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♡﹕𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓, 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓! — CH.1 — Normal Girl

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A/N ﹕Chapter 1 is finally out!! I apologize if this took a little while, I have an idea for an Alastor fic brewing and if all things go well, the prologue/pilot chapter will be the next thing I post!

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This chapter is primarily exposition and fluff, so there are no content warnings for this chapter aside from a brief description of making oneself vomit.

𝐄 × 𝐌/𝐅 × 𝟓.𝟐𝐤 × 𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 × 𝐀𝐎𝟑

♡﹕Bring-your-reader to work day as one of the most famous idols in hell! Or, what it's really like working as one of the most famous idols in hell under the thumb of the VEES.

6:00 PM

Your alarm begins your morning with its typical assault to the ears and dragging you out of what was once a beautiful slumber, for a while your subconscious was even able to create a darling little wonderland blend of hell and personal heaven, but all good dreams had to come to an end at sometime soon.

Sitting up, you begin your typical morning work routine of getting dressed, brushing your teeth and whatever other morning activities that needed to be done. Surrounding you are dozens of printed posters and scrolls of yourself watching you get changed, most of which being limited edition merchandise from your concerts, and almost all of them had in bold letters “MONΛRCH” somewhere on the prints. After your meeting with Vox that day, he insisted that if you were going to work with the brand of the Vees that you were to take on a stage name to said brand. Before you could go through your mental filing cabinet to find something that would fit, Vox informed you that he had already picked your name from the moment you walked in: Monarch. It took a second for you to realize, but the patterns currently adorning your body with the resemblance of a monarch butterfly made it click. Plus, you did like how powerful the name sounded.

The last step of your routine was always to consult yourself a sprint checkup on your voice synthesizer and then perform some finetuning. Your current synthesizer is nowhere close to your first one, hell the damn thing originally couldn't even get wet, nor was it surgically bolted into your neck, though the two still shared similar parts in case the need for a quick repair arose.

… Aaaand of course speak of the fallen angel, that said scenario was precisely why you keep a constant eye on the quality of your synthesizer, because the screw connecting your voice bank and vocal chords was chipped. Sure, it was minute but even the smallest imperfection could lead to rust and infection that you just couldn’t afford.

The bottom half of your dresser vanity would appear to be nothing but a foundational box with a front facing panel and some regal metalsmith carvings if not for the card-slot keyhole poking out the right side. You keep the key hidden on your person at all times, while the contents inside hold no value in money or power you’re sure the reactions to what could be construed to be a stalkerish shrine to your boss would be the end of your reputation.

And his too you guess but you’re the cute one here.

Lifting your pointer finger to the back of your neck, using the slight dent of your nail to nudge out a tiny rectangular panel of your synthesizer. Or, it would be rectangular if not for the carefully cut notches on one of the sides.

You slip the key into the slot as far as it will reach, bypassing all 4 clicks then rewarding you with a 5th at ths decompressing tightness of the spring lock hinge. The once stiff panel now slides open, though not exactly with grace with it getting friction jammed against the frame caused by lack of use.

Not quite having time to spare getting distracted by your keepsakes you reach to the glass case to the left containing your prototype voice bank collar displayed like a diamond atop a blue silk pillow. You’re absolutely certain if Vox discovered you still held the beta technology he would gag like you were saving a meal that's gone bad. Absolutely adorable, knowing if you’d present it to any sinner in hell it’d be easy to convince them it was state of the art, brand new.

One screw acquired and you’re out of there, locking everything the way it was before, box, vanity, bedroom door, apartment door. The commute to the VHQ could barely even be considered a walk, actually, most of the housing within a 3 mile radius of their building was ultimately owned by the Vees reserved for employees. Smart way to both keep their people in line and control exactly who’s around at all times, gotta give them credit when credit is due.

The dredging silence over the span of two months had you in an urge to claw beneath your skin to tear out the stabbing anticipation that seemed to grow within. Should that evolve into a spiral well of anxiety you'd been worried the business plan sealed in ink turned into a ghost, but you were informed before your leave that Rome wasn’t going to be built in a day so you were left with nothing to do but respect his unspoken wishes.

When the hour struck and you received the details for the date and time of your next meeting in a bare bones text, you wish you could say it put your short term torture to a close, but the years worth of screaming in static was finally going to be over. You couldn’t make time move any faster, only make yourself move faster to prepare for your next encounter with the overlord that could now be considered your master.

“Monarch! Good, right on time, Now come sit.” Your overlord spins around the chair to your direction, beckoning you his way. You silently do as you’re told sitting legs pressed together handbag in your lap, before you even had a chance to touch the zipper for your tablet he waves your hands away.

“Nuh-uh, you don’t need to bother yourself with that anymore. I’m sure you know why I called you?” By the way his smirk stretched across the screen while his left hand reached below his desk you’d nearly assume he was just as excited as you for this day. You feel your eyelids pull back and you swore your eyes reflected twice as much light than when you first sat down if you could catch a glimpse of yourself.

The device presented to you in his hands looked identical to its future self if not for the fresher coat of polish it bore. You must confess you weren’t too sure what you were envisioning for this gadget to come out looking like, actually you realized you were never imagining something metaphysical at all, the technological cure to your aid came in the mental form of an intangible concept closer to a myth. But what was before your eyes was.. actually pretty underwhelming.

It looked like nothing but a steel box speaker attached to a collar with a dial, bare and simple. You caught a peek at something poking out on the other side behind it, but it didn’t catch your interest long enough to retain the observation. You weren’t aware enough to try and hide your confusion but you may have done a better job than you thought at not letting it show since he didn’t react until you cocked your chin to the side.

“Well what are we waiting for! Let’s get this show on the road and try it out, yeah? Turn around.” You were practically standing and turned before he could even finish the command. Sharp blue needles brush over your cheeks and under strands of hair lifting them behind your ears. You make the sound of the buckles on the collar before it’s veiled over your vision and behind your neck. “Fair warning, this will definitely be painful!”

Mayhaps you should’ve taken a bigger note on what you saw behind the box earlier, because you instantly got to discover what it was as spear headed clamps bury dormant in your throat through your neck so sharp it could pierce bone. Pain didn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling, it was like your brain tossed you back in time to repeat your lungs combusting to ash and your body soon reacted like you were suffering such fate again, causing you to start jumping and swatting out of the arms of your savior as if he were your next next killer.

“AAAAAAHH-aaahhhh?” Was that y- there’s no way.

You tested again in case this was another instance of your psyche filling in the gaps of a voice once more.

“aaahhhhhh~AAAHH~~” You weren’t dreaming. What you were asking from him from the start felt like asking the impossible but the result you were given far exceeded any daydream you conjured to cope with your situation, but not only had the overlord given you a brand new voice by some miracle, the voice he gave you was the same you had in life, the same smooth melody you forgot you could produce.

You turned around to face him, this time with tears blurring your view. Not an ounce of anger from your embarrassing attack his way earlier, only intrigue in your reaction to the gift. For the first time in years, you could speak and say anything in the world you wanted and now your mind was white noise. All you could do was bow your head in gratitude, though you aren’t sure if he was expecting that just based on the noise he made after.

“Hey- woah, no need for that now, not that I’m necessarily complaining,” You raise your head and you aren’t surprised by the shadow of ego stretching his grin across the screen. “I did some investigating into your mortal life to find samples of your work to make sure your voice would be nothing short of yours! Getting hands on anything in the overworld is a royal pain in the ass, though. I hope you keep that in mind.”

Was he jesting? You were going to keep every bolt and circuit in mind for the rest of your afterlife. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, or the subtle new feeling of electrical surges flowing down the rivers of your veins, but just standing still with the amount of energy pumping in your body currently had you revived into a frankenstein marionette.

You suppose a start could be a proper thank you, but when you attempted to mouth the words the frequency in which the simple “thank you, sir” stitched themselves together didn’t carry harmoniously, more like a broken collage of vocal pitches. Your hand cuts off your lips with a flare of pink to your cheeks, the oncoming cackling from your new boss turns that shade into deep red.

“Hahaha! I was wondering when you were gonna find that part out!” The laughter settles to a halt and he lifts a finger to wipe away a pixelated tear that doesn’t actually budge. “This model is just a beta voice bank and synthesizer, speaking will take some getting used to and once I get enough data from your use of it in the following weeks, I can begin working on improvements. I have a manual in my drawer containing the details for maintenance but for now, I have some people you need to meet.”

You were nodding your head along but you had to admit, you were not following completely. True you were unfamiliar with the recent spike in tech, but you didn’t think you were this poorly informed. You make a mental note of this as something you should start fixing asap if you were going to continue your career this way. Meanwhile, outside your thoughts, your boss is leading you to the front elevator.

Before you could prepare for a silent and awkward ride down, the TV filter breaks it again. “Oh, and can you stop with the whole “sir” talk, it’s a painfully stuffy-outdated form of addressing authority. Just address me as Vox, and everyone will know I’m your boss.” The elevator bell rings signaling the stopping floor. Your vision is brought to what looks like a madhouse production with women bustling in every direction skewing fabric across the space. It didn’t take long to put two and two together that this was some kind of clothing production, but seeing a fashion lineup in what you thought was a tech company put you in uncanny valley.

“No! No! No! Fucking disgraceful- what the hell is this shit Shae? Did you get sick all up on our silk or are you actually using vermillion and oli- VERMILLION AND FUCKING OLIVE SHAE DID YOU LEARN COLOR COORDINATION FROM THE COLOR BLIND?!” Alright that definitely drew your attention. The voice sounded like a female Gordon Ramsay for fashion instead of cooking, so it wasn’t difficult to assume she was the one in charge.

“Velvette! You’re as bitter as ever before.” The woman turns over, you had to admit her namesake fit well with her appearance and instantly the aesthetic made sense. Something about that cute white swirl she has in her hair reminded you of a sweet cheesecake frosting you could've devoured her on sight.

“Vox fuckin’ piss off mind you can’t you see I’m in the middle of somethi- who the fuck is this” Velvette squints in your direction like your appearance sucked away the rest of her eyesight. Seconds go by, and then a few more without a word being exchanged, only the next electrical surge from the nervous gulp of saliva reminding you that things didn’t have to be this way anymore.

You introduce yourself unashamed of the robotic slurred speech pattern and the face she makes could only be described as bewilderment.

“I- what in satan’s name was tha-”

“She’s mute, Velvette. Sweetheart this is the cornerstone of my little “Monarch” project I informed you of, and I actually came here to discuss that with you.”

“Wait a second the star of your new network is a mute bimbo- Vox did your motherboard circuits go fucking smooth?!” Self control was a virtue you’d mastered since life one, through thumb-tacks in your heels to schmoozing slimy pigs with deep pockets, the poker face would remain sewn to your cheeks. But here, you could feel the slightest twitch anytime this woman spoke. You couldn't give a damn how powerful she thought she was, the kinds of implications she was making towards Vox only made you want to shove bars of soap down her throat until it cleans the filth coating her mouth.

There was no fucking way you were ever going to tolerate that cunt.

The frosted blast of studio AC and diamond perfume became your standard morning welcome when clocking into work, upon so being greeted by the models and seamstresses on the floor of your first stop with your typical “good mornings” and “how are yous”. One of the newer interns approaches with multiple cardboard cup holder trays of coffee, and it didn’t take very long to find the cup with your favorite order, even if it weren’t for the bold lettering of your stage name on the outside.

You finish up your typical greetings making your way over to the dressing rooms where the rest of your stagemates are already gathered looking at the schedule. First on the docket was choreography training, no surprise since your instrumentalists were nowhere to be found, and then after lunch iss… oh wonderful! Outfit fitting! Which meant the whole afternoon with just you and Velvette.

This was going to be a perfect day, wasn’t it?

Speak of the devil and she shall not only appar, she’ll kick the front door down like it cheated on anniversary night and throw what was- probably a brand new Goeccia hand purse in the face of whomever was closest.

“EACH ONE OF YOU BETTER BE FUCKING CLOCKED AND AT YOUR POST IN THE NEXT MINUTE OR YOU’RE ALL SEWING THE ANGELIC!!KILLS LINE BY TONIGHT EVEN IF YOUR FUCKING FINGERS ARE WORN TO NUBS ARE WE CLEAR?! Now where the ever loving fuck is- There she is!!”

“Velvette!!”

The two of you run and embrace in the middle of the room like you had just returned from the great war and reuniting with your long lost lover at the end of a shitty romcom. This display, was one that also became a tradition between the two of you at the start of the work day, one you weren’t ignorant to the handful that still felt the need to eyeroll or squint.

Okay so,, your seeded disdain for Velvette was one you admittedly locked away in the vault of embarrassing memories to reap its head around only when trying to get a good night's sleep. You initially had spent the first month or so practicing every torture method known to man on the images your eyes sent you because of how she talked down to Vox like a dog, this was… before you found out she was an overlord too and suddenly the context of the relationship they shared made sense. A bitter part of the pride that landed you where you are today still wanted to leech onto any grain of malice toward her, eventually turning into a humiliating envy and possessiveness over Vox’s attention. In that span of time you made no effort to get to know Velvette or care about her work, even while she was making the outfits you wore on stage for you and she somewhat mutually felt the same about you.

