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mxchellesworld · 3 years

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Get with me

spencer reid x reader

synopsis; in which you get two sets of news and a happy ending

warnings; mentions of cheating, pregnancy scares, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink (im sorry lmao), praise

pt 2 of ysbuwybf

a/n; patting myself on the back for not bailing on fic requests lmaoo anyways yall were so outa pocket with ideas, all i wanna say is that i am respecting our sweet prince anderson and letting him down gently (i’m writing this before the fic so i could completely switch it up) see end notes for final thoughts :)

hope you enjoy!

*also pls don’t cheat its so icky and a horrible thing to do

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If your suspicions were correct you were fucked. Part of you would be ecstatic no doubt about it. But if things were true then you were utterly surly fucked.

Your period was late.

Which meant either one; your birth control was acting up or two; you were pregnant.

However being pregnant wasn’t a bad thing, far from it. The bad thing was that there were two candidates in the running to be the father. Your boyfriend, Agent Anderson who was nothing but a sweetheart even though he was about as exciting as a wet paper bag.

Or Dr.Spencer Reid. Your best friend who you had also been sleeping with outside of your relationship. The best man you’d ever known who was also aching to become a father some day.

For a week you had been avoiding both of them in the office. Unfortunately for you there were no cases. While yes a lack of serial killing was always a plus it also meant you were stuck in the same building as them for give or take eight hours a day.

For days on end you stuck in your earbuds and kept your head down while doing paperwork trying to ignore both sets of eyes which would look over to you every once in a while.

Were you even pregnant, was the biggest question. So you had decided that it was time to get your shit together. At lunch on Monday you had made a quick doctors appointment and went on your way. The little old nurse had told you she would call you in a few days with results.

In that time you had gone over every possible scenario or possibility. Who would you tell first? How would you even bring it up? Would Anderson hate you for cheating? Would Spencer be upset that the baby isn’t his? It would be like another JJ situation for him.

The thoughts plagued your mind throughout the week and the more you thought about it the more you thought about who you would have preferred to be the father of your child. Which then led to the guilt of picking and the realization that you in fact would have to break up with Anderson.

If the child did end up being his you would have to make it work, however you knew it was time to come clean and apologize for going behind his back. He deserved to know the truth.

Deep in your thoughts you barley heard your phone ringing. It was now Friday and you weren’t expecting any other calls besides the one from your doctor. You looked around and made sure no one was paying attention before you clicked the green button.

“Hello?”

You heard the voice of the nurse on the line, she sounded almost sad, “Hello am I speaking with Y/n Y/l/n?”

“Yeah this is her,” you said dryly. Your nerves were eating at you.

“Oh sweetie I’m calling with the results of your test. It turns out that you are not pregnant at this time honey.”

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you held in. It felt as is a weight was lifted off your shoulders.

“Oh, um thank you for informing me,” you said looking down at your nails.

“Of course. If you have anymore questions you can call back at this number or come in and set up another appointment. Have a good rest of your day.”

With that the line cut off and you fell back into your chair. Your hand subtly moved onto your stomach. Huh. You didn’t think that would be as hard to hear.

“Y/n?” a voice called from behind you.

“Oh hey Andy. Whats up?” you said putting a smile on your face.

He combed a hand through his hair before he sat at the corner of your desk, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you and I think it’s best if I say it clearly and honestly.”

Your brows furrowed. Oh shit did he already know? You had to stay calm.

“Yeah go ahead.”

“I think we should break up. It’s not you, I think we’re just missing a spark. At first it was fun but I don’t think this is gonna work anymore.”

Pot meet kettle, you thought.

“Plus I think Charlotte from Cyber Crimes is into me so yeah,” he trailed off.

You bit your lip to try and hide the laugh you wanted to let out. This was an unseen turn of events. “Yeah I get it. But hey no hard feelings. Go for it with Lotte, she’s a total sweetheart.”

“Thanks Y/n/n,” he said leaning down to give you half hug then gingerly turned and walked away.

Behind you Spencer couldn’t help but listen to the whole interaction. Once he saw Anderson reach the elevator he got up and made his way over to your desk.

You looked up and saw the small smile on his face, “Is it party at Y/n’s desk today?” you asked causing him to giggle.

“I think the news I just heard calls for celebration in the best way we know don’t you think,” he said looking around the bullpen nodding his head towards the hallway which was home to the spacious supply closet.

You looked around and made sure no one was looking. Emily and JJ were gone in Garcia’s lair. Derek was gone visiting his mom and the dads of the BAU were in a meeting.

“Lead the way doctor,” you said standing getting up form your chair.

Once in the closet Spencer wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. He sighed at the taste of your cherry chapstick. You put your hands on his face pulling him down but while you were savoring the taste of his lips your mind couldn’t help but go back.

You could have been a mom. Spencer felt your lips slow down instead of returning the passion and stepped away.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s something I need to tell you,” you said looking up at him.

He tried to hide the look of worry on his features but you could see right through him as he nodded for you to continue.

“Well earlier this week I uh was supposed to start my period but I didn’t,”

“Y/n-” he tried to cut you off but you put your hand up for him to let you finish.

“I went to the doctors and got a test done. Before Anderson came over I got the call and I’m not. Which is good right? It saved everyone a world of hurt and drama. I don’t know I just thought you should know.”

“Did you wanna be?”

“What?”

“Pregnant,” he said gripping your hips and pulling you closer.

You felt your cheeks get hot at what he was insinuating, “Well- I- yeah. I mean yeah, yes.”

With that he brought his lips back down to yours. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. One of his hands slid to the back of your skirt and pulled down the zipper. You let it slide down your legs and stepped out of it.

You sat on the table in the room, pushing off the bottles of cleaner. Spencer stepped into the space between your legs, his fingers reaching for your panties and tugging them down your legs.

“I can’t believe I get this tight little pussy all to myself now,” he said biting marks onto your neck. You mewled tilting your head to the side and pulling on his tie.

“Spencer please. I need you so bad,” you whined out.

He stepped away and hastily started on undoing his pants, “What do you want baby? Is it for me to fuck you? Or is that not enough? Do you need me to fill you up with my cum? Want me to put a baby in you?”

You moaned at his lewd words and quickly nodded your head. Your hand flew down to your pussy, you were practically dripping onto the table and he had barley touched you.

“Please doctor I need you so bad.”

Spencer quickly stepped into the space again and took both of your hands in one of his large ones, “I own this pussy. I always have, you don’t get to touch without my permission,” he gritted out.

With his free hand he tugged on his cock before aligning it with your leaking slit. The both of you sighed as he pushed in inch by inch. Your head feel back with your mouth open in a perfect O shape.

After a second of letting you adjust Spencer started with rough thrusts. You could feel your hair start sticking on your forehead from the heat of the room. Spencer’s lips were inches from yours, sharing the same breath.

“Fuck I’m gonna fill you up so good. Let everyone here know you’re mine.”

All you could do was nod and moan in approval. His grip on you was deadly but it was just adding onto the immense pleasure you were feeling. The way he was repeatedly hitting your gpot had your vision blurry with stars. You could also feel him pulsing inside you knowing he was close to his peak.

“You look so pretty like this sweetheart. So perfect around my cock.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him impossibly closer, “I want you to cum in me Spence. I need to feel it,” you mewled into his lips.

This motivated him to start drilling into you. At this point you were panting, aching to feel the sweet release. His hand dipped down to rub on your clit, he groaned at the slippery mess where you both met.

“Oh god Spence!”

A high pitched moan escaped your lips as he added on the extra pleasure. Soon enough you were squeeing around him, ready to milk him for all he was worth.

“That’s it baby. Keep doing that. I’m gonna stuff you with my cum y/n/n fuck,” he said drawing out the last syllable as he exploded inside you.

He stayed inside as you both caught your breathes, slowly thrusting trying to fill you to the brim.

He pulled out and looked for a roll of paper towels for you to clean up. Once that was done you helped each other tame your hair and outfits as you always did, with quiet and loving gazes.

“Do you think that one did the job?” you said with a smirk.

“Well statistically the pill contraceptive has a 7% failure rate so with my calculations there is a chance,” he said while smoothing down your hair.

“Thanks genius,” you said lightly punching his arm, “Lets get out of here. Together.”

“Together,” he said slinging an arm around your shoulders.

a/n; so guys what do we think. im not gonna lie i kinda hate it but i think it was a good ending for everyone. kinda feel bad anderson didn’t get the whole truth but the cheating is OVER! also what did we think of what pregnancy scare?? let me know lovies!!!

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forasecondtherewedwon · 3 years

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3 Simple Rules for Dating a Centenarian

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Pairing: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes Rating: T Word Count: 2374

Summary: After seeing Steve's shield handed over to some stranger, Sam calls up Bucky, certain he's the one person who can properly commiserate. He doesn't really expect Bucky to answer though (the guy's become a bit of a recluse), or to hear the hints that he might be missing Sam as much as Sam's been missing him. Not that he'd ever say it straight out.

Sam is almost completely still as the feelings rattle through him like a roller coaster’s last run on a derelict track. He only lets it out—the blend of frustration, betrayal, and regret—in the way his fingers squeeze his knee through his jeans, skin damp against the denim. Keeping his hands clasped, and watching those clasped hands, was more grounding, but he needs one of his hands to hold the phone to his ear, and that activity is getting pretty damn tired.

Bucky’s voicemail clicks on for the third time in a row.

“Bucky,” Sam says, “I know you prefer calls to texting, so what are you doing ignoring me, man? Haven’t used your cell in so long that you’ve forgotten how to hit the answer button? At least it rang. That’s something, I guess.”

He sighs away from the speaker where it won’t be recorded for Bucky to hear later. Maybe he did divert his message from the snarky sarcasm he was planning to leave the guy, but Bucky doesn’t need to hear him sigh on top of that.

For a few moments, Sam taps his foot along with the muffled music of his nephews’ video game coming through the closed door. He knows the boys’ routine (and if he ever forgets, he sees the copy Sarah has on the fridge door) and that this isn’t their usual scheduled time for whatever they’re playing out there. Best guess: Sarah wants them hogging the TV so she won’t be tempted to peek at that government-sanctioned shitshow. Sam can’t blame her. Actually, he wonders if she blames him. The disappointment was so clear in her eyes before he stopped making himself meet them. He thought he was doing the right thing when he handed the shield over. Are there people out there who think he’s let them down, or just his sister? Just himself?

He can’t talk to Sarah right now and he’s thankful that she’s giving him some time to himself, but as soon as he got it, he realized he didn’t know what to do with it. Just like that shield. Dialing Bucky over and over—tapping in every number every time because that appears to be part of this pity ritual he’s performing—seemed like the thing he should do. Probably won’t answer. That asshole is terrible at staying in touch. Still, Sam’s heart feels a little heavier with every word closer he gets to the end of this message. Feels like he’s trying to keep the thing afloat in his chest, like his parents’ boat down at the dock. This is what he knows he should do when everything in him wants to sink—reach out, talk to people. Kinda self-sabotage when he picks the one person almost guaranteed not to answer.

Oh, he’ll hear back from Bucky eventually, probably a handful of choppy texts sent in the middle of the night two weeks from now. Sam knows his pattern; Bucky’s chattiest between 3am and 4am, so chatty that what are likely intended as longer blocks of text arrive in broken fragments because he wants to make everything into neat paragraphs, like he’s writing a damn letter, instead of just getting to the point, but he hits send too soon. Sam would teach him—with plenty of mocking and name-calling, but he would teach him—only while he’s been running ops all over the planet, Bucky’s shrunk his own world way down. He’s gone local to the extreme and it aggravates Sam, even though Bucky isn’t his responsibility, isn’t his other inheritance from Steve. It’s sorta just easier to feel like Bucky is a misplaced bequest than to acknowledge that maybe he misses the guy and his sharp-shooter’s eye and his caveman hair. He can’t keep calling him.

“Thought I’d give you a heads-up,” Sam says, voice weary with this half-true excuse. “Maybe you already saw.” He clears his throat and says quickly, “Anyway, guess I’ll hear from you when I hear from you.”

He’s pulling the phone away from his head and has barely ended the call when it’s ringing in his hand. He answers and catches Bucky’s voice saying his name before it’s even back up to his ear.

“Bucky?” Sam says. “You have a senior’s moment and forget where you left your phone?”

“Nah,” Bucky says. “I saw it was you and decided to ignore it.”

“But you called back.”

“You wouldn’t quit calling. Seemed like you needed me to tell you directly to knock it off.”

“Jackass.” Sam’s gaze darts to the door, but it’s still shut. No chance Sarah saw him grinning over this easy banter. Always the banter with this idiot. Always easy. He sniffs and turns his chair away from the black TV screen. “Did you see that joker on the news?”

Bucky’s either less self-conscious or more inept because he sighs right into the mouthpiece, an exhausted breath in Sam’s ear that has his fingers fleetingly digging into his knee.

“Couldn’t believe that shit,” Bucky tells him in a rough voice. He’s clearly holding back his own feelings about today’s events and, from the sounds of it, they’re more along the lines of anger, hurt, and a simmering desire to wrench the shield from the arm of the new Captain America. “You know that thing’s supposed to be yours.”

“You saying I should’ve done something to stop it?” Sam demands.

“Coulda.”

Sam forces his shoulders to drop, draws a slow breath in and pushes it back out.

“It wasn’t mine anymore, if it ever was. I gave it to the Smithsonian. They sealed it in this glass case and added it to the exhibit.”

“Not a very tight seal.”

“Guess not,” Sam agrees.

“You shouldn’t have turned it over,” Bucky says. Sam’s silent, frowning, and Bucky goes on. “Forget about the shield being given to somebody else—it shouldn’t have even been in a glass case. Doesn’t belong there.”

“I do just fine without it,” Sam assures him. The practicalities of carrying that shield around are more straightforward to discuss than his yawning uncertainty in the face of Steve’s legacy and his place relative to it. “The shield would only get in the way of the wings.”

“You and those wings.”

“Hey, they carried me over Tunisia recently. Show some respect.”

“Didn’t hear about that,” Bucky says in a tone that’s difficult to interpret, though Sam squints thoughtfully as he listens.

“Yeah, well, I shouldn’t even be telling the likes of you, but it was discrete. As far as the major players are concerned, I was never there.”

“So it was illegal?”

Sam’s head tips back as he laughs hard.

“Why, you wanna turn me in?” he jokes. “Working on the government’s trust? What’s the next level up from a pardon? Knighthood?”

“You are such a pain in the ass,” Bucky groans, which really does make Sam smile.

“I’m sure it would’ve been illegal if you were there,” he says automatically. Too fast, his imagination fills it in, a fictional alternative materializing in his mind. Him and Bucky, cocky in reckless freefall. Him and Bucky, fighting back-to-back in a plummeting aircraft. Sam screening Bucky from enemy fire with his wings. Bucky deflecting a stray bullet with his arm before it could hit Sam.

“Nah, I can’t do that no more.”

“Uh huh. I’m sure you’re an angel.”

“Anybody get hurt?” Bucky asks.

Sam glances through the window at the blue sky, the truck rolling unhurriedly past with the driver’s arm hanging out to catch the sun. Beautiful day. He remembers a kick that sent a guy through the door of the plane, sucked out into the sky, another guy tossed aside who tried to fight him in midair, and a helicopter aflame as it went down. He shrugs and figures Bucky’ll hear the gesture in his voice.

“Nobody who didn’t know the risks.”

“Of going up against Captain America?” Bucky probes. Sam rolls his eyes.

“You know, that would almost be a compliment if you got my name right.”

“Don’t tell me you’re not using the name just to avoid compliments from me.”

“I honestly can’t say which one would feel more wrong,” Sam says, passing a hand over his head as he leans back in his chair, “calling myself Captain America or hearing a little overdue praise from you.”

“I’m not really a words guy. Ask my therapist.”

Sam sits with that for a second. He’s happy that Bucky’s talking to someone. He needs it, badly, after decades of violence and being belted into the passenger seat of his own brain. It’s more than Bucky’s ever admitted to him before, but Sam would bet—and bet big—that seeing some stranger named as Steve’s successor today has gotten to Bucky as much as it’s gotten to him. Something like that is bound to open Bucky up a little. He’s the only other person Sam can imagine the news having such a monumental impact on.

“You could try words,” he goads, not wanting to leave Bucky hanging more than a few seconds after his admission. “What else do you have if you don’t feel like being a human action figure?”

“I have my system. My rules.”

“Oh yeah? What rules?”

“Three of ’em,” Bucky informs him. “Nothing illegal. Nobody gets hurt. Making amends for the actions of the Winter Solider.”

“You don’t have to make amends for something you—”

“Don’t. It… helps.”

And who is Sam to question what’s helping Bucky? After the multiple-lifetimes’ worth of hell the guy’s been through?

“Good for you, man,” Sam offers softly.

“Save it, Sam.” The words are clipped but light. Sam grins.

“No words for me either? You more comfortable with me sticking to actions? How are we supposed to talk to each other when you don’t come to Tunisia with me?”

“Wasn’t invited,” Bucky quips back.

“You mighta been if you answered your phone more often. I’m not gonna send you the details to a covert operation in a text.”

“You wanted me in Tunisia?”

“You get shit done,” Sam acknowledges simply. You wanted me in Tunisia? echoes in his head. His heart’s bobbing like a buoy now. You wanted me in Tunisia? You wanted me?

“Not like that.”

“‘Not illegal,’” Sam repeats. “‘Nobody gets hurt. Making amends.’”

“Right. Can’t do any of that.”

“Well, I’m glad this regime’s working for you, but you have to admit it’s weird that I saw more of you when we were fighting alien hordes.”

“What can I say?” Bucky asks in a tone that seems to consciously flatten the charm out of it. “I’m old-fashioned now.”

Sam snorts.

“You were old-fashioned then.”

“I assume you had a team on the ground.”

“I had to,” Sam says over the sound of a squabble in the other room. Immediately, he can hear Sarah’s voice rising slightly above, breaking it up. Just like that, there’s the looping music of the video game again. She’s raised those boys well. “Couldn’t wait around for you.”

“I might show up if you asked me on better dates.”

“It wasn’t a date, it was a goddamn op.”

It’s startling to hear the sound of laughter. Not hearty, deep, rich, or loud, but definitely laughter. Bucky laughs? Sam backtracks a minute. Bucky makes jokes? About dating? About the two of them dating? Evidently, that is something he’s capable of, along with returning calls during daylight hours.

Sam shifts in his seat.

