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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Daddy Lessons 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Rafe Cameron

Summary: You agree to tutor for the Cameron’s, but find your student less than cooperative.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You slap your hand around Rafe’s wrist, panic surging in your throat. You can’t breathe. You bring your other hand up as you turn in the seat, trying to dislodge his grip as he squeezes tighter. So tight, you feel your eyes bulging.

You smack his shoulder desperately as tears fill the brims of your eyes and the chair tilts with your struggle. He lets you go as you wrench back and topple off the seat completely. Your back hits the floor and knocks the wind out of you a second time.

You wheeze and cough as your throat burns. Rafe chuckles as you hear the pages flutter and he throws the textbook. It lands on your stomach and you groan.

“Tell you what, dork, whatever my dad’s paying you to ‘teach’ me,” he puts a special lilt on teach, “I’ll pay you double to shut the fuck up. You sit there, do whatever it is nerds do and I’ll be on my phone.”

He kicks the chair as he gets up and stomps around the table. He resumes his seat on the other side as you sit up. He swipes his phone into his hand and goes back to flicking the screen with his thumb. You get up silently, holding back another wave of tears as you try not to shake.

You pick up the book and bring the chair straight. You lower yourself onto the seat and put the textbook beside your laptop. You stare at the screen but can’t read the font. You’re terrified.

All those years, you saw Rafe swaggering down the halls, calling kids names, pushing the nerdiest of the punch into lockers, but he’d never hit a girl. Not openly, though he never had a problem bashing any boy smaller than him.

“If you’re gonna cry, keep it down,” he snickers, “you’re not hot enough for that.”

You blink and stare at the screen. What do you do? Pack up and go? Tell Ward it’s not going to work out. He’ll be disappointed but he can afford someone who wasn’t a former victim of his son’s high school foliies.

You close the laptop and grab your bag, tucking it inside quietly. You’ll just have to break the news to your parents. You’re unemployed, again. That didn’t last long. You hook your knapsack over your shoulder and stand.

“Giving up?” Rafe scoffs without looking up from his phone, “typical.”

You don’t say anything as you round the table and head for the door. Before you can step into the entryway, a searing pain in your scalp lurches you back. You cry out as Rafe drags you into the dining room and pens you in against the table. He fists your hair as he snarls at you.

“Don’t you fucking go tattling on me to daddy,” he growls. “Don’t be a little bitch and sit the fuck down.”

“Let me go–”

“I was fucking serious. I’ll pay you to mind your goddamn business. My dad wants me to read these damn books, so you tell him I read them,” he sneers, “but it’s gotta be fucking believable so go on and sit.”

“Rafe–”

“Don’t you fucking call me that,” he spits, “I don’t wanna hear my name on your fucking lips.” You flinch as he yanks your hair, “we got a deal or what?” His eyes drift down to your striped tee shirt, “you could use the money.”

You gulp and glance past him. What other prospects do you have? Sit at home and face the music and have no money or sit here in silence until your time is up.

“Ow,” you squirm, “I– I’ll do it but– let me go.”

He abides as he rolls his eyes and shoves you away from him, “god, you’re fucking whiny.”

“I’m not… I’m not going to stay if you keep doing that–”

“Ah, come on,” he slurs, “tell me it doesn’t get you a little hot. I know you ain’t had other guys up on you.”

That hurts in a different way. You try not to show it as you back away from him. This isn’t a good idea. He’s not exactly stable and you don’t really trust him. Even if he doesn’t follow through, money is money. Besides, he seems more interested in that phone than you.

You go back around the table and sit. You pull the textbook close and Rafe narrows his eyes at you. You raise a palm, trembling despite your efforts.

“To make it convincing,” you say and exhale heavily.

He grumbles and drops back into his seat. You set your bag on the chair next to you and slip your laptop out once more. You pop it open and listlessly drag your finger over the trackpad. You still don’t have the wifi. Solitaire it is.

