting the rings in his ears, three on each ear and the ring in his nose, he had two in his left eyebrow, not to mention the two I had bought him for his tits.

I reached over and rubbed my hands on the tats on his arms and chest, enjoying his young muscular body.

The match went out and he took a couple of drags and handed the spliff too me. He only bought the best Leroy saw to that, and boy did it have a kick. We kissed and exchanged the smoke as we rebreathed.

The sound of the police sirens and gangs shouting in the streets added to my excitement, it wasn't long before I pushed him on the bed and was removing his boots, pulling gently as the came away from his heels.

I had to smell my boi so I placed them to my face pulling in the smell of the leather and his foot sweat, which made me stand even harder.

He was desperate to unloosen his chaps and jeans so I could gain entry and so gently I pulled them off to reveal the goods I had paid for. His cock was huge and erect the ring through the centre stood up straight as if at attention for its master, his metal cock ring embraced his balls, and helped them gently fall towards the bed

Within seconds my face was in his crotch, smelling the sweat and man smell of his dick and balls, no cologne just pure male, I rubbed my face in it, to ensure his smell was on every part of my face. I held out my hand and he passed me the spliff, I took two deep breaths and handed it back, my head was light I was spinning and in ecstasy as I put his huge member in my mouth enjoying this young boys taste and feel.

He wrapped his muscular legs around my neck to hold me there

I reached for his tits until his dick started to seep, I loved his young manly taste. . I indicated enough and he released me.

I undid the belt of my suit trousers and let them fall to the ground. Looking into his black eyes as huge smile, wanting so much to breed with my tattooed pierced slut boi.

I kick off my shoes and got in-between his legs putting his ankles on my shoulders, ‘you want me boi’?’ yes sir, every bit of you’

I pushed the head of my dick against his man hole and gently began to push

I has so much pre cum it lubed my entry and then gently I moved in, he knew what to do pulling at my tits as I went deeper and deeper into that filthy prostitutes body ramming my manliness into his guts, the sweat was pouring the smell riveting I started to pound him

Stopping only to drag on the spliff.

I didn't hear but Leroy but he had entered the room and was watching it was only when Joel smiled at him that I saw him, he came over,’ no Leroy, you the rules stand back’

Leroy was angry but moved away muttering something like ‘I will fuck you sometime’

I continued to push into Joel, as Leroy watched with his package getting bigger, Joel was ripping at my tits, and I was so high on the spliff, suddenly my balls started to pull and I shot a huge load several wads deep into my boi, god his face was in ecstasy as his cum shot past him hitting the window and gently running down the glass, I collapsed on him, my sweat mingling with his and started to kiss him deeply holding him in my arms as he pressed himself against me, we just started at each other smiling.

Suddenly there was a snide look on his face, something I hadn't seen before.

‘My turn’ he said, I looked quizzically at him, ‘what’?, ‘my turn to fuck you’ he said smiling, ‘dont be stupid Joel’ I said, and called for Leroy, Leroy came over and grabbed hold of Joel but not in the way I expected, he started to kiss him .

They both looked down at me on the bed smiling, Leroy spoke up in his deep black voice, ‘you heard him, he wants to fuck you boi’ he said 

I started to stand up, but he pushed me back down holding a menacing fist to me, ‘what the hell Leroy, don’ be so fucking stupid, ill have you inside if you don't do as I say’

He started to laugh, ‘who do you think you are. Its only your money and possessions that define you, if someone else was in there they would be a better person than you, you fucking snob’ , with that he slapped me hard on the face, I winched, ‘don't be fucking stupid’ I shouted, ‘how much do you want?

Joel came over to me and caressed my face with his hand, ‘your a handsome fucker, I want it all’ ‘all’ I said  ‘yes everything’ he said, ‘once my cum is in your hole our DNA will mingle and you will be one low male prostitute, you like it here and u like me, so you can really enjoy it, I'm off to the Hamptons’ with that he slapped me

‘What! ’I screamed, with that Leroy pushed me down on the bed and gagged me, I struggled but he was too strong, the drugs were also affected my ability.

He tied my hands to the bedstead and within seconds Joel was in-between my legs, ‘I want to taste him first’, said Joel to Leroy, ‘Ok baby’ he said. and with that he pulled my ankles over my head so my ass was easily accessed, I tried to scream but couldn't.

Joel got down and started to lick at my ass, the feeling was unbelievable his warm tongue deep inside me,

He looked up at me, ‘you look terrified, don’t worry, you taste so damn good, but that taste will soon be mine’

He aimed his huge erect cock at me with its piercing, ‘you always liked this soon it will be yours’ Joel said. Suddenly I felt may arse being defiled, id never been fucked before and I screamed through the gag and tried to get free, I was too drugged and weak, inch by inch he delved into me pushing deeper and deeper, it was painful, but felt damn good.

Suddenly Leroy appeared, he had stripped, and stood over my head, he took off the gag and sat on my face, that huge black ass, down on my face his smell over my nose and mouth he was suffocating me. I was struggling as I was being defiled at one end and suffocated with man smell at the other,

I was as hard as steel and excited, then it happened, Joel shot into me I could feel his dna entering my guts and swirling around my body.

My own cum shot all over Leroy, as he got off me.

Joel pulled out of me and kissed Leroy, ‘it will be ours soon baby’ he said, to Joel  ‘yeah and this fucker will get his just deserts, shames its so good a body your giving him’

Joel started to pull out all his piercing and put them on the table and his rings, ‘mustn't have anything on baby when the change happens these are his now’  he said, he then lay down next to me.

He leaned over and started to kiss me with his tongue going deep into my throat, his arms went around me and he wrapped his legs into mine, I enjoyed it and responded, as we kissed he seemed to be sucking me out from the inside my memories intelligence everything.

Suddenly I started to shake and see lights in my eyes I couldn't move.

Memories started to appear in my head, memories of a deprived childhood in the ghetto drunken mother and criminal father, somehow it was as if they were my family.

I was an intelligent guy but it was as if holes were appearing in my brain and the light was getting out, my mind was slowing down a pace and I couldn't calculate or think in the same way, memories of sleeping in the park, being raped it was all me I was that person.

My body was being pulled somehow on the sheets in fact it was reducing in size, I could feel my ass getting tighter, and numerous changes in my muscles and face.

My knowledge as a city broker disappeared although I knew who I was, even my vocabulary was reduced, I felt so dumb so stupid, not in control.

I could hear Leroy from elsewhere in the room shouting ‘its unbelievable were going to be filthy rich’

I was in terror at what was happening, what were they doing to me, and what were they going to do with me, I started to shout, ‘help me, help me’ but it wasn't my voice it was Joel's.

The pain lasted for about twenty minutes, and when I woke up from it, I was soaked in sweat,

I looked around the room and saw Leroy smiling, and lying next to me it was, ME, I screamed and stood up, but it wasn't my body I was younger and covered in tattoos.

Leroy grabbed me tightly from behind holding my arms, and walked me to a mirror, ‘NOOOO’I screamed out ‘NOOO it cant be real. I was Joel the short male prostitute, ‘help me Leroy help me!’ I screamed.

‘Hey babe what do you want me to do to you?’ said Leroy, ‘Leroy its me Mr Strang, your employer’, ‘No man, your Joel a prostitute, a fuck boi’, he laughed and released me.

I looked over and Leroy was kissing my body and it was responding, ‘damn I'm a rich man now, my mind feels so alive’, and he kissed Leroy.

he took some piercing from the table, ‘Joel these are yours now’ he smiled I tried to run but Leroy grabbed me pushing me to the floor, ‘now come on slut’ he said, ‘do as your master says’ ‘Ill give you an extra $50 for this’ he started laughing as Leroy held me down.