“You could come around sometime,” he suggests, nervously rubbing a hand up and down his thigh. “If you like fish and you’re ever in Louisiana.”

“I do like fish,” Bucky says. “I’ve been going to this sushi place a lot lately.”

It’s not his taste that surprises Sam—it’s the readiness with which he responds to the invitation. He would’ve sooner guessed that Bucky would tell him to shove it up his ass. In a joking way, but still.

“On dates?” Sam asks, telling himself he’s providing some good-natured hassling and that it has nothing to do with the odd feeling he got when Bucky’s joke about them dating caught up with him.

“One. Mostly, I go with Mr. Nakajima.”

“And that’s not a date?”

Sam laughs and wishes he could shut his own mouth as firmly as he’s (many times) told Bucky to shut his.

“I’m pretty sure he’s in his eighties, so he’s more age-appropriate for me than most people, but I murdered his son,” Bucky says grimly.

“Amends?” Sam guesses, adjusting his tone to cope with Bucky’s emotional switchback.

“I haven’t told him yet, but, yeah, I’m working on that.”

They’re both working on something, Sam thinks. Both confronting something that feels too big to tackle—the decision not to announce himself as the new Captain America, guilt for assassinations Bucky had no control over but which span the better part of a century. Sometimes it seems to Sam that they go up against the easiest situations as a team and face the hardest stuff alone. But he called Bucky, and Bucky called back.

“You could bring some of those amends down here and trade them for a snapper dinner,” Sam proposes, aiming for irritatingly cheerful to pull Bucky back out of the dark.

“What do I have to make amends to you for?”

“Being a dick. I’ll text you my sister’s address.”

Sam swiftly ends the call. There are two possible sources to which he can attribute the small surge of adrenaline he feels: hanging up on Bucky and the fact that he might’ve just asked him on a date. When Sam dialed, he knew it was because he didn’t want to do this alone, but he thought that meant watching the appointment of an upstart Captain America. Although he believed he could count on Bucky’s understanding today and for the near future, asking him down to have dinner with Sarah and the boys (or tricking him into it, since he didn’t exactly say it’d be a thing with the whole family) lengthens the timeline. Near future? Inviting Bucky to meet his family and see where he grew up means recognizing that he’ll be in his life a little longer. Alone? Sam might forget the meaning of the word.

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acescreations · 3 years

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Roleplay Transcript (pt. 1)

So this is an old roleplay I got permission from my RP partner to post to my writing blog. I guess revisiting this is kind of a birthday gift to myself and also an apology gift to all of you guys for not writing for shit.

Warnings: Fighting, swearing, violence, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, homophobia, panic attacks

Ship(s): Platonic Analogical

Word Count: 12,553

When Logan went to school on his first day of junior year, he was filled with a strange sense of pride. Students shot glances at him, seemingly worried that Logan would for some reason pick a fight with them, which he would only really do if they were being a jerk and deserved it. Teachers read his name off the attendance list with a hopeless tone upon realizing they had Logan, before looking up with a disappointed resignation when they saw Logan's patch of electric blue hair. Logan had built up a reputation of being strong, of being tough. Just about every kid in school knew about him, whether they be the bullies he fought, the kids he was defending from the bullies, or just the people who saw the fights he was in.

Virgil’s first day at Mindset High was pretty scary. He didnt make friends easily, and he felt like everyone was judging him. He wore a soft lavender hoodie and royal purple sweat pants. Everyone seemed scared of this guy called Logan. I mean, he seemed so grumpy.. He sighed, sitting next to Logan.

Logan blinked in surprise as he watched another student sit down next to him. Most people tried to avoid him as much as possible, so he usually sat alone during class. Even when there were only enough desks for each student in the classroom, people usually pulled their desk a distance away after even the slightest glance from Logan. He guessed this kid sitting next to him hadn't heard of his reputation yet. Well, unfortunately for him, the two were in Logan's least favorite class: history. The class that Logan now associated with whitewashed nationalist propaganda, and arguing with the teacher.

Virgil decided that he would at least get to know this strange man that everyone seemed so.. reluctant to like？ “Uh, hello, I’m.. well, if.. I’m Virgil.” He said tamely, he hoped that they could.. maybe talk？A friend would be nice.

Logan looked over at Virgil with an even, if not cold, expression. That wasn't a name he recognized, so this was probably a new student, which explained why they were actually talking to him. "Logan," he said shortly. They'd learn soon enough that Logan was someone you didn't want to be associated with if you want to have even just a neutral social standing.

Virgil nodded nervously. The dude seemed to be angry at him？Did he provoke him？Should he move seats？ He sighed as he looked down at his work.

Logan put his feet up on the table in front of him, pulling out his phone as he waited for the teacher to, as he put it, "begin his attempt at brainwashing a class of impressionable teenagers."

“Today we shall learn about the history of people that.. well.. people who.. the homosexuals.. and.. others.” Virgil was completely stunned, before immediately grtting dissapointed. “Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw.” He mumbled.

"Oh hell no," Logan said out loud. Literally everyone in the room probably already guessed about Logan not being straight, so he didn't have anything to lose from being vocal about his distaste over the lesson. "Oh, FUCK no." Underneath his iwn complaining, however, he heard Virgil's much more quiet complaint. Okay, so this guy is actually pretty chill. That's good to know. By "chill" Logan meant "not a smallminded conservative" but those pretty much meant the same thing to him.

Virgil sighed. “This.. is fine.” He said. He was a closeted gay boy, he didnt need this. “Now, this shall be respectful..” The teacher rolled her eyes. “Now, what do we know about.. you know.. those people.”

Logan heard what Virgil said, but to him, this most certainly was not fine. He had already picked his battles, and he picked all of them. "If it's gonna be respectful then why don't you just say the word 'Gay'?" he yelled at the teacher.

The class went dead silent. Virgil sighed softly. If someone found out he was gay, he would die on the inside. “Well, as you all know, the bible said that homosexuals.. will rot in hell.”

"FALSEHOOD!" Logan screamed, slamming his hands on the table as he stood up. "Respectful my ass! And how is this even history?!" Logan would go on, but if he's learned anything from the debate team, it's to let people keep saying stupid shit for Logan to prove wrong.

“Homosexuality is a diease. Now, now more recent years, we have homosexuality shoved down our throats. This is causing more parents to force their children to be gay. This all started because a black trans-” “Please stop talking..” Virgil groaned, tempted to just bash his head into the table.

"Gayness is NOT a disease," Logan said, smacking his hand on the table as he began talking over the teacher. "It's a human characteristic just like height or eye color. Gayness is NOT being 'shoved down our throats,'" he smacked the table again, "people are just getting introduced to labels they didn't originally have. Parents are NOT forcing their children to be gay-" smack "- most are actually beating and throwing their children out of their homes for being gay. But you know what? You just keep talking. Maybe one of these days you'll actually say something intelligent."

“You come from a biased pretense！You only see the side of the homosexuals, thats why you are one of the-” “OH, FOR FUCKS SAKE, CHANGE THE GOD DAMN SUBJECT YOU-” “Damn pastel！Didnt know you could speak.” A guy called out.

Logan immediately turned and shot a glare at the person who insulted Virgil, forgetting the current feud with the teacher for a moment. "If you're going to waste oxygen like that, at least keep it relevant to the conversation." Logan then turned back to the teacher. "You're the fucking biased one, you homophobe!" he shouted, pointing a finger at the teacher as he leaned nearly halfway across the table to yell at him.

“I am not a homophobe！I like.. the lesbians.” The teacher smirked, as Virgil began to laugh. Hes just,, this teacher, how did you get a job？ ”Fine. We will move onto a differ-”

For once in his life, Logan is so stunned by by what he's hearing reaches a loss for words. "How did you even get your teaching degree, you fucking creep?"

“I try to act respectful, and you insult me？I think people like you just stir up drama to draw attention to yourself.” Virgil had stopped laughing. He felt.. guilty. He shouldnt have laughed. Maybe the teacher was right？

Logan went completely silent, his hands curling into fists. "Don't. You. Ever. Generalize me. Like that." Then, to make sure he didn't try to physically fight his teacher, he walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

Virgil watched Logan leave, watched everyone whispering about how freaky Logan was. How gay he was.. Virgil stayed quiet and refused to speak to anyone.

Logan stormed down the hallway, absolutely fuming. He ended up in the school's gym, knowing there wasn't a gym class that period. He let out a shout of frustration as he punched a wall, which hurt, obviously, but it satisfied him and let out some of his anger. After that he just stood there, fist against the wall, breathing heavily.

Virgils scheduele was lost, so he asked around for his next class. They led him to the schools gym, and left him there, lost and confused. Time to make an unlikely friend.

Logan had since moved to sit on the bleachers, glancing up to glare as Virgil entered the gym. He was currently in a mindset that nobody would be friendly towards him, especially right now.

Virgil felt the glare, but sighed. He did promise Patton to make one friend at this god forsaken hell hole. He slowly walks up to Logan. “Uhrm, hi？”

"What do you want?" Logan growled. He recognized that this was the person who was sitting beside him in history, but he still felt like he'd antagonize Logan anyway. Most people did anyway.

He gave Logan a weak smile. “A..Are you okay？” He tilted his head. ”And where is the rest of our class？” He expected at least one othed person to come in. Poor thing.

"I'm fine," Logan snapped defensively, in a counter-productive attempt at convincing Virgil that that was actually true. "And there isn't a class in here right now." Logan didn't have a gym class at all. He was actually skipping a class right now, but it wasn't like his teacher would miss him anyway.

“Oh..” He stammered, looked down at the floor guiltily. “Do you know where S7 is？” He rubbed the back of his neck. “And.. wait. Why arent you in class.. oh.”

Logan sighed as he stood up. "Yeah, come on." He gestured for Virgil to follow him with a small shrug of a shoulder.

Virgil smiled. “Thank you, Logan.” He said softly, following behind him, glad that Logan would do this for him.

Logan shrugged as he began leading Virgil to his classroom. "Whatever," he muttered. Whatever it took to get himself his alone time in the gym. He doubted it would do Virgil's social reputation much good to see him with Logan, though.

“To be honest, that ass of a teacher really should be fired. What kind of creep just likes lesbians？” He tried to make small talk.

"Basically the entire American public does, actually." Logan was pretty sure it was a rhetorical question, but it wasn't like he was wrong, he thought.

“oh.. well.. thats..” Virgil sighed. “Why were you there alone instead of hanging out with friends？” He seemed rather done.

Logan glanced back at Virgil, although he didn't stop walking. "Because there are classes going on right now," Logan said. It was true, although Logan wasn't hanging out with friends because he didn't have any. He just wasn't going to tell Virgil that.

“Dont you have a badass like, gang？Like everyone says？” He tilted his head, very confused. “Oh.. are you.. uh..” He was genuinely confused.

"A gang?" Logan said in mild surprise and disbelief. That was seriously what people said about him? Logan guessed he underestimated his own reputation.

“Yeah. Also, apparently you dont like when people steal your role, so you are going to beat my ass. If you are, then I guess do it here.” He has no fear for death anymore. This school sucked any hope of caring out of him.

"What exactly do people say my role is then?" Logan hadn't intended on carrying on a conversation for this long, or really at all, but he couldn't help but be curious as to what people said about him.

He stared up at the sky, he really didnt want to say this. Dear god, please strike him with lighting. Oh, no lighting？F- “You’re the bad boy that all the girls swoon over. Apparently you’re soft and sweet on the inside.” He scoffed slightly. His defense is up.

Logan stiffened as he continued walking, gagging a little. That was it. It was official. Logan hated his reputation. He supposed he'd have to work harder on establishing his reputation as being stone cold and heartless. He wasn't going to stop picking fights with bigots though, he knew that much. "Well, here's your class," he said to Virgil, stopping in front of a classroom before immediately turning go back to the gym instead of the class he had that period.

“Thanks Logan.” He gave him a weak grin. “Logan Man, Fighting off bigots day after day.” He scoffed, before it turned to a light giggle, and Virgil went into class. What a dork. A nice dork.

Logan glanced back as he walked off, turning back after Virgil walked into class. As he neared the gym again, he glanced down at his left knuckles. After punching the wall, they became red and sore, and Logan was starting to regret punching the wall. His hand still stung.

This is why you dont start a war on walls, you idiot. Virgils class exprience was.. intresting. They made up rumors about him and Logan, and Virgil wanted to vomit. Love always made him feel weird and uncomfortable, but hes absolutely sure hes just gay.

Logan sat back down in the gym bleachers. He didn't know what he was doing back here instead of going to class. He guessed he pretty much didn't want to hear whatever his classmates would say about him. That was actually the first time he stormed out in the middle of class like that, and he assumed that was what people would be talking about right now.

They began to gossip about Logan having a girlfriend, boyfriend, and then him being in a gang. Now they all think Logans a fucking gang leader. Good luck talking to anyone, Logie.

After sitting in the gym with nothing to do for a while, Logan stood back up and headed to the band room. That was where he usually went when he wanted alone time, the gym had just been closer that time. As he walked down, he realized that being a musician probably contributed to people thinking he's "soft and sweet on the inside" but fuck it. Music is probably the reason he doesn't throw hands with every mildly unpleasant person in his vicinity.

Virgil cant stop laughing at the pure idiocity, wanting to just record this and send it to Logan... Eh, later. Once he befriends Logan. He nods to himself as the bell rung. Now he could go find Logan！And hang out with him！

Logan had just reached the band room by the time the bell rang. "God dammit," he said loudly. Now he'd have to choose between letting out some energy and missing another class. Logan sat down behind the drumset in the room, pulling out his phone and earbuds. He figured his teacher wouldn't miss him, and really, who cares if the teacher calls his house? Who gives a shit? Certainly not him. So he put on a pair of fingerless gloves he kept with him, turned on his music, and played along to American Idiot.

Virgil was going to class, but heard... music？He quietly walks towards the sounds, peering in. They had a music room？！ Logan plays music？！ He quietly attempted to sneak in, to be able to hear better. He ended up tripping into a guitar, miraculously not breaking it.

Most people would've heard Virgil tripping as he snuck in, but not only was Logan listening to really loud music, but he was also playing a really loud instrument. But really, neither of those things meant much, because Logan was in The Zone. It would take a lot to break his focus.

Virgil was extremely impressed. Logan really was in the mood. He sat on the floor, just admiring the music.

Logan looked up once the song had ended, quickly pulling out his earbuds and jolting upwards once he saw Virgil sitting there. "What the hell are you doing here?"

“...Uhhhhh, I thought this was the cafeteria？Nice pl-playing.” He quickly stood up, immediately smackin into a cupboard and just sighing softly.

"Of course this isn't the fucking cafeteria, do you see any tabl-" Logan went quiet for a moment when he saw the knocked over guitar. He practically threw himself over the drumset as he ran to check on the guitar, because despite the fact that the school technically owned all of the instruments, that was Logan's Guitar. "The fuck did you do?!" Logan shouted as he checked the guitar over for any damage.

He quickly stood up. “See-ing a-as this isnt the cafeteria, I-I’m going to-” He began to speed for thr door.

Logan looked back up once he was sure his guitar was alright. Once he saw Virgil heading for the door, it occurred to him what he had just done. "I, I didn't mean to snap," he said apologetically, rubbing the back of his head as he looked away from Virgil. This new body language was a complete change from how he usually acts.

Virgil paused, reluctantly rubbing the back of his neck. “U-Uh, oh, ok-okay. I’m.. I’m sorry. You.. You clearly werent..” All words just seemed to die in his mouth.

Logan sighed as he stood back up. "Whatever, just, try not to knock any instruments over, okay?" Logan mumbled as he began walking past Virgil out the door. Okay, so he didn't mumble, but compared to how clearly he normally speaks he might as well have been.

"Thank you, L-Logan." He stammered. He didnt move, just awkwardly standing there. "O-Oh, uh, of course.. Uh, can I sit with you at lunch?" He managed through jumbled stammering.

Logan glanced back at Virgil as he walked out, trying to understand the logic of wanting to be around somebody who just yelled at you for something that wasn't intentional. Logan was hoping it wasn't anything like Logan being nice, because if Logan was the nicest person Virgil knew, well that's just sad. "Sure, whatever." Logan shrugged. He didn't actually know if he was actually going to stay until lunch, since he had been planning on leaving for the rest of the day. He shrugged at himself as he left the band room. Logan supposed he'd find out by lunch.

Virgil just followed after him, quietly. Hey, Logans the nicest guy here at this hell hole of a school, Well, the nicest guy he has met. He looks around, feeling awkward. Oh god. Why is he bothering Logan. He doesnt want you here. Just leave. "Uh-"

Logan attempted to continue walking as normal, despite the ever present awareness of Virgil following him. After all, by the looks of this kid, he's definitely harmless. Although after a while it became hard to ignore the little lost puppy of Virgil. "What are you following me for?" Logan asked over his shoulder. "Don't you have a class or something?" Honestly, how is anyone supposed to let out some steam when someone is following them everywhere?

Virgil flinched. "uh.. yeah.. sure.." He mumbled, and he quickly left. He didnt know why he cared so much. Oh wait, yes he did. Because he wanted Logan's friend. Why? Because he found Logan cool.

Logan sighed once Virgil left. He didn't really know why. Was he disappointed? Logan actually thought he might be. That was probably the longest anyone had ever voluntarily been around him, after all. Either way, Logan still had no idea what to do at this point, especially considering that if he left before school ended he'd definitely have to deal with the consequences soon enough.

Virgil headed off into the bathroom. He just needed somewhere to stay calm, and clear his head. Everything just made him feel horrible. He quietly locked himself into a stall, keeping himself quiet.

Logan leaned against a wall in the hallway, getting out his phone as he debated his options. If he left school now, Virgil wouldn't have to worry about his mistake of wanting to be around him during lunch, but his mom would be pissed if she found out he didn't even stay half of the day. But if he stayed and went to class, he'd half a lot of pent up anger with him during class, and his home had probably already been called due to him not having made it to this class period, so he'd still probably hear about it anyway.

Virgil calmed himself down, and went back outside. He looked around, wondering if Logan was still around. He.. He hoped so. He is not going to that hell hole alone.

Logan sighed as he put his phone away, finally heading to class. He was pretty sure that it was the world's most stupid desicion for Virgil to want to be anywhere near him, but as a new kid who clearly had no idea how to survive in this school, he probably wouldn't be very safe if he was alone during lunch.