Luckily for the two of you, there was a third much more obnoxious V that was too perfect of low hanging fruit in the art if feminine hazing for you both to latch onto and find common ground on.

“I think this new hair style might be my new favorite! Locs look good on you~” Compared to how you felt the first time speaking with the prototype that sat in your vanity, the newer model of your synthesizer had a way more diverse voice bank and finetuning that made speaking feel and sound much more natural. Even with the mounds of progress from your prototype to present day, it was still obviously unnatural and robotic. These became factors that slowly mattered less as your gratitude increased, and you were content that not everyone was going to see it that way.

“See? I fucking told that nasty bed bug upstairs that I’d eat butterfly locs but what the fuck would he know when I can read my damn future in his forhead,” Velvette went a total of two minutes of the conversation before she pulled her phone out to check her instagram feed, a new accomplishment. You were proud. “Just so you’re aware by the way, Verosika Mayday announced the release date of her Paint it Pink album like 35 minutes ago and people are already bringing your name into it. You got a lot to deliver with this upcoming tour.”

Lucifer bless Velvette for having the brain cells to keep up with surfing the modern social media tides you continuously wipe out on with every attempt. You could stomach social media enough for your job, but Velvette made sure to get you a top notch social media advisor to handle your accounts to make it seem like you were more active than you were. True as it was that your vocal synthesizer brought a new flair to the world of music; especially in the rise of electronica, techno and pop where your new voice couldn’t compare to any other sinner in the genres, this factor has also lead to a cluster headache of… Let’s just say controversy. Old fashioned demons in particular were the bane of everything you deemed holy just because how fucking annoying they were making their periodic hangups your god damn problem.

Before you could properly offer your gratitude your attention is taken by an obnoxious thump and “A-hem!” in the direction of the dressing room. Turning you can see the green lop bunny ears of your costar and you can assume she’s trying to tell you to move your ass. Drama was the last thing you had energy for so you blow a kiss goodbye to Velvette and made two shakes of a lamb's tail into the dressing rooms.

Today you didn’t need to worry about outfit planning, just something comfortable that you don’t mind sweating in for the better part of the day. A simple pair of running shorts, tank top and loafers should work more than fine for today, hopefully as long as Valentino didn’t decide to sit on today’s choreography exercises…

It wasn’t exactly the norm for dance practices for the remaining member of the V trifecta to sit in and give his shit commentary- kind critiques on your movements and appearances. If it were up to you or any of your coworkers, Valentino wouldn’t be anywhere near your production but alas, contractual standards came first. One of the stipulations upon starting your career as Monarch was your introduction to the Vee network and the ongoing partnership the three overlords held to upkeep their power within hell. Long and short, this meant that with each contract the Vees delt the other two business partner would also have to reap some sort of benefit; typically monetary gain.

In your case, Velvette easily got her reward by using your team as breathing mannequins to advertise her fashion line, not to mention she would ultimately be credited in every comment of the flashy costumes you wore at concerts and venues. Valentino’s side had free royalties to your music to play in his clubs and this usually came along with him having a say in the dances that go with the song. Every fucking time it was a Valentino session you all knew you were in for a long day of overtime, muscle pain, and playing sexual harassment bingo.

Two knocks on the door put your thoughts to a screeching halt.

“Monarch dear, are you descent~” Ah, it was your favorite voice in all of hell~ you run to the door with a skip in each step like a puppy listening for dangling keys outside the front door.

“Never~”

“Are you dressed?”

“Yes!”

“There’s the answer we’re looking for,” You welcome him inside with a pleasant “come in” and Vox follows as such. You maintain a safe distance and subtly restrain yourself by clasping your hands behind your back but you weren’t going to deny, days like today the tightrope beneath your feet of professionalism and your heartache was especially loose. You’re certain the love you felt for the man who saved your spirit was last year's news to everyone in the building, actually your “inappropriate devotion” has been the source of countless catfights among your bandmates.

“Monarch love! Horrific morning isn’t it~” You could listen to him talk all day, and when he approaches you and clasps a hand over your cheek leaning into the touch feels like second nature.

“Every day in the studio is a horrific morning, but I know that’s not what you came to talk to lil’ ol me about, isn’t it?”

“Why, you hurt me! Can’t I just start my morning visiting a beautiful painted lady?” You blink in a moment of silence until he finishes. True you loved soaking in his flattery, but not in feigned procrastination. “Valentino and I spoke this morning, or rather he threw a tantrum because I didn’t tell him I put Pomp and Circumstance on your schedule today..”

Aaand there it is, of course you get to not only work with STI Patient-0, but he was already off to a shit mood to start the day. If the scales of fortune decide to tip your way at all during today you hope this tips in your favor, given the… technique you developed to avoid interacting with him as much as possible.

When you lift your head to meet your reflection, you have to tilt your head a bit higher than you remembered last, and your arms were now coiled around his waist. Oh, it seems matter won over mind again. The hand that once danced feathers over your cheek now caress massages in your scalp. Scandalous, sure. But there was nothing wrong with comforting a friend after a rough morning, right?

“Come, everyone else is already in the studio. Sorry I couldn’t start your day with anything pleasant, I hate being the reason you have a frown. So,” Your vision cuts into frames of bright white and a following zap, once, then twice again. In what feels like an instant Vox disappears and reappears within the electricity, but the second time he holds a brown fast food bag and a bright green M.

“OH MY GOD I LOVE MAMMONALDS! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU!!!” Stars of reflected light build in your eyes when you saw the bag. Reading the receipt taped to the front you can already tell the breakfast order is your favorite even down to your specific requests that made the receipt go down past the bag but you knew the employees wouldn’t even dare try and get Vox’s order wrong.

“Take a minute to eat and come to the studio, I didn’t get you a drink because I knew you were going to get coffee so I’ll get you a milkshake after choreography, kay?” You nod your head while already pulling out your side of hashbrowns and chowing down like a hamster nibbling a sunflower seed.

It was a sight so cute Vox wanted nothing but to squeeze you so tight your eyes pop out of your skull.

But there was no time to waste. Vox vanishes with a flicker of the lights and bolts yet again, and you take a couple last chews before you’re sure hes gone.

Standing up you make way to the connected bathroom to your dressing room and open the toilet seat. Immediately you shove two fingers into your throat and probe the back until it triggers your gag reflex enough to regurgitate every last bite you took. The slime of cheap grease and burn of overused salt always made you restrain a gag without fail anytime fast food was given to you, but god Vox just would not stop ordering that shit for you. Perhaps there was a chance you sold your “love” for Mammonalds a little too hard the first handful of times he’d gifted it to you; actually, you probably wouldn’t be in this situation at all if you just refused his offer to hand feed you a fry earlier on in your contract, and by all means you wanted to, but your body’s impulse had won that that day.

Tossing out the remaining food out of the bathroom window to the dumpster in the alley below you and flushing and cleaning any remnants of bile, you give yourself one last tidy up and make way to the next place you’re needed: the dance studio.

By some unholy miracle when you stepped out of the elevator, you weren’t met with condensed red smoke to the ceiling and a moth throwing a drink at your head. Drink or a bullet, whichever he thought would please him more.

“Fucking christ all mighty, the “Princess of the Hour!” finally arrives.” As expected, everyone had already gathered long before you while you were caught up with Velvette and Vox, the first one to greet you being the same moody green bunny from earlier, rolling her eyes and doing little jazz hands mid sentence to hammer in her sarcasm.

“Good morning to you too, Tea!! I’m glad you’re feeling well~” You made a decision to go on the dismissive today, Tea in particular always seemed to be in sour moods when it came to you being as chummy as you were with the Vees for a mere contracted soul. At the end of the day you couldn’t give less a shit about that twats petty jealousy issues if she only had the decency to keep it to damn self instead of making it your problem, and your problem at work nonetheless.

“Oh shut the fuck up Tea we aren’t in the mood for this today,” The lanky azure colored salamander man gently flicked Tea on the back of the head with a roll of the eyes and a vertical reptile blink. Out of all the members of your little group, Sirius was the closest thing you had to a voice of reason and it made him the most tolerable out of the bunch. In the corner too engrossed in their own conversations to even pay mind to any of you were two harpy girls, sisters actually. Black Marlia on the left and White Russian on the right, both of them added a much needed flare to your concerts and were the only two who could go airborne long enough to perform choreography above the stage, you liked to think they were valuable assets even if you could count the amount of times either has spoken to you on one hand.

“I hear we have to deal with Valentino’s bullshit today…” Sirius attempts to continue the conversation as the five of you start properly getting into position for when said moth comes in, it would look as if you’d all been wagging your tails for his arrival this whole time.

“You are the third to remind me of his existence today, if that number goes up I might have to fly away and leave you hanging~”

“Oh and here I thought you’d be ecstatic to be commanded by one of your masters for the better part of today.”

“Not the one who immediately calculated my ass and chest size in his head as an introduction.”

“Was he right though-”

“EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW!” And just like that, any hope of this being a well off- or even standard Valentino work day just died on arrival. You all do exactly what he says and don’t utter a peep until he says bark. Throughout the early hours of the rehearsal, it was evident that he wanted to be here the least out of any of you which was something that as much as he made your skin crawl, you had to respect. No one likes work already but you could understand how the brand you had was so softcore in comparison to what he was used to, the whole choreograph just looked like a bunch of pillows flopping around on stage to him.

Your understanding should not be confused with sympathy however, simply put knowing how your bosses think is rule #1 when it comes to maintaining a proper work/life balance, and in this case it would be minimizing the amount of halts and rechoreographing out of nitpicks. So, while your brand was one that strayed away from deviance and sex to keep the illusion of ownership, being a bit more risqué than your typical sets here and there wasn’t a crime and would give Val more to look at even if only teasingly.

“No! No! NO THIS IS ALL FUCKING WRONG!!” Yeah who the fuck were you kidding, if you all weren’t having an orgy this jack off was never going to be pleased.

“Did you all learn how to dance in a fucking church?! Are you all such angel cunt lickers that you can’t handle presenting any TNA is that it?!”

Yeah… This was going to be a long work day…

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smoosnoom · 10 months

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are there any underrated byler fics u think more people should read? (your fics are amazing and so are you ok byeee)

yes !!!!!!!!! so many !!!!!!!!!!

ok i already made a post so long ago recommending my favs except i cant find it . so . we start from scratch . ill try to only list ones i feel not many talk about :D

soft spot by argylemikewheeler - very very sweet and short ! they act so like their age, its so endearing !!!

only you by nightowlfury - makes me want to wail into my hands, just incredibly . wow . like u really get to see mike's desperation to protect the ones he loves Oh my god ....

stepping on the last train by suzieburself - just . everything i ever wanted in a byler-goes-many-years-without-talking kind of fic, longing in a way ive always wanted to read and it just . makes me want to yell at my walls for hours and hours, please give it a read !!!!!

yuanfen by skinsfairy - this makes me want to yell for the rest of my life . i love love loveee el in this and i just . i love the party in this i love everyone in this !!!! read asap !!!!

i have died everyday (waiting for you) by ethqreal - this also ,,,, wow . mike is an idiot but kind of in a good way and Oh my god i love how just . loved will is in this it makes me feel so glittery on the inside

just a curious speck that got caught up in orbit by willow_lark - which . ok . this is the second part of the series and its my favorite Favorite favorite, the first is just as swell but idk . this one is especially likable and ihave no idea why !!!!! give it a read asap !!!!

what do we do now? by an orphan_account - more miwi, it is just . unbearably cute !!!! short and sweet as well, but just . everything to me

swing over the creek (too scared to jump in) by ethqreal - i think one of my favorite fics ever to reread, i love love loveeee the way will is depicted in this, and also just the atmosphere of it all . highly recommend !!!!!

these are just the first few i saw in my bookmarks that i felt most pressing to be represented here :) ill try my best to conjure up a few more less known fics !!!!!! i hope this satisfied ur ask !!!!!