He got on tip of me and put the piercing in my ears and then my nose, he moved to my tits which just started my dick rising, and then my dick. ‘all in place’ he said to Leroy, Doesn't he look the part.

I looked at them in tears, ‘but why?’ Leroy looked at me ‘youre a mean fucking bastard Strang, you never cared about any one, now ill get to fuck your ass your useless piece of trash’

‘No,’ I cried .

The old Joel, now me, started putting on my vest and silk boxers, followed by my well pressed silk shirt and tie. He adjusted my diamond cufflinks, and then pulled up my suit pants over his ass and belted himself in. He picked up my socks and put them on sliding into my shoes.

He smiled as he did it, with Leroy watching and getting more aroused.

‘there my clothes’ I shouted, both of them laughed at me and threw Joels jeans and chaps at me, ‘’dress slut’, he said in my body and voice

I pulled the worn 501s up over my ass they felt good as the caressed my balls and dick, then the used dirty leather chaps, they fit me to perfection.

‘Woof’ he said, ‘you'll get some business tonight with that’ as he sneered’

‘Hey Leroy’ he said ‘try out my slut boi, and give him 100 dollars extra, no, he’s given me a lot, millions in fact, tonight $150 should do’

I knew he has control of my millions and there was nothing I could do, Leroy grabbed me and in seconds he was inside me fucking me raw, whispering in my ear as he rammed it home, strangely I enjoyed it, the body was used to this treatment.

I felt I should love Leroy but it was apparent that wasn't the case. Joel was the one he wanted not his body and that is all I was to him.

He stood in front of Leroy and pulled out what was my dick, Leroy sucked it, he had always wanted his bosses attention.

Leroy enjoyed sucking all the pre cum he was in his element. My body suddenly said, ‘interesting memories here Leroy, this body always fancied you, perhaps if he had acted on it he wouldn't be me now, eh Joel’ he said laughing at me.

‘Its time Leroy’ the thief who stole my body said. I was terrified. leroy put my leather coat on his shoulders, ‘get him dressed, his rings are there he said pointing to the table., Leroy got hold of me and made me wear the leather shirt and the jacket

He took my hand and forced 10 rings on them, ‘perfect’ he said, he got hold of my head, I was crying ‘ ah shucks,’ he kissed me,’ ‘heres your keys, lock your place up ’he said ‘and come with us’. I locked the door of the apartment and followed them down the filthy litter ridden stairs to the limo, he got in, then me. Leroy paid the guys for looking after the limo and we were off,

We stopping in the alleyway where I had picked Joel up, he looked at me ‘out boi, go earn some money’ I was terrified, I touched his hand, he slapped me hard his gold ring cut my face, ‘never touch me, my pants are worth more than your life , now get out'

Leroy opened the door and let me out, ‘enjoy’ he said, ‘I will’, they drove off in my limo with my body and my life, I looked down at myself I was a male prostitute with little chance of doing anything else.

A car came by, I got in my life of tricks had begun.

#body swap #male body swap #body theft #riches to rags

[lovelivingmydreams]

Family and identity

And so we have arived at a new chapter in the Paper Flowers au. This one complete from the start. I promise. For those who missed it, previous instalment can be found here.

All the chapters can be found in the pinned post t the top of my page.

In this chapter Patton takes Roman's unintentionally given advice and it goes as well as you could expect. Enjoy!

Virgil was lying on his bed listening to music. He was feeling pretty okay. Not great, but all things considered he was having a good day. Usually that thought would make him panic and try to remember what he was doing wrong. But right now, he wasn't going to question it. He had a list, he checked it twice, today was just going to be nice.

Roman was really getting to him. Here he was once again being optimistic. And rhyming on top of that.

A sudden knock on his door had him confused. Hardly anyone knocked on his door.

Princey wouldn't knock on that one. The field had become their hang out spot. They watched movies, talked, listened to music or brainstormed together. It was nice.

So it wasn't Princey.

Janus and Remus were out too. Both tended to invite themselves inside if they wanted to bother him. One more reason to be happy with the field. He'd spent some alone time in there truly at peace knowing nothing could harm him there. If he didn't have to look after Thomas he'd probably move there permanently. And he supposed he couldn't leave Princey to deal with the specs on his own...

Speaking off those two. At least one of them was at his door.

The knocking was back. “Kiddo? You in there?”

Virgil frowned confused as he got up and walked to the door.

"Patton?" He said in surprise as he opened it. Sure he'd figured it had to be him or Logan. But between the two he would've put his money on Logan. Patton usually just announced that dinner was ready and left before Virgil could even respond. Then Virgil would go down to collect a plate and leave for his room right away. He'd been tempted to stay and listen to Roman's stories once or twice since they became friends. To gang up on him with Logan, pointing out holes in the grand tales and laugh along as Patton made a joke, making them all forget what they'd been talking about. But he figured he better not intrude on family time and risk messing up. They tolerated him when they were working. If he forced his company on them in their free time they'd probably send him back down. And as much as he cared about his fellow outcasts, he couldn't go back there….

Would his key work if he did? He should test it out, just in case…

He was getting of track. “What's wrong?” he asked. Trying to sound like he couldn't care less. He leaned against the doorframe to sell it better. Inside he was terrified.

Patton smiled at him nervously, leaning back and forth on his heels, wringing his hands. Why was he here? He clearly didn't want to be.

“Nothing wrong kiddo… just… dinner will be ready soon. Why don't you join us?”

What? “Better not,” he huffed looking at his fidgeting hands with a raised brow. He planned to turn around and close the door to freak out in peace, but then…

Patton balled his hand in fists at his side and stopped wiggling. “Sorry, but that wasn't really a request Anxiety. You live with us, so you join in for family dinners. I make Roman come out of the imagination, I drag Logan away from his work, up until now I’ve given you time to adjust and join us on your own time. But I’m done waiting. Pizza night is family dinner night. I expect you at the dinner table in 15 minutes.” And before Virgil could respond he turned and went downstairs.

Virgil went back in and shut the door. What was going on? Should he go ask Roman if Patton said something? Should he go to the others? Maybe this is a weird joke from J?

Or maybe this is a test? Or maybe Patton is looking for a good reason to send him back down? Proof that he doesn’t fit in with them? No, that doesn’t sound like Patton at all… what should he do?

“Dinner is ready!” Patton’s voice pulled him out of his panic. He’d been worrying for a full 15 minutes and now it was too late…

He took in a deep breath. He would not mess up. He just had to get trough dinner. And Roman would be there to distract Patton right? Right. He could do this.

When he arrived downstairs Roman and Logan were already seated and served.

Roman saw him enter and paused his recollection of his latest adventure to look at him.

“Evening Seymore Krelbore,” he greeted with an elaborate gesture.

“Likewise Bummertime,” he replied as he loaded his own plate and, to the surprise of both Roman and Logan went to sit at the never before used chair. Patton looked pleased at least.

He didn’t think he could handle a conversation though. Luckily he didn’t have to. Roman continued his story as if nothing had interrupted it and Virgil got away with just eating his pizza, thanking Patton for dinner when he was done, putting his plate in the dishwasher and leaving for his room.

Roman watched Virgil going up the stairs. He wasn’t surprised that shortly after he disappeared from sight he could feel a swift, but urgent pulsing from the key in his pocket.

He wanted to join Virgil at once, but then Logan said something that drew his attention.