Virgil quietly sighed, deciding to go to class. He hid his eyes with his hair. He slunk into the back of the class, trying to keep away from everyone.

Logan managed to keep himself from throwing hands for the rest of his morning class, heading down to the lunchroom afterwards. He stood against a wall and watched people enter without personally eating.

Once that hellish excuse for a class was done, Virgil quietly found Logan and walked up to him. “Uh, hi.”

Logan looked over at Virgil, honestly kind of surprised that he committed to his decision to spend the lunch period with Logan. "Hey," he said briefly, looking back across the room.

He gave him a pathetic grin, trying to not be awkward, but the boy radiates awkward. “Uh, uhm, er, hi.” He began to play with his hands, biting his lip.

"You don't talk to people much, do you?" Logam didn't look back at Virgil as he spoke. Was he hoping Virgil would decide Logan actually was unpleasant to be around and leave? Yeah, Logan thought he was.

“N-Not really.” He mumbled, not moving, copying Logans pose. He wasnt exactly enjoying the people staring at him, but hes happy having a friend.

Logan's surprise grew as Virgil started copying him. He didn't know why, but that was really unexpected. "Aren't you going to eat or something?" Logan was determined to not let his surprise, or really any other emotion, show.

Virgil shook his head, deciding a verbal response wasnt worth it. Plus, the food looked like slop. He fidgetted with his hands, trying to spark a conversation.

Logan glanced over at Virgil, trying to figure out what to do in this situation. God, this kid is making me more awkward just by being around me. It's a wonder he's survived this long.

Virgil thought about his family. His family sucked. It would be nice to know what raised that hardcore lad. “Uh... Whats your family like？” He said softly. God fUcking damn it, Virgil. You cant ask about anything N O RM A L-

The change in Logan's posture was immediate. His back straightened, his shoulders became more squared, his hands tightened into fists. "Why do you care?" Logan's voice was cold and hard as knives.

Virgil shrunk back, his eyes wide. “I-I dont know？I’m just trying to make conversations..” He trailed off, going silent. Wait. Why was Logan caring so much. “Oh god, are you an orp-”

Logan scoffed at that second comment, giving Virgil the slightest shake of his head and somehow managing to make those small actions violent and angry. I wish I was that lucky.

Virgil flinched. He felt his heart race at those angry movements. “Uh, er.. sorry.” Virgil practically sped off, he feels sick.

Logan turned and watched him go. If he were in any other mood, he'd probably feel bad for scaring Virgil like that. But right now he didn't even care, he simply turned back to glare at the rest of the people in the room.

The whispers of the room continued, questioning Logan and why he doesnt like his family

Logan didn't say anything to anyone, although when he heard someone talking about him he'd shoot a glare at them to get them to shut up.

The cafeteria was awkward and quiet. Nobody wanted to talk to Logan, or get beaten up.

Eventually Logan got tired of the stares and went back to the gym. He would've went to the band room, but there was a class there at the time, so he had to go with the next best thing.

Virgil was sitting behind the bleachers, desperately trying to calm himself. Logan hates him. Everyone hates him. He hates this hell-hole of a school.

Logan didn't notice Virgil as he came in, walking over to a padded part of the wall so he could punch it and not hurt himself again. He punched the wall, then drew his hand back and punched again, and again, and again. He hated his mother. He hated every single boyfriend she had ever had. He hated this school. He hated that he was always alone. He hated that this one time somebody actually wanted to be around him, he was determined to scare them off. He hated everything right now.

The punches just terrified Virgil even more. Oh great. Now a murderer was after him. He let out a strangled gasp, as his world began to spin round, making Virgil shake.

Logan paused when he heard the gasp behind him. He turned and finally noticed Virgil behind him, and of course it was only after he started panicking. Logan stood there, trying to figure out if he should go try to help, considering he was probably the thing causing Virgil to panic and being closer might just make it worse.

He couldnt breathe. The gasps became more frequent. Fuck. Hes gonna die here. Hes gonna die alone. Jesus this is getting sad.

Soon enough, Logan decided on walking over, kneeling down in front of Virgil. It wasn't like he was getting any better without Logan interacting. "Hey, Virgil?" Logan started in the most even voice he could produce. "I'm gonna need you to calm down, can you do that? Just focus on breathing." Fuck, is this what you're supposed to do? Logan honestly didn't have a clue, but from what he did know about panic attacks this seemed like an appropriate response.

Virgil trembles, before his blood stopped. Logan. “I-I’m sorry！I’m sorry！I-I-I-I...” He hears that Logans hear to help. “I-I cant- I-I’m a failure！”

Upon hearing Virgil's words, Logan's hands curled into fists. He was immediately ready to fight on behalf of someone he didn't even know. Then Logan reminded himself that right now, fighting was not in fact going to help. He took a deep breath, forcing his hands to relax again before continuing to talk to Virgil. "No, you're not a failure, there's no need to be sorry." Logan slowly reached out and took one of Virgil's hands in his own, checking for his reaction.

Virgil jolted, scramming away, apologizing. “I said- I said sorry！P-Please.. Leave me alone.” He sobbed. “I-I-I-” He felt his throat constrict.

Logan quickly pulled his hands away from Virgil, feeling guilt like a stab in his gut. This was all because of him, wasn't it? Maybe he should just leave, Virgil did tell Logan to leave him alone, didn't he? And Logan was pretty sure he just made it worse because he had no idea how to help, so Virgil would probably be better off if Logan left him alone.

Virgil whimpers, god hes so pathetic. Such a useless person. “Pathetic.. Useless..” He mumbled softly, looking away from Logan. The attack was beginning to die down, but he wouldnt be calm for a while.

Logan opened his mouth, about to correct Virgil on what he was saying about himself, but then he hesitated, and soon closed his mouth again. Logan looked down at the floor as he slowly stood back up and left, his endgoal being the doors leading out of the school. Logan officially decided he was done with being around people for a good while. Logan easily ignored the stares of the people in the halls. Most people took one look at Logan's overall demeanor and knew not to stare, so Logan was able to get out the school doors without even being interuppted.

Virgil made sure to keep close to Logan. He felt so guilty, he can’t believe he was so stupid. He had to have Logan come help him from a panic attack！All he is, is a panicky, clingy, failure.

Logan sighed and turned around as he got outside the door, facing Virgil. "Don't you have something better to do? Like class or something?" Logan was trying not to snap, especially since Virgil had just gotten out of a panic attack, but his voice was still harsh. Logan just wanted an escape from people, and now this little lost puppy of a person was becoming the first and only obstacle to that.

He kept his mouth shut. He felt so awkward. Like he owed Logan and apology. For seeing that. For seeing how much of a mess he was.. Yeah, he left soon after Logan spoke.

Logan walked away from the school after that, although he didn't really know where he was going. All he really knew at the time was that he wanted to escape from people, despite the fact that he didn't know where he could go that didn't have people. Logan ended up going over to the park, deciding that the park would have the least amount of people. After a while Logan had calmed down enough to tolerate human connection again, and walked down to the local café, because despite its black color, the fabric of Logan's jacket did little to protect him from the cold. He almost smiled as he walked through the door of the café, looking at the pride flag sticker on the window. Logan sat down in a booth, although since he was a regular the staff weren't expecting him to order anything.

Virgil was nervous. He had gotten lost on his way home, and was walking down to a cafe. He was hungry, after all. He looked at his phone, cringing at its dead battery. But he managed to smile. Today started off great, at least. Logan was.. his friend？Well, he seemed to begin to tolerate Virgil. And hes fine with that. He ordered a cup with a long list of ingredients. His own list of “Fuck me up” ingredients.

Logan didn't notice Virgil walking in. He had started dozing off in his seat when a waiter walked over, giving him a plate of eggs and toast. "It's on the house. You look like you could use it," they said with a smile as they left the table. They were right about that; Logan hadn't eaten all day. Logan glanced back over, guilt weighing down his shoulders as he began eating. He glanced over at his phone as he ate. The only reason it wasn't dead was because he was at the table with the outlet. That was basically His Table and both the visitors and staff knew this. Once Logan finished eating, he put his head atop his hand and began dozing off again. The poor kid hadn't slept well in ages.

The waitress did NOT look happy that Virgil had such a long list, but, he paid and ordered it, so she had to. When he asked for an outlet seat, he was pointed into Satan- I mean, Logans direction. “Oh, hi Logan.” Virgil said softly, holding his head phone.

Logan was partially asleep at the time, although he had trained himself to not fall asleep entirely, so when he heard his name he was immediately awake and alert. He put his arm down on the table as he looked at Virgil. "Hey," he said shortly, realizing that this was the kid from school, which meant school was over. Logan hadn't really been paying attention.

“Uh, Uhmm...” He felt really awakward.. Was there any other outlet booths？Logan looked like he would murder Virgil if he sat there.

Logan raised an eyebrow at Virgil, drumming his fingers against the table. Honestly, if there was anywhere that he was least likely to murder someone, it was that café. It was quite honestly the most comfortable place he had ever been in, and he wasn't about to throw that away by getting into a fight.

Virgil looked away. They say, if you look Logan in the eye, you’ll turn into stone. “Sorry. I’ll just take the bus.” Yes. The bus. That he has no.clue about. Tbh, If I were Virgil？I’d rather walk.

Logan stared at Virgil. What the hell was he talking about? "We don't have a bus." Did Virgil just move here? Also why was he talking about a bus inside a café? What the hell was his train of thought?

Transfer student. Yes, he did just move here. Thats.. Thats kinda why he wasnt as fearful of Logan. ”Oh.” He said simply. “Fu-”

Logan sighed in confusion as he looked away from Virgil, bringing up his hand again to set his head on and closing his eyes. He didn't have any sort of obligation to interact with Virgil, so if he wasn't going to actually say anything then Logan was going to try to stock up on light sleep.

“ck.” He sighed. He awkwardly shuffled into the booth, just wanting to charge his phone, man.

Logan opened his eyes again, having expected Virgil to just stand awkwardly or leave. He glanced at the coffee Virgil had as he sat down, reading the ingredient label. "That's incredibly unhealthy for you." Logan didn't know why he was starting conversation when he could be sleeping, but he was aware of how much Virgil's coffee could fuck someone up.

“Eh. Nobody really cares.” He took a sip, waiting for his phone to do him a favour and charge. One percent, and the most aggressive spam of messages blasts through his phone. “Oh. I’m popular today.” He muttered. Of course, his parents had guests today. They had to pretend they cared.

Logan watched the phone screen as the messages showed up on the screen. Honestly he was pretty surprised by the spam, he barely ever got any messages, and he definitely didn't remember the last time his mom texted him. She generally saved her barrage of harassment for when they were face-to-face. He genuinely didn't think whatever the messages were about could be good.

They werent. They were degrading messages about his intelligence. “Ah！My mom.. uh, says that.. I gotta go.. God, shes so kind.” He made a convincing act. “See you, Punk.” He gave him a pathethically weak smile. He had no way home. Sadness hours.

Logan didn't believe the act for a second. Everything he read on that screen were things he could practically hear his mother saying to him, and "kind" wasn't even the last word he'd use to describe her. Nonetheless, he understood the need to get home. Logan sighed at the smile. Honestly it was kind of sad. "You don't know where you're going, do you?" Logan asked, deadpan. Seeing how lost Virgil was in school, the entire town probably seemed like an actual maze to him.

Virgil flinched at the deadpan tone. “Ah, well, uhrm, yeah..” He muttered, allowing his bangs to cover his eyes. “I’ll find my way home, I dont need a gang member to escort me.” He muttered, a bit of a bitter tone in his voice. He doesnt know why he said that. Maybe to drive Logan away？But he adored Logan！Logan was so cool.. God damn, you stalker, stop thinking about him！ “...sorry.” He muttered, getting up.

Logan sighed and looked away. Gang member. Is that really how people saw him? He only meant to scare off jerks and bigots, and he honestly wanted to be supportive of basically anyone who got picked on or bullied. Apparently those people couldn't trust him either. He knew he couldn't be surprised though, nobody in their right mind would trust somebody who got so angry they had to punch a wall to feel just a little better. "Whatever," Logan muttered. "I just hope you know that everyone's gonna assume you're queer now." Logan jabbed a finger towards the pride flag sticker he had looked at on the way in.

The look of sheer terror as he saw the said flag was hilarious. He had tried his best to act like a straight guy. “I’m straight.” He mumbled. “Uhm, are you gay, Logan？”

Logan almost laughed at what was to him an obvious lie. Almost. "I think I'm as straight as you are." Straight as a rainbow, that is.

Virgil looked afraid. But then again, when hes with Logan... Wait. Beforehand, Virgil wasnt scared or worried. Aww！You turned someone who, rather blindly, trusted you, against you！But isnt that what you do best, Logan？

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Unfinished Business - ch. 1, pt. 3

Summary: Makani finds out why Ismena broke off their friendship.

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They are fated to sit across from each other, separated by a circular table, Makani thinks as she picks at the frayed edge of a yellow placemat on the Karagiannis’s table. Under Ismena’s gaze, a calculating, analyzing gaze, Makani realizes she never asked Ismena what, in the end, made her decide to leave. As long as she’s making an attempt at self-betterment, she might as well learn what drove people away in the past. If she knows, she can avoid repeating those actions with Precious.

The question is abrupt and heavy in the silent room, a weight swinging in the air, “What did I do that made you decide to leave?”

If Ismena is surprised by the question, she doesn’t show it. Her expression remains unchanged, and she draws in a deep breath. “It was a build-up of things overtime,” she answers.

“Was there a specific moment that made you realize you wanted to leave?” she asks. She needs specifics.

Ismena sits quietly for a moment, leaning back in her chair again. Her gaze drifts away from Makani, and she worries her lower lip between her teeth as she considers the question. The clock on the wall behind Ismena ticks slowly, and Makani watches the secondhand move. The kettle begins to whistle. Ismena doesn’t move or pull herself completely out of her thoughts, but the burner flicks off and the kettle lifts into the air. The whistle falls silent. A cabinet door squeaks open, and two mugs drift down to an open space on the counter.

“What kind of tea do you want?” Ismena asks, staring into space.

“Whatever you’re having.”

The pantry opens. Two tea bags make their way out of the darkness of the pantry and settle snuggly at the bottom of the mugs. Still in the air, the kettle moves over each mug in turn, pouring hot water without a single drop landing on the countertop. The kettle returns to the stove, landing on a different burner.

“Milk? Sugar? Honey?” Ismena asks, her eyes flicking briefly to Makani.

“No, thanks.”

The mugs move across the kitchen, as if toted by an invisible waiter. Ismena holds her hand out for hers, grabbing hold of the handle without looking. Makani’s lands gently on the table in front of her. She’s impressed. She knows Ismena isn’t trying to show off – Ismena was never one to gloat – but to perform such magic without lifting so much as a finger suggests a deep understanding of the craft. And to do it while focused on something else is even more impressive. Makani smiles to herself as she gazes down into the steeping tea.

“It was when you suggested hexing the coworker that was annoying me,” Ismena says finally, turning her full attention to Makani. “That was my breaking point.”

“Really?” Makani asks, allowing herself a moment of genuine surprise. She suggests hexing people all the time, but unless it’s for business purposes, she’s usually suggesting it in jest.

“He was just a guy,” she says. “A bit annoying. But just a guy. An innocent person.”

“Nobody’s innocent,” Makani says. “Everyone is guilty of something.”

A sad smile touches Ismena’s lips, “That is an unfortunate view to have of the world.”

Makani shrugs, unaffected. She’s never met anyone who wasn’t guilty of something. Even Ismena has skeletons in her closet.

She asks, “Why that moment? I don’t remember it, but wasn’t I joking if the annoyance was so trivial?”

“You were,” she says. Her voice is low. The rich tone is enchanting without Ismena intending so. If only Ismena had had fewer morals. The two of them would have been unstoppable. “But I realized in that moment how little human life means to you. And I knew what you were capable of. I knew you would never care about me the way I cared about you, and I knew I didn’t want to become the villain in anyone’s story.”

Makani looks at Ismena, her expression neutral as she considers Ismena’s words. Ismena always had a way of pulling Makani out of her flippant, flirty attitude, guiding her to serious rumination, even if only for a few short minutes. As Makani lets herself be serious for a moment, Ismena’s eyes don’t venture from Makani. She’s not uncomfortable under Makani’s intense gaze, as people often are. She sits with the easy grace of a sage old witch, who has seen too much of the world to let herself be bothered by someone else.

What a pair they could’ve been. Ismena’s unflinching nerve combined with Makani’s brash boldness. The combined power of their magics. The way they could make others squirm with just a look. Nothing would have been able to stop them.

“Why do you ask?” Ismena queries. “You’ve never cared before. What’s changed?”

Makani is tempted to say she was just curious, but Ismena knows her better than that. She’d see right through the lie. But to tell the truth is a risk. To trust someone with information that could be used against her. If any witch can take her in a fight, Makani knows it’s Ismena. Not only does she know Makani better than most, maybe even as well as Precious does, she knows Makani’s weaknesses, her vices, her magic. And Ismena’s powerful. If the casual use of magic to make tea is any indication, magic has become as easy as breathing for her.

But, in all their years of separation, Ismena has never betrayed Makani’s trust.

As she answers, Makani doesn’t attempt to add false lightness to her words. She speaks delicately, bares her true feelings. “I’m making an effort to better myself.”

“Really?” Ismena asks. Her lip twitches as she tries to hold back an amused smile. “And why is that?”

“My roommate, Precious,” Makani says. She chooses her words carefully, trying to make it clear that for once, she’s being serious. “I care about her, maybe as much as you once cared about me. I’m not sure. Recently, I upset her by…by being me. Enough that she almost moved out. And I don’t want that.

“So,” Makani says with a smile, “I’m turning over a new leaf. A new me.”

For a moment, Ismena says nothing, just stares at her with a considerate frown. She’s never known Makani to change for anyone, to want to make anyone more comfortable. In her experience, it’s always been the opposite, with Makani trying to make people uncomfortable. But there’s no flippant cadence to her tone. Against all odds, Makani seems to genuinely care.

Ismena smiles warmly and says, “I hope that works out for you, Makani. I really do. She must really be special to make you question your morals.”

Though she doesn’t say it out loud, she also hopes it works out for Precious too. She doesn’t need to know Precious to worry about her. Ismena knows what it’s like to be the object of Makani’s affection. She knows how enchanting Makani can be, in spite of her cruelty.

“I’m not questioning them.” Makani says. “I’m just not acting on them anymore. As much.”