You yawn and lean your chin in your hand. The tension remains. It’s silent but for his occasional snort or mutter at his phone. He’s just the same as he ever was. The popular kid defiant to everyone and everything around him.

You wish you could be that reckless. Well, you can’t just fall back on daddy’s bank account. You have to work to get top marks just to afford your tuition, but the scholarships don’t pay for your books or your housing. That’s all up to you and what little your parents can scrape up after their own expenses.

As much as you hate his privilege, you envy it. Maybe you would be like him if you had that. Maybe you wouldn’t care either.

You click away at the cards, stacking one on top of the other. You look at the time. Not even twenty minutes in. You’re scheduled for two hours. This is actual torture, even triggering. The last thing you wanted to do was revert to high school. Graduation was the happiest day of your life because it meant you never had to see those people again.

Or so you thought.

Rafe chuffs and lets out a groan. You don’t look up. He’s already proven he’s unhinged, it wouldn’t surprise you if he had full conversations with himself. He knocks the table and another long drone escapes him. The table jolts a second time and your laptop bounces. You sit up to see above the screen.

Rafe aims his phone at his lap. The way his other arm you can tell he’s holding his… you know. What the hell?!

You’re too embarrassed to call him out. You hope at least he doesn’t actually have it out. Oh god, he really has no shame.

You win and the cards stream down in celebration. Rafe makes another noise. A deep rasp that catches in his throat. Your skin is on fire. You should have left.

“Uh, where’s the bathroom?” You ask as you get up.

“Dammit,” he growls as he pumps his arm furiously. Is he– “I’m about to–”

Your mouth falls open and you stumble. You panic and quickly turn, nearly sprinting into the kitchen. You stagger through another doorway and down a hallway. You find a half bath and lock yourself inside.

You can’t unsee what you just saw. Why would he do that right there across from you? He’s sick and twisted!

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an-idyllic-novelist · 5 months

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Queen Bee-zlebub with gender neutral!reader platonic headcanons

warnings: alcohol and drug usage, non-consensual behavior, explicit language.

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Hey guys, and welcome to my first Helluva boss fanfic! I'd like to thank @thatstonedwriter for not only reading the draft of this piece, but also giving me feedback on the parts I initially struggled with writing out. Definitely check out their Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss content guys, it is amazing!

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and let's get this party started! :)

Being Beezle-bub’s friend definitely makes life in Hell interesting for you. Not only is she the Deadly Sin of Gluttony, but her parties are legendary; you never leave on an empty stomach, or feel dissatisfied.

Her power comes from her guest’s good vibes, so she knows if they are enjoying themselves or things are getting out of control, leaving her no choice but to step in and remedy the situation before the party’s mood goes sideways in the worst way possible. Case in point with Blitzø at Bee’s last party. He drank in the name of the sin of pride, instead of indulgence.

You met Queen Bee in her mansion during one of her weekend parties; nothing special, really. You were having a good time and challenged her to a friendly drinking contest. Loser would buy drinks next time they met. You didn’t win, but you came pretty damn close and thanked the Deadly Sin for indulging your whims, promising to buy her a drink when you met each other next time.

Polite, easygoing, and cheerful without a stick up your ass? You definitely won some brownie points with Queen Bee. More kudos would be earned if you’re honest with her.

Before the night was over, she invited you to a more exclusive party she’d be hosting in the following weeks. She will immediately follow you online if you have any social media accounts. Sinstagram is her main one to advertise her Beezle-juice and other products. Party invitations? Nope. Sorry, but those are her rules. You gotta know someone to come to her events, or know her to get permission to set a single foot on her property. She can’t keep stealing large quantities of drugs from Belphegor or else that asshole will keep changing the locks on her.

When you weren’t getting drunk or high as a kite with the Deadly Sin, you’d meet up somewhere in the Gluttony Ring and grab a drink. That’s actually what happened first, since you did promise to buy her shots after losing the drinking contest with her. From there, you’d either trade gossip at the local coffee shop that’s known for their killer frappuccinos, or just go window shopping.