“Patton? What’s the problem?” Roman looked at the paternal side and saw that he was looking up at the stairs with a frown.

Patton sighed and slumped in his chair, letting his head fall into his hands.

“It worked, but I don't know if I can keep doing this,” Patton explained.

“What worked Padre?” Roman wondered.

“Tough love… patience didn't get him to open up to us, but you seem to get him to at least talk to you for more than a minute nowadays. So I thought… maybe if I pushed just a little? I'm sure there is a wonderful kiddo hiding under that eyeshadow. I thought that making him join family dinner would help?” Patton explained. Roman felt a little guilty. One, he had given Patton this idea that had put both Virge and the moral side through a tense dinner for their troubles. Two he had all the answers to make Pat feel better… no. It was not his place to tell. Patton would understand.

He laid a reassuring hand on the eldest side’s shoulder. “If you wish I shall retrieve the pumpkin king in the future,” he promised.

Patton thought about it for a bit. “Are you sure Roman? Will he even come if you ask?” he wondered.

Roman chuckled and bowed. “No worries Padre I will ensure his company won't be lacking on pizza night ever again,” he vowed though he wondered if he'd have to break that promise.

He'd cross that bridge when he got there. He used his key to get to the field. The others never questioned his doors. He was the prince of imagination after all. Things like this were expected.

Once he closed his door, he looked around. Where… he spotted an empty spot in the otherwise smooth sea of origami flowers. He smiled as he walked over and sat down next to it. One leg straight in front of him, his other bent at the knee. He leaned back to look up at the clouds passing by. Supporting his weight with his hands.

“They do look lovely today,” he started casually.

“Still not doing it Princey,” Virgil replied to a question Roman had yet to start building up to.

“He meant well, he just wants…”

“Me to be part of the family, I know!” Virgil groaned as he sat up hugging his knees to his chest. “But I’m not and I’ll never be. You didn't see him when he told me to join dinner. He thinks that I’ll turn into one of you. All soft and optimistic. And he wont have to be scared of me anymore. That can't happen, for everyone's sake. I have to make you guys cautious. So we can't tell him.”

Roman could tell the subject was over. He'd tried to encourage Virgil to let the others in as well a few times. Normally he'd probably push harder, perhaps even until he crossed a line that wasn’t meant to be crossed. Ruining their friendship in the process. But the field was so relaxing, and their friendship was comfortable and safe enough that he felt he could fake his time considering his words. He'd found himself realizing that he kept parts of himself hidden from the others as well. Parts that he feared would make them loose respect for him. Virgil knew about some by now. He had very quickly picked up on how stressed the spotlight made him sometimes. He knew talking about Remus made him feel guilty and terrified though they hadn't talked about the why yet. Anyway, Roman would be a hypocrite if he made Virgil tell the others about his true self if he wasn’t willing to do so himself.

Roman sighed under the heavy atmosphere.

“Hey Virgil?” he asked, a small burst of pride exploding in his chest as he said Virgil's proper name. He was still getting used to it. And he was glad for their battle of the nicknames or he definitely would have slipped in front of the others by now.

Virgil looked up, curious what Roman wanted.. “Yeah?”

“Did you actually listen to my adventure? Cause it gave me a few ideas…”

Virgil chuckled. Roman was probably just looking for an excuse to tell it again. Knowing this Virgil nodded. “Yeah I heard you.” Roman's face fell a little, though he tried to play it off and Virgil grinned teasingly. “But best to make sure I remember all the important details right?”

Roman lit up, not even caring that Virgil just messed with him. He jumped straight into story teller mode.

“So there I was…”

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The Prince found himself once more locked in combat with his arch nemesis.

Theirs was as rivalry written in the stars. An ancient battle between the heavenly lights of goid versus the dark depths of evil.

And he couldn't have asked for a better opponent.

“How long have we been doing this dance? Surrender! You know you cannot win!” he bellowed readying his sword.

“Never! And 5 years today! Don’t pretend you don't know that,” his opponent growled.

The prince gasped, moved. “You remembered!” he exclaimed in awe. He hadn't been sure if the lord of evil cared enough.

“Of course you nitwit,” his foe grumbled a bit flustered before regaining composure. “Now die!”

Both men raised their weapons and charged with a battle cry.

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You are browsing tumblr.

Thomas's latest vine was hillarious. You are probably way too attached to the villain character though. He's existed about 18 seconds. You take comfort in the fact that you are not the only one. There is art and fics about him and the prince popping up everywhere.

And boy do people ship it. Suddenly you see a thread that catches your eye. You start reading.

"Considering how well liked he is, Prince's nemesis should have a name if Thomas isn't going to at least give him a title. I vote Marcus. It sounds badass and it is. It comes from Mars, God of war. All hail to our future overlord."

You chuckle. But Marcus does sound good. The thread continues with another fander stepping in.

"He should have a name. But knowing Thomas I'd think it's Kevin."

If you'd been drinking you would have choked on it. Kevin?

A reply from yet another user. "Let me guess you are one of that idiot Prince's squires? I'm with OP. The dark lord is called Marcus."

Oh this is getting spicy.

"Well you are clearly a henchman. Just look at how the guy is dressed! He looks like a 2000's emo kid. Defenitely a Kevin. XD"

There were more replies of people proclaiming themselves as either squires or henchmen. It's all in good fun. Plenty of laughing emoji's made that clear. You hit reblog and take a moment to consider who you are going to join.

Thomas has no clue what he's started.

Next chapter: By any other name

#sanders sides #ts sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #prinxiety #platonic or romantic #paper flowers au #patton sanders

[wreckofawriter]

The Not-So-Perfect Sister

Pairing: Sirius Black x potter!reader

Word Count: 4,442

Warnings: Under aged drinking, mentions of neglect, overall angsty

Summary: James Potters sister who had felt put of place her whole life finally breaks when Lily Evans arrives at her house.

A/n: I really like this one. Kinda angst but sweet. My inbox is open feel free to send in requests! Hope you guys like it too!

Being a Potter seemed like an easy gig to most people. The big house, nice family, a large amount of money, it definitely seemed like a piece of cake. And if your name is James then yes, yes it was. But if your name was y/n- or as most people called you James' sister -than no, no it wasn't. 

When you were eleven you had walked up to the chair and sat down with your eyes locked on your smiling brother. He was seated between his three best friends and practically glowing with excitement from the gold and red table.

The old hat was placed on your head and you could already the word that would flow from its leathery mouth. But to your surprise along with everyone else's in the large dining hall, not even a second after the hat landed on your y/h/c head it bellowed, "Slytherin!" 

The hall fell silent and your eyes, still on your brother went wide. James' on the other hand narrowed, his lips piercing to a thin line. 

You felt your heart break as your best friend turned away from you in disgust. And at eleven years old you had already been smashed to pieces by the person you loved most. 

Your parents had sent you a letter telling you it was alright to be in a different house but they didn't act like it was. When James joined the quidditch team they had cheered for him and came to as many games as they could. 

When you joined the Slytherin team as a keeper they had dismissed it with a wave of a hand and only came to your games when you happen to be playing Gryffindor. They were always adorned in yellow and red. 

They almost never sent you letters when James received one once a week. They would support James no matter what, but if you slipped up even once they would come down on you in a hail storm of fury.

By third year you stopped coming home over breaks, you would spend Christmas at Hogwarts alone. But summers were unavoidable. You would simply go home and hide in your room, only coming down stairs for meals which you eat in silence as you listened to your parents gush about James' achievements. 