Ismena lets out a quick laugh, “Well, I guess that’s about all one could ask of someone like you.”

A comfortable silence falls between them. The room buzzes with the warm memories of old friendship, a few moments where they both let themselves feel the way they once did for each other, without the burden of animosity and years gone by between them. Silently, each woman turns over remembrances of happiness and camaraderie that she’ll never experience again, at least not with the woman who sits across from her.

The reverie is broken by the scrape of a key trying to find its way into the lock. Ismena stands, knowing her mother is due to arrive home with groceries for tonight’s dinner. The door swings open before she reaches it, and sure enough, her mother stands in the threshold, bogged down by two arms full of groceries. She’s a small, round woman, with tanned olive skin and the same pointed lips as her daughter. Her eyes are a warm honey brown, and they light up as Ismena meets her at the door and she sees Makani at the kitchen table.

Ismena takes the grocery bags from her mother, relieving her of the burden; a few bags float in the air alongside her. The pantry and refrigerator doors swing open as she begins to sort through the bags. Items surf the air to their allotted spots in the kitchen, drifting lazily past Ismena as they go.

“Makani!” Eleni says, spreading her arms wide. The cheery woman leans down a few inches, and wraps her arms around Makani in an affectionate, maternal hug. She smells of flour and rose perfume. Makani turns in her chair and returns the hug with a warmth she doesn’t actually feel, then lets the woman kiss her once on each cheek. “It is so good to see you! Are you staying for lunch? We love to have you.” She clasps her hands together, grinning broadly. How two people who express everything like an overzealous lead in a high school play ended up with a daughter so composed and reserved is a mystery to Makani.

“I would love to,” Makani lies. “But unfortunately, I have prior commitments I need to attend to.”

Makani exchanges a sidelong glance with Ismena. And your daughter doesn’t want me around.

“Ah, what a shame,” she tuts, her lower lip pushing out into a dramatic pout as she leans in to give Makani another hug. “You are welcome anytime. You can come for another day soon. When are you free?” She has the same Greek accent as Ioannis, and her words tumble out quickly and enthusiastically.

“I’d love to,” she says again. “I’m unavailable for the foreseeable future, though. After this week, I’ll be out of town for a while.”

Because she’s looking at Eleni, Makani doesn’t see Ismena’s head whip around, but she can feel her eyes on her, boring into the back of her head.

Makani continues, “I can pay you a visit when I return. I’ve missed your cooking.” That much is true. “I came by today to pick up an order and say hi.”

“Ah, yes, yes! Ioannis tells me that your order is ready whenever you are ready,” Eleni says. “But stay for a bit longer! It has been so long since I saw that beautiful face of yours.” She cups Makani’s face in her aging hands.

“I wish I could,” Makani lies. “But I need to get going. I have to deliver the order of lamb to my friend before a meeting this afternoon. I’m glad I got to see you before I left, though, even if it’s just for a moment.”

As Eleni pulls her hands away, beaming at Makani, Makani pushes the kitchen chair back and stands.

“Yes, so good to see you,” Eleni says. “Come to visit when you get back to Chicago, yes?”

“Of course,” Makani says with a grin.

From behind her, Ismena’s low voice says, “I’ll walk you out, Makani.”

Before Eleni can lengthen the goodbyes, making Makani promise to call and visit, asking if she can’t stay for just a little bit longer so she can take some food with her, lamenting how infrequently they get to see her, Ismena walks swiftly to the door and holds it open.

“Goodbye, Eleni,” Makani says. “I was good to see you.”

“Yes, goodbye, Makani. Come back soon. Do not be a stranger!” she calls after Makani as Ismena pulls the door shut behind them.

At the bottom of the stairs, Makani turns and reaches for the door to the small storage area, but Ismena stops her, placing her hand on Makani’s wrist.

“You’re leaving Chicago?” Ismena asks. Her warmth from the kitchen is gone. Makani meets her cold, untrusting gaze.

“For a little while, yeah,” she answers.

“Why?” Her eyes narrow.

Makani gives her a playful smile, “I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Ismena.”

She quirks an eyebrow.

“I have some unfinished business to take care of,” Makani says. Ismena continues to stare at her with suspicion. “Like Hugo; you remember him?”

Ismena jolts. She could never forget Hugo, as much as she wants to. Her words tumble out, caught off guard by the mention of him. She says, “Hugo? What are you going to do with him? You can’t kill him.”

“I know,” she says, curling her upper lip in annoyance. Then, she sighs, “Even if I could, I wouldn’t. New leaf, remember?”

“Uh-huh,” Ismena says, sounding not at all convinced. “Well, best of luck to you. And if you do see Hugo, be sure to give him my regards and tell him I hope he rots in the deepest pit of hell, forgotten by anyone he’s ever cared about.”

Makani raises her eyebrows and laughs sharply, “Boy, Ismena, why don’t I just stab him for you too?”

“No need. He’ll get what’s coming to him,” Ismena says flatly.

“Ominous,” Makani says with a grin, wiggling her fingers in Ismena’s direction.

This time, when Makani reaches for the door, Ismena doesn’t stop her, and they pass into the chilled storage area.

“I can help you bring the lamb to your car,” Ismena says, offering not out of kindness but a personal feeling of obligation.

Makani says her thank yous and goodbyes to Ioannis, which Ismena cuts short before Ioannis can let it to go on for too long. The two carry the meat to Makani’s car in a nearby parking garage and pack it into a large cooler that’s waiting in the back seat.

As Makani slides into the driver’s seat, Ismena crosses her arms and says, “I hope things work out for you, Makani.”

Makani smiles and says, “See you around, Ismena,” then pulls the car door closed.

Arms still crossed, Ismena turns, heading toward the parking garage exit. Makani turns on the car and watches her walk away as she considers which errand she should run next. Daisy or Carm? Her eyes widen almost imperceptibly, and she cranks down her window.

“Hold on, Ismena,” she calls out. Ismena turns with a questioning look, one eyebrow raised.

“What?” she asks, taking a few tentative steps toward the car.

“There’s something I should tell you,” Makani says. She pulls back from the window and grabs her bag from the passenger seat. She rummages through it until she finds a scrap of paper and a pen. As Ismena nears, Makani flicks through her phone and scribbles three names and three numbers onto the scrap of paper.

“What is it?” Ismena asks, still a few feet from the car. She bends down and tilts her head to get a better look at Makani.

Makani glances in her rearview and side mirrors, then to Ismena. The parking garage is empty. She holds the paper out to Ismena, held between her forefinger and middle finger.

“What is this?” she asks, taking the paper.

“There are witch hunters in Chicago,” Makani says.

The soft, natural glow of Ismena’s cheeks drains away, and her eyes widen. Old memories, old fears strike her heart. Then, she composes herself, straightening her back as she takes a deep breath. Witch hunters aren’t as much of a threat to her now. She can hold her own.

“Those are the numbers of a few witches I know in the area. Might be good to get in contact with them,” Makani shrugs.

“Precious, Aoife, and Carmen?” Ismena frowns at the numbers scrawled on the paper.

“Yeah. You’d probably get along with Carmen,” she says with a grin. “She doesn’t like me. And I wouldn’t complain if you kept an eye on Precious.”

Ismena nods, “I will keep that in mind. Thank you.”

“See you around, darling,” Makani grins. Ismena doesn’t have a chance to respond; Makani is already pulling out of the parking space and heading for the exit.

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Message to Lightworkers, August 28th 2020 ~ Victims and Saviors

By Caroline Oceana Ryan

This week’s guidance from the Ascended Masters, Galactics, Earth Elementals, Fae Elders, Angelic legions, and Archangels known as the Collective:

Greetings, friends! We are very pleased to have this moment to speak with you today.

Recently a Light Bringer commented to our writer about a channeling she had received for him, from one of his guides.

He wrote:

“In a recent channeling you did for me, my guide said that I am not the savior of the planet.

What I learned from that was, that we as Lightworkers are anchoring many Light codes that have helped bring about many changes and current situations on the planet.

It is our job to bring in the higher Light/energy so that the necessary changes can take place.

What she said also showed me that my most important job is to stay strong, to focus and take care of myself, and not be concerned or worried or stressed about what is going on in the world around me.

Our jobs as Lightworkers is to keep our energy/Light as strong as possible.

By doing this we are enabling our energy to flow, which will allow for a stronger fifth dimensional Light to be distributed around the planet.

If we worry and stress about all the chaos and madness going on simultaneously, this only diminishes the strength of our fifth dimensional Light, which is used to build the New Earth, and at the same time, protect the planet from the darker energies.

So by focusing on ourselves, and having the attitude that all is taken care of and all is complete, we are doing the greatest good that we came here to do.

That might sound selfish, but this is how we stay strong and focused, and stand tall and let our natural abilities as Lightworkers accomplish the most good.

We should not feel guilty about being concerned about ourselves and taking care of ourselves first. This is what we came here to do.”

Our writer recently channeled another message from another spirit guide, who offered almost the exact same message.

And she has pondered the point about guilt, as she and so many others were raised with the idea that “It is better to give than to receive,” which is a mistranslation of the text that has led to many misunderstandings of the original teaching.

It is of course possible to understand that this is a misteaching, and not a solid Truth for Light Bearers at this time.

Yet the subconscious is powerful.

Many still carry the feeling that they owe it to their fellow humans to give to the point of imbalanced overgiving, because it is for one thing difficult to see others suffer, and for another, hard to shake off centuries of learned self-negation.

We would say that this is indeed a time when many look out onto the world and see many in despair, weighted by experiences of hunger, homelessness, and unemployment, of illness or environmental destruction, and other dense situations.

And it is very easy to move from a moment of viewing those circumstances to feeling the compulsion to save or rescue those in difficulty.

And certainly, to help out here or there with solid advice, financial contribution, a meal, or smile or kind word of encouragement—all of that is a beautiful moment of connection with another.

In that moment you are sharing something.

They have blessed you with the chance to give, and you have blessed them with the chance to receive.

You are not fooling yourself that you are taking away their pain in any complete way.

And yet—your kindness reassures them that they are worthy to receive, and are gathering to them the tools and resources needed to stand on their own, to be well again or housed or employed again, to believe in themselves and their life path again.

A beautiful thing indeed!

And you yourself have realized that you are also Abundant; that you have plenty to give and plenty to feel wonderful about.

This is especially true when you are not feeling particularly Abundant, and for example, decide to give regularly 10 percent of all the money that comes to you as a gift and encouragement to a group or individual that inspires you with their work.

That number of 10 being the number of increase, you then bless your own situation—your income, your health, your relationships, and more—with the steady outflow of money that is simply a form of life energy.

The imbalance comes from the belief that giving should be compulsive or come from a need to rescue another.

We would agree with the channelings above, that the rescue idea, based on the victim/savior paradigm, is an idea whose time has well passed.

It is a belief based in scarcity teachings, and on self-denial, that says, “Others are more valuable than me. More worthy of Joy and fulfillment, while I am worthy of self-sacrifice.”

This is a strange and demanding time to be on the planet, and so you will need to watch your emotional and mental vibration, friends, as well as your etheric vibration, so that you do not shift either into despair or into “rescue mode.”

You can avoid that by sending higher Light to any person or place that appears to be suffering now, such as to the populations of California facing extreme fires, among other western states.

Send Light to their people, trees and wildlife, their homes, schools, and hospitals.

Send Light to the people of Beirut and their whole country of Lebanon as they rebuild themselves after disaster.

Send Light to those who are ill, or fearful for a loved one who is ill.

Light to those afraid of becoming unemployed, or who have done so, and are not receiving adequate income.

Light to those not able to make their rent or mortgage, or pay for health insurance.

Certainly you do not have the outer resources to make all this, and all of Earth’s other pains and challenges, suddenly fade away.

Yet you can envision all of these situations solved, just as you can envision NESARA Law fully enacted, and all persons living in Abundant and fulfilling circumstances.

You are correct if you are thinking that all will not be ironed out overnight.

Yet know that were you in the etheric, viewing Earth from the distance of being no longer in physical life, you would do no less.

You would not have the luxury of “rescuing” others, and would have to work with them energetically, as they were open to such, in order to assist them.

Recall from deep within you your complete confidence in energetic solutions that find their way outward to physical ones, and draw on that experience.

Assisted by your spirit guides and higher self, you are perfectly suited to help to transform your world, yet in ways that simply empower and encourage others, rather than take them off of their path.

The time to look for saviors and rescuers is well over, friends.

You have come in to learn how to love and trust yourselves and your own higher instincts. You lead the way in that path, as in so many others.

And so allow that particular kind of Joy and relief from heavy burdens, by letting go of that which is not yours to carry.

Care about others, most assuredly.

Yet grant that they are powerful enough (perhaps, far more so than you!) to create their own solutions, and that your love for them points that out, with complete confidence in all they are able to transform.

Namaste, friends! So much Joy awaits you, and begins to unfold for you now.

We are with you, always.

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ash-clarington · 3 years

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WHO: Ash & Dani ( @daniharperdominant ) WHEN: after that one fight // end of December after the crash WHAT: separate paras in the vein of comfort. WARNINGS: ??? why do I refuse to post things ffs

OCTOBER;

Ash hesitated before kneeling at Dani's door. It wasn't that, not tonight, but Ash was conflicted within herself as it was and she felt too out of control already to do anything but play it safe. She wasn't sure what Dani would have wanted and the last time she had gotten it wrong. The submissive knocked and crossed her arms, holding herself in. It'd been an eventful day.

Dani was still processing everything she'd heard about the fight, and wondering what on Earth might have possessed Ash to go after someone that way. All she knew was that it wouldn't have happened without some serious provocation, and if Ash wanted to share more than that she could. Hearing the knock, she opened the suite door to find Ash kneeling there. "Good girl. Stand up and come in, please. There is a fluffy pair of pajamas and a robe on my couch, if you'd like to go change before we get settled."

The pajamas were a nice offer but, Ash wouldn't be caught dead in them. She did however accept the robe with a nod and took herself into the bathroom to change and wash her face. She hadn't stopped back at her room, unsure if there was a possibility of running into Odette. Ash stripped down to her underclothes and ran cool water for a moment over bruised knuckles before washing up and pulling on the robe, cinching it at the waist. "Thank you for letting me come by, Miss." She said once she'd returned. "You weren't doing anything festive tonight?"

Dani watched as Ash took the robe and left the pajamas, and she folded them with a quiet smile to be put back in her closet later. Anything that she offered was only to be accepted if Ash wanted it, and it didn't hurt her feelings either way. As she busied herself in the washroom Dani grabbed a couple of waters and a small snack in case Ash hadn't eaten all day. "You're welcome, Ash - it's honestly my pleasure. And no, no parties tonight - I always find it gets a little crazier than I'd like."

Ash sat and exhaled, forcing herself to relax. She liked spending time with Dani, or at least, it wasn't any work and the Dominant never really demanded much from her. "Do you want me to tell you what happened?" She asked, already knowing what Dani would say. Some part of her felt like she owed an explanation, to shake off the way it sounded. The question became rhetoric when Ash rolled her eyes at herself and began telling Dani anyway. "I have this box of things from what feels like... a past life and I was, I'd been wanting to..." Her brow furrowed and she started again. "Odette took a ring from me, I don't know why. I didn't... I didn't even ask." She said, the thought only just occurring to her. " Ever since she got here it's really always been something and today I just, lost it." Ash took a breath and wiped her cheeks, annoyed with another wave of tears after already washing her face.

Dani had found, since getting her mark, that being a good Dominant sometimes required the ability to simply be quiet. Any idiot - as Lottie had proved - could bark out orders and pretend to be a Dominant. It took the ability to actually listen to really be one. So when Ash asked her question, Dani simply waited for her to choose - and choose she did, finally opening up. When the tears splashed her cheeks, Dani resisted the urge to reach for her. Comfort, like anything else, was something Ash needed to decide if she wanted. "I'm going to make a couple of assumptions," she said softly, "and you can tell me if I'm wrong. I assume that this ring has sentimental value, as part of that past life. I'm also going to assume that she never asked for your permission to touch her things." Dani paused for a moment. "I obviously shouldn't condone assault. But I've had people try to take my things, and I won't lie and say I never fought them. So I can't condemn what you did, Ash." Dani worried at her lip. "If you're here for condemnation from me, you won't get it. Because I won't."

Ash tipped her head, a crooked smile aimed in Dani's direction. "I'm not." She promised. She took a deep breath, drying once more at her cheeks, this time with the sleeve of the soft robe. "The Dean will be issuing a punishment and... I'm upset enough with myself, I don't need to convince anyone else to be." The exhaustion of the day and flip flop between emotions had Ash drained. On top of that she had grown comfortable with Dani. From the time they'd spent together in the Dominant's room to all the time they'd been sharing on the roof while Ash was escaping and avoiding her own room. It accumulated to the submissive's walls being down, and honesty came easy. Ash almost laughed. "After all that, i'm still just avoiding the box from the closet." She distracted herself playing with the end of the robe's tie. "I didn't want to go back to the room and I wasn't sure... where she'd be exactly. I never asked."

Dani nodded. "That makes sense. And I'm sure you've got this taken care of, but I'll say it anyway - if you need somewhere to go after your punishment, you know that my door's always open for you." Aftercare, she hoped, would be provided by whoever was responsible for the punishment, but she still needed to be sure that Ash had a safe place to go - especially given what she said next about her room. "That makes perfect sense - both parts. You're welcome to stay here with me for as long as you need, and if you need someone to walk you back to your room to collect your things I'm here for that too."

Dani being openly warm with her was not helping her emotional state. It seemed every time she began pulling herself back together the Dominant tugged at a particular string just a bit and it made her eyes water again. Defiantly, Ash looked up at the ceiling and bit her lip, forbidding a single tear more to fall. "I appreciate that, Miss." She sighed and shifted, moving to lay her head in Dani's lap, dark curls spilling in all directions. "Are you like this with everyone?" Ash found herself asking out loud, a thought she had only just pondered as she'd gotten comfortable that made it past her lips unchecked.

There was no missing the way Ash's eyes watered, but Dani wasn't going to point it out or draw attention to it in any way. "Of course, Ash. It's my pleasure, and I want to know that you have somewhere safe to go. Once the submissive's head was in her lap Dani's fingers began to work gently through her hair. "I would like to think so," she replied softly. "I try to treat everyone the way they deserve to be treated. But I won't lie, I do enjoy spending time with you."