If you see something you like, clothes, booze, or anything else? She’ll buy it as long as you come to her next party like you said you would. If you can’t make it because of work? She gets it, but just let her know as soon as you do, okay? She is a busy lady after all.

She’s all for fucking and getting fucked at her parties, but she shares Ozzie’s philosophy that consent makes it an art form. Non-con shit like drugging drinks or pushing someone into something they aren't down to doing? And someone pulls that kind of stunt on you, her bestie? Yeah, that son of a bitch is yeeted out of the goddamned window faster before anyone can blink and the party's over.

Vortex would definitely be happy to see you around the dance floor. Other than himself, you’re probably the only person that can calm down Bee if she’s super upset or angry. If you have time before you go home, you help him out with cleaning up the place or getting some hangover remedies prepped up in the kitchen for the the guests that were too fucked up to go home.

She’s definitely trying to reign in her temper, but it can be hard for her. When she gets in one of those dark moods, you’re only a phone call away, like you always tell her. And when she does call? You’re there in a heartbeat, or talk to her until she can finally relax and fall asleep.

Yeah…she’s really glad she met you.

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mcflymemes · 10 months

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PROMPTS FROM VARIOUS HORROR/SLASHER FILMS * assorted dialogue from scary movies i will never watch tbh :)

did you really call the police?

there is no death.

i told the others. they didn't believe me. you're all doomed.

i just can't take no pleasure in killing.

i don't really believe in motives.

there's just some things you gotta do. don't mean you have to like it.

if i concentrate hard enough, i can move things.

you must renounce this power. you must give it up.

there is something horrible happening in my house.

do you remember the thing you said on our wedding night?

you're going to die up there.

i've been afraid of storms ever since i was a little kid.

they're opening that place again?

at least i'm not afraid of ghosts.

my bed was shaking. i can't get to sleep.

you listen to me, you little bitch.

you sick fucks. you've seen one too many movies.

come on! it's gonna be a fun trip!

oh, that gun's no good.

you're such a sucker for it.

i've never sensed anything like it.

they die better that way.

you still haven't told me your name.

i was the killer!

somebody's there!

what are you doing out in this mess?

that's the last goddamn hitchhiker i ever pick up.

if i have any more fun today, i don't think i'm gonna be able to take it!

i don't think any of you have any idea of just how nasty what you did really was.

the devil exists. god exists. and for us, as people, our very destiny hinges upon which one we elect to follow.

you're doomed! you're all doomed!

what's your favorite scary movie?

shut your mouth!

hold me. please hold me.

you damn fool! you ruined the door!

i was at the slaughterhouse.

a second body was found in a ditch near the perimeter of the cemetery.

there's no need to do that.

what's that stench?

you're not even going to reprimand them? no punishment?

please help me!

you can't just let them kill me!

you never paid any attention!

i'll do anything!

sin never dies.

oh, that's blood all right.

you have a lot of spirits in here, but there is one i'm most worried about because it is so hateful.

are you alone in the house?

what an excellent day for an exorcism.

it knows what scares you. it has from the very beginning. don't give it any help, it knows too much already.

the power of christ compels you.

there's someone in this fucking room!

next time i catch anybody over there, i'm gonna have to run them in.

they're all gonna laugh at you!

we keep everything locked in here. feel free to look around.

hear that?

i'm the devil. now kindly undo these straps.

is there someone inside you?

don't go anywhere.

talk louder, i can't hear you!

you already cut me too deep! i think i'm dying here!

you fuckin' hit me with the phone, dick!

oh my god, i thought you were dead.

we all go a little mad sometimes.

this is the moment where the supposedly dead killer comes back to life for one last scare.

don't call me that!

you wanna get us killed!

come on, there's something you're not telling me.

you'll never come back again.

wanna see my trick shot? it's even better.

his body was never recovered from the lake after he drowned.

help me tie this around my waist.

you've never done this before.

when you hear it, you're gonna think we're insane.

it did that to your face?

everything you see in here is either haunted, cursed, or has been used in some kind of ritualistic practice.

watch it, you stupid shit.