When Sirius joined you in your fourth year, their fifth, your life went from bad to worse.

Sirius was an asshole. He always was and always will be. He was arrogant and stubborn, he was sure he was the best thing in the world and that he had everyone trapped under his finger. And watching him receive more love from your parents than you did made living under the same roof as the boy nearly impossible. 

What made it worse was the fact that he was irritatingly handsome. He was dashing and charming, somehow managing to make you hate him just to avoid feeling something else.  It made you sick that you even had thoughts of him in a positive way whatsoever. But even though you would never admit it, you did.

And now you had to welcome another one of your least favorite people into your life.

You hated Lily Evans. From the minute layed eyes on the girl you could feel a sickening loathing build up in you like a fire. With each overly sweet smile she threw and disgustingly soft laugh she uttered the larger that fire burned. 

It wasn't like she had ever done anything wrong to you. She was always nice when you passed in the hallways, she never picked on you or called you 'James' little sister' a term you had grown to hate. She was always kind to you, even when your brother was being a brat like usual. And that was one of the many reasons you hated her. 

She was perfect. It made you want to hurl. Her fiery red hair and emerald eyes. Her perfect grades and great scores. She was kind, brave, smart and cunning. She had it all. Plus your brother, who wouldn't even spare you a glance, trailed after her like a lost puppy. She was the physical embodiment of everything you hated. 

Of course now she was dating James which meant you had to put up with her bullshit even more than usual. 

You were downstairs making yourself a sandwich, when the doorbell rang. You rolled your eyes and walked to go open it. 

You swung the door open ready to shoo away some girl scouts when you came face with your worst nightmare.

"Hey y/n!" She smiled waving a bit. 

Your mouth dropped and eyes went wide before narrowing to slits and your mouth slamming shut into a scowl. 

You merely growled the word "Nope." Before slamming the door shut straight into her face. 

"Y/n! What the hell?" You turned your mood souring from bad to worse. 

"You deal with you preppy girlfriend James, I dont have the energy for her." You hissed. 

He simply rushed past you his shoulder hitting yours harshly as he passed and opened the door.

"Lily, I am so sorry for my sister is being an asshole again.." 

The rest of the conversation died out as you snatched your sandwich and darted upstairs. You quickly slammed into James room to meet Sirius, who was adorned in only a towel his black hair dripping wet. You ignored the sight and focused on the problem at hand.

"What the hell y/n?!" Sirius snapped, his face flushing. 

"Yeah what the hell!" You responded to worked up to care about his lack of clothing. 

Sirius shot you a confused look, his cheeks now a blazing red.

"Why is Evans here?!" You screeched. 

"Maybe because she's meeting her boyfriend's parents?" Sirius bellowed back, "Now get out!" 

You ran from the room slamming the door behind you and retreating from your safe haven. You stopped in your tracks when you saw your mother frantically attempting to clean your room. 

"Y/n!" She scolded, "Your room is a complete disaster!" 

"What are you doing in here?" You asked voice angry. 

"Lily is going to be sleeping in here so clean this place up!" She yelled motioning to your disaster of a room. 

Your fury strengthened, "I wont clean shit for that bitch." You growled. 

"Y/n!" Your mother gasped in disgust.

You left before she had a chance to say anything more. Your head pounded as you thundered down the steps not bothering to move in the slightest as your brother and his girlfriend ascended upward. You shouldered them roughly out of the way James protests fading in the back of your mind.

You ran for the door, grabbing your purse and shoes from the mudroom before sprinting onto the street. 

It had rained that night so everything was damp, causing your mitch-matched socks thin fabric to grow cold and wet. The scent of wet asphalt and dewy grass filled you helping to calm your nerves as you ran from your inevitable future. 

You knew that eventually you were going to have to go back to that house and deal with your mother and father and brother and his girlfriend and probably his best friend too. But you ignored that fact sitting on a bench to pull on your converse. You didn't bother to tie them. 

You then stood up and began to walk with no destination in mind. You walked for about an hour before you realized how hungry you are. You never got to eat that sandwich and breakfast was a distant memory. 

You quickly found a small coffee shop and walked inside enjoying the strong scent of the beverage it emitted. You ordered before plopping down at your table and staring helplessly out the window. You watched people move back and forth outside of the window feeling slightly like a tiger locked in a zoo behind the thick glass. You stared at the thick purple clouds that bruised the grey sky, ignoring who's eyes they reminded. You were so entranced with the scene in front of you, you didn't even notice that your food was placed in front of you until you turned to see it there, the sandwich slightly cold. 

You sighed, too hungry to discard the food put in front of you. You ate slowly, as if you were unsure if the meal was safe. You then turned your head back to the street to see a dark haired boy smirking back at you. You instantly stood, sprinting for the door. 

The idea of being brought back to that house made you want to hurl the sandwich you had just eaten. So you began to run not bothering to look back, your feet thundered on the wet cement of the sidewalk before you turned down an alley only to yelp when you were greeted by a bored looking Sirius Black. 

"Did you seriously think that you could outrun me." He questioned eyebrows raised.

"I could if you didn't use magic." You scoffed, attempting to shoulder past him and continue to the next street over. You were stopped when he grabbed you shoulder harshly. 

"Why the hell did you run?" He asked almost seeming worried. You quickly brushed off the thought. Sirius Black doesn't worry, much less about Slytherins. 

You hummed pretending to think, "Maybe because I don't want to deal with greasy haired asshole who is going to take me back to my living hell?" 

"Hey!" Sirius protested, clearly offended, "My hair is not greasy!" 

"You can not be serious." You sneered rolling your eyes. 

"I'm always sirius." He smiled back satisfied with his overused and unoriginal pun.

You resisted the urge to smack him. "Why did you come anyways?" 

"Your brother sent me." He shrugged, "plus we both know you don't want to walk all the way back to your house."

"Who said I was going back?" You challenged, eyes narrowing.

Sirius sighed, "You are going back weather you get on my bike yourself or I force you onto it." You glowered at him. 

"If I could you use magic I would wipe your ass all over the street." You threatened. 

"I know." He smiled, "that's why I'm happy you can't." 

"I'm not going." You decided planting your feet and crossing your arms, head held high.

Sirius let out a strenuous sigh clearly annoyed, "Come on." He whined, "Your brother said I had to bring you back." 

You pursered your lips, looking away from the boy. 

He groaned, "Are you fucking with me?" 

"Nope." You responded lips popping on the p. 

"You're really going to make me hex you?" He grumbled. 

You nodded making the boy let out another moan in protest before raising his wand and muttering "Rictusempra."

You immediately burst into giggles "You asshole." You spit out between laughs as a tickling sensation made you lose all other abilities. 

Sirius grabbed you throwing you over his shoulder like you were a doll. 

"I'm gonna kill you." You giggled unable to stop the laughter spurring from your mouth. 

"I'm so threatened." Sirius smirked back before plopping you down on his motorcycle and buckling his helmet on your y/h/c head. 

"Hold onto my waist, I don't want you to die." 

"Really?" You chucked, voice uncharacteristically high. 

"I'm on my way to changing my mind." He sighed sitting down trying to to flush as your arms hugged close to his waist your body shaking with giggles. 

He reversed the spell at the first stoplight you reached and then continued his way back to your house, your chest pressed to his back. When you pulled back up to your house it was growing dark out and you were beginning to question your entire existence. 

You groaned into Sirius leather jacket and banged your head onto his back. 

"Can we not going inside?" You asked hopefully, glancing at the house its windows glowing warmly, the door reminding you of an entrance to hell. 