The words sent a shiver up Ash's spine in a chilling way, something she felt she should shake off but the submissive let them settle instead. She closed her eyes against the feeling of fingers through her hair and the weight of her exhaustion seemed to double the more she relaxed. "I'll need to be back to my room in the early morning to pack. Before curfew lifts." Ash said, allowing herself to be lulled. "New room assignment." She left out the part about how she should be there now, how she was meant to be ready to move first thing. "If you don't mind ordering me back tonight so, I don't have to wake you?"

"I'm very glad that they gave you a new room assignment. You don't need to be in there with someone you can't trust to stay out of your personal effects." The weight of Ash's head felt right in her lap, and she was content to stay there just as long as the submissive was comfortable with her. "Of course I don't mind. I'd be happy to give you orders as long as you're good to receive them from me." She didn't toss around random orders, and had virtually never given anyone orders they weren't already expecting.

REASSURANCE;

It took a while for Ash to find a position that was the least uncomfortable but she was glad to be out from under her sisters watch. More specifically she was glad to be in the Dominant’s space. Dani had a calm about her and the two of them had built up a quiet trust between them that Ash allowed herself to indulge in every now and then. The submissive shifted carefully again to bring herself a little closer to Dani, seeking more contact between them. Absently Ash toyed her fingers at the Domme’s wrist and up her arm. They’d been laying that way for about an hour and Ash was on the cusp of falling asleep but she was fighting it. Frustrated with sleeping the days away and stubbornly determined to keep her time with Dani. “No more beer on the roof.” She said, the thought coming to her mind slowly. Ash lifted her eyes to Dani’s then buried herself in deeper, ignoring the deep ache her movements caused. “What a shame.”

If she were pressed on the subject, Dani would have confessed to pride that Ash trusted her. It wasn't a commodity that anyone gave out easily, and that seemed doubly true with Ash - which made Dani doubly proud to receive it. Once they'd climbed into bed she stayed back just a little, letting the submissive try to find a position that wouldn't cause her any pain before gently sidling closer and laying an arm across her. Once they'd settled they stayed close, just taking the quiet time to relax and giving Ash, hopefully, a place to recuperate a little where she wasn't being watched over by her sister. The little touches brought a smile to Dani's face, and when Ash spoke up she nodded. "It really is. I enjoyed those nights a lot: I'm still okay doing them without beer, but it's up to you if it still feels worth it."

“I’ll still be frequenting for cigarettes.” She replied, agreeing without directly doing so. Even there tucked away against Dani, in her bed, Ash wouldn’t admit completely how much she enjoyed their time together. On the roof of course was different than the quiet close comfort the Domme was so good at providing and Ash had been craving it enough to not be concerned with how she was being perceived. The truth was the longer they lay together the farther Ash felt herself sink into her thoughts, calm and safe enough to think the week over a few times and it was making her chest tight and tongue taste metallic. The submissive took hold of the end of Dani’s shirt, looking for a way to ground herself. “It’d be worth it.”

"That works out well, then. I'll be up there just enjoying the view and the company." Dani kept her words casual, but they were still carefully chosen. She wasn't pushing Ash into anything, and their rendezvous wouldn't be scheduled or the like; just something that happened when it happened. When she felt the grip on her shirt, though, she moved one hand to rub slowly up and down Dani's side. They didn't have to talk about it, but she was there to provide any comfort they could. "I agree," she nodded. "Definitely worth it."

"You're not upset?" Ash found herself asking, her eyes trained on Dani's collar bones peeking out from beneath her shirt collar long enough to give in to reaching up to touch them. Fingertips barely grazing over warm soft skin. "About the new rules." She clarified, not wanting Dani to get confused and think Ash had meant upset with her specifically. She wasn't prepared for more people to be disappointed in her, least of all Dani. She'd gotten enough from her siblings for getting herself into the situation, neglecting being responsible, whatever it was. Typically she didn't care for their opinion but something about it was bothering her. Not to mention the fact that she was very specifically told by her father not to come home for any holidays. As if she'd been planning to anyway. Ash took her hand away to tuck under her own face and she chanced a glance at the Domme's expression, searching for anything Dani might not say out loud.

Dani was silent for a moment, knowing her answer walked a thin like between honesty and risking upsetting Ash any further. Her hand never slowed or stopped, though, still rubbing her side gently. "Not upset, exactly. I think it's unfortunate, and I also think it's a rule that's going to get a lot of people in trouble, because we're all adults and some people are going to want their alcohol that much. But I understand what they're thinking, at least, even if I don't agree with basing a decision this big on a single incident."

Ash gave a slight wince when Dani touched on a particularly tender spot but she hid it by readjusting and allowing her hair to curtain over part of her face, not wanting her to stop. "Maybe it is only temporary." She tried, a thought she'd used for her own self soothing over the past few days. "I shouldn't have..." Ash paused, swallowing a sudden lump in her throat to ensure she could trust her voice from betraying the exterior she'd been attempting to maintain. "I shouldn't have gotten in the car. I really thought she'd--she usually has things under control." Ash turned away, carefully settling most of her weight into her hip so she could curl herself into the little spoon without hurting her healing ribs. "I wasn't thinking."

Dani adjusted herself just a little as Ash spooned into her, which gave her a chance to think over what she wanted to say. "That's possible. And I think it would be smarter for them to make it only temporary, but I don't know what they're thinking or what they've got in mind for the future. We'll just have to see." She immediately shook her head at what Ash had to say about the crash, however. "It's not your fault. None of this is. You were out having a good time, and the minute she sat behind the wheel of the car she took responsibility for getting you home safely. It infuriates me that she let you down, and that the only thing keeping," Dani swallowed some of her anger, keeping her voice in check. "That the only thing keeping you from being gone today was you being smart enough to put your seatbelt on. This was not your fault. None of it."

Ash closed her eyes against Dani's words, trying to hear them. It didn't count because Ash expected it from Dani, she'd said the same thing when she'd had her outburst on campus. She may have gone there anticipating hearing it, or hoping. She exhaled slowly and relaxed into Dani further. Her exhaustion just from making the journey to the Dominant's room and the short walk she'd managed to sneak earlier in the day was catching up to her. More than she could keep successfully suppressing. Ash didn't bother to open her eyes again and though she nodded it was more in acknowledgment that she'd heard Dani, not that she entirely agreed. This time Ash knew the Domme was alone in that thought. Max may have been driving but it had been made very clear to her by the school and the people closest to her that she certainly played her part. "Thanks for letting me over, Miss."

There wasn't any mistaking the exhaustion in Ash's posture, or the way that she seemed to be sinking toward unconsciousness. And that was just fine with Dani; if she could help the submissive get some proper rest, the kind that healed and felt safe and warm, then she wanted that. "You're welcome, Ash. You're welcome anytime." Reaching out with the hand that wasn't under Ash, Dani turned off her bedside lamp. The room wasn't completely dark, but it was dark enough for rest, and she laid her arm back over Ash's middle very gently. Resting wasn't going to be made an order, but Dani did hope it would come.

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Match up ^o^

May I request a Match up, please?

I’m at the part when I have to choose a route and I honestly don’t know/care. So I decided why not let some lovely internet stranger choose for me? Who do you think I would pair the best with?

I also noticed how much effort and detail you put into these so I decided that it was only fair to try to put in just as much effort in requesting. Or maybe I am just extremely vain so blabbering on this much about myself comes naturally (I also wouldn’t be too suprised if this were the case lol). Either way, I apologise for this getting so long. And without further ado, let’s learn about yours truly. Uh, yay?

I will start with my physical appearance because that’s easiest.

First of all, I am rather tall for a woman. Pair that with the fact that I constantly wear boots with 8 centimetre or greater heels and I almost always cap out somewhere above 182 centimetres (that’s 6 feet in American). So yes. I’m not exactly the approachable type, on the account of my height and near constant resting bitch face. I always look pissed off at something (and to be fair, I usually am).

I am a brunette with boring brown eyes. Nothing of note there.

I prefer to walk on my toes, for whatever reason. I also have great posture when I walk and these two factors always make it seem like I am floating. I’ve been told that I always seem very confident and self-assured. Which is complete bullshit because 90% of the time, I am winging it.

I am a dancer (of sorts. More on that later), so I am rather slim and toned. This is literally the only aspect of my physicality that I am actually confident in. The rest of me can burn in hell for all I care.

I am also very touch adverse. I hate the feeling of skin touching my skin it grosses me touch. However. There are a select few people in this world that I accept and enjoy hugs and cuddles from (and who I could snuggle with for hours). If I let anyone cuddle me that means I trust said person unconditionally and feel extremely comfortable around them. It’s essentially the ultimate statement of trust.

Onto personality.

If you can’t already tell, I have about as much dignity as a wet cat. I while I certainly do have an ego, it can be kind of difficult to bruise. Publically, I am absolutely shameless and don’t give two shits about what others think.

I have a tongue of steel and can rapid fire the most atrocious insults and comebacks when provoked. I’m known for my venomous sarcasm and biting wit among my own circles. I have a line for nearly every single situation so one-liners have become my thing. Which works out for me because I am a huge flirt.

I’ll flirt with pretty much anyone regardless of gender, I don’t give a crap. To clarify, it’s not because I am an attention whore (okay, yes. I am a complete attention whore), it’s because I am a theatre kid so excessive eye contact and sexual jokes are kinda where I thrive. I am also not afraid to get questionably lascivious with my flirting if someone tries to out-pace me. I never blush, I never falter, and I never let anyone know that they got the better of me. It shows weakness.

Despite my salacious façade, I am not inherently a sexual person. As a matter of fact, I am quite the opposite. I don’t experience sexual attraction (kudos to my asexual humans. I see you). This has rendered me practically immune to all charm, crushes, and sex appeal. It makes my life a lot easier, in my opinion. I don’t get too attached. I also enjoy messing around with the egos of fuck boys.

As mentioned earlier, I am an attention whore. I love showing off because I crave validation (this could point to some deep seated insecurities about myself that I refuse to acknowledge…. Ahem). Being on stage as where I thrive. And yes, I am a dancer, as I stated earlier. But I am not your conventional prissy ballerina. I am a circus performer. More specifically, I’m an aerialist. I have covered trapeze, contortion (I am unnaturally flexible), lyra, and silks. It’s a lot of fun almost dying every day and finding bruises in the most questionable places (if you cant already tell, I am an adrenaline junkie. I took karate for the first dozen or so years of my life and have recently been searching for more weapons combat classes because apparently I don’t have enough bruises already).

I am not easily impressed. And I don’t give out compliments very often. And that includes myself. I can be unnecessarily hard on myself at times… most of the time. But then again, who isn’t?

As for the side of me that isn’t stark-raving mad, I am usually a pretty objective person. While I have no qualms with discussing emotions (both mine and friend’s. I am a great listener and actually give pretty good advice when it comes to dealing with intense emotions). I tend to avoid letting them interfere with my logic. I look down on those who allow their emotions to dictate their actions. It makes them needlessly reckless.

I am typically a pretty chill person. When I am among people I am unfamiliar with, I tend to stay quiet and try not to rock the boat too much (again, I won’t hesitate to unleash a severe tongue lashing upon any poor soul who happens to rub me the wrong way… Or just happens to exist. I don’t take shit from other people and I hate it when others try to control me. (I don’t play rough, I play smart).

I really enjoy reading, writing, or drawing quietly. I can’t stand loud and excessive noises or people (parties, screaming, concerts). I am a true extroverted introvert. I love being the center of attention and chatting, but I need my alone time. People are exhausting to deal with.

Because of my aversion to loud sounds, I tend to avoid typical dance parties like the plague. While I am very good with mingling and partying in general, I can only keep it up in short bursts before I have to retreat somewhere quiet. This is also the reason I greatly prefer the nighttime (if I had a choice I would sleep all day and only frolick around at night. I just love the dark. It’s comforting in a weird way). I also love the night because that’s when I get to sleep and just peace out on life. It’s kinda like non-committal dying.

I am near constantly on hyper-alert so I am not easily startled. When I do get startled, I have a tendency to squeak, yelp or growl. These noses are purely reactionary sounds but for whatever reason, my friends think that they are absolutely adorable and will go to great lengths to startle me just to hear me make them.

To counteract my friend’s malevolence, I have learnt to be super observant, especially when I feel threatened. Usually, I am caught up on my own world and thoughts. I have an imagination so powerful that I can trick my brain into feeling false sensations such as an extra limb or falling. I much prefer to spend my time in my head rather than our boring reality. But if I feel threatened, or think that another attack is imminent, I instantly become hyper aware. These moments of lucidity enable me to make certain observations others would otherwise be overlooked (for example. I was able to tell when my professor lost her wedding ring due to the discoloration around her ring finger and the habitual and near-constant worrying she did at it. I offered to help her look after class ^.^. I admittedly felt kinda smug when I saw her surprise.) Ironically enough, I like to refer to this mode of thinking as “Sherlocking”. I can be quite the detective when I really try. 9 out of 10 times my friends will come to me when they suspect infidelity, I am pretty good at digging up dirt.

However, I have to make the conscious decision to do this, usually when I am trying to figure someone out or manipulate them into liking me. So this isn’t constant and usually I go about my day like everyone else, blissfully unaware of my surroundings.

Uhh, there is probably more I could cover but this is getting very long as-is and you are probably forcing yourself to get through my seemingly eternal ramblings. So I am going to stop here and go grab myself some food.

Best of luck to you,

-November

Hi there love!<3 you sound like such a cool interesting person! ^_^ Hehehe I probs took so long with this match up that you already chose a new route lol! Anyways thanx for waiting soooooo long for this and I hope ya enjoy it love ^0^ ^_^

I match you with……………………… Masamune

Honestly, it was between Masamune and Mitsuhide for me lol but i eventually decided to go with Masamune

The first time Masamune sees you, his eyes go wide in awe, like wow you are one tall fine lady! He has legit never met anyone so tall. After you were named as chatelaine, you stayed behind with some of the warlords to chat and get to know them better, you are after all going to be seeing their faces every day for the next 3 months.

Right of the bat, Masamune is howling in laughter at the fact that you are way taller than Ieyasu. You, Masamune and Mitsuhide basically tease the poor porcupine for a solid 20 minutes. “My my I never expected such a scary-looking little mouse to be so bubbly and friendly.”

Oooh, this boy just stared a war of wits. Today day was a good day cause your tongue of steel was rapidly firing witty words and sarcastic remarks at the resident kitsune. He almost couldn’t keep up, almost. Masamune was just standing there watching the whole scene unfold, you truly were going to be a lot of fun! Masamune decided to test out that tongue of steel of your and started firing some flirty pick-up line, while unbeknown to him you are the queen of one-liners, and have no shame when it comes lascivious flirting. Masamune, of course, never backs down from a challenge, and he was determined to make you blush. The conversation got so heated that it made even Hideyoshi blush on your behalf. You simply laughed and fired another one of your pick-up lines.

After the little chat in the hallway and a massive speech from mama bear for talking about things that were not PG13, cause of the kids *cough* Mitsunari *cough*, you and Masamune become quick friends. He had never met a woman before that was immune to his boyish wild charm, and handsome sexual appeal. Masamune was definitely popular with the woman, not as popular as Hideyoshi, but he was definitely a fuckboi. As surprised as he was, that his normal antics didn't work on you, his ego wasn’t dented one bit, it just made him more determined to get to know you.

Masamune definitely finds your flirtatious nature attractive, especially when you managed to score the two of you free sweet bun just by flirting with the shop owner, he was, even more, shook when the shop owner was a woman, your flirtation truly knows no bounds. The two of you would spend loads of time together, just going out for tea and sweets while getting to know each other. TBH although Masamune would never admit it, he found it refreshing that you weren't just his friend simply cause he was hot or cause you wanted to climb in stations but because you actually liked him as a person. You and Masamune definitely made an unstoppable team when it came to banquets. The two of you would team up and start teasing everyone there. When you two cuties are together its always a good time with loads of laughter and banter

Masamune discovered that you like him, was an adrenaline junkie. He loved that he finally had someone around that would do stupid shit with him just for the thrill of it. The two of you would go out on adventures 24/7 jumping down waterfalls and hiking up cliffs. The two of you goofball would also dare each other to do the craziest shit. Like one-time Masamune dared you to jump off the castle’s roof onto your balcony, and you freaken did it, no questions asked. Or like the one time you dared him to put his head in Shogetsu mouth, mind you the little cub was now grown into a full-blown tiger

One day you and Masa went to go watch one of Mitsuhide’s undercover performances. The three of you were investigating a shady daimyo in one of the nearby provinces. The three of you disguised yourselves as performers and joined a circus troop as their new dancers. You were so excited, the stage is where you truly come alive. You had promised Masa to show him something that would shock/surprise him after he gave you the grand tour of Azuchi. Today was the day, you had kept your dance and performances a secret from the two men, and now it was finally time to show them what you can do. You had 3 different performances planned. The first one was contortion. To say Masamune was shook would be an understatement he never knew anyone could be so freaken flexible, like wow. Your next performance was aerial dancing, his blue eye gleamed in delight, watching you move through the air so gracefully. If he wasn’t sure before he was sure now, this boy loved ya. But what really took his breath away was when you trapezed through the air, he was absolutely mesmerized at the way you flew through the air doing back-flips and other cool ass tricks. Masamune loved the look of pure joy on your face as you performed and after the show, you explained to him that you were a theatre kid back in the past. Mitsuhide definitely took note of your skills, and since that day you now accompanied him on most missions that required him to disguise himself as a performer.