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idolatrybarbie · 6 months

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for my fifty follower celebration! @bastardmandennis asked: dieter bravo and prompt no. 5— "ghosts aren't real, except when they are." it's scary story experiment...i haven't written horror in probably two years. enjoy the pretty graphic if nothing else.

rating & word count: mature | 2.8k

warnings: referenced substance abuse, mentions of alcohol, dieter is sober, one song-based joke (please get it plsplspls), reader is gender neutral, a good ol' haunting tale.

It’s late. How late? Excellent question.

You’re technically on vacation—one week out of fifty-six, when your boss takes his annual trip to Seoul to “unwind.” You’ve never asked him what that means, exactly. Better not to know what Dieter Bravo gets up to in the name of relaxation.

For the past thirty-four months, you’ve been working with the Hollywood troglodyte, following him around the world and across productions to take notes and document the goings on of his life. All of this in the hopes of ghostwriting his tell-all book. Technically, you were supposed to start outlining a manuscript this spring. The publisher doesn’t think you have enough material yet to make the memoir appetizing. What they don’t realize is that Bravo is not a very appetizing man.

He’s…odd. From the moment you first shook hands with him, you’ve felt an off presence surrounding him that you still can’t quite place, even almost three years later. He treats you more like an assistant than anything, asking you to fetch him coffee or an eight-ball; the request varies based on his mood. His actual assistant, Carla, is a bit of a shadow. Still, she’s there to share anxious backseat smiles with you on the way to Dieter’s red carpet appearances, a silent shoulder to lean on.

Sitting on the broken couch of your one bedroom apartment, you’ve lost focus of the Word document on the screen of your laptop. You’ve been transferring the last two months of paper notes to digital copies for the last three hours, resenting the task the longer it takes. Dieter wanted to experience the Swiss Alps before the first day of autumn, dragging you to the mountains for a six week stay. Apparently, they don’t have mobile connection at four thousand feet.

The thought crosses your mind to call it a night, leave the rest ‘til morning. This is your only real time to rest, after all. Before you can act upon it, though, your phone buzzes beside you. “Entry Of The Gladiators” blares from the pinhole of a speaker. The song has a Pavlovian effect on you, meeting the song with a sigh and the tick of your jaw.

“Dieter,” you answer, holding the phone to your ear.

“You picked up,” he says.

“Why are you calling?” You can’t hide the irritation in your voice. Shifting your laptop off of your thighs, you stand and stretch, wedging your cell between your cheek and shoulder.

“I just—I thought—”

“Aren’t you in South Korea?” you ask. Aren’t you supposed to be bothering someone else?

“Came back early. Got a bad vibe,” he says.

“A bad vibe?” you ask. “Come on, Dieter. That trip was important.” Important for you to have a social life for a sweet seven days, but also for him, too. If you remembered correctly, he was supposed to have a business meeting with Genesis Motor about starring in their new campaign of overseas commercials.

“I rescheduled with Genesis, everything’s fine. Don’t bitch at me,” Dieter says.

“I’m not—” you stop yourself, pausing mid-pace on the worn shag of your living room. Thirty-four months, and this is how he’s treating you? “You know what, fuck you. Fuck you, Dieter. My one week off from your crazy goddamn antics, and you’re fucking it all up. I’m done. Done.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” he urges.

“Calling the publisher in the morning, so you can find yourself a new ghostwriter.” Satisfaction rolls through you as you hang up on him, the tiny button on your screen giving you power. Yeah, fuck that guy. You plop back down on the on the couch, pulling your laptop back to you. Going through your hard drive, you start to load every file from the past three years with details on Dieter into the recycling bin.

Cold air rolls in from the window, cracked ajar to keep patchouli incense smoke away from the dingy plastic alarm on your ceiling. The rattling outside barely catches your attention, another noise lost to the wind. You blink. Blink again.