#/ask #byler fic recs #mw #byler

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART SEVEN)

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y/ndevils00 hello everyone, welcome back to your postgame recap: blackhawks edition! unfortunately everyone’s favorite WAG (sorry girls) and social media manager: me, was unable to attend this road-trip due to illness. however, i, of course, still watched this game and have many a comments!

first, what the hell were these boys doing in first period that they couldn’t get a single goal against the blackhawks? had me yelling at the tv!

however, my favorite gingersnap got the first goal of the night 6:19 into the second period! GO HAM! I’M SO PROUD!

following that up, my uncle (we are still not related in any way) got his 11th goal of the season, tying up the game! really had me haula-ing! (get it? haula-ing? hollering? whatever!)

mere minutes after, my dear sweet boqy scored, making us end the second period up by 1!

we opened 3rd period with a camera shot of my boyfriend. that is the face of someone who misses his wonderful girlfriend and cannot wait to come home and take care of her while she is sick (jack come home. i think i need you more than they do.)

we kicked off 3rd period scoring with a goal by mr. edward cullen himself! he really does sparkle, doesn’t he! who knew vamps were so good at hockey?

with not even 4 minutes left in the game, we got an amazing wrap around shot by timo, who has yet to insult me again! i feel like a proud mother!

and lastly, my sweet baby, mercy put the nail in the coffin for this game with an empty net goal, bringing the final score to 6-3! dawson, you have never let me down, unlike your brother, john.

closing off this post, we have some adorable shots of captain swiss and lil jizzy with blackwood.

p.s. i’d like to bring everyone’s attention to my boyfriend’s hand. that’s my favorite hand, because it holds mine <3 jack come home, i have separation anxiety

tagged dougieham, ehaula, jesperboqvist, jackhughes, ryangraves27, tmeier96, dawson1417 and nicohischier

user oh no! i hope you feel better :(

john.marino97 i didn’t even do anything in this game and you still find a way to insult me

y/ndevils00 that’s exactly WHY i insulted you. do better.

jackhughes for once, you actually got what i was thinking about right

y/ndevils00 i’ve been saying you were thinking about me for so long, i was bound to be right eventually

jackhughes i miss you pretty girl

y/ndevils00 aww shucks, you’re making me blush 🤭

jackhughes nevermind never say that again

jackhughes you like my hand? you’re such a sap

y/ndevils00 let’s try that again

jackhughes i like your hand too?

y/ndevils00 why thank you! is it because it holds yours?

jackhughes dawson tells me i should say yes

y/ndevils00 well at least dawson understands how to be affectionate

ehaula i’m begging you to stop using my name as a pun

y/ndevils00 and i’m begging you to hop off my dick

dawson1417 @/y/ndevils00 y/n….

y/ndevils00 i mean, no, thank you. i would like to keep making my puns if that’s okay with you

ehaula since you asked so nicely.. still no

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 how do i work with this?

dawson1417 @/y/ndevils00 you stop making the puns?

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 i can’t do that

user67 sick y/n is so lovey, jack better get home asap

dougieham thank you, y/n!

y/ndevils00 you’re so welcome! now, will you bring me wawa when you guys get back?

dougieham i will. but does jack not feed you?

y/ndevils00 i don’t like his food

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 you know i can see this right?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes no you can’t. this is a private conversation

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 it’s really not

ryangraves27 i’m still not a vampire

y/ndevils00 i’ve never seen you eat garlic so i cannot rule it out as a possibility

ryangraves27 you’ve also never seen me drink blood though

y/ndevils00 look, i don’t know what you’re into

ryangraves27 i’m so confused

dawson1417 y/n, what do we say to marino?

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 i’m sorry and i love you both equally 🙄

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 this seems anything but genuine

y/ndevils00 dawson, he’s onto us! what do i do?

dawson1417 well i can tell you what you don’t do: that!

tmeier96 i think i learned my lesson from last time. i’ll never insult you again

y/ndevils00 good. actions have consequences and you’d do good to remember that!

nicohischier ❤️❤️

y/ndevils00 you are my favorite, swiss cheese

nicohischier i’m revoking my hearts

y/ndevils00 it’s too late, i already have them they’re mine now

#media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nhl fic #dawson mercer #john marino #nico hischier #ryan graves #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

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the-french-belphegor · 3 months

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Making my way (makinmawaayy) through my @critter-genfic-events bingo card, and this one's filling the "fights" slot! Or rather, "post-fight", which they told me works as well. Also it's set way before the start of the stream, when they're all more acquaintances and travelling companions than the friends and family we see later. They're already buds, though, for the most part.

Posting it on AO3 ASAP Now on AO3! Hope Tumblr doesn't hide the post from the tags! 🤞

(oh yeah, side note: I do know that concentration-based spells get dropped when you either don’t roll high enough to maintain it or when you take too much damage – like both invisibility spells do in DnD. But I liked the idea of being so concussed you don’t remember how to drop a spell :3)

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Scrambled

Scanlan is pretty sure someone’s calling his name in the distance with a certain amount of worry. It’s okay, he thinks but doesn’t say. He’s gonna get back up any time now. He’s fine.

(Scanlan is more than fine, Scanlan is a godsdamn snack, thank you very much.)

In fact, he might even go as far as to let the word drag, let some notes slide a little: fiiiine. Four ‘i’s should about do it.

(Heh, four ‘i’s. Four eyes. That’s Percy. Where’s Percy?)

So, to recap, Scanlan is fine as hell, and he’s okay because he’s always okay, even with a headache so bad he’s pretty sure his brain is leaking out of his ears. Won’t check, though, that might be gross and his stomach isn’t doing too well either at the moment. Barfing while lying on your back? Yeah, no, bad idea. Of all the ways to die, drowning in his own puke is probably around number… sixty-eight.

Sixty-nine would be, of course, a particularly ill-advised tumble with someone with an ungodly number of teeth and a taste for blood, preferably that of a gnome with more curiosity than sense. As always with sex stuff with consenting adults, though, Scanlan isn’t willing to completely dismiss the idea.

Might be fun to try someday, who knows.

When he’s less tired.

Why’s everything swimming?

Actually asking out loud is out of the question, since for some reason his voice can’t even make it out of his throat, let alone his mouth –

(oh fuck no, if I can’t sing I’m toast, if I can’t play I’m dead, if I can’t talk we’re done)

– so at the price of an effort so bad he almost upchucks everything since the invention of breakfast Scanlan pivots his head juuuust a little to the left.

And sees nothing.

Well, no, not exactly. He sees yellowing grass, some dirt, a bit of sky. But nothing where his shoulder should be, or the rest of him.

…Oh yeah. He made himself invisible a while back. Somewhere between Tiberius’ Fireball, Vex’s arrows, and Percy’s pepperbox and its more-or-less controlled explosions. (Or maybe Percy went before him. Right before the world got very loud, very fast, and then very quiet. Somehow there’s a connection between this and that.) Dropping the invisibility looks like a really good idea, if only Scanlan could remember how. As things stand, he can barely remember to breathe. Oh, and also that the warm stickiness soaking up the back of his head and seeping into his collar is Not A Good Thing – not that there’s a lot he can do about that.

Things are rather quiet now. He must’ve missed the end of the fight.

Seriously, though, where’s Percy? Scanlan can’t hear the usual blasts and somewhere in the shattered mess that is his brain there’s a nagging inkling that it’s a bad sign. Or maybe there’s something else poking at the edges of his mind, he doesn’t know. He’s not exactly up to turning stuff over in his head at the moment. Turning his head was hard enough.

He’s just gonna… chill there for a while. Rest his eyes a little bit.

Which is why he doesn’t spot Vex running over until she drops to a crouch next to him and squashes his hand with her knee for five seconds.

Vex’ahlia is sharp eyes, sharp aim, sharp words, sharp everything. Her knees are no exception. Ow.

“Shit shit shit, fucking shitballs,” Scanlan hears her mutter under her breath as her hands find his head with uncanny precision considering she can’t see him. Her ‘t’s are beautifully defined, her vowels clear and precise. It’s a pity she sings so rarely; most performers would kill to have her diction.

“PIKE!” she yells over her shoulder. “OVER HERE!”

Pike, echoes the part of Scanlan’s mind that’s still functional. It would have been a small, pitiful yearning sound if he’d been able to speak. Thank goodness the word doesn’t pass his lips as is. It’s frankly a little scary just how the thought of her – the first in a while that doesn’t feel fractured in some way – quietens the part of him that’s not watching the proceedings with a detached interest. Pike is fun to flirt with and try to charm; she’s beautiful and radiant and strong, anyone with an appreciation for the female form can see that, so it’s not so surprising that Scanlan always feels drawn to her like a sunflower to sunshine. It’s so easy to let himself get starry-eyed over her, even if she’s so completely out of his league it bypasses sad and goes straight into funny. Scanlan probably is in love with her, a little bit, like he’s a little bit in love with everyone. Just… sometimes… sometimes when he calls her the love of his life he’s not sure he’s joking.

The nausea and the waves of blinding pain relent a little.

Pike?

No, Scanlan corrects himself, Vex, who when he manages to focus for more than a second finds his gaze and holds it. Unerringly.

Which must mean… the hour is up. The spell must be wearing off.

Huh.

“There you are,” says Vex, residual magic still shimmering in her fingers after her low-level Cure Wounds. She must really be tapped out.

There is blood in her hair and one of her feathers is bent at the stem, but the most telling cue that the fight went wrong is the brittle quality of her smile. She’s good at putting up a front, almost as good as Scanlan; insight isn’t Scanlan’s forte, let alone when his head feels like it’s just been cracked open like an egg, but sometimes seeing Vex’ahlia slice her way through life like a knife, just as sharp and just as shiny, is like staring into a warped mirror.

She’s good.

He’s better.

(Usually.)

“How’d you find me?” he croaks.

Vex draws back the hand she was using to prop herself with a couple of inches from his head. Her palm is coated with red.

“Head wounds, darling. They tend to bleed rather a lot.” She cocks her head to the side. “How did you even end up all the way here in the first place?”

Scanlan’s memories still feel like a scattered jigsaw, but at least now the pieces are right side up. What he puts together isn’t very glorious. Getting punted into a rock by a giant who only heard you and who was supposed to go down easily isn’t anything to brag about. At least he can always quip about it.

“Well,” he wheezes out with a grin that might work better without the blood in his teeth, “I got got.”

Then he remembers why the giant whirled round blindly and whacked him with his club. He’d been out of any useful magic, trying to sneak up on it with a fucking sword, of all things, because the big dumb fucknut had somehow gotten hold of—

“Shit, Percy – where’s Percy?”

Vex’s own smile gets wry and just a little shaky at the corner.

“He got got,” she says. There’s a story there, but at least Vex doesn’t look like it ended in tragedy. Instinctively Scanlan relaxes into his headache. “Don’t worry, though. Pike reached him in time and Grog and Keyleth got the giant.”

Oh. Good. Percival Freakystein von Mussels Colossal de Rolo III is one scary motherfucker with his pepperbox and his glasses and his devastating one-liners, but he’s still squishy as hell. Plus, well, he’s so young – Scanlan is fairly sure he’s twice, maybe three times older. The kid must be, what, mid-twenties tops? That’s way too young to die, especially having experienced so little of what the world has to offer. Scanlan would bet anything the stuck-up nerd has never taken anyone to bed, for the gods’ sake.

They’re all assholes, in the SHITs, sort of (except Pike, of course, and probably Keyleth too) but Scanlan likes them. If the universe suddenly decides that an asshole has to get killed today, he’d rather it be him rather than one of the others.

Still, nobody needs to know that.

“Worry, me? Please, I never worry.”

“I know you don’t, darling. I’m just updating you on what you missed while you were having a kip.”

Vex’s tone is even, her words light, and yet when Scanlan meets her gaze it’s like crossing blades. Somehow it also feels like grasping hands in reassurance and honestly it unnerves him a little. He prefers to know where they stand, and usually he does: he’ll downplay close calls and tell lewd jokes to alleviate the tension, while she’ll be sarcastic and magnificent and not call him out on his lies on the occasion she sees through them. But sometimes she reminds him that both twins are like blades, swift and sharp in more than one way, and in some of them she’s the sharpest. Gods, she’s terrifying.

He’s saved from having to retort something by the metallic rustle of ring mail over heavy cotton as Pike rushes up to him. Perspiration left traces in the dirt smudged across her face and her dark hair is mussed, whole locks coming out of her braided bun. She smells like sweat and leather and a little like wild strawberries, and she’s the most beautiful thing Scanlan’s ever seen.

Pike doesn’t lose a second with platitudes; she just gives him a very professional once-over, almost clinical in its efficiency, then cups his face with her hands with a look of intense concentration, eyes closed. The healing spell she pours into him feels so potent it’s practically an out-of-body experience. For a couple of seconds all Scanlan feels is warmth, clean and bright and fierce, and when he opens eyes he doesn’t remember closing his ears are still ringing.

Although that might be the blood loss.

Which would also neatly explain how weak he still is, especially when Pike’s face goes soft.

“You okay?” she asks quietly.

There are so many answers he could give her.

I am now – with a wink and a nod.

I want to have your babies – with a theatrical gesture that will make her laugh.

I am if you are – with his heart in a smile. (NOPE.)

“I’m always okay,” Scanlan finally says with a grin, hoping for an echo.

Which he gets, so points to him for being awesome. Pike Trickfoot should always have a reason to smile.

Vex snorts and somehow still manages to make it sound classy as hell.

“Sure. Which is why the only reason I found you at all was the random pool of blood on the ground thirty feet from where we thought you were. You’re lucky I’m a good tracker.”