Masamune loved everything about you at this point. Your overdramatic introvert/extrovert personality. The way you walked. Gosh, he loved the way you walked, it looked like you were an angel floating around wherever you went. He loved your banter and one-liner for every situation. And most of all he loved your hyper-alert side. Boy did he love to come up behind you to scare the crap outta you just so he could hear you squeak, yelp or growl. Like he lived for those adorably cute noises. And you somewhere along the line had fallen in love with the big idiot. He was always coming up with new fun adventures to go on or new fun things to do. He was one of those few people that could actually keep up with your banter

What was he most impressed with you may ask, well you Sherlocking skills of course. One day there were rumours of some super shady daimyos visiting Azuchi. Word on the street was that they were planning on stealing Mitsunari report to make the poor angel look bad. Mitsuhide was away sorting out some other plots and schemes, so it was now up to you to use your skills, to save the angel. You used your detective skill to gather evidence, and since your inner circle knew you were from the future, you were planning on catching them in the act and filming them for evidence. Masamune was always up for an adventure, so he acted as you own personal Watson. The two of you hid while watching the whole scene unfold, once they left the room the two of you came out. “What do you think they are going to do with the report lass,” he asked while his blue eye gleamed in delight. “Hmmmmm, I believe they are going to burn the evidence in the forest” you replied in your best British accent. Masamune couldn’t help but laugh. The two of you made your way to a secluded part of the forest and spotted them making a fire. Masamune looked at you curiously “How did you know they were going to be in this exact spot.” “Elementary, my dear Masamune.” He couldn’t help but burst out in laughter you really were a super fun kitten. Unfortunately for the two of you, they heard you guys laughing behind the trees and before you knew it, the two of you were surrounded. One of the men had a sword right at your throat ready to cut you open, that is when you shocked them by not backing down from the fight, you hit the sword away with one of your own gifted to you by your dearest one-eyed dragon. “ Point that sword at me one more time and i’ll slash your Achilles’ tendons, and TBH given the medicine situation of this time, no one would know how to fix your injury, so I hope you like hobbling around on one leg for the rest of your life cause that is what will happen.” These men were shook; meanwhile, Masa was next to you howling in laughter, “She’s not joking boys, this lass delivers on her threats.” You had never seen grown men run away from a fight so fast. You and Masamune picked up Mitsunari’s report that had fallen on the ground during the commotion and walked back hand in hand

You didn’t really like skin touching skin, but TBH you definitely like the warm feeling of Masamune’s hand warmed around yours. The two of you had come to fall in love with each other, and it wasn’t long before you two cuties entered into a relationship. Despite both of you being adrenaline junkies, both of you also loved your quiet times. Often you would sit together in his manor each doing your own thing. You would read and write, and Masamune would sit at his desk pretending to work (Cause admin is so freaken boring).

The two of you would have the best time together during banquets you loved being the centre of attention and would chat with everyone, but as the night would progress you would start feeling a bit drained and that’s when the one-eyed dragon would swoop in, pick you up and takes you to a quiet corner where the two of you cuddle and snuggle together.

He would spoil you rotten with the most amazing food, he would basically, cook anything your heart desires just to see that beautiful smile on your face. His heart would always burst with affection whenever he cuddles and kiss you, he knew that the fact that you allowed him to cuddle you was the ultimate statement of trust between the two of you.

Often the two of you cuties can be found causing mischief and giving Mamayoshi more grey hairs or cuddled together sharing stories of your day

Other potential matches............... Mitsuhide

Hope u enjoyed it dear @november-solarstorms

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Homer’s Enemy: Reality Meets the Simpsons

I should probably confess right upfront that I have not been a regular watcher of the Simpsons for quite a long time. As in, since the early 2000s. I felt that needed to be said straight away because the most common thing said about the show nowadays is the now-tired statement of "it's been on too long". Whether or not that's true is for those who've actually been keeping up for the show all this time to decide, rather than someone who stopped way back at the turn of the millennium. Having said that though, I will freely admit that the show's run during the time I personally watched it, back during the supposed heyday of the 90s, was filled with episodes that I really enjoyed. And that brings us neatly onto the episode that I wanted to talk about today, the twenty-third episode of the eight season, Homer's Enemy. This is an episode that I've always had a peculiar relationship with, as it's one that, in all honesty, I never really enjoyed all that much. Oh, it had plenty of good stuff in it, as I'll be discussing shortly, but when it comes to Simpsons episodes that I actively seek out to re-watch, this one ranks pretty far down the list.

Despite that somewhat negative feeling towards it though, Homer's Enemy is an episode I often found myself thinking about whenever the subject of the Simpsons came up. In total I'd only watched it a handful of times, and yet my mind would always conjure it up whenever the show was just generally on my mind. It was more a fascination with it than anything else, that there was something buried in its makeup that just kept drawing me to it despite the fact that it's one of the least-entertaining episode that this show ever gave me. After a while though, I finally decided to just sit down and watch it again, almost fifteen years since my last viewing of it, to just try and get to the bottom of why the story had such a draw for me. And having finally really looked at it, I began to understand why it was so stand-out. It wasn't that I thought it had the best writing, the best jokes or anything like that. It was that I finally realized what this episode was trying to do. This was a story that took the often-bizarre town of Springfield, and all the odd residents, including our titular family, and asked the question; "What if we put a real person in here?"

So the basic premise of this episode, for those who haven't actually seen it, is that Mr Burns, Homer's often-villainous boss, decides to hire a new worker to the power plant, and the guy he hires is Frank Grimes, a man who has had a fairly difficult journey to get to where he is today. Once there, despite his hard work ethic, he winds up bumping against Homer and, as a result, gets blamed for a lot of what Homer was responsible for. This, as the episode's title probably gave away, leads to Frank openly declaring himself to be Homer's enemy. Things get even worse when, after Homer attempts to smooth things out with Frank, it only serves to show the latter how good Homer's life has been despite his general lazy and unintelligent ways, infuriating Frank and strengthening his desire to be his enemy. Things eventually come to a head when, after failing to publicly expose Homer for his ways, Frank just snaps, finding this place to be completely nonsensical, to the point where he inadvertently causes his own death. And at his funeral, Homer's antics cause the whole affair to descend into group laughter.

After all that you can probably tell from the synopsis that Frank Grimes is the "real person" that I mentioned earlier. A character designed from the ground up to be as realistic as possible when it comes to his reactions and interactions with the rest of the Simpsons cast. And if that was indeed the intent behind both him and the episode, then what we have here is a story that is directly telling us that, if any one of us were to actually meet these people, we wouldn't be able to stand them. From moment one, this cast, and Homer especially, cause nothing but grief for Frank, who himself has had a very difficult life prior to arriving in Springfield, having been not only been abandoned as a child but having also suffered a number of other hardships. But despite all that, and despite all the worries that get heaped onto him after starting work at the plant, few if any seem to regard him with any kind of respect. His hardworking attitude is often dismissed and he's made to take the blame for the irresponsible actions of others. In short, he's actually one of the most sympathetic people the show gave us in its early years, and we feel his frustrations right along with him.

Put all this together and you're left with what is, quite possibly, the most cynical episode of the entire show, at least as far as the era when I was regularly watching it. It's a story whose general stance is that hard work and dedication earn you nothing and that the ones who don't have those qualities will be met with success, as well as being able to avoid the consequences of their actions. Now I'm not so naïve as to believe this isn't actually the case in a lot of real world circumstances, but given the more jovial tone the show normally takes, having this sort of thing play out just makes the whole thing stick out like a sore thump. Suddenly, instead of seeing Homer as this source of comedy, we see him in a light far more negative than we're used to seeing him in. In fact so oblivious is he to Frank's position on the matter that he doesn't even bother to stay awake during the latter's funeral. It is, without question, the most insensitive and unlikeable that Homer has ever been. And that really is a big reason why this episode has stuck with me over the years. It's all the same jokes and antics we're used to, but seen through the eyes of someone for whom it brings nothing but grievance.

And it's a point made all the more bitter when you consider that the episode has a very confused position on who its antagonist is supposed to be. Because while Homer is undoubtedly the one largely responsible for Frank having the hard time that he does, he never actually does any action out of anything but simple negligence and ignorance. He's responsible, yes, but nothing he does is done with any bad intent towards Frank or anybody else, though that certainly doesn't excuse him. Now Frank, by contrast, actually does do something out of malicious intent in this story. Granted, it's only after all the other hardships have hit him, but when he plans to humiliate Homer it's done with a clear plan to do something bad to another person. Frank only does one bad thing in the entire story, yet the way the episode is framed and told we're clearly meant to see him as the bad guy because that bad thing was something he wanted to see happen. So on one side we have a guy who causes the majority of problems with no desire to do so versus someone driven to do something wrong and actively tries to make it happen. It's a very muddy matter that contributes to the overall feel of the episode that has caused it to be so memorable.

Now, Homer's Enemy is one of those episodes that's often regarded as one of the overall best of the show, frequently appearing in top ten lists and the like. And despite the overwhelmingly negative way that I've been talking about it, I can't argue with its inclusion in such things. The writing, the acting, the memorable one-off character and even the idea behind the episode are all great and executed damn-near perfectly. Objectively speaking, this is a good episode, perhaps even a great one. Yet that does not ever change the fact that it is one of the more unpleasant episodes for me to sit through. The uncaring way the cast acts towards this one guy continue to come across as, if not actively harmful, then at least numb to his side of things. In fact, the episode's side-story, that of Bart having a big thing happen to him in the form of owning a factory and then escaping consequence as it totally collapses, is pretty much a microcosm of the problems Frank has with Homer. A maddening situation that is just shrugged off by the person involved despite the monumental thing that has happened. As I said, this story is one of reality coming against this established world and characters, but just because an idea like that is interesting, and even a worthwhile experiment to show, that won't always mean that it's going to leave a good taste in your mouth afterwards 😟

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A/N: Today was so painful. I swear I have bite marks in my soul from it. So on the way home, in an effort to distract myself, I wrote this. I’m not sure if it’s any good at all, but it kept me from falling apart on public transit. Please, enjoy. Word Count: 1.8k Disclaimer: I don’t own the GIF used or Stranger Things.

According to Billy, it was never the right time. Everyone always assumed you two would wind up together somehow, but then he moved to Indiana. He didn’t come back for a year and a half and, at that point, you were six months committed to a UCLA sophmore with a 4.0 GPA and a trust fund cushier than most feather pillows. You weren’t ready to jump into another relationship when things ended outside of your cultural anthropology exam. While Billy was eager to be almost anything to you beyond just a high school friend, he also didn’t just want to a rebound lay. For any other girl in any other room, he was content to be a nameless body, but you two had a different connection. It had been there dancing between you like light reflecting particles since junior high.

At a Bon Jovi concert that he only went to because you were going alone, it finally happened. Both outside taking a break after the lousy opening act, smoking and breathing in air that was polluted with screaming that rivaled the demons in both your heads. Billy was a man of few words, but you liked the easy silence he offered. You two stayed close to each other outside the arena doors, smoke twisting between your faces, and offering shy smiles after every inhale. “You’re shivering.” Billy pointed out the obvious and left his cigarette hanging between his teeth, quickly removing his jean jacket and offering it to you. “It’s okay.” You shrugged it away, tapping your cigarette as you did. He rolled his eyes at you though he wasn’t annoyed and stepped forward to force his practically uniform jacket over your shoulders. Billy took his smoke from his mouth, blowing his puff away from you, and then, as automatic as putting one foot in front of the other, leaned in and kissed you. It wasn’t feverish or ardent, it was just the simple kiss you give a partner you are one hundred percent yourself with. Billy felt your lashes flutter against his eyes and he moved back, unsure of himself suddenly. He spent so much time feeling as if you were his lover that he forgot in that moment. The simple act of keeping you warm had blinded him from reality. “That was really nice. Thank you.” Putting out your cigarette under the toes of your sandal, you calmed him down. He let out a small sigh of relief, deflating his tense chest, and smiled back instead of apologizing. Throughout the concert, you two quietly held hands or you stood in front of him with his hand on your side, just slightly invading your personal space. It was a glimpse of what everyone else saw for the two of you. It was just one evening of how it was supposed to be. To Billy, it was heaven. To you, it was the start. The path was clearly set out smooth and inviting for you both, but it was weeks until you saw one another again. It wasn’t until Sam Stone’s girlfriends birthday at their apartment that you saw Billy again. He was wearing a black eye like a badge of honor and was drunkenly hanging off a girl who proudly told you that she was ‘easy’ when waiting for the bathroom. It was as if the Bon Jovi concert never happened. As other great almosts started, you two just didn’t launch. Nothing bad happened, neither of you hurt the other, it just didn’t happen. You two passed by one another with longing stares, but kept moving along your separate roads. Billy seemed to be happy to bury himself in empty nights with girls that turned into jokes for him and you focused on earning your psychology degree, growing obsessed with the subject and trying to find a job in the field. Still, as if connected by the universe’s puppet wires, you two could not completely abandon each other. Billy always asked mutual friends how you were if you didn’t make it to a gathering while you lost yourself in effortless conversation with him whenever you did make it out to a party. Billy once drunkenly admitted that it never felt right leaving at the end of the night without you. When you dared him to do something about it, he recoiled and acted as if you hadn’t responded at all. You were panting when you walked out your lecture hall. It was as if you had just completed a triathlon. Your last exam had been written and, in two months, you would have your Psych B.A. Sparkling as they widened at the empty hallway stretched out before, you burst into laughter that caused you to throw your palms over your mouth. You had done it and all you wanted to do was call Billy and tell him. You wanted him to take you for drinks or dinner. You wanted him to pick you up and laugh with you in harmonious celebration. Instead, you bought yourself an old fashioned donut and ate it on the bus back to your apartment. Your roommate was out, working her serving gig, so you just whispered your good news to her hairy monster of a cat, Goodie. The note on your bedroom door did warm your heart though and keep your buzz alive. ‘You did it! Drinks tonight @ Monty’s. Everyone is coming - J.’ Congratulations were coming at you from every angle. The first person in your cord group to finish University, everyone felt proud of you (and a few, jealous). Billy didn’t say a word though. He was hunched over a pool table, beer resting on the edge, and half-engaged in a game. He had been there when you arrived and you expected him to be one of the first people to hug you and buy you a drink. You weren’t used to him ignoring you. When you did manage to catch him looking at you, he looked angry. In need of a break from attention and student loan jokes, you went outside and smoked by the parking meter that Billy’s car was sitting in front of. From your pocket, you fed it a dollar in quarters after noticing it was nearly out of time. You had seen him react poorly to a ticket before. It was natural for you to look out for him. You felt confident that he would have done the same for you. Shivering into yourself against the building’s gray brick wall, you saw the door open and Billy fumbled out - already lighting his cigarette. He smirked at the sight of you, but kept an unusual distance. With liquid courage clouding his better judgement, he spoke right as you tossed your smoke to the ground. This time the silence felt loaded and you were desperate to escape it. “You’re a big shot now.” His words trailed after his long exhale. “Do I have to start calling you doctor?” Thankfully, his question came with a smile. “Nope, not yet.” You really hadn’t decided yet if you were going to chase after a Ph.D. “Congratulations.” Finally, he said it and the grin that spread across your face as he did could have been spotted from blocks away. It was almost better than the degree that would soon be in your hands. Before you could thank him though, Billy started talking again. “I guess I really blew it now.” The corners of your mouth fell and made room for the perplexed expression that washed over your face quickly. “What are you talking about?” You wondered if this would explain why he was avoiding you all night. Under the orange glow of the street lights, the heavy sadness Billy was carrying around in his eyes was obvious. It held your attention as he groaned and started to talk, mostly to himself. “I barely had a chance in Hell with you before.” He pointed at your shoulder with the end of his cigarette and then put it back between his lips. “Now you’ve got a degree, you’re graduating…” He put so much effort in coming across as the most confident guy in the room, but Billy was a screaming and squirming ball of insecurities. He was a puzzle made of only edge pieces and there was no amount of psychological and clinical research you could do to understand him completely. His lack of self esteem would always leave you unsettled and frustrated. “I don’t know what the two have to do with one another.” You mumbled at him, sizing him from head to toe. He was drunk and he started taking off his coat, forcing it over your bare arms. “It’s just…” He took out his smoke and tried to explain himself while drawing it through the air. “You’re a fucking goddess and whenever I’m around you, I feel like we are the same,” The connection was one Billy had never felt with another human. He came close with his grandpa, but he died before Billy’s sixteenth birthday. “Then you leave and I feel like shit because I’m never going to be good enough.” “That isn’t true.” Almost offended, you scoffed right away. “Isn’t it? You have this fancy education and I’m working for Sam’s dad, measuring lumber.” “There’s integrity in everything, Billy. I don’t care what you do. It doesn’t change that you’re the only person I want to tell to when something good happens. Or you always know what to say when I’m upset. You don’t say what I want to hear ever, but it’s always right.” Sometimes, it was down right frustrating. “I’m not made for you, [Y/N/N]. Why do you think I take out the bitches I do?” He threw his cigarette toward the road and grumbled. “They’re nothing like you. I don’t deserve you.” “Only you think that.” “Everyone thinks that.” He told himself they did and he said it in his father’s voice. “I don’t. I think you should be with me!” It came out like a passionate plea. There was just enough time for you to take a breath before Billy’s eyes were pulling on your stare. “You’re the only person standing in the way of that.” You wondered before why you two hadn’t made it from friends to anything before, but now it was crystal clear. Billy closed the space between you both, lunging forward and pressing one hand onto the side of your face while the other snaked around to the back of your head. He kissed you as if he knew it was the last thing he would ever get a say in. He kissed you like he needed to, like he should have been doing every day for years. You kissed him back and, finally, the peanut gallery in Billy’s brain piped down. This is where he wanted to be. This is where you had fantasized being.

“Are you going to buy me a congratulations drink or what?” Your hands on his back as his one hand left your head to adjust your jacket, you asked and made Billy laugh. He pulled you close, glad to be able to touch you as he always felt inclined to, casually, but protective.

You two were no longer just familiar and friendly ships passing one another in the night, you were on the same boat, in the same strange sea, figuring out the depths together. While everyone knew it would happen one day, nobody could believe their eyes when you two walked in together, beaming with a hand on each other’s back. It was a long time coming, but it was how it was supposed to always be.

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hogwarts--imagines · 6 years

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Safety Pin

GIF NOT MINE

PICTURE BELOW IS MINE!

Bucky x Shy Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, No?

Request: Nope! This was my idea and it’s another one to write from my own mind instead of just requests. The reader is based off of myself with certain things. The reason why I did this is because the way I wanted this to go has a lot to do with my issues. As and explanation, I have hearing issues, I lost 80% of my hearing when I a child, my eardrum was replaced and I got 75% back and probably more. The issue now, I still struggle with hearing but it’s better and my speech tends to sound weird when I pronounce words or I stutter, so I tend to not talk to people because it’s a flaw of mine and it’s embarrassing.

Inspired by this song Safety Pin - 5SOS

Part 2

I was like Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds, except I didn’t have that bubbly personality and I didn’t dress with a bunch of colors. I was an experienced computer wiz, my software was created by me and I used it a lot to help the Avengers.

I joined them a year ago when I hacked into the SHIELDS system and saw they were headed into a danger zone. I sent a warning to all of their ear pieces, I used my AI to speak to them, muting FRIDAY.

Tony was determined to find me and he did eventually and they brought me in and I haven’t left since.