You know that feeling, like someone’s watching you? It’s a sense you’ve become mighty acquainted with in the last handful of years. Following a megastar around like a toddling penguin in his entourage tended to pull some attention back on you. When you look up your name, there are a handful of Variety articles, a PopCrave tweet or two that show up. A snapshot of your professional life, all in relation to Dieter. Over time, it’s gotten less uncomfortable. People love celebrities, and they just want to see them. Harmless.

But this feeling…you don’t want to look up from your screen. Continuing the task of putting every last document on Dieter in the desktop’s recycling bin, you switch over to a new tab when you’re done; search for something unimportant, waiting for this to pass. Your breath catches in your throat, heart skipping a beat. Finally, when you can’t fight the urge anymore, you turn and look.

Nothing. The smog-ridden navy sky of Los Angeles meets you with the pathetic twinkle of a far off star. You breathe in through your nose, then out again in a deep sigh. Nothing. Nothing’s there.

Exhaustion claims you when you aren’t paying attention. Your sleep is dreamless, for the most part. You hear a subtle dripping the whole night, searching for the source in the dark. With your eyes closed, the task is impossible. You let the noise come closer, long and loud enough now that you learn to tune it out. Nightmares of a leaky faucet; how odd.

You wake up in the bathtub, laptop beside you, pressed between your clothed thigh and the fiberglass. The faucet leaks steadily above your head, water dripping down onto your skin. It’s gotten all over your face, at the edges of your hairline, in your eyes. Spluttering, you sit up. Your scalp is damp. Water has seeped into the collar of your shirt. Certainly you didn’t settle on the idea of a bath in the middle of the night.

Before you can question it more, your cellphone rings from another room. Scrambling out of the tub, you almost slip and fall against the wall tiles. Getting a grip on the edge of the tub, you step a foot at a time onto the bathroom floor and pad to the living room. Your phone is wedged between the cushions of the couch. Wrenching it from the fabric, you answer on the last ring.

“Hello?”

“I need to see you.” Dieter. Again.

“Dieter, my mind hasn’t changed since last night.” Looking at the clock on the wall, it hasn’t even been twelve hours.

“This isn’t about that,” he says. “Can you just come over?” It almost sounds like he’s begging…almost.

“Look, I’m busy today.”

“Tonight then.” His voice cracks, and you can only imagine the wiry, wide-eyed man on the other end of the line. “Please,” he whispers.

In all of your time spent with Dieter Bravo, you have never heard him use his manners—much less ask for something with such desperate politeness tacked onto the request.

“Okay. Okay, fine. Tonight. Just…don’t do anything stupid, alright?” you ask.

“Yeah. Okay,” Dieter agrees. Then the phone call dies.

You really don’t have anything to do today, the Friday of your week away from Bravoland. Sitting on the couch, you look around your apartment, taking stock of the life you’ve cobbled together here. Instead of pride or nostalgia, it fills you with dread. The glassy frames holding photos of family and old friends make your skin crawl, their resin paper eyes boring holes into you as they stare. A chill crosses over your body, prickling at your arms. You go to close the living room window to find it already shut.

You stay out of the living room, hiding away from a sense of unease in your bedroom. Still, it lingers in your doorway. That watchful sense returns. Your eyes stay open, glued to the ceiling as you lay down. You can’t leave, but you can’t sleep. Keeping your eyes open seems to be all you have—like letting them flutter closed would be an invitation for the unease of the apartment to waltz in and consume you.

Time slows to a drag, the sun absent from the sky as the day passes you by. The grey light from the window bathes everything in an uncanny dullness. Your laptop still sits in the bathtub. When night finally falls, you exit the apartment without looking back. The door closes behind you with a slam. You don’t even touch the handle.

The drive into the Hollywood Hills is the only moment of peace you’ve had since you woke up in that bathroom. You refuse to acknowledge whatever is going on at your place. You’re overreacting. All the work has set you on edge, and now your mind is playing tricks on you.