“Fair, fair,” he says with a careful nod. “Although that could’ve been from some forest critter that met a grisly end.”

“Please, this much blood, and this fresh? How dumb do you think I am?”

Scanlan sits up on his elbows and counts off on his fingers. “One, that’s gross – two, ‘dumb’ is the last of things that you are and you know it all too well – three, thank you for saving my life – four, that’s still so gross, oh my gods. What’d you do, sniff out my lifeblood?!”

“It was me or Trinket,” says Vex, looking way more smug than she has any right to. “It just so happens I beat him at the game of ‘spot the invisible gnome’. You know, before he dies on us.”

“Oh no. What a loss that would be. Such a young, useful bear, too.”

“How scrambled did your brains get? I meant you, you dick.”

Her peeved expression eases just as quickly as the smugness hardened into a glare, and she smiles at Pike before straightening up and striding off toward the others. Her perfect hips swing subtly as she walks, in an unassuming way Scanlan knows from experience requires a lot of work. He’d find her so hot if she wasn’t so scary.

(Well, he does find her extremely hot, if only because she could break him with either a gesture or a word, but despite popular belief Scanlan Shorthalt isn’t that reckless. Even he can weigh the pros and cons occasionally before deciding that diving in headfirst isn’t a good idea.)

There’s a snort on his right, and his whole world is Pike again.

“I really don’t get your little war on Trinket,” she says, but there’s a twinkle in her eyes.

“When he starts landing actual hits on whatever we’re fighting or even just holding his own more than two minutes, I might reconsider. Right now he’s just a glorified pack mule.”

“He’s plenty useful. He gives the best massages, for one thing. And he’s a good boy.”

I can be a good boy, Scanlan almost retorts, but refrains at the last minute. The lie is too big to work, even as a joke, and he doesn’t like the sliver of truth behind it, like the glint of a blade. So he settles for a fake disgruntled huff and a grin.

Nothing falls off as he picks himself up with Pike’s help, so that’s good news. He just has to suppress a shiver at the congealed blood, now gone cold, that makes the top of his shirt stick to his back. His ponytail is a mess, a clump of matted hair half glued to his neck. Ugh, he hates having to wash blood out of his hair.

His usual armour is back on, though. Pike doesn’t seem to notice the shiver; the look of slight worry she gives him has a general fight-almost-gone-very-bad flavour of ‘are you okay’ to it.

“I am glad you didn’t get scrambled,” she says in a rare mix of bluntness and thoughtfulness that’s uniquely Pike. “You know, for good. I mean, you looked pretty bad there for a moment.”

“Aw, Pikey-pants,” Scanlan says in a singsong voice, “don’t tell me you were worried.”

Pike gives a half shrug, which he feels because she’s thrown one of his arms over her shoulders and is supporting some of his weight.

“Oh well, you know,” she says in an offhand voice, a little high-pitched, “a little? You’re never silent this long, and then Grog and I couldn’t find you, and then Keyleth said she heard the giant hit something with his club, and then—”

“Well, you don’t need to worry about me, okay? Never worry about me.” He smiles, big and toothy, to counter the frown she gets sometimes when he says things like that. “I mean, there’s really no need. I’m awesome! I’m Burt Reynolds!”

This at least gets a smile with the hint of a smirk. Still sweet, though, because Pike could make (and has made) even the bluntest blow feel sweet.

“Esquire.”

Scanlan nods carefully, mock-serious. “Right, right, ‘Esquire’.”

“Shouldn’t forget that bit.”

“No, I should not.”

She smiles at him, sharp but warm, and there it is again – the sudden urge to say something stupid, make a joke, deflect, like raised hackles, because what if she gets the true measure of him? (‘And doesn’t like what she sees’ goes without saying. There’s a reason Scanlan spent the last couple of decades carefully building himself up.)

Being a charismatic bastard means sometimes you can afford to coast on charm alone. He grins and changes the subject, as swift and dextrous as a knife in Vax’s hand, and that’s it. Matters closed.

Honestly, he’d have to be a lot more scrambled than that for it not to work.

“No, Grog, there’s already a troll dick in the bag of holding, we’re not keeping a giant dick as well!”

…Plus there’s always the next distraction. That works, too.

—

(until it doesn’t, but he doesn’t know that yet!)

I started writing this on a whim and then couldn’t decide who I wanted to find Scanlan between Vex, Vax and Pike – so I decided to sort it out with a d20, set the DC at 20 (“hard”, because he’s invisible) and roll a perception check for each member of VM using their proficiencies at level 10 (the earliest character sheets of theirs Critrolestats have). Both Pike and Grog rolled a natural 1 :’( Keyleth and Percy got a 9, and even with +10 and +7 respectively for perception they failed the check; Vax got 26 (rolled a 16 with +10 perception) and then Vex got the same number but by rolling a nat 20! Plus her passive perception is 22, so that makes sense. And she was top of my list anyway, so ^^

(I spun the whump wheel a couple of times, thinking I’d get a good handful of prompts for some short snippets (like <1k words) and then happened on “concussion” and. Well. Someone clearly had a lot of thoughts about that one...)

#critical role #vox machina #scanlan shorthalt #vex'ahlia #pike trickfoot #pikelan #(sorta)#critter genfic bingo #fanfiction

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v-anrouge · 7 months

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twirling my hair kicking my feet. body worship with rook?? to preface this body worship isn't inherently sexual in my eyes. it's just ahsgauhd you know that "always an angel never a god" audio? he's also the artist, never the muse. always the observer, never the observed. always the hunter, never the quarry. but have you seen him? god, how he wants, so desperately, to be the prey at someone's hands.

perhaps being in the spotlight would terrify him right down to the bone-- and he loves it, the thrill of being petrified, overwhelmed, and consumed by the enormity of his desire.

he'd bare his throat to you should you so ask, and let you do as you please with him. you'd see the muscles strain and pull under his skin like it's the deepest, darkest parts of him trying to break free from the fleshy veneer and reach you. that Adam's Apple bobbing with each shaky breath? take a bite out of it. kiss it, sink your teeth into it, break it, lick it. do whatever you want with him! he'd feel your reverence for him with each second you look upon his pathetic state so whatever it is, just don't ever look away from him. his skin crawls with longing when you shoot him that half-lidded stare. he'd love if you dangle the threat of brutal immolation right above his head, send the fear pumping through his veins, only to end up mumbling praise into his skin. he's so gorgeous when he trembles underneath you, isn't he? he'd agree. do that again!

just.... worshipping his neck. kissing all over it while roughly massaging his windpipe-- just narrowly fulfilling his long-standing desire for it to be ripped out. admire the strain of tendons and the freckles that kiss his skin while he gasps, watching you with eager, verdant eyes. so beautiful, so radiant, so gorgeous. the more you worship and praise the rest of his body with the subtle promise of violent desire behind your lips, the more he goes off into the deep end.

kissing his chest, his shoulders, his arms, his hips, his thighs, his calves-- he wouldn't even able to control himself if you continue! poor boy shakes like a leaf. so unused to being admired that he has to be reminded over and over that you're the one praising his body here, not the other way around. but he can't help it! your lips pressing to his belly call for all the eulogies he can muster in his sorry state, with how they pucker and graze him like an arrow. but he'll promptly shut up if you tell him to, or if you whisper another compliment so low he has to strain to hear it-- and his skin immediately flushes when he does.

hrngrhgh i am not immune to muscular men propaganda. i want to cup his hips so bad and press chaste kisses on them all along the line that disappears into his pants. whisper my affections for him with my mouth against the back of his ear. sit the man on my lap whilst i commit his body to memory because he's so worth it, isn't he? he's not meant to sit on the sidelines forever! someone has to love him and by God i am his strongest soldier. wanna learn everything about anatomy through him, and have him be my muse. grnrrghgh imagine how magnificent his back would look... i doubt half of this is body worship but i need to pen this guy my praise asap. give him some good loving like he's my gorgeous princess. im so insane about him it's not funny WHERE ARE ALL THE FICS OF HIM GETTING PRAISE RAGGGH

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ANONKPLWSEE WHAT THETUCK IM GONAN SCRWAM CRY HIT MY EHAD AGAINST THE WALL REPEATDLY WHAT RHW FUCK WYAYBTHW HELL IMAJSJFHDJR LLWASE HELLO??? THIS IS DRILLING INTO MY FUCING BRSIN ITS CHANGING ITS CHEKISTRY ICAN FEEK MY DNA FUCKIGN CHANGING MORPHING INTO A SECRET THING NO ONE HAS EVER SWEN BEFORE PLEASE IM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE OVWR THIS OM REALLY SORRY I CAN'T ADD ANYTHING TO THIS XUZ LIKE NOT THE RIGHT BLOG TO DO SO BUT SINCE THIS ASK ISNT NSFW PER SE ILL POST IT W A VERY SUGGESTIVE WARNING

#✎ ⇣‧₊˚ 【asks #ৎ୭ ⇣‧₊˚ 【stinks #♡ᭂ ⇣‧₊˚ 【 pome cult member #tw suggestive #cw suggestive

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theteablogger · 7 months

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Is there by any chance a screenshot of the details of the shaman wizard battle in a better resolution? I cannot make any of it out

Here's a screenshot of another archived version.

In case that doesn't work, here's the full text of the LiveJournal entry in question. m_oquinn is Brittany, who wrote the emails from her and Andy. To avoid confusion, I've put the emails from Brittany and Andy in italics.

28th-Dec-2009 11:32 am

Okay, my friends, here is the sum total of the Astral Undead Shaman Wizard exchange. I am leaving out the contact info and also one entire email that contained extremely specific personal info about Cfc, who is completely innocent of all of this and had no idea this was being done behind her back.

The worst part of this? Cfc has kids, and Andy and company divulged her address and other personal info which should never, ever have been revealed. So that part is left out.

Keep in mind I never bought into this for a second...from my very first response, I was leading them on, for the lulz.

The good stuff is behind the cut. *passes out popcorn* Everything beginning with this > is from me. The others are from m_oquinn and Andy

First: Many weeks ago, I posted about a recurring dream I was having of wandering through the woods. Somehow, that led to this:

Dear [redacted], Look, I know that you were the one to talk to Luvcharlie, AND I know that you did not mean for anything that happened to happen. Someone has been fucking with us. Cfc is under some kind of attack, something is trying to literally eat her kids. She sent message and we didn't get it because we were on road-now when we contact her it is like no one is home. Cheerful, everything is wonderful mode-nothing has been wonderful for ages. there is something big and something dangerous and deadly-You have the capacity and strength and power to do something. We are powerless and have been rung out by trip. Please, this is your dream-the children are in the house in the woods being eaten by monsters-Andy is down and when his shield over those kids break. it. is. over.

> Oh my. > Anything and everything else aside, let's deal with the > important stuff. I can and will help of course. > > I need a general idea of where they are. If you have a pic > you could email that would help. Their names, if you know > them. Anything that would help me zero in on them, > y'know? > I'll do what I can right now, but it won't do much > good without something more specific to work with. > > Please get me whatever info you can asap. > Love you dear, be strong, all will be well. > xoxo > [redacted]

[Way too much personal info, redacted] We will have more info following. The most important thing is to get inside the house so to speak, and distract from the children. Thank you thank you thank you

>working. more info on nature of threat? >please tell andy he can step down and relax, not to burn himself out. i've got some serious >shields started and am trying to target the actual threat, but i can't pinpoint it yet.

Spirit/Astral form of technically dead but v. powerful Seneca Sachem-level shaman, plus allies and minions. I know this sounds crazy, but is true.

>ok. i'm enlisting some help. >do you know why this is happening? who's ultimately behind it? that would help...whoever's >sending the ill will is a tool. i want the source. >something isn't right here. this isn't shamanic energy, but something darker. and there's >only one energy signature, no sign of "allies" or "minions". are you sure of your source? >also, there seems to be a secondary target, but i can't identify it. what's really going on?

A source said that it was above " the wheel" with each spoke a world and the hub a connection place. it was a shaman/wizard cross in late 16th possibly but that has passed from place of dead to something above that. Several targets have been hit so far. Not sure who or what is current secondary. The "allies" seem to have been neutralized by someone from the hub as a favor to Andy.

[At this point, I grew weary of the insanity and decided to go to bed. This was my final reply. I have heard nothing since]

Okay guys, this has been vastly entertaining, but I've had enough. I don't know if you all are serious about all this and therefore either being duped by someone or are in real need of some help, or if you're just trying to draw other people into your little games, but really. This? All of it? A genius level of what-the-fuckery.

Some good lulz, but I like playing in the real world. You've failed your saving throw. Your low charisma stat made this inevitable. Is there a paladin in your party?

Evil twins, IRA, mysterious pasts, Claymore scars, now astral undead wizards? Really? And you all just believe this? Without a second thought? What next, a coma?

Such amazing energy and clear creative talent should be used for something a lot more productive than this nonsense. It's a shame that the talent doesn't seem to be enough.