I had a hard time talking to them, I didn’t do well with talking to people in person, I had no confidence within myself. The reason was I had a hard time talking, I pronounced words weird or I would stutter. This was a defect I had when I lost half of my hearing at a young age. I gained it back through the years after having new eardrums, but the speech problems never left.

Clint figured this out and taught me more than basic sign language. The rest of the team knew sign language so it made talking easier. This broke the barrier of talking verbally with them, when I did, I spoke slowly in person, but over the comms it was easier.

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The day that the Winter Soldier was brought to the building, was probably the weirdest day for me. I was finally comfortable with talking to everyone. I could talk normal and if I messed up they would wait for me to repeat what I said and to finish. But when it came to him it was a whole other story.

I was sitting on the bar stool in the kitchen, from there I could see into the living room, from the balcony I could see the Quinjet land on the platform. I watched everyone walk in, I didn’t recognize the man that was with them.

I had a hobby that included drawing. I drew everything that was special to me or had a meaning to someone else in the Tower. Nobody saw my drawings but me. I was drawing Steve’s shield when I saw them land. Once they made their way into the living room and into the kitchen, I slammed my sketch book. I looked at Steve and Tony giving them a small smile.

“Y/n” Steve spoke up “This is Bucky Barnes, also known as the Winter Soldier”

I looked at him ready to say hello, but I couldn’t. One look was all it took. One look and I knew I was in trouble. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. Eventually I mumbled something and lowered my head gathering my things and hurried out of the room to my room.

Bucky POV

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked Steve. Watching Y/n leave.

“She’s shy around new people” Tony spoke up. “You probably intimidated her”

“She has a speech problem too, caused from her hearing loss when she was a child. She was finally getting comfortable talking to us verbally.” Steve looked upset. “She’ll come around”

Something about her drew me in. Her y/h/c hair was pulled back into a messy bun, she wore a sweater and leggings, and fuzzy socks. The book or whatever it was was held close to her as she walked out of the room. I wanted to know her. I just met her and I wanted to know her more.

I learned that the book she carried around with her was a sketch book.

“Wonder what she draws” I said to Sam who was the one who told me about it. We were drinking a cup of coffee in the kitchen.

“She won’t show us” He shrugged “it’s something she wants to keep to herself. I tried to sneak a look and it ended with me on the ground in a head lock.”

“Yeah right” I snorted loudly, causing y/n to snap her head up in our direction. She was on the couch drawing, we spoke quietly so she wouldn’t hear us. She turned her focus back to her drawing.

“It’s true,” Natasha walked into the room “I taught her that move”

“I would pay to see it” I chuckled, not taking my eyes off of y/n.

“Why are you so curious about her?” Nat asked looking at her as well.

“I want to know everyone, get a long, but she’s so shy that I don’t want to pry and scare her.” I looked at Nat “And I’m learning about her from you guys and I just want to be able to have another person to talk to I guess.”

“Sounds to me, you are smitten by her” Sam placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Am not” I argued, placing my cup in the sink and walking out of the room to go to the gym. If getting to know her was going to be a challenge, I was going to complete it. Even if it took all I had.

Reader POV

I tried my best to avoid Bucky, I didn’t hate him, I was just scared to talk to him. I would make a fool of myself. What if he would think I was weird and make fun of me? This didn’t stop him from trying.

I would be the first one up usually, but I learned that he was almost always up. I would sneak out onto the balcony every morning drinking a cup of coffee, watching the sun rise. I felt the most at peace with my mind. I could stay like this forever. My peaceful moment was interrupted when Bucky joined me.

I was praying he wouldn’t talk to me. Thankfully he didn’t. He sat down in the chair next to me. Watching the sun with me. We sat in silence for a while.

“Why are you up so early?” He asked breaking the silence. When I didn’t respond he continued talking. “I usually don’t sleep much”

I looked at him, I wanted to say something but I couldn’t form the words. He could tell. Instead of pushing it we stayed silent allowing me to relax.

Since then, he would do small things to be nice, he figured out that I loved coffee so much that he would pour me a cup whenever he made himself one. I would give a small smile and he knew that he was making progress.

Eventually I would be able to speak to him.

Bucky POV

It was 4 in the morning when I jerked myself awake, covered with sweat from the dreams that haunted me. My past. I wandered out of my room to go to the kitchen. I was going to make some coffee to stay awake. When I walked into the kitchen I was not expecting the sight before me.

Y/n was usually sleeping, she wasn’t up until 6 when she would sneak out on the balcony. But when I walked in, there she was, cleaning the pots and pans that were left in the sink.

I remembered Sam promising to do them after we ate dinner, but that clearly didn’t happen. She had her earbuds in and was dancing a bit while she washed them. I was taken back by this. I cleared my throat loudly so she would know I was in the room. She must’ve had her music on low since the sound I made caused her to jump.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” I tried to not smile at the incident. “I didn’t want you to freak out if I just walked past you or something.”

She nodded before turning back to the pan washing it slowly. I started the coffee, grabbing two mugs. once it was done I poured coffee into the mugs, sliding her towards her.

“Do you want to finish making yours like you normally do or should I?” I asked her.

She just shrugged and nodded her head a bit. “You can” She barely whispered. I almost didn’t hear her.

“Okay” I smiled, I finally heard her voice, it was hushed, but it was something other than a grunt. I heard her voice a few times but only she was talking to Nat or Clint or when she didn’t know I was in the room. This time it was directed towards me.

I made her cup as she finished the last pan. Drying off her hands she grabbed her mug and sat on the bar stool. I watched as she took a sip, I waited for her approval. She smiled at me and took another sip. She wanted to say something but struggled to do so.

“You’re welcome” I smiled sitting next to her drinking my coffee.

This was going to be a while.

Reader POV (again sorry)

I was sitting on the balcony drawing in my new sketch book. I had to be careful with who was around now when I would draw. My sketch book was soon filled with portraits of Bucky. It started when I decided to draw something about him that seemed so special to him or had some form of significance to him. His metal arm.

This opened the gateway of more drawings. It was soon filled with portraits, symbols, things that reminded me of him or moments we shared together like the sunset with him sitting next to me.

I was so lost in my drawing I didn’t hear Steve walk out. He cleared his throat behind me and I closed my book.

“Yes?” I asked standing up. I set my book down.

“We’re going to watch a movie if you want to join. Your favorite. The Lion King” Steve smiled

“I-I can’t turn down the L-lion King” I stuttered out, cheeks getting red, Steve didn’t mind as he held out his hand and guided me inside. Forgetting about the sketch book.

Bucky POV

After the movie, y/n fell asleep on the couch and Steve put her in her bed. She surprisingly wasn’t up at her usual time.

Deciding she probably slept in today I sat on the balcony by myself. I noticed a black leather book sitting on the table. It didn’t look familiar. I opened the book to see it was a sketch book. I flipped to the next page and gasped at the drawing.

The drawing wasn’t perfect, but it took my breath away once I realized whose it was. The details of the image was amazing. drawing my metal arm probably wasn’t easy but it was amazing.

I flipped to the next page curiously, only to find the next one was a very detailed drawing of me. Head to toe, she had every detail spot on. My tactical gear, arm, gun, look, everything. She drew me as the Winter Soldier.

The next few pages were just me, smiling, starring off into space, everything. Then there was two coffee mugs. I smiled at this, she drew something that was the first contact we had. The first time she accepted anything from me.

The next page was a sunset. Us sitting on the balcony. Another was us sitting on the bar stools, probably when I caught her dancing.

I turned the page to see something that I wasn’t expecting at all. I was holding her. Or what I assumed to be her. My metal arm held the back of her head and my other arm was around her waist holding her close to me. I was burying my face into her hair and her face was buried into my chest. Was she trying to say something?

I closed the book and stood up. I had to return this to her. I left my cup on the balcony and made my way to her room. I knocked on the door and she answered by yanking it open. She had a look of worry on her face as she greeted me.

“Can I come in?” I asked softly. I held up her sketch book and her eyes widened. She yanked me by my shirt pulling me into her room. She forced the book out of my hand and held my in an awkward head lock.

“Explain” She forced the words out.

“I will if you just let go” I could easily break out of this, but wanted her to feel like she was in control.

“Now” She tightened her grip.

“Alright” I decided to break free and she put up a fight and I eventually pinned her to her wall. “Relax and listen.” I looked her in the eyes. I could tell she was mad, and confused.

“F-fine” She stuttered, looking down as her cheeks heated up. I let go of her backing up to sit on her bed.

“I was sitting on the balcony, I was expecting to see you but you didn’t show up so I thought you were sleeping still. Anyway, I saw a leather book and it didn’t look familiar, so I opened it and saw the pages.” I explained. “I realized it was yours and wanted to return it to you.”

Her eyes widened more when she heard me saw I opened it.

“You’re an amazing artist” I tried to ease the tension that was building up. “I could give you a few recommendations on my elbow in the first one”

She blushed even more.

“Can you explain this?” I asked snatching the book turning it to her last work. Us.

She grew redder.

“I- Uhmmmm” She was struggling. She sat down beside me avoiding me eyes.

“Take your time” I waited patiently.

“O-okay, here goes.” She took a deep breath and spoke quickly. “I draw things that remind me of people important, like my team mates. I wanted to draw something about you”

I listened carefully.

“E-eventually I c-couldn’t find me to stop d-drawing. You” She started stuttering again, face going red with embarrassment. “The l-last one, I w-wanted to draw b-because I” She stopped herself.

“You what?” I knew what she was trying to say by now. I wanted to hear it.

“I like you” She fought to get the words out.

“Is that why you have a hard time talking to me?” I was now standing up looking down on her small form.

“Yes” was all she could say. I looked into her eyes, studying them as they looked back into mine. I leaned down into her face slowly crashing my lips onto hers. I pulled back waiting for her approval.

Once she gave it was a small nod, I continued to kiss her slowly. She eventually was laid on her back as I deepened the kiss. She allowed me to take the lead and gave me permission to explore the inside of her mouth. Our lips moved in sync. My metal arm slipped under her shirt. She gasped at the touch. I pulled back quickly afraid I hurt her or took it too far.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” I backed away from her. I was so afraid to look at her. Scared to see the look on her face.

I left her room before she could muster up the right words. I didn’t want to hurt her.

“Bucky” She whispered.

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ddaddsprompts · 7 years

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What if Dadsona turns out to be a werewolf? How would the dads react?

Last night’s events still echo in your mind. Ithad been just you and Amanda for so long, just the two of you against theworld, you’d forgotten that this could be something you ought to sharewith your partner. Preferably before they find you writhing in your backyard,gasps turning into growls as your fingers grew into claws and fur breakingthrough your skin. You still remember the look of utter surprise and shock ontheir face, the last thing you had clearly seen before the hunt took over. Run, the forest is calling, run, moon, dirt,run, scent, hunt—

Exhausted and practically dead on your feet, youwalk back home. Immediately after moving to Maple Bay, Amanda and you hidbackpacks with a change of clothes in strategic places throughout the forest sowhen full moon came, you wouldn’t have to run through the streets completelynaked. You throw down the (now) empty backpack after opening the front door andinhale. There’s someone else here. You haven’t been together for long as thispoint, but the wolf in you would recognise that scent everywhere. It sang oflove, of mate. The logical part ofyour brain, though, wonders just for how much longer that would be. Noprolonging the inevitable, you tell yourself and you take a deep breath before goinginto the living room.

🥃 You’renot sure what your eyes are drawn to first: Robert’s bloodshot eyes that spokeof a night spent without sleep, the silverknife in his hands or the dog treats on the table. Further, your mindcannot decide what to be most offended by. “I’m not a dog.” Robert doesn’tflinch, thank god, nor raise the knife, he just watches you warily as you walkpast him into the kitchen. When you return a moment later, he’s sitting on thecouch, so you sink into the chair opposite from him. Neither of you saysanything for a few minutes. You sip on your coffee and watch him watching you.In your time as a werewolf, you had seen plenty a self-proclaimed hunter; theyall had the same kind of look in their eyes. Robert doesn’t. “I’d give you the ‘Nothinghas changed, I’m still me’ speech, but I don’t think you’d appreciate it.”Robert’s only reaction is a grunt. “Wolf’s out of the bag now. What’re yougoing to do about it?” You meet his eyes with a lot more outward composure thanyou feel on the inside. He doesn’t look at you like you are prey, but understandably,you’re nervous. A minute, maybe two, maybe five, passes with you two just lookingat each other. Eventually, Robert lowers his knife. “I’m too attached to you,kid,” he huffs. You’re fluent enough in Robert to read between the lines andnod. Then, like a switch has been flipped, his demeanour changes. “Are theremore like you? Are you allergic to silver? What about wolfsbane—“

🍸 Joseph flinches the moment he notices yourpresence and takes a step back. Seeing the fear in his eyes feels like someoneis squeezing your heart while it’s still in your chest. “Joe—““Why didn’t you tell me?” He’s visibly struggling to appear calm, but you cansmell that he is scared and damn, does it hurt. “Were you ever going to tellme?” You take a deep breath and lean against the couch in the least intimidatingposture possible. “Eventually, yes. Sooner or later you would have started tonotice me disappearing every full moon and there are only so many excuses I canmake up.”“Does Amanda know?” You shoot him an incredulous look. “Of course. She’s knownsince she was little. As did Alex. I told them before we got married.” Josephnods and releases a long, tense breath. He runs a hand through his hair,messing up the styling. You long to soothe him, but you stay where you are, asmuch as it hurts you to see him like this. “After last night … I went to churchand prayed. I thought, long and hard, about whether the knowledge of your truenature changes how I feel about you. I’m scared of… this, Y/N. But then I triedto imagine a life without you at my side and the prospect scared me even more.”For the first time since you arrived, Joseph looks directly at you. “It willtake me some time, but I’ll try to come to terms with it.” You sink down on thecouch, the relief making your knees buckle. After a moment, Joseph sits downnext to you and pulls you against his side.

☕ “Mat?” The dark-skinned man looks up and curses so vigorously youfeel the urge to cover your houseplants’ non-existent ears. He barely managesto catch his cup of coffee before it spills and clutches it to his chest, likea comfort item. “Y-Y/N! Oh god, I was s-so scared, after what happened. Are youokay?” His concern for you takes you off guard. You didn’t exactly expect him toscream, but you hadn’t thought he would fear for you. “At first I thought I was high and had hallucinations, eventhough I didn’t have any drugs, and you were still gone hours later after anykind of effect would have worn off, so I knew it was real, you really turnedinto a werewolf r-right in front of my eyes and—““Mat,” you gently interrupt him. “How much coffee did you have already?” Matlooks down at the cup in his hands and then back at you. You sigh and slowly,exaggerating your movements, walk over to him. Up close, you notice he’strembling. “I’m not going to hurt you, Mat. Nothing has changed. I already wasa werewolf before yesterday evening and I didn’t do anything to you orCarmensita then. The only difference is that now you know.” He lets you putyour hands on his shoulders and looks at your face. His fear stings in yournose. “If you want me out of your daughter’s life, say the word. But I couldnever hurt her, or you, or anyone else. I’ve never hurt another human being.”Mat absently wets his lips and stares at you. You don’t know what he’s lookingfor, but he must have found it, since he shakes his head. “I still love you.”

🌹 You stare down at the herbs right in front ofyour feet before lifting your head to look at Damien with an unamusedexpression. “Where did you even get wolfsbane?” He doesn’t reply right away; hegoes through whatever he has written on the piece of paper in his hands beforethrowing it aside. “I prepared a long speech. How I don’t appreciate you keepingsomething like that secret from me, that I had a right to know of your secondnature not only because we’re a couple now, but also because of the potentialdanger you might put myself and Lucien in, but seeing you right now…” With hisfoot, he pushes aside the wolfsbane; you don’t have the heart to tell him itwouldn’t have stopped you from entering the room anyway. Damien cups your facewith his hands and seeks eye contact. The intensity of his gaze makes yourbreath hitch. “Seeing you right now, no different from when I last saw youbefore you transformed, renders all those words unimportant. My feelings haven’tchanged. If anything, knowing your secret has brought me close to you thanbefore. Tell me, Y/N, are you a threat to me or my son?” You immediately shakeyour head. “Is there a chance you might hurt us or subject us to any danger?” Again,you shake your head; hunters were only after the creature, not their lovedones. Damien nods and breaks into a smile. “Let’s draw you a bath, my dear. You’redirty and covered in leaves and twigs. There are so many things I want to askyou—“

🎣 In any other situation, seeing Brian so uncharacteristically meek andnervous would have been cute, but right now, it just makes you feel bad. Youhold up your hands, palms facing him, and stay still, not wanting to scare him.If you thought he doesn’t notice, his snort makes clear he has. “I’m not afraidof you,” he says. You raise an eyebrow. “Yes, you are. Your voice is quivering.”“Is not.” You roll your eyes and make a dismissive gesture. “Fine. But I cansmell your fear.” Brian lifts his arm to smell his armpit, pulls a face, thenshakes his head. “No fear there. Only the manly smell of a man who definitelyisn’t afraid.” Despite the topic you’re kind of talking about while avoidingdirectly addressing it, you can’t help but snort. Some of the tension seeps outof your body at the familiar banter between you and the same seems to be truefor Brian, as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. You mirror thegesture. “Brian, it’s perfectly normal to be afraid in the face of somethingunknown. You can admit it.”“I’m not afraid. And I totally knew.” You raise both your eyebrows so high theynearly disappear in your hairline. “And pray tell, how did you know?”“Your… um… Amanda’s obsession with dogs!”“Is perfectly normal even for people whose fathers aren’t what I am.”“Your good nose?” You don’t reply; you’re too busy keeping in a chuckle. Briantaps his chin, grinning himself. “At the park you caught the Frisbee with yourmouth. Hey, does that mean I can play fetch with you every full moon?”

👟 It’s as if last night’s events didn’t happen and Craig didn’t see you transforminto a literal werewolf. He looks like he just came home from his morning jogand is fresh out of the shower, his hair still wet but he has a towel in hishands to rub it dry. You lean against the wall and wait for the inevitable freak-out,but it doesn’t come. “Hey, bro,” Craig greets you with that face-splitting grinthat seems to be reserved just for you and he walks over to kiss you. “Can youtake the girls to school today? A business partner called and needs to move hismeeting to an earlier slot. Good news is that the twins are staying with afriend after training so we have the evening to ourselves. I was thinking—““Craig,” you interrupt. He tilts his head at you in confusion and you wonderwhether you’ve unknowingly entered the twilight zone. “Are you… are we… I mean—“You take a few breaths while the workers in your head try to bring yourthoughts into a coherent order. “Are you not going to ask me what happened lastnight?” Craig looks confused for a few moments before understanding dawns onhis face. “Oh! I totally forgot. Bro, I knew.”“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNEW??” He gently shushes you and points at a sleepingRiver. You repeat your question, whispering but just as shocked. Craig shrugs. “Y/N,we were roommates. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are. One full moon,completely wasted, you announced you’re going to pee on the statue of thecollege founder and changed right before my eyes.” You work your head, tryingto remember that event, but you were probably too drunk. Craig kisses yourtemple and grins.