Yeah, that’s what it is—the work. Fatigue. All those late nights transferring and taking notes, or following Dieter to club after club, waiting for him to finish snorting a full 8-ball outside bathroom doors. Most nights blur together these days, the only thing that differentiates them being the photographs you take and the date you write at the top of your notepad. Your calendar is dependent on what colour tie Dieter wears on The Tonight Show or Kimmel every handful of months.

The Bravo mansion is modest in comparison to some of the architectural monstrosities out this way. Still, it manages to intimidate you every time you see it. Slowly, you pull up to Dieter’s place and park in the cobblestone drive. If you squint, you can see the Hollywood sign through a thick pack of warbling trees.

The sun is not shining down on the house today as it usually is. Even here, on land deemed the pinnacle of both the American and Hollywood dream, the sky is painted an ugly pewter. The building looks shadowy in its height, the twin pair of art deco doors no longer a quirky, eccentric detail of the house but a gaping maw. The small windows that frame them, a result of Dieter’s obsession with triangles, look like raw and jagged teeth. You don’t bother to lock your car when you approach the front steps, using the metal knocker at the door.

It only takes a few moments for Dieter to appear, opening one door and giving you a once-over. He’s still in his pajamas, missing his usual lounging robe. The lack of sunglasses present on his face indicates to you that he’s not hungover (yet).

“You look like shit,” is the first thing he says to you.

“I can still go home, you know.” Taking a step back, you raise a brow at him and angle your body back towards your car. The threat is empty, of course. Nothing could send you back to that place; might as well sell it now.

“Shit—sorry. I’m sorry, come in,” Dieter corrects himself.

The door opens wider with the length of his arm, and you duck in past him. The air inside the house is permeated with must, a mix of mildew and unsettled dust. Usually, the sight of Dieter’s mansion reminds you of general unwash, not a horrible monster house. Today is special.

“So?” you ask, faux-irritation lacing your tone. “You wanted me over here. You know it’s my week off, right?”

“There’s something wrong,” Dieter says immediately. He peers around the edge of the front door before it shuts. He locks the door, then reaches up to fasten the deadbolt.

Immediately, that tells you that this is serious. Forgetting the unease at your own apartment, you ask, “Is your stalker back? She’s out there, isn’t she?”

“What?” Dieter asks. “No, it’s not that. Nothing outside.”

He walks past you and deeper into the house, leaving you no choice but to follow.

“What do you mean, outside?”

“There’s something wrong in the house,” he explains.

“Like…”

Dieter looks around, giving each shoulder a hyperbolic check. Then he walks closer, so close that you can smell his breath—bubblegum toothpaste and cigarettes. Your heart speeds up a little, the proximity eliciting a light jog in your chest. It’s not like man has never been this close, but the last time…

“A haunting,” he whispers.

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you, an airy chuckle that pushes Dieter back a few feet.

“Come on, Dieter,” you say.

His face pulls tighter, look severe. “I’m serious.”

“Are you high?” you ask. “I don’t smell any alcohol on you. Did you take something? Because I can call your sponsor if—”

“Will you listen to me?!” he roars over you. In the three years you’ve known him, Dieter has never yelled. He gets a little wild, antics more than slightly crazy, but he doesn’t raise his voice. You watch him closely, eyes wide, as he recomposes himself. “There is something wrong in this house. I can’t sleep, can barely eat. It feels like—like I’m never alone. Moreso than usual, okay? I’m waking up in strange parts of the house, and my shit’s in places it shouldn’t be. And I called Brad,” his manager, “and he thinks I’m full of shit. Thinks I’m on another bender. I just…fuck. I just need you to believe me.”

You blink. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Dieter parrots. His eyes are all glossy, ready to spill with fresh tears. You thought that you had seen all of this man, the barest and ugliest parts of him. Now, you see you were wrong. He looks sad. Scared.

“I believe you,” you sigh. “I believe you. What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know.”

“We could leave,” you suggest.

“No, no,” he insists. “I don’t think it’ll like that.” It.