"You got yourself into this one y/n/n, get yourself out." He shrugged before hopping off the motorcycle and snatching the helmet off your head. 

"Don't call me y/n/n and I didn't get myself into anything you guys are just all assholes." You spoke harshly.

"How was I possibly an asshole?" Sirius exclaimed. 

"Umm how about you hexed me and then forced me back to my house?" 

"I was helping you!" He yelled exasperated. 

"You were not!" You shot back, "You practically kidnapped me!" 

"You're impossible." Sirius scoffed at you before turning on his heel and heading inside. 

You scowled angry all over again before turning to face the house you knew you would have to walk into sooner or later. 

You paced back and forth for a second before biting your lip and walking slowly up your porch steps. You then slowly opened the door and slipped inside. You were greeted by the sound of laughter and the clatter of silverware. 

You poked your head cautiously around the corner to see your family seated for dinner. 

Sirius was serving himself some pasta while your mother talked to Lily and James messed with your dad. 

You felt your heart clench at how right it looked. The perfect son, the head boy and the quidditch star. The friend who needed help and received it, needing a family and getting one. And of course the perfect daughter. With red hair to match her robes and perfect grades. The head girl who would no doubt have an amazing life after school. 

You tried to imagine yourself at the table sitting in the empty seat, your head bent, staring at the food refusing to meet your parents eyes, your green shirt looking odd against the wave of red. The fact was that you didn't belong and never would. So you went upstairs snatched a blanket and a pillow and retreated to your basement. 

You plopped onto the couch and released a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You felt your eyes prick with tears as the image of the perfect family upstairs burned in your eyelids and you wanted to scream. 

You slammed your hands on to your closed eyelids, enjoying the pressure they provided, keeping tears behind them. Because the truth was as much as you hated your family you wanted nothing more than to be apart of it. You had spent your whole life attempting to get noticed, to simply be acknowledged as half the person they saw James as. But year after year you were left more and more broken. And now your parents fell in love with a girl they had known for only one night. It made you sick. Your hatred for Lily growing into a nightmarish beast. 

Your eyes popped open when you heard someone descending the stairs. You turned to see your brother leaning against the railing arms crossed eyebrows furrowed. 

"What do you want James?" You scoffed sitting up on your elbows. 

"What do I want?" James hissed, "I want to know why my sister is such a selfish prat." 

You sat all the way up glaring at your brother, "I'm the selfish one?" You glowered in disbelief. 

"Yeah, yeah you are." James spat. 

You stood walking to meet your brother, "How in bloody hell was I being selfish?!" You growled. 

"How about slamming the door in Lily's face, or I don't know swearing at mom or maybe calling my girlfriend a bitch before running off to fairyland?!"James was yelling now his voice echoing off the small room."Your damned lucky Sirius offered to find you because I'm done with it!"

You shook your head, "Sirius said you sent him to get me. He was lying?" You asked softly, You silently wished him to say that he wanted you back, that he had sent him, that he had wanted you here.

"Of course I didn't!" James shouted "Not everything is about you!"

You felt your heart crumpled. He hadn't wanted you back. Hell, he would have been happier if you had stayed gone. You willed yourself not to cry, so instead you laughed, a crazy demonic sound ripping from your throat and escaping your lips, "Your right James!" You screeched, "Not everything is about me!" Your fire full smile broke into a sneer, "It's all about you." 

James looked taken aback for a second guilt flashing momentarily into his dark eyes before being replaced with anger. 

"It's all about you. You and your perfect grades and your perfect friends." You could feel tears pricking at your eyes. "You and your quidditch bullshit, and your god damn bright fucking future!" You spat the words like venom from your mouth, "You and your bitchy girlfriend who's going to make the perfect little daughter in law!" You were now yelling your voice feeling raw as tears dripped off your chin. 

"Stop calling her a bitch!" James screamed back. 

Just then the door opened and Lily, Sirius and your parents came hurling down the stairs. 

"What in bloody hell is going on!" Sirus shouted but you ignored him. 

"I'm so sorry for calling shit as it is, your girlfriend is a bitch. B-I-T-C-H. BITCH!"  You wailed taking a step forward, you were now looking directly into your brothers eyes, just barley below him, less than a foot away. 

You saw his eyes burn, anger filling them, turning their dark brown pigment to black. 

And then he did something you would never imagine him to do in his life. 

James raised his hand and with one swift movement slapped you clean across the cheek

You heard a series or gasps and yells fall around you, your ears ringing slightly. You could feel where his hand had struck your skin, it was hot and thumping, a dull sting finding its home there. 

You slowly turned your head back to meet your brothers eyes which were now wide with surprise and guilt. 

You slowly removed the hand that had instinctively risen to your cheek and stared hurt and broken in front of your brother who's mouth had dropped open. 

"Y/n, oh my God I didn't-" 

"Rot in hell Potter." You spat your voice deep and dark. And with that you sprinted up the stairs. 

As you began to move the world resumed and everyone else began to take action as well.

You saw James stumble backwards Lily beginning to go to him but Sirius beating her to it and reaching the boy himself. You then heard him yell something you were too delirious to understand before a thud was heard followed closely by another shriek. You shouldered past your parents as you accented the stairs, the fact that they didn't even spare you a glance stung more than a slap ever could. 

For the second time that day you sprinted out onto the street, the crisp air hitting your hot face in a refreshing blow. You stumbled into the night ignoring your bare feet and chilled arms. You had no destination in mind as you sprinted down the sidewalk, you only had a location to get as far as possible from. You wished you had been thinking enough to grab your purse, you could have gone to a bus stop and left to Merlin knows where. 

You made it four blocks before one of your feet caught behind your heel and you were flung to the ground by the ever cruel gravity. 

Your hands hit the damp cement first followed directly by your chin causing you to bite roughly down on your lip. 

You didn't even bother to move debating weather living was even worth it. You could taste the blood in your mouth and feel it seeping from your hands as you lay unmoving under the buzzing streetlamp. 

You were pretty sure you would have lay on that sidewalk, your body shaking with sobs, blood slowly filling your mouth until you died if a strong pair of arms hadn't swept you up. 

You instinctively buried your head into the familiar musky scent as Sirius pulled you close to him. 

"Hey, hey you're okay." He mumbled quietly into your hair, smoothing it clumsily down as he pulled your head into his chest. "You're okay, I've got you." 

You sobbed uncontrollably into Sirius as he mumbled sweet nothings into your ear and held you close to him. 

"I-im sorry." You choked out eventually,  pulling away from the boy slightly. 

"What on earth are you sorry for love?" Sirius chuckled softly pushing the damp hair from your face. 

"I think I got your jacket wet." You muttered a soft smile darting onto your lips. 

Sirius let out a soft laugh, "You are ridiculous." His smile disappeared when he saw your lip.

"I'm okay." You muttered wiping the blood from you lips with a wince. 

"No your not." Sirius sighed quietly. 

He watched your face deflate and he realized that was probably the first time that someone hadn't let you lie to them. Hadn't let you hide behind the thick walls you had built. He called your bluff and it was unfamiliar and strange to you. 

"Why did you lie?" You asked quietly.

"About what?" The boy questioned, confused.

"James didn't send you. He told me."

Sirius flushed before shaking his head he definitely needed to change the subject, "James is an idiot." 

"He's your friend." You shrugged. 

"Yeah well I don't know if that's true anymore." 

You knotted your eyebrows, "Why's that?" 

Sirius sighed "I knocked him out." 

Your mouth dropped.