I'm sorry. I just can't be a part of this drama and lunacy. I have a life, in the real world, and I like it just fine. I hope all of you find the same someday.

#andythanfiction #thanfiction #andrew blake #andy blake #brittany quinn

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love-songs-for-emma · 10 months

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This isn't an ask as such, it didn't seem appropriate to pull it out of the tags to reblog to empathize over our related losses.

Also, I am so autistic, so I worry about going about things wrong so my apologies upfront if this breaks Tumblr social norms, but also I guess the older sibling in me, just couldn't leave that unacknowledged in my tags.

Hi hello I am the op of the Hannibal's defiance of god post

I'm an older sibling, though it doesn't matter the details of how I lost my baby brother, it should have been preventable, and even had it not been, it makes the universe feel stormily unbalanced in my experience, losing a sibling, just a big hole of overwhelming emotions where there used to be so much life

Anyway I don't want to be soppy in your DM's or whatever, I just wanted to send you a big brother hug I guess, some empathy and support at least. No matter how long it's been, there is always that empty place where your sibling is supposed to be

Then I saw that you're also chronically ill & disabled on my way over here, so apparently we have other things in common that are less heart wrenching so I am also generally saying hello, nice to meet you, in the most awkward way possible. *Waves like a strange nervous little gremlin*

(post being referenced)

hi !! first off,, if you'd rather i didnt answer this publicly *pls* lmk and ill remove the post asap. i'm also a gremlin who's unsure of tumblr social norms from time to time lol

secondly,, thank u So so much for reaching out. this was incredibly sweet of u & made me v emotional to read (/positive). *a big hug from a younger grieving sibling right back at you*

there is so much to say about losing a sibling and i worry if i start, i'll never stop (which is already true seeing as it's been years and i've written countless words about this specific grief). i relate so much to the things you've said here; dead siblings are a phantom limb we'll always be trying to move. i don't think there'll come a day where something big happens and i don't think of calling them.

there's a reddit comment i came across years ago talking about grief that i'll never forget and i think it's always worth sharing, especially to someone like you who i think will appreciate and understand it:

"In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life."

and because i can't shut up about grief, here's a spoken word poem that brings me comfort. particularly the ending,

"We are not created or destroyed, // We are constantly transferred, shifted and renewed. // Everything we are is given to us. // Death does not come when a body is too exhausted to live // Death comes, because the brilliance inside us can only be contained for so long. // We do not die. We pass on, pass on the lightning burning through our throats. // When you leave me I will not cry for you // I will run into the strongest wind I can find // And welcome you home."

i don't know what i believe in this world, but i know that our siblings do live on through us, in all the ways they affected us and the stories we tell. and this pain will be with us forever, but there is a life to be lived in between all of that. and sharing them with others is part of it. and it is a gift to have known them and get to share them in moments like this with others.

gah! i know u came here to comfort me (despite me giving u all these comforting words in return too) but u truly *have*; i feel comforted by being given a space to talk about them. i imagine you feel it too: the way it's a little taboo to talk of the dead at all, the avoidance of statements that make people ask questions. i try to still talk freely about the ones i've lost, but people hear "dead" and don't think of a real person who once was Everything to u and So Full Of Life. (similar to what i was saying in the tags of your god post,, mischa is more than just a Dead Girl Trauma Backstory of hannibal's. she's real. she was there. she was *alive*.)

if you've made it through all that,, well congrats! you've got a peek into our new friendship; i am either silent (overwhelmed/Goin Thru It) or saying All Of The Words Ever! regardless, thank u again for reaching out & i'm happy to have met you, even and especially if thru a lil trauma-bonding. hehe♡ be well, luv!

#grief #personal #maria is literally just rambling. hi #.txt #abominable-space-they #<33333 btw.#asks #writing

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bemylord · 1 year

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omgggg probably my post got banned or removed 😭😭 asap ill be writing n post the second part of genshin - when they're jealous. LIKE and you will be tagged in the post <3 with looooove

be horny ♡

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ambitiousldssingle · 2 years

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I’m Back

It’s been over a year! And man, what a year.

I’ve been engaged twice since I last posted. TWICE.

The first time, I went off the rails. I was not living an LDS lifestyle. I regret everything about that relationship. Everything. It’s a total fluke I ended up with the guy to begin with, and I’m still struggling to figure out what spiritual lessons I got out of that--EXCEPT. I did learn that I am capable of being the healthy one in a toxic relationship.

The second time, I met the man of my dreams. Everything was going so well. We planned our future together. Then my mental illnesses resurfaced. I had to let let him go. I had to let him let me go.

Maybe he’s not 100% the man of my dreams. But he’s closer than anything I ever thought I’d be blessed enough to find.

But... can I let you in on a secret?

I made some stupid decisions for love.

We decided we were going to start a family together before we got married. I don’t know why. We were planning on being sealed in the temple eventually and all.

Anyway, we started trying for a baby a couple weeks ago.

We broke up about one week ago.

I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant.

Like, if I’m not pregnant, there are some SERIOUS health concerns going on.

There’s no way I’m not pregnant.

I. Am. Terrified.

I wish so badly that my ex and I could get back together. That we could get married and raise this child together. If it were up to me, we’d do it. If it were up to him, we’d do it.

Last night I got the answer that yes, we should see if we’re compatible to be in a relationship again. He prayed and got the same answer, but he got a pit in his stomach, like a warning.

This morning I woke up feeling like it isn’t going to work out. We should try, but we aren’t going to be able to get back together.

Part of me is relieved, because the longer I’m away from him, the more certain I am that I can find someone who’s even better for me than he is.

Part of me is devastated.

I cannot raise this child alone.

I can’t.

And if I’m not with him, who would even want me?

Who would want a 25-year old woman who struggles to hold down a job and has three kids from two different dads?

Who’s that crazy?

I feel like I’m worth it. I’m going places in life. I have dreams and talents and spiritual gifts, and the Lord has a plan for me.

But what are the odds there are a man out there who can match me who’s still single and wouldn’t run away at the sight of me?

Not because I’m ugly. I’m very much not ugly.

But still.

I don’t have much of a support system. I don’t know how I’ll get through this if I don’t get married ASAP and have a husband to support me and help raise this child.

I’m just so scared right now.

#lds #singlemom #mormon #pregnant #marry me #author

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sobriquett · 4 months

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Dear Candy Hearts Author 2024,

First of all, how on earth is it 2024?

Second, this letter is very much a work in progress, but I need a link to add to my signup ASAP.

If you get to this letter before it's finished, dearest author, I have requested all these fandoms before and you can find previous letters/prompts using the tags below. Thank you for thinking about writing for me!

DNWs for All Fandoms

General Likes and Loves

Darkfic Likes

Smut Likes

Fandoms in Alphabetical Order:

1. Anne of Green Gables - L. M. Montgomery

Requested ships: Matthew & Anne

I read most of the books for the first time last year after watching the first two seasons of Anne with an E.

I enjoy Anne’s imagination, and all its potential for getting her into trouble, even as a young woman. I love the richness of the seasons and the scenery. I love stories about families, particularly those we create, and Matthew is the first person to really love Anne. Their interactions in the first novel are delightful. There's such a difference between garrulous little Anne and reserved Matthew, even as Anne matures towards young lady. I think a lot of fun could be had with that even in the littlest of ficlets.

I lost the father figures in my life when I was far too young, and a huge part of the grief is the things they'll miss, the things they leave behind, the things we want them there for - as well as all the little things. Whether you choose to approach that as an elderly Matthew being there for grownup Anne in a similar way to Marilla, or just Anne wishing (or imagining) him to be there, wondering what he'd be like as a grandfather, as father of the bride...

Of course, it's not as simple as that, he's not her father, but he's the best, closest thing she's known.

I’m new to the canon so I don’t have dozens of ideas and wishes, but at the moment I am just looking for more. If nothing here is doing it for you, see if anything generic at the top of the letter sparks joy, and know that I'll be delighted regardless.

2. Bridgerton (TV)

Season 2 was not what I was expecting, and nor was it a terribly faithful adaptation of the book. (Not a bad thing in my opinion; I stopped reading the books because they were too ridiculous for me, but the show hits just right with its own flavour of absurdity.) I was very, very “what the fuck” from the end of episode four right through to the end of the season, peaking in episode six with some what the actual FUCK, and basically watched it in one sitting on release day and into the night.

Something about these characters got under my skin. I love the mix of arrogance and angst in Anthony, the gap between what he thinks his duty is and what it actually is. I love Kate's courage and lack of taking anyone's shit, how secure she is until she isn't, and when she butts heads with anyone - especially Anthony. I love Anthony's actual relationships with his siblings and the different dynamics with each of them, and I am curious to know how Kate fits in. Is she more of a friend, a sister, a mother, a mix, something different? How do Kate and Simon get on as outsiders marrying in? They come from different backgrounds in any number of ways but have many things in common. And does the queen ever set Edwina up with her nephew? Even just a first meeting could be fun!

One thing Bridgerton doesn’t focus on enough (to my taste) is the realities of that lifestyle: social position and positioning, the responsibilities and expectations shouldered by the characters (however light we may consider them from a busy 21st century life, I imagine many of them would disagree, and the social season is exhaustingly nonstop), the gulf between high society and, well, regular society. (It nods to it, but never faces it full on.) I am a history nerd and will delight in anything that dances around the realities of the world, even shined up and sanitised and (especially) in Bridgerton’s parallel reality. But also, I just want to read about these characters bickering, laughing, generally interacting.

3. The Godfather - Mario Puzo

Requested ships: Carmela & Apollonia | Carmela & Connie | Connie & Lucy | Connie & Apollonia | Kay & Apollonia

4. The Last Kingdom (TV)

5. The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (TV)

Requested ships: Midge & Susie | Midge & Lenny | Midge/Lenny

6. Star Trek: Voyager

Requested ships: Chakotay/Janeway | Chakotay & Janeway | Janeway & Harry | Janeway & Voyager Crew | Seven & Tuvok

7. Ted Lasso (TV)

#dear author letter #anne of green gables #bridgerton #the godfather #the last kingdom #the marvelous mrs maisel #star trek voyager #ted lasso

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aruuq · 3 years

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Genshin Boys and what do they do when you are sick

characters: tartaglia(childe), zhongli, xiao, scaramouche [separately] x gn!reader

genre & style: fluffy fluff

word count: 1.3k

notes: i wanted to do headcanons with genshin boys and how they treat you when you have a fever, because last week i had huge fever, due to second dose of vaccine, but decided to do general sickness-related headcanons. i’m getting to know characters and how to write them and it’s my first genshin post on this account, so take any mischaracterizations easy, pretty please!

warnings: mention of light sickness. i think it had a proofread – i’m not sure – i was drunk when my friend read that. oh, and scara is a lil bitch.

Part two is here

Tartaglia

This man has lots of younger siblings. For sure he does know what to do when a person is sick. And he would put special effort to make sure you feel better asap.

It’s canon for him to be a good cook. You don’t even have to tell him a word. The moment you wake up, you see freshly made porridge placed on a nightstand with a cute silly note, saying he had to go to do some business and that he loves you. Tartaglia would also make sure that one of his subordinates would bring you your favourite warm meal from Wanmin Restaurant just in time for lunch.

Childe checks up on you whenever he has even the littlest break from work. He just wants to make sure you are doing great!

This man insists that you should stay in bed until you get better. If you would try to do commissions, he would do literally everything to convince you that you should rest. He would beg you, if it would be what you want him to do. He’s just worried, okay, look into his puppy eyes and promise him that you would take care of yourself!

When he’s done with his Fatui responsibilities, he buys you all kinds of medicine and then rushes to your house.

Tartaglia snuggles to you in bed, even though you told him not to do this, because you don’t want him to catch your cold. He laughs at your words, telling you that it’s impossible for him to catch some weak illness. “Growing up in Snezhnaya, I got resistant to literally every disease known in this world. Some mere common cold can’t break me.”

The day later you can see him sneezing.

Zhongli

I’m sure he knows at least something about treating people. He may not be the best caregiver but for sure he feels very committed to his new side-job, which is taking care of you.

He knows a recipe for sobering up tea so I assume he knows a recipe for one which has good healing properties. Hopefully, you don’t have to wait ages for it to brew.

Tea? Got it. Warm meal? Got it. Medicine? Not yet. First a quick trip to Childe to borrow money. Then got it.

I feel that Zhongli would not seem to be worried for you, but deep deep inside he would feel at least a little scared. He knows you are tough and it’s just a common cold, but still, you are just a fragile mortal. Maybe he would take a few days off from work. Wangsheng Funeral Parlor surely can function without him, but you may need help.

When you are sick, he changes into a real house husband – as if he wasn’t one normally. He cleans the whole house (including washing windows), runs errands, does laundry, even though you didn’t ask him to.

Zhongli’s not a big fan of cuddles, but if you ask him to come to bed and snuggle with you a little, he would do it instantly.