“So then, what?”

“Stay here? With me,” Dieter says.

You should say no, heart racing now as blood rushes hot through your brain. Instead, you nod and follow him to his home theater, where he seems to be camping out. Dieter has too many candles lit not to be a fire hazard, with bagged snacks and bottles of water strewn about the floor and the plush horseshoe couch; the middle is stuffed with the same plush cushion as the back of the seats, making it more of a circular daybed than anything. Blankets are balled up at one end, two beaten up pillows next to them.

Dieter has the radio playing off of the luxury sound system, the large projector screen dark.

“I don’t think it likes noise,” he explains.

Dieter asks you to sit with him through the night, listening to shitty pop songs, car commercials, and every once in a while, FM radio static. He says the static is it, a creature he refuses to elaborate upon. He fists his hand into the blankets each time the station cuts out and turns to white noise.

This goes on for almost two hours. You start to get bored, and more pressingly, tired. Sleep calls to you, your mind settling the weirdness before as your imagination, and whatever is going on here a facet of Dieter’s. Is it possible for two people who haven’t seen each other in days, and live on opposite sides of town, to share in the same delusion? Surely. They had a name for it—folly of two.

That must be it. Working for a celebrity has finally driven you mad.

Leaning heavy against the cushions of the couch, you allow your eyes to slowly slip closed. Before the world disappears entirely, something is shaking you awake. No, not something, but Dieter. His wide palm is grasped over your shoulder, swaying you back and forth violently in his grip.

“What? What is it?” you growl.

“You can’t sleep,” he says.

“You’re fucking kidding me.” Your irritation skyrockets as you sit up, pulling out your phone to scroll through your contacts.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling your goddamn sponsor, so he can do his fucking job and I can get some shut eye.”

Dieter says your name; you ignore him, pressing ‘call’. “Please, don’t do that.” He tries to grab the phone from your hand, but you get up from the couch, out of reach. You want to believe him, you do, but you have no faith. You can't do this anymore; won't entertain the delusion any longer.

The line rings for thirty seconds before the sponsor finally picks up.

“Hi, is this Jo—” you stop yourself. A deep, heavy breathing sounds off from the other end of the line. “Hello?”

“Hang up,” Dieter whispers, shaking his head. You raise a finger at him. “Hang up!”

He moves from his lax position, kneeling up far enough to snatch your cell phone away and end the call.

“What the fuck?”

“It’s—”

“There is no it!” you yell. “There is nothing here, Dieter! No one is out to get you, or watching you. No one cares, okay? Ghosts aren’t real.”

Dieter watches you, and you watch him back. Holding a steely gaze, you don’t register the fizzle-pop of light bulbs around the two of you until they’ve already exploded. Shards of hot glass fly from the fixtures and land on the carpeted floor. All at once, the flame at each wick of Dieter’s candles is snuffed out. You stand still, frozen in complete darkness.

Dieter uses your phone for light, the screen illuminating the hollows of his face.

“Except when they are.”

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedrostories #50 followers

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valeriumm · 8 months

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the only thing you deserve pt.2

cw: heavy degrading, spanking, face slapping, spitting, choking, rough sex, hickeys, scratching, whining, hiding, gagging, head, crying

part 2 is much more graphic i would say so this is an important warning ⚠️

(public humiliation)

NSFW (minors dni)

georgenotfound × fem!reader

-i’m nice and decided to finish this 8 months later-

“baby, come on, you know i wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, you know i love you” you hear george call out, still looking for you as sapnap follows behind him.

you start to shake as you here him get closer, your breathing gets heavy as you run to find him before he finds you, you assume this will lighten your punishment.

“george please, i’m sorry, don’t punish me.” you whisper holding on to him. sapnap stands behind the two of you as george hugs you, sapnap looking jealous. “just because i love you doesn’t mean i’m gonna show it” george says, his thick british accent taking over his speech.

you sigh in defeat. just because you’re acting like you’re tired, doesn’t mean you are.