📖 Hugo doesn’t look afraid, he looks… pisseddoesn’t even cover it. The moment he notices you entering the room, he crossesthe distance and stares you down. Your inner wolf makes you want to bare yourthroat in a gesture of submission; you stomp down the instinct, but you can’tstop yourself from ducking your head. “I kind of expected Ernest to draw youinto his childish pranks, but something like what you did yesterday is notalright! You didn’t have to be gone all night, do you have any idea how worriedI was about you? I was this close to calling the police! What do you have tosay in your defence?” When you don’t reply, too surprised by Hugo’s words, hehuffs out a breath and turns around, starting to prowl in the living room likea tiger trapped in a cage. “Hugo, that wasn’t a prank.”“Y/N, I don’t appreciate you keeping up this charade.” You move to stand in frontof him and put your hands on his shoulders to stop him from pacing. “Hugo, I’mdead serious. That wasn’t a prank. I might be good with makeup, but atransformation like that goes beyond anything a professional could do without acomputer.” The logic of your argument makes him pause and uncertainty colourshis expression. He regards you with the same look that brings students to theirknees, but you don’t give in. “I swear to you, that wasn’t a joke.” Short oftransforming again, which would take more energy than you currently have, youdon’t know how else to convince him. You’re just about to offer to call Amandawhen Hugo suddenly becomes very, very still under your hands. You look at him quizzically.“Holy shit,” he breathes out. Then he faints.

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EPISODE 2 - “I feel like there was no drama caused this week” - CODY

MANDI

well pretty sure i just ruined my relationship with drew. i think he is pissed at me for not evicting cody. but my true alliance is with joe and frosby. they wanted to keep cody and i was doing what they wanted and joe kept saying we had the votes. and thankfully we did! but the house is definitely going to be split now. drew really wanted cody out because someone told him joe, brooke, frosby, and cody were in an alliance and he wanted to break that alliance up. but sorry drew! had to do what i had to do!

CODY

Oh my lord

I had a good feeling that if I survived it was gonna be close. Holy shit I was one vote away from first boot!!!

But I survived, and I’m humbled a lot by it. I’m not going to carry on. I’m basically only talking strategy at this point with the couple of people who have reached out to me via DM’s in Joe and Mandi

The big piece of info that I found out late after my trust rankings were done is that Kayla is after me. Which came as a tad surprise initially but in retrospect it’s not at all because she hardly spoke to me after I gave up the character. My impression of her is that she was incredibly put off by me in character mode and therefore she did not wanna be guilty by association. Which is certainly a fair point. However it might cost her the game if she’s too vocal about this

FROSBY

So Episode 1 is in the books and now is time for the good ol Frosby recap. Wow I learned bits and pieces about everyone and learned what I want to do for this season. First off I need to establish the most important factor for this season hinges on 1 thing, Katrina. We have a final 2 pact and our goal is to work our way into the finale by working different ends of the game without drawing to much attention to ourselves. To do this I had to find myself some quiet players to get myself sitting nice and pretty with and I found that in both Andrew and Desiree who both are going for the same strategy as me. Along with that I have a really tight alliance with Both Joe and Mandi. I am totally cool with using this alliance because I know joe is a good player that is excellent at working a social game but I also know that due to him taking third last season I know that he will have a big target on his back and that means less of a target on mine which is good. Finally the last element to my game is completely tanking every challenge to hopefully get people to forget about the fact that I am a challenge beast. The main reason I was voted out last time was due to the fact that I won every other challenge I was in, this caused everyone to see me as one of the biggest players in the game when in reality I was just a good cover piece for Bob and Ferg. This time I'm choosing my fate and im choosing to play on the outside but to be a good outside player I need to avoid the limelight and to do that I need to tank challenges (While still doing a partial good job that it looks like im not tanking them) As for Katrina she is running the same strategy as me with trying to stick on the outside but she is working with players like Kayla and Brooke which is a great because like myself with Joe, sticking around Kayla and Brooke will keep the heat off of Katrina and she can use them to hopefully do a good push in the later half of the game.

Now to talk about the first vote. I for one had zero care about either player, but I figured keeping Cody in the game would create more chaos that I can hide on along with the outsider players im teamed up with. All 3 of us voted for cody so not only did we keep him in the game we also don't have to worry about cody getting mad at us for not voting for him plus we are in the majority of the aftermath vote. Now we are at the next HoH challenge and im going to tank this one and just see who wins this bad boy. Watch Cody win it, that would be hilarious and Kayla would be in big trouble.

PS: Im still fully new to Big Brother in general so I'm crafting these ideas and strats on the go so don't judge me for pulling any stupid plays in the future. Here is your warning I will in fact do stupid plays.

JOE

I’m going hard for this HoH and I’m pretty sure the only reason I want it is so Joe can’t have it.. who would I nominate? Probably the people who don’t reach out to me. Kayla, Joe, Mandi, Ash, Sammy and Cody are 100% safe with me but everyone else is fair game.

CODY

Ok so my number 1 objective of this week is to avoid going on the block at all costs. I will consider that an absolute win because after receiving 6 votes against me I’m in a super odd spot. And the person who is HOH this week in Austin was one of the 6 who voted to evict me last week. However he told me that his vote was kind of up in the air and he could have gone either way. So I feel better about him being in power over someone who was vocal in wanting me out such as Kayla or Sammy

I have decided to throw out Kayla as a target to Austin with the main reason being that she is after me, and I feel like she genuinely is playing a smart game and playing both sides. I think she has great adaptability in the game and could easily slide under the radar despite voting incorrectly at the first eviction

Hopefully this works and Kayla and another person go up

CODY

So I have spoken with Desiree and it turns out Austin was leading the charge to take me out from her perspective so that is a bad idea lol. I’ve asked her to suggest the other person and she chose Frosby which is great because he is someone who definitely had my back

Unfortunately the objective of that alliance idea hasn’t quite been fulfilled as i was hoping we could include Austin to try and throw ideas into his head and show some loyalty. But it sounds as though I am his number 1 target so there’s no point forcing such a big thing onto him

DESIREE

Daily Thoughts for Day 5:

Collecting Votes:

The house seems pretty split on the vote. It's interesting to see two groups forming for votes and I'm wondering if that's indicative of any alliances that are lurking. Austin & Sammy are leading the campaign to vote out Cody. They have both messaged me with a very similar list of people that they say are voting Cody out, so I'm guessing they are a duo. Despite their efforts, I do believe Pennino is going this week, and that's where my vote is going. But, it is going to be a close call and nothing is certain. To be honest, I'm not super gungho on either one going. On one hand, Cody doesn't seem trustworthy. But, he is a big target that we can worry about later, and it's always good to have a target bigger than you in the house. Pennino has been putting in very little effort in this game, which I don't want to see rewarded. Ultimately, I'm going with Pennino because that's what Frosby is doing, and he's my biggest ally. That being said, I want to keep an eye on Cody because I am worried he may be making deals to stay here. He's definitely still on my radar.

Pennino's Eviction: The votes went exactly as I'd predicted (7-6 with Pennino being evicted). Of course, I can't know for sure who voted where, but the numbers lined up with what I thought would happen. I do feel bad about Pennino going because he seemed like a sweet kid, but I am just glad to be on the right side of the vote today and I feel good knowing that, even though I don't have a single alliance chat, I still kind of know what's going on in the house. But, now that the first eviction is up, it is time to start solidifying alliances. Let's go!!!

DESIREE

Daily Thoughts for Day 6:

HOH: So, I abstained from the HOH competition this week. I feel bad about having to do that, but I just have a lot going on on my end with these protests and I didn't have the social energy to ask for selfies. I'm not sure I would've wanted the responsibility yet, anyway. One Step At A Time, just like my pre-season song pick.😉 Austin won HOH and I feel okay with that. Not super excited or scared. I've chatted with Austin and he campaigned against Cody last week for votes but I ultimately did not end up voting that way. He probably knows that, but still I don't think I'm at the top of his radar.

Alliance Formed: I might have done something bad for my game... I voice chatted with a few people, including Cody, and he seemed fairly cool. Then, he privately messaged me asking about forming an alliance. He picked one person and I picked one person. He picked Andy (which is great because I love Andy) and I picked Frosby. It might be a dumb idea to join an alliance with the person at the very bottom of my trust rankings, but for some reason I believe he has good intentions? It was definitely a show of good faith for us each to pick a person to join. So Cody is definitely growing in my favor this week. I plan to stay true to that alliance.

Strategy: Originally, Cody suggested Austin for the alliance along with Andy. I told him that Austin was the one spearheading the campaign against him and that adding him to an alliance probably wasn't the best idea. I think offering this information to Cody allowed him to trust me a bit more, while also potentially making two more people in the house who are bigger threats than me. Cody said that Austin is playing both sides and he also is worried about Kayla as a threat to his game. I definitely agree that Kayla is a threat, she seems well-connected and well-versed in BB ORGs. But at the moment, I don't have any personal targets.

CODY

Ok so I’m on the block again. No surprise there. I’ve been told by Austin that he has some sort of backdoor plan in place for if he wins the veto where he saves me and someone else goes up. However I genuinely know nothing else. He could be flat out lying

I’m really sad that it’s me and Joe. He is my number 1. But I’m confident that we can work together with our alliances to keep us both safe and eliminate whoever gets backdoored...

I have come up with a move tho. So basically, one of the things I did when Austin was HOH was I sold out Kayla. Told him she’s not to be trusted, can’t keep her around. Turns out they’re working together so I couldn’t win there

Instead I’ve gone down the reverse psychology route with a move I’ve never personally tried before but hopefully it works

I reached out to Austin and said to him that I’m really close with Brooke, and if the backdoor plans work I do not want her gone. But I’m actually saying that because he might see what I’m saying, take advantage of it and put her up to “weaken” me. When in reality if Brooke goes up, the person it weakens the most is Kayla.

While myself, Brooke, Joe have been aligned throughout the whole game. I have realised that Brooke plays too loyal of a game to her people. And her number one person no questions asked is Kayla. I think it’s not good if both of them are kept in the game together. So that’s why I’ve made this move because I’ll happily take out Brooke if it means her Kayla doesn’t have a lot of power and can take out me. Because if it’s me and Kayla on the block next to each other I have lost Brooke’s vote. So I wanna prepare for the possibility of me and Kayla on the block later down the line by taking out someone who would not vote to save me in that hypothetical in Brook

DESIREE

Daily Thoughts for Day 7:

Key Order: Austin nominated Cody & Joe. That doesn't surprise me. He told me that Cody was his target and Joe is a pawn because he is well-liked in the house. He also assured me that I would be safe this week. What was most revealing, though, is the key order. I referenced the key order back to my predictions for votes on the first eviction. All of the people that I suspect voted for Cody to go were given their keys first, except for one. I was given my key in the middle, and then all of the people that voted for Pennino to go. However, Katrina was in the the latter group, despite her voting to evict Cody. This leads me to believe that Austin still thinks I voted to evict Cody and that Katrina is the one who flipped her vote. Katrina was the last person he convinced to swap, so it would make sense that he would assume she was the one to flip her vote. ......Am I playing both sides of the house? Am I the villain? Oh man... I'm just glad Austin put me in the middle instead of towards the beginning, which would make this way more obvious.

Alliance Chat: Based on the key order, Andy has surmised that Katrina and Ashley are floating atm. I don't know why he didn't include Brooke or Mandi, because they were also in the bottom half of the list and they are not in our alliance. He is suggesting we form an alliance with those two as well to catch the floaters, but I think it's a bit too soon to make that call based entirely on key order. I suggested we wait a bit and see what happens this week.

BROOKE

Austin nominating Joe and Cody irritates me so much. I guess he wants an enemy in me.. Austin better watch his f*cking back because if Joe leaves, I’m out for blood

ANDREW

Austin made it quite clear, the alliance he is in, with they key placement. It looks like the house is divided in the ones that wanted Cody out(Austin, Kayla, Drew, Lukas and Sammi) and the ones that wanted to keep Cody (Frosby, Mandi, Brooke, Andrew, Desiree) Katrina, Ashley and Chloe seem Wild cards. Idk this game is long, I’m later on showing you guys, my alliances chart.

That’s how the house is divided. FROSBY

Well this is the worst, like the actual worst thing that could have happened at this point in the game. Cody and Joe are both key allies for the 2 alliances i'm in and basically one of these alliances is going to lose a player. The player I would like to go home would be Cody. The alliance I have with Cody is with Andrew and Desiree and honestly I was already working with both of them before cody came into the picture so if cody got voted out not much would change between our trio alliance. As for Joe, I really need joe to stay in. He is a future vote shield plus him and his sister give me great intel and safety in the game that can push me into the game. The only thing is they will both be extremely strong in the late game so we will have to be careful about that. As for working with Katrina, she is good allies with Austin in the background of the game so that helps knowing which way he may be going in the future now knowing that he can be a challenge threat. As for the Power of Veto competition this is really hard for me. Like I want to save Joe so he won't go home but its WAY to early to show who my true allies are. Also if I choose 1 over the other I am hurting my connections with either alliance so the best course of action is throw the game and pray Cody gets a massive amount of votes.

CODY

Holy fuck

I’m so sad I lost the veto. However I’m glad Austin won because he has told me that he has a crazy plan. Which I’m being super tight lipped about and I’m pretending that I’m gone. In which I think legit everyone thinks is gonna happen

I actually have no idea what Austin’s plan really entails. It might end up being really bad for an ally of mine however it will save myself and could save Joe which I’m all for! Joe is my boy in this game. Being put on the block next to him is horrible. Hopefully we both survive and one of us wins the next HOH

AUSTIN

i kinda forgot about these so lets just go back and start at day 1 . i was happy to see a few familiar faces like sammy lukas and chloe . didnt know any of the rest but happy to meet new ppl. kayla and drew seems great so bounded with them pretty good at the start. after the first hoh and veto i could kinda tell they was a lil goup in the house like brook, joe,frosby,and ash all seemed close but they also talked about being in othe games together. to my fucking surprise i WON the second hoh comp . i put up cody ( becuase no one trusted him) and joe ( bc i secretly wanted him gone ) . it was simple cody would probs go but if they was the chance i won veto i had a backdoor plan. THEN i fucking won veto as well. so i talked with my alliance ( lukas,drew,sammy,chloe,and me) they wanted ash to go up so i thought it was perfect timing for me to take cody down and put up ashley so that foursome loses a number. fist time ever im good at challenges so wish me luck bc i feel i have a target now and will need it

DREW

YOU SEE THAT?! YOU SEE THAT EXCELLENCE? THAT'S HOW YOU PLAY BIG BROTHER!

Cody's bitch ass thinks that I'm playing a piss poor game, but I don't care about that little catfish. I care about taking out the bigger guns, and right now- miss conniving, scheming, manipulative, fake ass lips, nails and extensions Ashley... is going HOME!

I know that Chloe is a little mad that Cody is being taken down and what not, yeah I understand that. But that fake attitude that Ashley has over some of these houseguests, myself included, that isn't apart of this "premade" of her, Joe, Frosby and Brooke... UGH WE WON... and I HAD A BIG PART IN THAT ROLE... GOURMET MEAL HERE I COMMMMMEEEE

DESIREE

Daily Thoughts for Day 9:

House Drama: In the morning, Cody got upset with Drew for not responding to his DM's and decided to air his dirty laundry in the house chat. I think this was a stupid idea because Cody already has a big target on his back for the whole "house meeting" on Day 2. Once I woke up and saw what he did, I told him he really needs to lay low if he doesn't want the whole house against him. Hopefully he will listen to that advice... I understand it's frustrating that Drew doesn't like him and doesn't respond to his DM's, but Cody made an enemy out of him by accusing him of leaking the Unde9able alliance. He can't expect Drew to all of the sudden be fine with him just because he dropped his "character".

Contingency Plans: Before the POV winner was even announced, Ashley was in my DM's asking me if I'd vote Cody out. (For the record, I'm pretty sure she voted to keep Cody last week...) Austin won POV which seemed like the final nail in the coffin for Cody. In DM's, Frosby & I were already agreeing that if we needed to vote Cody out to save ourselves, we would. If Cody was going to be eliminated anyway, it would be better if the house didn't know we were with him.

POV Ceremony Fallout: In a shocking turn of events, Austin took Cody off the block and replaced him with Ashley. Nobody was expecting this and we were all very confused. As far as we were concerned, Cody was Austin's number 1 target. Before the POV ceremony, Austin DMed me, intending to tell me the plan. I didn't log on until immediately after the POV ceremony, so I didn't see it. After the ceremony, I messaged him and he told me that Ashley, Frosby, Brooke, & Joe all had pre-game relationships, so he wanted to take one of them out. I immediately messaged Frosby about this, and he said that they have played together before but he barely talks to Ashley and Brooke hates him. Him and Joe seem to be close, though, which is fine by me because I like Joe too.

Voting: I spoke with all of the alliance members separately about which way we should vote. I guess we're all still a little nervous because it seemed we didn't say anything about the vote in the group chat until we had all decided in DM's. Andy was the only one considering voting out Joe, because he believes that we could get Ashley on our side. He didn't seem that pressed, though, and ultimately the group decided to vote to evict Ashley.

CODY

This round was a lot more telling as I was able to get some legs within the game and I tried super hard to diffuse my target. With the exception of when I called out Drew for his lack of social play I feel like there was no drama caused this week. And even that I think more people were on my side with that than other people have been and understood that it was a game move. Because legitimately I do feel like Drew is setting himself up for failure. He’s made it too obvious that he’s not willing to work with anyone who I seem to be close with and hasn’t talked to majority of them. And even though we are only up to week 3, it’s the day 1 bonds that are maintained throughout the game that matter most. If someone only starts talking to me properly later in the game and unapologetically does not care about the lack of bond they will not get my vote

WEEK 2 CAST ASSESSMENT

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