He does literally everything that may help you get well – he’s changing compresses on your forehead for cold ones and helping you with eating if your muscles are sore. When you fall asleep, Zhongli admires you, caressing your cheek with his thumb, counts your breaths to make sure everything’s alright. When you wake up, he’s right next to you, fully awake, asking if you need anything. Marry him pls, he’s a perfect husband material.

Xiao

Little tsundere boy is scared. He does not know what to do. He never considered being so close with a mortal to delve into details of diseases and how to treat them. So, even if you have the simplest common cold, he thinks he might lose you.

At the beginning he would try to search it up by himself, since he doesn’t want to admit his worries to you, but with each successive piece of information read in a medic book, he would start to be truly terrified. It’s like searching for symptoms in Google but with no Google.

Eventually he would give up and just go straight to you, because he couldn’t calm himself down

You two would have a serious talk where you would have to promise him that you are not going anywhere. Resting his forehead against yours, Xiao murmurs that he loves you so much and that he trusts you. You spend the next two hours just cuddling and enjoying the mutual presence, quiet giggles breaking the silence from time to time.

He still needs to fulfil his Yaksha’s responsibilities, so, unfortunately, he needs to leave you, but first he makes sure to order you food, asking beforehand what’s best for quick recovery.

If you have any commissions undone, Xiao makes sure to fulfil them for you. He brings you all the Mora he managed to earn. And you are like??? For what??? Why is he giving you money??? Then he tells you what a good boyfriend he is and how he coped with your work. As a compensation, give him headpats. He will blush instantly but won’t back off if this is what you want. The tips of his ears are fully red and his whole body is very tense. “I- You- Uhhh. Fine. Whatever makes you happy.”

He would even let you braid his hair, if you insist it would make you feel better. I love him so much. He’s perfect.

Scaramouche

Another tsundere mf. I don’t hate them, I love them, but I hate them. I can’t stand thinking about Scara. He’s just so. Uhhhh. And yet, here I am, writing some soft fluffy headcanons with him.

You know what? First, I need to provide one important statement. He would be a big ass bitch he is, even though you are sick. He would not change his behavior. Actually, he would be even more annoying than on a daily basis. Yet he would be worried. And because of that he would be even more bitchy.

He would make fun of you. He would insult you. “At the beginning, how could you even catch a cold? What are you? A stupid five year old who wore no cap in winter?” AND THEN HE GIVES YOU HOMEMADE SOUP. BECAUSE HE WANTS YOU TO GET BETTER QUICKLY.

Scara doesn’t want you to lay in bed alone so he stays with you and makes sure you would not get bored. Of course, he wouldn’t tell you that he wants to keep you company. “What a pathetic being you are. Needing constant help, without the ability of surviving by yourself”. He speaks, as he pours you a cup of hot tea OF HIS OWN FREE WILL. ISTG SCARA NOBODY INVITED YOU, YOU CAN GO IF YOU ARE GOING TO KEEP BITCHING AROUND LIKE THAT.

If you get a high fever that won’t go down, he will get pretty scared. Because of that Scaramouche would be even more harsh towards you. Eventually, let’s say you even start crying. Now imagine fright in his eyes. Scara knows that crying does not help with fever. And he knows that it is his fault that you got so upset. Normally, he would be irritated by crying. But not when you are sick. Guilt begins to overwhelm him. A minute later you see him kneeling next to your bed, slowly caressing your palm with his thumb, murmuring that he is sorry.

After that little incident, until you feel better, Scara would guard you like an obedient dog. Make him one. Chasten him. He deserves that. He needs that.

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dylansslutt · 3 years

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daddy issues 2/ r.c

part two of daddy issues!!!

this was highly requested along with taking forever to be posted. life’s been crazy, went to mystic falls (covington, georgia) tons of stuff of tvd coming! along with seeing Harry in concert.

also this will have a third part, this will be steaming but only..

WARNINGS: THIS CHAPTER IS VERY INTENSE AND ROUGH. DEALING WITH ABUSE OF (LUKE) ALONG WITH ABUSE OF NEAR RAPE EXPERIENCE !!!! ALSO DEALS WITH COCAINE AND HURTFUL WORDS ECT.

IF YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS TO THESE DO NOT READ! FOR OTHERS there is another chapter

lmk if you think it should lead to rough/sad ending , or steamy sexy ending. i cant decide.

if you enjoy leave some love :) NONE OF MY WORK SHOULD BE REWRITTEN! ALL WORK IS MINE. DONT STEAL PLS!!!

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“If anything goes south you can always call me. What utter bullshit.” Selene mumbles to herself. Of course, rafe would play the nice guy. after the fact that he just got jj fucking arrested.

He beat the shit out of Pope, while delivering groceries the day he was at work. Him and topper hit him with golf clubs, literally jumped the poor kid.

So pope and JJ sink toppers boat, and Jj takes the blame. I bit my lip as I watched my brother come out the door with my dad. With everything going on I got stuck back with Luke.

I would’ve left by now, but not making much money for a apartment, and leaving jay stuck by himself. No thanks, that would be awful. i want to get a second job, prove i can support myself along with jj... maybe john b too if i could; he has enough shit on his plate.

I sink back into my seat as the arrive closer to the truck, knowing it’s best to be quiet. Luke sat there for a second before throwing a punch towards jj.

“Dad!” I lean forward grabbing his arm, “stop!” his elbow swings back slamming into my nose. Blood immediately pours from it. i grip my nose, as jj blood splatters against the window.

“Do you know how much y’a fuckin’ costed me?” Another swing. Tears fell down my cheeks, searing pain radiates through my face. i glance around through my blurred vision, grabbing the biggest thing near me.

i swung it, luke thrown forward by the blow of the binder in my hand.

“ENOUGH!”

jj is cowered in the corner, i try to move back as his eyes lifted; making direct contact with mine. he glared, without a blink swung his fist back towards me. my ears rang as my head flew towards the right. catching myself against the back car window.

ringing was all i heard, the motion of the car bringing me to reality. i tried to keep quiet but the pain was unbearable.

Everything was quiet, or maybe it’s just the ringing in my ears. I struggle to keep my vision straight. He almost knocked me the fuck out.

I know by now that what I just did was the stupidest thing alive, but I had to get him off jay’s back. I leaned against the window, holding my groans in.

The pain was unbearable.

i sat quietly in the back, trying to stop my nose from bleeding. i knew once we got home it was a ‘pack our shit- and dip’ type of shit. i catch jay’s eyes in the rearview mirror a few times; i tried my best to avoid his gaze.

it hurt me, a lot. i was the oldest, im the one supposed to take care of this; of us. to watch my own father beat my brother, swing on me. it hurt. i dont have the physical strength to handle my fathers drunken rage.

i have to get us out of here, i need to find a second job asap. help take care of my family. i ignored my fathers remarks on the way back to the house, knowing silence was the best of option.

jj quickly rushed in avoiding my father. i trailed after him, slipping into my room. i allow myself to cry softly as i stare at my image in the mirror. i was 19 years old, and i looked weak and pathetic.

the music and yells from the living room made me divert my eyes, landing on my lit up phone.

i quickly picked it up, a message from jay.

are u coming with me to john b’s

i bit my lip, no debate there honestly.

yes.

ill be out in the front, gimme like 5 mins

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I sat on the hammock outside, enjoying time to myself. Everyone knew to let me be alone, when I needed it.

The soft breeze cooled my skin from the summer heat. I could almost fall asleep out here.

My phone buzzes making my eyebrows furrow, I glance at the message

rafe

no text ? Ouch.

I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to answer. I already smoked tonight. The alcohol i drank not even doing anything i wished for.

You knew who Barry was, your dads dealer. You’ve dealt with him a few times when you and your friends use to get stuff.

And now I really wanted some. I wanted to end this miserable night with something fun.

I find Barry’s number through my endless contacts. Asking if I can swing by in 15 mins.

I sat up going inside, I ignore the laughs from the group as I grab some cash and my bag.

I stopped awkwardly at the hall, “hey guys. Madison and Luke broke up, girl code gonna go help.” I mention w girl I used to hang out with as a excuse.

Kie gives me soft eyes, “ugh that sucks!” jj nods and everyone else goes back to what they were doing.

It’s scary how good I can lie, just like that. No questions.

i made way down the road, praying my dad didn’t randomly decide to pop up. eventually, i made way up the front of barry’s place. your dads truck wasn’t here so you knew you were in the clear

already texted barry my arrival, i made way into the house. the mix of cigarette’s and weed filled my nostrils. my eyes scan the area, particularly landing on a certain someone.

the one that caused everything today.

rafe cameron.

i ignore his presence, not even wondering why he’s here, or what he’s here for. barry not so far from the boy, chuckled. i kept my hair in front of my face, already knowing i have a black eye.

“lil maybank, what you doin’ here?” his voice rang out. i shrug my shoulders, “oh you know...”

he smirked, “oh i do know.” i glare at him, “just like yo’ daddy.”

i ignore the other gaze i get from rafe, rolling my eyes. “shut up barry, you don’t like when i speak up. remember?”

barry eyes shoot daggers into mine, but he fell short. his gaze softens at my appearance but neverless; he turned the other way; making me mentally thank him.

“how much?”

i pull out $50, “fuck with me for $50.” barry scales up the white powder. the one i desperately missed the most. he hands me the baggie, “here, you wanna try a bump first. make sure you like it?”

i knew he was only being nice because he felt bad. we used to be really cool with each other a few years ago, but after one night everything changed.

i sit down beside rafe, still not even acknowledging he’s here. barry looked between us, “you ain’t met country club?”

i nod, “yeah, he’s the one who got my brother sent to jail.” i spat, not even giving him a chance to speak up, before lifting the cut up straw, snorting the line laid out in front of me. i forgot how my nose was still bruised, it had a dull ache after that. then it began to feel numb.

barry bust out laughing, “no fuckin’ way, bro. you fucked up for that.”

i ignore him, hitting the second line with the other nostril. i love the feeling of both sides being numb. i sit back, wiping the tip of my nose, cautiously. rafe still sat quiet next to me, which started making me feel uneasy.

“i ugh- i gotta go, thanks b. i’ll catch ya’ around later.” i quickly grab my stuff, walking out the door. footsteps trailed behind me. already knowing who’s following.

“selene, wait!”

i continue walking until i’m pulled back. “wait a second, fuck.”

i look up at him, eyes furrowed with anger. “no, im not gonna fuckin’ wait! you wanna play all fucking nice guy to me and literally fuck my brother over, you fucked me over.”

“i-i it wasn-”

“fucking save the bullshit rafe, you jumped pope. jj took the blame because unlike you.” my finger pokes his chest. “he knew pope has a future ahead of him. he’s not a strung out, immature, pathetic little boy with daddy issues.”

rafes eyes glare down into mine, his body almost shaking. i quickly step back, the words process through my head. oh my god, i know im angry but fuck.

rafe chuckles, “it wasn’t me. it was topper, but yeah i did beat up pope. you may say he has a future, but pogues dont have futures, selene.”

he steps closer, as i gulp frozen in place.

“you have no future, your just like your daddy. didn’t think i heard the rumors. no wonder you are a fucking attention seeker, because you, selene, have daddy issues.” he spat. “i mean fuck- look at you! like literally look at you right now.”

i felt my eyes began to water, going to make a remark but he cut me off again.

“your fucking pathetic.”

"fuck you.” i slap him clear across his cheek. not even caring if he’d try anything back, i storm off in the other direction. fuck, what the fuck just happened?

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i walk down the road, it was dark; street lamps giving the only source of light. i sniffle, tears fell down my cheeks as i hear his voice replay in my head.

i follow the trail off to my old spot, once in view i sit down on the park bench. i take my phone case off, setting it down on my lap. i get everything crushed and lined up before snorting a few lines.

i put everything back up before heading back towards the road, john b’s couch calling my name. i rub my nose, making sure no evidence could be left. i pull out my phone checking my appearance.

god the sight made me wanna throw up, my nose and eyes were bruised. my eyes swollen, red. i really need to get my shit together.

i continue down the road before a engine rumbles down the road. i swear to fucking god, if this is rafe tryna pull the same shit.

my eyes squinted as i try to look at the vehicle. that’s not rafe’s truck. i fumble with my bag, the knife grasped firmly in my hand. i continue straight, not daring to look back.

i could hear the truck come up behind me. they start to slow near me, “selene maybank?”

my eyes flicker up to the vehicle, a truck with two men. “mannnnn... is it good to see you!”

i start walking quicker, not even bothering to answer. i need to get the fuck out of here. the truck doors slam shut, footsteps pick up.

“hey! i was fuckin’ talkin’ to ya!” the mans voiced called out. i took off into sprint, the grip of my knife turning my knuckles white.

i’m in full go mode as I pull my phone out. dialing the first number i saw, continuing down the pavement.