"If it was anyone else that hit you I would have killed them on the spot." He murmured.

You smiled slightly torn at the idea of your brother getting knocked out by his best friend. 

Sirius decided that you needed something desperately, the same thing he had needed when he left home. 

"Let's get you a drink." 

Your eyes rose to meet his a bit uncertain, before you nodded, "Please."

Sirius smiled as he pulled you to his motorcycle, lazily tucking the helmet onto your head and buckling it for you, his face dancing red at the proximity of your soft pink lips.

You walked into the bar Sirius at your arm. The two of you sat on the stools and Sirius used a bit of magic to order your drinks. 

He handed you a shot of vodka setting one in front of himself. 

You glanced down at the small glass then back up at Sirius before shrugging and raising swiftly to your lips. 

Sirius did the same laughing brightly when he saw your face scrunched in discomfort. 

"That was disgusting!" You coughed, laughing a bit, "Get me another one!" 

Sirius burst into laughter once again ordering you both another round, "This is the last one though, I don't want to have to take you home drunk." He said eyebrows raised. 

You smiled back, downing the second shot a bit more easily than the last, enjoying the warmth that twirled down your throat to your stomach. 

Sirius and you left, you a bit tipsy, him seemingly sober. 

"Let's get you home." He muttered smiling about at your beaten and battered form. 

Suddenly you broke free of him and stumbled backwards, catching yourself on the side of the building. 

"I don't want to go home." You pouted. 

"Sorry Y/n we have got to go back." Sirius sighed. 

"I'M NOT GOING BACK!" You yelled harshly, anger flowing through you. 

"Y/n/n come on it's not that bad, let's head back." Sirius sighed sympathetically. 

"I know your parents were shit Sirius, but at least they were terrible people!" You yelled. 

Sirius rose both eyebrows, "What?"

"Your parents were terrible people right?" You slurred a bit.

Sirius nodded.

"And they hated you because you weren't like them, you weren't s-somebody who would kill a-and hurt, so they hated you for being different. For being a good person." You rambled tears slowly falling from your cheeks.

"Y/n/n we seriously need to get you home." Sirius grumbled worriedly. 

"You're not listening to me!" You screeched taking a step back. 

Sirius stood unsure of what to do.

"My parents hate me for the same reason, because I'm different and I'm not like them." Your voice breaking mid sentence stabbing Sirius in the chest. 

"And because they are 'good people' and they are nice and kind and heros being different than them means I'm a terrible person." Tears now rolled coolly down your check leaving silver streaks in their wake. 

Sirius' face crumbled, "No, no, no. Y/n your not a terrible person, your a great person." He gushed rushing forward to capture you in his embrace. 

"Then why do they hate me?" You asked voice small and weak. 

"They don't hate you y/n. They love you." He mumbled softly one hand wrapping around your waist while the other gripped your head softly pulling you into him. 

You shook your head slowly afraid if you spoke anymore that your eyes would flood with tears once again. 

"Hey." Sirius murmured, causing your big y/e/c eyes to look up at him. "They love you, James loves you" 

You looked away from his stormy grey eyes tired of hearing lies. 

"Hey." He repeated bring your attention back to the storms resting behind his head. "I love you." 

His whisper resonated through the chilled air, like the final note of an orchestra, the strings still not unmoving. You stared at him in wonder. Then your stood on your toes and grabbed the back of his neck slowly pulling him toward you. 

Your lips connected in a sweet, salty kiss. The taste of blood and alcohol lingering between you. You felt his slightly chapped lips moved smoothly against yours making your heart flutter as your hand played with his dark locks, his own finding your waist and pulling you towards him. 

You pulled away softly gasping lightly for air as your noses brushed lightly. Sirius' own heavy breaths tickling your face as your foreheads leaned together. 

"I-I t-think I love you too Sirius." You fumbled lightly with your words. 

He simply responded by reconnecting your lips in a desperate kiss, savoring the metallic taste of blood mixed with the sharpness of alcohol. You tasted like a sin, his tongue dancing across your lips before they opened allowing it to slip inside. 

When you finally pulled away for the second time. You looked into his glassy storm filled eyes brushing his cheek gently with your thumb. 

"I need you." You whispered quietly into the night. And for the first time in a long time you felt loved.

Part 2

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[quidfree]

Ik you've moved on from hp so reason 1 on why i wont be offended if you don't feel like answering fair enough. You said that you're old quidfree account still has lmv on it i was wondering if since you've understandably moved on to other interests that lmv has/will be discontinued (if you don't want to talk about it reason 2 on why i won't be offended if you don't want to reply).

No pressure or anything feel free to ignore this message I'm still following and support your writing no matter what ♥.

hi no worries and no need for apologies- very fair question, and trust that though i have moved on from hp it’s not so much that i now hate everything about it; just a combination of changing interests as i grew older and my very strong dislike for joane rowling and the damage she continues to do to the lives of people who take enough shit from elsewhere. engaging in fan content i feel is something that i am still comfortable with as long as it engages critically with the source material, but trust and believe she isn’t getting any more money from me.

more to the point, to answer your question, as a fanwork LMV is not discontinued, and won’t be until i say so- if and when it happens, i would most definitely say so and do a wrap-up of sorts, not leave everyone in limbo ad infinitum. i know it’s sort of a nightmare fic in that it updates so rarely, but unfortunately updating it requires a lot of mental effort i find hard to make time for on the daily- it’s a fairly hefty piece to work on.

anyhow thank you for your very considerate and nicely worded ask, and if you ever want to read hp adjacent content you are more than welcome to ask for extras here too. i very much appreciate the readership.

#qui parle #qui repond #anon #hp #jkr #lmv

[lovysmtalks]

Welcome to the family

Hello there lovely! 💕

⚠️!!TW: mention of abuse, Mature language!! Read at your own risk ⚠️

It was a normal day for Marinette Cheng.

Working.

Working.

Working.

Working.

Did I say working?

Well who could blame her. Working at a the office would never be easy...

After a while,

She heard a knock on the door.

She looked up to see her dear mother bringing her a cup of coffee.

"Hello maman." Said Mari looking up from her papers putting her significant sweet smile on her face.

"Hello ma chérie (sweetie), how is work going?" Asked her mother gently patting her head softly.

"Its going ok, it would be great if it would be that much." Said the girl looking at her mother with tired eyes.

Sabine looked at her little girl with a soft glare.

"So, how is it for you? Got any new clients?" Said Marinette while picking her cup.

"Well, yes and no." Said the woman looking at her daughter.

Mari blinked two times,

'What did she just said?' Thought the girl.

"What do you mean by that maman?" Asked Marinette.

"Well, I have a mission for you, after your training today. You need to go to this club." Said Sabine putting a picture on her desk.

Mari looked at the picture.

'That's where the fricking Joker goes?! What the-'

"I know what you think" says Sabine pulling out a tissue after Marinette dropped the little cup of coffee on her lap.

Marinette looked at her mother with a 'no-shit-sherlock' look.

"But, we have heard that he's abusing his girlfriend" said Sabine trying to convince her Daughter.

"Mom, that's basically their relationship, he's a psychopath who manipulates and kills, and his girlfriend is well known to be seduced and manipulated by him" said Mari searching the article on her laptop.

"I know that, but a trust worthy source told me that she is seeking for help, but she can't get away from him" said her mother feeling pity for the woman.

"I-" Mari looked at her mother ready to refuse but then realization hit her.

"Ok, I'll do it, but I need a male body costume, dont forget I have some "things" in the way" said Marinette getting up from her desk, putting the papers down.