“selene?” rafe’s voice rang out. fuck i didn’t know it would be him.

my breathing is uneven as i try to speak, “please help, im near the place- from last time- two me-.” i stumble over the cracked pavement.

My knees were cut up ,but I luckily caught myself with my hands. I ignore the pain, focusing on my surroundings.

i turn back seeing the men hot on my tail, i rush up, swooping to grab my phone. i hit my knee hard as fuck; its slowing me down. i wince, trying to keep on moving.

“selene!?” i hear from my hand. i bring the phone back up to my ear, “please hurry. im sca- agh!” hands lift me up from the ground. everything was dropped, i left my knife. my phone was on the ground.

a sob escaped my lips as i felt my body hit the ground hard. “god damnit girl.”

i sit up quickly, ignoring the pain radiating down my back. i hold my hands up in defense. “plea-please, i don’t know you! wha-what do you want?” i hiccup.

the taller man that i assumed yeeted me to the floor, laughed. “your daddy owes us a lot of money.”

somehow through all of this i manage to roll my eyes, “get in line, he owes everyone.” i scan my surroundings, i’m not under light. we are in a dark area. somewhere hard to see me in need of help.

“baby girl.” he leaned down to my level his hand on my knee, i kick him away. his hand reached around grabbing my hair, a squeak left my lips.

“since, i don’t have any money. i need some’ else.” i literally thought i could throw up right now. why in the fuck am i put in this situation, my dad’s such a fuck up. i might be raped, kidnapped, killed.

“plea-please don’t.” i whimper and the other guy laughs. “i fuckin’ love when they beg.”

i began to kick and scream, but the guy closest covered my mouth trying to drown my desperation out. i bit his hand, making him back hand me. my left ear rang, not even noticing that the guy farthest from us fell.

“get the fuck off ‘er.” the body was thrown off me. i laid there shaking, hands found my arms; my body instinctively reacting, pushing and pulling.

“he-hey. no, no-no selene. you’re good. it’s me, it’s me.“ my eyes found rafe’s and i began bawling.

“shhh. it’s okay, i got you.” after that last word i push him away.

“no yo-you dont. you don’t ‘got me’.” i glare at him through my tears. “im fucking pathetic to you, just like my daddy right?” my emotions were so high right now i started laughing.

“bro..” barry’s voice rings through my ears. “hope your fucking happy. since my daddy almost got me killed.” i stumbled up on my feet.

“selene, i’m sorry. look let me take you home.” he sighed out, he was desperate to help you at this point. i gave him a pointed look,“i didn’t mean to call you- i just. i clicked the first number. thank you.”

with that i turned and walked off, i don’t know what the fuck is going on with me, with this. i just almost gotten raped. or worse kidnapped and killed. rafe just saved me.

rafe called me fucking pathetic.

rafe saved me.

everything was on repeat, my heart felt like it was going to explode. i couldn’t even hear the fact of anyone following me.

“selene.” his voice called out softly, bringing me out my thoughts. “you want to be left alone? fine. but after all this shit tonight, there is no way in hell. im letting you walk back to wherever, by yourself.”

i turned around staring at him. “i have no where to go.” my eyes filled with tears. “i have no one. you’re right, i am fucking pathetic.”

his eyes soften, “ i fucked up, i should’ve never said that about you.” he stepped forward making me step back. I shake my head, everything was too much.

I felt dizzy, really dizzy. The world span from under me and I felt myself go limp.

#rafe cameron imagine #rafe x y/n #obx rafe #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron x reader #obx imagine #outer banks fic #outer banks imagine #outer banks #rafe fluff #jj maybank x reader #john b imagine #sarah cameron #barry outer banks

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 3 years

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A Bad Feeling Pt 1

Levi x Reader

Part 1

Paring: Levi Ackerman x Cadet reader

Warnings: 18+ attempted rape/assault, cursing, mention of injury, violence

Summary: Reader feels uncomfortable around a overly friendly captain. Are they just over reacting? Or is there something else going on. What will Levi do when he finds out?

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A.n. ok so I literally wrote this in one go, it's probably trash but I wanted to post it anyway. Please lemme know what you think in the comments! Thank you!

"Y/n! captain Oro is asking for you" you did your best to hide the discomfort Armins words made you feel.

You smiled what you hoped was a convincing one and nodded. With a deep breath you made your way to Captains Oro's office.

Ever since you had been introduced to him those few weeks ago, he had taken a special liking to you. At first you had been excited, having such a highly skilled and well known captain take notice of you was one of the best feelings. Especially since your squad leader, Levi wasn't exactly heavy on praise.

Everyone loved Captain Oro, he was known for his strength and stamina on the battle field. He was both charismatic, and charming. Your fellow cadets practically swooned over him. You couldn't help but also get caught up in his perfection. At first that is..

Over time you noticed things about your meetings that put you on edge. An unnecessary shoulder touch here, a too low pat on the back there. Something was off. And although you had done your best to distance yourself from him, it was hard when your squads often had to work together.

But it was hard to say anything against him because even your cold blooded captain seemed to enjoy his presence.

Once you brought it up to your friend Sasha, about how you felt he was being too friendly. But she waved her hand and basically said you were worrying for nothing, he was just a friendly guy. And you were being dramatic.

Maybe you were overreacting? If captain levi approved of him, surely that meant he was a decent person right? Maybe he was just being really really friendly.

You decided to give him a chance and knocked on his door when you finally arrived.

"Come in" a muffled voice came from the other side.

With a click you entered the candlelit room. It was nearing sundown after all.

"Ah cadet y/n! Perfect, I was wondering if I might ask your opinion on something?" He smiled angelically and gestured towards a parchment on his desk.

"Of course sir" you nodded and approached him, reminding yourself of what sasha said. Just relax.

From the way the parchment was positioned you had no choice but to come to his side of the desk.

"Do you see this area here?" He gestured to what you now saw was a map. "What do you think of leading a squad through here instead of what we originally planned?"

The next 30 minutes you spent completely and professionally discussing strategies. Being the member of your squad that was best at this, made him asking for you completely justified. You felt bad for ever doubting his intentions.

"Thank you y/n, I think I have a better idea of what course we should pursue on our next expedition" he smiled sincerely.

"I'm glad I could be of service" you nodded and allowed a relaxed smile to pass your features. Feeling stupid you had judged him so harshly.

" If you wouldnt mind just one more thing?" You nodded as he pulled out a stack of papers.

"If you could look over this report of the last mission before I send it out? See if theres anything else to add?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to Captain" you grabbed the stack.

"And please if you can, return them to me tonight, I'll need them for the meeting bright and early"

"Yes sir, I'll finish it asap, good evening" and with that you exused yourself.

Tonight? It was already sundown. Well whatever, hes so busy he probably doesn't know what time of day it is.

You found a quiet spot amonsgt the crowds in the common room and got to work.

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"Oi brat, it's passed curfew, go to your room now, we have important work tommorow" the unmistakable voice of your captain rang through the now empty hall.

You looked up in surprise and meet his usual scowl, not even realizing how late it had gotten.

"Hai, s-sorry captain, I'll go now" you gathered the report and quickly left, not wanting to receive another scolding for taking too long.

Oh crap you still had to deliever the report. Changing routes you snuck quietly down the familiar hallways. Not particularly feeling like running into Levi again. Something about him always made you act just a little dumber and it was definitely not because of your non existent crush on him...definitely not.. he was just intimidating is all.

*knock knock*

You waited patiently but there was no answer. Crap did he already go to bed? But he knew I was coming? Ugh what should I do? He needs these reports..

With a sigh you change direction again and head for his personal chambers. There was no way you were getting in trouble for not delivering these reports on time.

You smiled when you saw dim light flood from beneath the door.

Lightly you knocked, "Captain Oro, its y/n, sorry it's so late but I have the rep-" you were cut off abruptly when the door swung open and there stood Oro.

Except he looked nothing like the Oro you were used too seeing. His hair was loose from it's normal slicked back do, and the edges were dripping slightly. His shirt was loosely thrown on revealing a decent amount of skin. He must've just bathed.. you could see why the girls were so obsessed with him. He was, platonically speaking, a very gorgeous man.

You were taken aback but reminded yourself that you did knock after hours so of course he wasnt going to be all soldiered up.

"U-um s-sorry Captain, I have the reports" you averted your eyes and shoved the reports in his direction.

"Ah y/n, thank you, would you please put them on my table? My hands are still slightly wet." He laughed holding them up innocently.

"S-sure" god why were you stuttering so much, you fight goddamn titans for a living?! But somehow you were more nervous now than when a 10meter was clawing at you.

You entered the room and tried to avoid looking around too much.

You always wondered what the inside of the higher ups rooms look-

*click*

You whipped around, alarm bells suddenly back in full force.

"Captain what are you-"

"You're such a good girl, you know that y/n?" Oros whole demeanor changed and you cursed yourself for not trusting your earlier instincts.

"U-um" you really did not know what to say or do as he took a couple steps closer.

"Always so obedient for me, I think you deserve a reward don't you?"

Shit

"That's not...that's not necessary captain, I really should be going" you tried to lunge for the door but he was quicker and much much stronger.

"I don't believe I dismissed you cadet..." he purred pinning your arms to the door in the blink of an eye.

You were by no means weak, but your struggles were useless against him.

"Let me go" it took all your strength not to stutter in fear.

"How adorable, you know I love it when you follow my orders so well, but I think..." you shivered in disgust as you felt his lips near your neck and press down.

"I'd like to see you fight me as well" you whimpered as he sucked and bit down on the soft flesh.

"S-stop it, p-please" he smirked and looked into your fearful eyes with his lustful ones. "Stop? But that's not what you really want is it? You see I know exactly how girls like you are" he chuckled darkly and moved one of his hands to grip both your arms, while the other slid lower. You gasped when he cupped your breast. "S-stop! I'll, ill scream If you don't!" You felt a tear slide down your shaking form.

"Scream?" He snickered like you had told the funniest joke.

"Go ahead and scream doll, itll be very interesting to see what happens"

"W-what?" You were utterly confused.

"Think about it, if someone walks in on us, what would they think? Seeing a cadet after hours in her superiors chambers?"

"B-but I! I was bringing the reports i wasn't-!"

"Do you honestly think theyll care what you have to say? Who do you think theyll believe y/n? You a nobody cadet who's been fighting titans for 3 seconds? Or me, a selfless hero whos saved countless of scouts lives? All I have to tell them is that you came into my room and tried to seduce me. When I tried to restrain you, you screamed. Who do you think theyll listen too? Why else would you be here so late at night?"

"Y-You're..you're insane, you're not a hero, y-you're a coward who-" he grasped your jaw harshly causing you to wince.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours y/n" he squeezed harder. I am your superior after all, and we wouldnt want any nasty rumors going around that would have you suspended from the survey corps now would we?" He bent down and to your horror pressed his lips against yours.

Fuck fuck what do I do?!? Hes blackmailing me now. I cant fight him, hes too strong, think think think.

But your mind was blank when his cold lips pressed against your lips again. "Open your mouth" he ordered in a voice laced with animilistac lust.

You abruptly turned your head away desperate to get away.

"Heh, always such a tease" he traced a finger up and down your cheek, flipping over your lips. "I'll enjoy this-"

"CAPTAIN ORO, COMMANDER ERWIN REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE IN HIS OFFICE IMMEDIATELY" a voice shouts from the other side of the locked door.

With an annoyed sigh, Oro pulls away slightly, "Did he say why?" He lazily looks over in the direction of the door.

"NO SIR!"

"guess it can't be helped... Alright tell him I'll be there shortly" he yelled out.

"Hai" the footsteps recended and you stood deathly still.

He pulled away from you and you immediately pulled your wrists to you, they were an angry red, and it scared you how much strength he had so effortlessly displayed.

"Sorry doll, it looks like we'll have to continue this another night" he stepped away and began dressing normally as if he hadn't just been assaulting you 5 second ago. You quickly make for the door but his voice falters your step, "Oh and y/n?"

You dont look at him, but fear held you in place until he finished, "If you mention our little moment to anyone, you know what will happen" you nodded quickly, anything to appease him and get out.

When the door shut behind you, you felt the flood of tears break through.

D-did, d-did that really happen?!?

You held a hand to quiet your sobs and quickly dashed through the hallways.

You're heart thumped and you felt the need to vomit. You hadn't felt this way since the first time youd encounted a titan. All you wanted to do was get to the safety of your room, just through the hall.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on you when a cold voice shouted out and halted your movements. Please not now, oh god any time but now.

"Oi cadet y/n are you deaf as well as dumb? I asked you a question.

"Why are you out past curfew?" he sounded definitely annoyed and you gathered all your strength to hold the sobs out of your voice.

Without turning around you answered, "I-I had to deliver some r-reports..I'll head to my room now.." you stepped forward hoping he would let you go but you were not so lucky.

"Oi brat, did you hit your head? I didn't dismiss you yet. Not to mention you haven't even addressed me properly, maybe some time cleaning up horse shit will remind you how to respect your superiors" fuck he was definitely angry now.