"On it ma chérie." Said Sabine smiling at her daughter.

After her mother left

The started thinking how she can convince Joker to give his girlfriend.

And then it hit.

'Money' thought the girl,

'But hes well known to get the money and shooting the person after' she thought.

Well, she didn't want to die tonight.

'Hmm, maybe getting him drunk enough to not realize what hes doing?' She thought looking at an her desk.

She walked to it and opened one of the locks

'Sleeping pills? Well, at least give it a try' she thought.

***

After 6 hours, everything was ready, she was looking convincing enough.

The pills were on her pocket.

She took a bodyguard with her just in case.

"Be careful love. Please come back safe." Said her mother.

"I will maman, don't forget to prepare the room for our guest" Marinette said to her mother as the woman fixed her tie.

"I'll see you later ma'am, I'll make sure to bring her home" said the guard as they got into the limousine.

***

The drive was long enough for the two of them to discuss how the plan would work.

"So, when we get there my name will be Benjamin Oliver, I am 35 years old, a rich man looking for a partner." Said Mari pulling out the fake Id.

"Yes, when we get there I will be behind you with the money."

Said the bodyguard looking at the road

"Before that I need to bait him into drinking something so I can put the pills in" said Mari verifying her pocket for the pills.

"Understand sir."

***

When they got there, the two of them blended in with the other people when a voice came behind her.

"Eyyy, my old pal!" Said the intoxicated voice.

She turned around to see Joker himself behind her holding a glass of alcohol

'Well, that was quick, now just go with the flow' the girl thought.

"Oh hello Joker. How are you doing?" Asked Marinette making her voice strong and masculine.

"Ya know, business as usual" said the man taking a seat beside her.

"Ah I see. Well, i heard some rumors that you sell something special." Said the girl trying to bring up the situation.

The man took a while to think what she meant until the realization hit him.

"Oh yea. Why? Are you intrested?~" said the intoxicated man.

Mari put her hand around his shoulder trying to put the pills in his drink.

"Yes, I am indeed. How much?" Asked Marinette after finally putting the pills in his glass

"Whoa, pal, dont you wanna see her first?" Laughed the man at her serious face.

"Well yes, I would love to see the lady." Said the girl making a sign to the guard to come with her.

"Follow me my friend." Said the man as he started to push people out of the way.

They walked to the other side of the club when they stood infront of a golden haired woman In a short sparkly dress.

The woman had bruises on her arms and legs, While her neck was covered in a little bandage that was just hanging there like it was supposed to be on the floor a long time ago.

"Oh Harley, I would want you to meet my friend...uhm..?" The man looked at her waiting for an answer.

"Benjamin. Benjamin Oliver." Said Mari looking at the woman who started shaking after seeing them.

"So how much would you pay for the chick?"Asked Joker, not carrying about the poor female form behind him.

Marinette clapped her hand and the bodyguard opened a suitcase full of packs of 500 dollars.

"Is this enough?"asked Marinette observing the man starting to yawn.

"Yes. Now Harley dear, you are going with Benji while i-" Joker could finish his line as he collapsed on the floor with his face on the couch.

"Quinn, you are coming with me." Said Marinette as she pulled out a little outfit out of the guards backpack.

Harley looked at her Puddin one last time before she nodded her head and took the outfit.

"Go to the bathroom and change, the guards will distract the people so they wont come here, understood?" Asked the girl.

Harley nodded and headed to the girls bathroom with Marinette following behind.

***

After the woman changed, they got out of the club getting into the limousine.

After some moments of silence Harley started speaking.

"Listen here man, just because you got me out of there doesn't mean I'm going to be your sex toy, got it?" Said Quinn trying to make her voice sound angry.

Marinette just nodded her head and the drive continued in silence.

***

When they got to the mansion.

Harley tried to make a run but her leg gived up on her after the first 5 steps.

"No need to run Harls. We are making sure you are safe" said Marinette helping the woman get up from the cold stone.

Harley tried to argue but she was too tired to fight back, so she accepted her faith.

Once they got inside, they were greeted with the warm of the household.

"Marinette, my baby! You are safe!" Said her mother running at her from the stairs.

"Wait, what?" Questioned Harley as she sat down on the warm couch.

Marinette washed her face with a tissue removing her masculine makeup from her face and taking the wig off.

"Whoa, a Kinder Egg with surprises aren't ya?" Said Harley laughing a little.

"Hello dear, my name is Sabine Cheng, welcome in our home."

Said Sabine handling the woman a pack of ice.

"Sabine Cheng? As the popular Lawyer?" Asked Harley out of curiosity.

"Yes, that Sabine" smiled Sabine as she saw the girl started to panic.

"Dont worry, we are good guys, we wont turn you in, but we want to help you get better." Says Marinette as she took off her suit.

"How does your husband let you take random strangers in?" Asked Harley chuckling a bit as she felt more relaxed.

Marinette's smiley face turning stoic as the words got out of her mouth.

"Did I say something wrong?" Asked Quinn worryingly.

"No-no, just my ex-husband wasn't a man of his word" said Sabine patting gently Harley's hair.

"He is a disgraceful man and a cheater." Said an old man coming down stairs.

"Hello Master Fu. I forgot to tell you about our guest." Said Mari as she got up to hug the old man.

"Dont worry about that little ladybug, everything is ok." Smiled the man at the girl.

"And welcome to the family Harleen"

(How Mari looked in her disguise | )

#ml x dc #maribat #billionaire Marinette AU #miraculous salt #marinette deserves better #marinette dupain cheng #ml sabine #sabine dupain cheng #please dont hate me #my fic #one shot #ml salt

[b000mbayah]

Without

Warnings: I wrote this last year when I was dumb so ignore how putrid it is :)

Word count: 2k

Snow gliding through the sky as it piles up on the concrete streets. The sky is cloudy as a mist fogs up our surroundings. Streets of Seoul full of people looking for gifts for relatives. The festive holiday is coming up and people are able to spend the day with loved ones. I used to be one of those people.

I lost my true love a month ago. It was a stupid argument over the most irrelevant thing imaginable, I was just so fuming at the time that I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. It was a trap, either way I was screwed. If I had continued the argument it would have worsened and if I had stopped earlier she still would have left me.

I could see in her eyes that she was broken due to the amount of times I've done this to her. I broke her again... I've broken her for the last time, and now she's gone.

If I had said sorry she would have left, if I begged she would have left, if I had just stopped myself from shouting in the first place. She's scared of me now, her eyes so full of fear as she trembled on the spot. I'll never forget the way she looked at me every time.

The following mornings were full of me proving to her that I loved her whether she wanted it or not. I would have done anything to make her forgive my foolish actions, couldn't do that last month though. It all seems pointless, love. I mean there are positive and negative outlooks on love.

Love can fill you with pure joy and excitement to the point that you forget the numbness that you'll feel after it's over with.

It leaves you broken as if you're a ship with treasure that crashes onto land, losing all its precious moments and times as everything inside spills out, never to be found again.

There are more negatives to love than positives and I swear that I'll never forget her, she was the one I loved most and I let go of her hand, I let her slip and now she's gone.

watching her on stage made me cry every time, hearing the news JYP sent out made me depressed... hearing that she had to have a break from her schedules made me feel guilty.

I look around my room as I retreat away from the window, empty takeaway boxes and cans all around my room. My eyes droop down to my phone on the floor.

Cautiously, I crouch down and pick the electronic up off of the ground. I bite my lip as all my notifications pop up. Multiple miss calls and text messages from all my contacts.