Still you didn't turn around, you couldn't..."S-sorry Captain Levi, I'll do better in the future.." you barely could even focus on the words coming out of your mouth, your heart was beating a mile a minute. Please just leave me alone!

"Hahh" Levi uttered in disbelief and severe annoyance, even the most novice of cadets turn around when being spoken to by a superior. "Are you trying to piss me off brat?!?"

"No sir..." still you didnt turn around, but gulped in fear when you heard sharp footsteps near you.

"Cadet y/n, you have three seconds to turn around and salute me properly before I throw you into the cells for insubordination" he ordered in his dangerously calm voice, that you never thought would be directed at you.

Having no other choice you slowly turn around, hoping to god the darkness of the room would be enough to hide your current state.

You kept your head down, letting your hair fall over your face, but gave a proper salute. Hiding the Wince that came when the tender flesh of your wrist had to bend.

Your eyes were trained on the floor. And you tried to remember how to breathe normally again.

"At least you remember how to-" abruptly his harsh scolding stopped.

Why did he stop?! Fuck did he notice something. No no calm down, he probably just is coming up with another punishment...right?

Wrong...

Levi was far from being done with dicisplining you but he caught sight of your bruised wrist and furrowed his brows immediately. He knew for a fact the last time you spoke in the hall those had not been there. He was quick to take in the rest of your demeanor and knew immediately that the reason you were acting disrespectful was because something was wrong.

"Cadet y/n.." he said suspiciously slow and not full of anger anymore.

"Y-yes?" Please dont ask me, please dont ask me, please dont-

"Look at me"

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Part 2 here

Okay so that's part 1! Please comment and lemme know what you think🥰also I'm super sensitive so please no hateful comments. Thanks for reading!

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hearteyes00 · 3 years

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nishimura riki / reader

imagines # 2

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adventures in teyvat

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calling all engenes who play genshin impact!!! we rise🧗please excuse my mistakes if i do make any; lowercase is entended. im not going to make this super detailed like my other one but please enjoy!

ALSO ive received some good feedback from my first post and more amount of notes/likes than i expected i would get, so i want to thank everyone for being so nice <33333

please don't repost without crediting me :)

beginner!niki x higherAR!reader

he would definitely be a kaeya main during his lower ar days

didn't know talents existed until ar 35

would ask you to co op with him to help with exploring and bosses

"omg you're so strong,,,,"

hates the wolf and refuses to fight it

wants a seelie and endora but missed the events

"WHATS THAT FLOATING THING BESIDE YOU???"

"oh thats a seelie. i have another one, endora"

"when will i get mine? :("

"you shouldve played sooner🙄"

":("

spams your genshin chat with the in-game chat stickers when he wants to annoy you

he definitely has welkin and offers to buy you one

would be a childe main and bennett main with big pp damage once he reaches higher ar

will burn the grass where you're standing when you're loading to co op with him

will take your resources with permission when he knows you might need it

wants to go to inazuma asap!!! (no that would be so cute he might feel nostalgic T^T)

tries to kaeya bridge with you to inazuma but he got shot by lightning and drowned

tried to go to inazuma again using the liyue under the ocean lag but it didnt work <//3

tries to pull on every inazuma character's banner

probably a kazuha and/or ayaka haver

puts extra effort in his teapot but he gets lazy sometimes so he bugs you to do it for him

forces you to do a fashion show in the teapot with him

would take a lot of in-game pictures and tries to make them all *aesthetic*

"STOP MOVING AROUND IM TRYING TO TAKE A PICTURE"

you'll probably read on a lot of lore together and talk about your opinions on character lores and theories

12 midnight gaming sessions

would blast songs while playing

"like a fever, fever, fever, fe- AAEÛH I DIED"

would laugh a lot if you died and tease you about it but if he dies, hes just silent and emo

screams at his characters but he's the one controlling them😦

one time he went to get food so he afk-ed in a pond so you had the evil idea to electrecute him to death with fischl/razor

gave you the silent treatment for a while

"dude im sorryyy :(("

"YOU KILLED ME >:0"

he probably would have a big lunch box because he will not stop crafting food

you have no idea how he isn't running out of ingredients....

would switch account sometimes to play each other's characters

he would switch out your signature and put "this is riki's account now >:)"

changed your password as a prank but told you anyways

this is all i have for now ill make a second part when i think of more BWDNAIDJSUDUS

#nishimura niki #nishimura riki #enhypen niki #niki x reader #genshin impact #niki imagines #niki headcanons #this headcanon keeps me up at night #genshin #genshin imagines #nishimura riki brainrot #enhypen headcannons #enhypen imagines #enhypen

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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The IzuTobi Prequel

Prequel to this post, which I’ve taken to calling the “Red Eyes = Spouse Material” AU.

WARNING: contains a reference to worries/fears of sexual coercion.

Like, okay, they did not know that Tobirama had red eyes at first. They weren't close enough on the river for Izuna to see, since he didn't have Sharingan yet, while Tajima and Madara were looking at their respective opponents, not Tobirama.

Then, once they were in their early teens, and Izuna already had his Sharingan, they met on the battlefield for the first time, and Izuna saw Tobirama's eyes. Sure, Tobirama wouldn't meet his gaze, but Izuna could still see him.

And Izuna, as is only natural, went to Madara to ask 'hey uhhhhhhhhh one of our enemies is actually Amaterasu-blessed, what do.'

And Madara's just like '!!!!!' because hey actually this is great news everybody knows that the first step upon meeting an unmarried stranger with red eyes is to figure out who the best person to court them is, they can get a marriage alliance out of this to end the bloodshed and child death! Even the Elders can't argue against having a clan marriage to an Amaterasu-blessed indivi--

They object.

Well, Tajima objects.

Madara and Izuna bring the issue to him, both pretty excited about doing the whole "arranged engagement in the early teens, actual marriage at twenty or so" thing as a way to stop killing kids but Nope! For a variety of reasons, most of which boil down on Tajima's side to "the Senju have killed three of my children, I have no interest in taking in one of their own," the plan is shot down.

Madara and Izuna are naturally devastated but keep an eye out for like. A chance. To slip the info to Tobirama or Hashirama so they're at least aware of the possibility for when Tajima dies, in case Butsuma is more open to it?

I can't decide if they actually manage to set up a Secret Meeting prior to their dads' deaths, but I'm leaning towards 'no.'

(In this plot, Izuna is still wary of the Senju, but much more open to the idea of peace on account of Auspicious Omens Are Here.)

Anyway, Tajima dies first, I think, and Madara's first act as Clan Head is to send Hashirama a request by hawk for a private meeting. Hashirama is still only heir, not Clan Head, but Butsuma is ill (infected wound, I think), so Hashirama has the option of accepting this.

They meet, and Madara explains that he can sway most of the clan into an alliance--not just an armistice, but an actual alliance, possibly even establish that village they talked about as kids--if they can marry Tobirama into the Uchiha.

"Does it have to be Tobirama?" Hashirama asks, because he's not the best brother, but he's good enough to know that Tobirama hates the idea of getting married.

"Yes," Madara says, and then explains that it's all in the eyes, that this is a deeply spiritual thing to the clan and while some of the more militant elders may object, most of the clan will take the red eyes as a sign that this is intended to happen.

And Hashirama is quiet, and then asks if a marriage would require Tobirama to sire any children.

"We're not going to try to steal a kekkei genkai."

"That's not it."

"...wait, does he prefer men? We can--we can make that happen. If it's... hell, in that case it might work better, he could marry me or Izuna, direct connection to the main house, skip the issue of heirs and--"

"No, that's not... not it. But it makes me feel better to know that. I'll have to run it past him."

Tobirama is VERY ace and Hashirama had strict plans to respect that so he's trying to feel out if consummation would be required, or if a kiss for the wedding and then cohabitation would be enough.

Internal logic is "I want peace but not at the expense of handing my brother over for coerced marital rape where he thinks he can't say no without restarting the war."

He manages to get the agreement that the Uchiha weren't looking to pressure Tobirama into any sex-related things, though Madara still thinks it's a matter of Bloodline Protection and that Hashirama is worried about, like, someone trying to steal surplus semen or something.

Hashirama goes home and outlines it to Tobirama, who is very ??? about the whole thing but willing to at least consider it after Hashirama explains the basic requirements and how he confirmed that sexual relations aren't necessary. Hashirama floats it past Butsuma as a Theoretical Exercise, and is shot down.

So, Hashirama sends Madara a letter to the effect of "Our esteemed Clan Head says no, but we'll keep it in mind [insert veiled implication that Butsuma's dying anyway here]."

Madara and Hashirama have always kinda held back against each other, but now Tobirama and Izuna are also holding back the teensiest bit, just enough that nobody can be sure (and tell Butsuma or and Elder about it).

Well, Touka notices, but her first resort is "ask Tobirama to his face" and second resort is "bother Hashirama about it" so she gets the rundown on how Madara and Izuna are angling to get a political marriage with Tobirama since his eyes are Apparently a spiritual matter to the Uchiha as a whole.

Obviously, Butsuma dies, and Hashirama then immediately sends Madara a letter like "HEY so I'm Clan Head now, here's a nice inn located in neutral territory, bring your brother and an advisor, I'll do the same, let's hammer out a contract ASAP."

So it's Hashirama, Tobirama, and Touka on one side, Madara, Izuna, and Hikaku on the other.

Tobirama explains that he refuses to engage in sexual relations with anyone he marries (internally he's thinking that he might eventually take interest if he gets comfortable enough, but overall the entire concept is a little disgusting to him, and he doesn't want anyone to think they can convince him to do it, so he takes a hardline stance during the marriage contract negotiation process), but is open to his marriage partner engaging in an extramarital affair for a period of time in order to secure an heir.

"I promise we're not trying to steal your--" "Madara. Look at me. I do not like sex, and have never had any intention to engage in the activity with anyone, Uchiha or Senju or any clan at all. I had no plans for marriage, ever. The only reason I am opening myself to this one is because I value the opportunity for peace." "...oh."

So, you know, that's out in the open now, but it actually makes it easier to negotiate because they now know why he's uncomfortable with the idea of marriage, so other things (like the cohabitation and dowry and whatnot) can be discussed without people getting resentful about the other party not trusting them with genetic material. Hashirama and Madara get really excited about the whole village idea again, in part because Hashirama wants his brother to be able to visit Really Easily.

At one point they ask Tobirama who he wants to marry, if there's anyone he's interested in? Male or female? What ages is he comfortable with? Main line would be most politically expedient, but--

And he's just like "I know Izuna best, as my rival, and I've taken note of enough recently to know he's not a terrible person, at least as far as any shinobi can be 'good.' If Izuna is open to it, then I would like to discuss what cohabitation would look like between us. Should our expectations of daily life line up well enough, then I imagine that would be optimal."

Izuna's torn, because Amaterasu-blessed, but also he'd kind of been hoping for a Real Marriage with Affection and Children. Touka loudly suggests they take a recess and let Tobirama and Izuna talk in private for a bit.

Izuna manages to get across his personal worries, and Tobirama laughs and says that he actually loves children and was planning to take on plenty of students. "If you don't like the option of the extramarital affair for a child, we could always adopt. As for affection... I've been told I cling like an eel in my sleep, if that suggests anything."

"So if I grew enough feelings that I wanted, like... a good morning kiss or something..." "Quite frankly, my feelings on kissing in general are pretty neutral. It's a little strange, but I could engage with it, once a rapport is built. Heavy petting is distasteful, however, and anything past that..."

And Izuna listens to all that like "Oh. Okay, I will be able to Acquire Cuddles."

Then they discuss the whole 'what do we anticipate out of cohabitation' thing, like pets and cleanliness standards and what spare rooms are for and what goes on in the basement and allergies. It matches up... not perfectly, really, but close enough that they can make it work. They shake hands like the nerds they are and call their families back in and say they've decided it'll work so let's get that paperwork drawn up and start planning a wedding.

Aaaaaaaaaaand then Zetsu kills Izuna and convinces Madara that it was Tobirama's fault so he loses the plot (or, well, finds the canon plot, really).

I'm happy to imagine Tobirama and Izuna on a couch in their house, Izuna halfway asleep and leaning his head on Tobirama's shoulder, while Tobirama's got on a pair of glasses and is reading a book.

Just. Really domestic.

Cutesy.

IDK I feel like they just end up as pleasant roommates who don't necessarily ignore each other, but are well aware of the fact that they entered into this arrangement with non-romance expectations, and they're both okay with that.

They take dinner together, talk shop, try to engage with each other's hobbies, go to events as each other's default plus-one...

It’s Nice

#IzuTobi #Uchiha Izuna #Senju Tobirama #Izuna Uchiha #Tobirama Senju #Uchiha Madara #Senju Hashirama #Senju Touka #Naruto #Naruto Oldies #Founders Era #Phoenix Posts

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