I tap on my messages to see hundreds upon hundreds of messages from my contacts, all of my contacts had text me, all but one. The one that had deleted my number, I refuse to delete hers though, it contains too many memories for me to simply release into a void.

I gulp as I click onto Jihyo's contacts as our last conversation over the phone comes up. All of this was just before the final argument. I was questioning where she was and when she'd get home. She was only practicing with her other members in their dance studio, I let my jealousy get the best of me, again..

I throw the phone at the wall as I got dressed and headed out, I can't say in my apartment forever. I forced myself out the door for the building and into the chilly winter breeze. I inhaled and exhaled the fresh air before taking steps towards the supermarket.

Layers of trampled snow surround the street. As I pass shops I take a simple look inside.

"Y/N!" I turn on my heel to be greeted with my best friend running up to me, a member of twice. I let out a broken smile as sana springs up to me with a massive grin and arms open.

Within seconds she gives me a bone crushing hug. ''y/n, please tell me you're okay?" sana rushes in a speed faster than chaeyoungs rapping skills.

"yeah, I'm just.... Upset about the situation" I frown as she gives me a look of sadness. She nods her head and opens her mouth, "I'm upset as well, I really liked you two together" sana smiles at her words as I gulp, she really liked us together?

"I've been trying to contact you for weeks and weeks but nothing, please may I take you to dinner? You look like you haven't been eating the correct amount of food, I need to stuff you up I time for Christmas" sana says with a worried tone

"s-sure" I stutter out as she grabs my hand and takes me through crowds of people that surround the streets and up to a fancy restaurant where richer people would dine. "w-we cat eat here, it's to expensive, I don't want to cost you that much money"

"no y/n, it's okay, it's nothing really only a few hundred. My clothes are worth more than this'' sana giggles out as she gets us a table with a view of a frozen pond. It took us what? Twenty minutes to get here for a view I'd a pond with what's most likely to be frozen fish inside. I'm not complaining but like those poor fish...

"Take your time, when you're ready to order please ring this bell" a waiter explains as she hands us the menus. We thank her before she walks away.

"what do you fancy getting?" sama asks as I scan the menu's dishes. "urm, the... Mmmm"

"steak?" sana asks me as u nod and go along with the choice. Sana hums as she also decides on what she's getting. I ring the bell as the waiter from before comes back with a pen and notepad.

"what can I get for you ladies?" they ask as sana gives him the order. He bows and leaves us. I turn my head to sana who's wearing a permanent smile right now.

"please come round to our dorm, the girls miss you" I tilt my head before nodding.

"sure but I may have to avoid jihyo" sana frowns at my words but nods her head.

Soon after the meal I ended up at the dorm. Still have no idea how I'm going to deal with this but I'm just going to have to hope for the best I guess. Sana pushes the door open silently, we take our shoes off before continuing on. As we creeped up on tzuyu, even though there was no point, I managed to make eye contact with momo who was eating the packet of cookies I had sent her months ago. She must be really far behind in her food gifts if she's only eating them now.

I place a finger to my own lips as she nods and watches with curiosity filling her eyes.

As we were practically behind Tzuyu we both leap at the same time, causing tzuyu to let out a yelp as we all tumble to the floor. I let out a giggle as tzuyu groans due to the impact. "Get off of me you pathe- y/n?" tzuyu changes the subject half way through as notices me. I smile and give her a small wave. "what are you doing here?" she questions looking at me like she's trying to read me.

oh so I'm a book now????

"I invited her-" I cut sana off, "she dragged me here, oh it was awful, she demanded it and she explained how she would burn down my house and throw me in a ditch if I didn't come" I dramatically say as sana huffs out a gush of air.

"alright then... If you say so but please get off of me, you're both killing me" tzuyu states as we stand back up, dusting ourselfs off.

We enter the living room to see everyone here, including Jihyo...

"Y/N!" everyone in the room exclaims but Sana, Tzuyu and Jihyo. I somehow become covered with six different females as they squeeze me like a teddy bear. Once they all release me, I give them a wide smile and bow as they copy my action.

"y/n, how have you been? We've been busy with-" and I couldn't hear anything dahyun was saying, I am way more focused on Jihyo. Her expression is unreadable as she gulps from time to time. her eyes dart around to find an excuse to leave but nothing comes to her mind.

As soon as she looks up we lock eye contact. I forgot how much I loved those eyes, her eyes show dedication, passion, strength, love... All the things I wish I had. I probably sound whipped for her and the truth is, I am. I would do anything for us to get back together but that wont happen.

"right y/n?" I break eye contact as I respond with a simple nod since my throat is sore from all the crying and screaming I've been doing. I really have been beating myself up over this break up.

"I said that her hair looked like a donkey on steroi-" and blank out again as I make eye contact once again with Jihyo. Only this time we break it for a few seconds before reuniting our eyes.

Without me or Jihyo noticing, Tzuyu manages to take the other members away to give us alone time. Once we realise they're gone an awkward situation is placed between us...

"how have you been?" she begins as she examines the pictures hung on the walls. "pretty bad, you?" I respond as she gulps down on air. "same, what's your reason?"

I freeze, thinking on if should I tell her the truth or not? There's nothing wrong with the truth. "if I'm honest... I've been beating myself up about the breakup, I'm deeply sorry for how I treated you Jihyo. That month I had spent alone had given me time to reflect on my behaviour and what I have done" Jihyo looks at me with an interested look but there's also something else there. "continue..."

"the way I treated you during that relationship was completely irresponsible, I had spent that entire month locked up in my apartment crying about what I had done, I was so frustrated with myself that I couldn't bring myself to forget about it and I'm sorry if I'm invading your personal space by being here but I really hope that one day you can forgive me" my voice goes shaky towards the end as tears form in the corner of my eyes. Jihyo looks me up and down, about to say something when the door opens up.

I watch as a male walks up to Jihyo, I could only see the back of his head as he's asking her questions before turning around to face me. RM? "she doesn't want to see you, please leave her alone she has me now."

My eyes widen in shock but I bow and apologise once again before rushing out crying again. I rush past the other members who share a look of concern before chase after me calling my name. I ignore them though and continue to rush my way out of that place, not wanting to be there anymore due to the once sweet but  now awful memories I have there.

[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Hey guys... It's been a hot minute now hasn't it? First off, I'd like to apologize for disappearing these past couple of months. At first, I was taking a break from writing for LOTR and The Hobbit because I was afraid of getting burnt out and bored of it. I decided to update another series of mine on Ao3, but then my laptop broke and I haven't been able to do any updating at all. I'm writing this out on my phone because of it, so if theres any errors I'm sorry.

Again, I'm so so so sorry for disappearing with out a trace, and I'm also sorry to everyone who left requests in my inbox. Until I manage to find money for a new computer, I wont be able to write any so this'll have to continue a little longer.

I'm so scared to post this cause I know I let a lot of you down, but hopefully I'll be I'll to make up for it. Thank you to all of my new and old followers, and I hope this can be resolved soon...

P.s. In the meantime, I created a Ko-Fi account yesterday on my fam's computer incase anyone would be able to help support me, but dont worry I dont plan on charging for works ro anything like that. It's just a little tip thing so I can scrounge up enough to buy a new laptop. I'll post the link here and put it in my bio if anyone is interested. <3 sorry for asking for money, I know its uncomfortable

- soyeahthishappened

#long overdue #authors note #a/n #lord of the rings #the hobbit #forgive me #im so sorry #ko fi promo #ko fi request #sorry again my loyal babes