“don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you, love” he says smirking. “sap, why don’t you and karl give me some time to treat my slut of a girlfriend, clearly she needs it. i’ll come back soon.” george picked you up, leaving sapnap in the middle of the house on the phone with karl.

“come on baby, you couldve avoided this if you just asked me” he says laying you down on the bed, legs spread, caressing your beautiful face he can’t wait to ruin. you can’t respond, the most you could do is look in his eyes.

the only thoughts running through your head were ‘how could someone so beautiful and innocent be such a kinky fuck?’ you lightly smile, george saw this and didn’t like how happy you seemed to be getting punished.

“hm, why do you seem so happy y/n davidson?” he replaces your last name with his, and smiles “one day” he whispers into your mouth as he kisses you. he pulls away and all you could say was “hurry!” you whine making him strip you again.

“i’m still gonna be rough” he says as he makes slow movements, that were gentle. you loved why george was like this, but it wasn’t often he would be rough with you. you wanted to take this chance and let him ruin you.

his movements get more rough

he grabs your hair and forces you’re head to hang off the bed. he pulls his pants and boxers off and taps your mouth with his hard cock. you open your mouth and he takes control over you. he fucks your throat as your saliva and his cum drop down your face, he hears u gag and forces himself deeper.

you lose your breath as you grab at george’s thigh and hand. he pulls out and his cum paints your face, and neck.

george smiles and lays you down on his bed.

“you’ll be fine” he reassures you. george starts touching you, you couldn’t hold it in, you were too desperate.

“george-“ you try to speak but he pushes himself in, deeper than you thought he could go. “ah” you moan loudly. this was george’s goal, to please you and make sapnap and karl jealous.

george pounds in and out of you, hard and deep, with the perfect constant pace. he was touching up and down your body, alternating between holding your waist, hips, and face, while the other held your hands.

his eyes stayed on your boobs, watching them bounce up and down, just so perfectly. he couldn’t take anymore. he came inside of you with one last groan and hard thrust.

but you still didn’t finish, you were so close too.

“george, but, i still, i still didnt-“ you say as george covers your mouth “fuck you” he says putting his clothes on and walking out the room.

the bitch was getting you back.

you assumed george wasn’t coming back anytime soon, so you decided to finish by yourself.

you start to finger your self, feeling george’s cum leak out of your stretched hole. goddamn did that feel good. you felt your orgasm coming, aswell as a pair of eyes. two pairs actually. and a camera?

there they were, george, and sapnap. but george was holding his phone. you assumed it was karl, but he put his phone in his pocket. he was definitely recording you.

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IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO MAKE BUT I WAS WAITING FOR 50 NOTES TO START IT WHICH I NEVER GOT SO ENJOY THIS

#georgenotfound #gnf #georgenotfound smut #gnf smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #dsmp x reader

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sugarwithtea · 1 year

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Hello can you do 3 14 and 12 from fluff2 plz

rise and shine | jhs

pairing : boyfriend!hoseok x reader

genre : fluff, humour

rating : sfw

summary : hobi wakes you up but you are being whiny.

word count : 793

warnings : swearing

author's note : this one was a very cute request, thankyou so much!! also, thanks to @oddinary4bts for beta-ing this cute guy so quickly hehe! ily!

prompt : "good morning, sweetie" + "sad...i have a blanket with all this extra room and no one to share it with." + "your hugs are nice.." from this list.

Were your dreams always so colorful?

Or is it something which happened after the entry of a certain someone in your life?

Well, sadly, you aren't able to dwell on that feeling too much because that certain someone has been trying to wake you up for the last 15 minutes.

"Good morning, sweetie." He adds the pet name just to annoy you. Bastard.

"Hobi please," you whine and pull the blanket over your head.

It's fucking 10 am.

This guy can't be serious to wake you up this early on a goddamn Sunday.

"Rise and shine, sunshine," he almost yells – or you feel like he does because your state is still partially lucid.

"Call me an emo bitch. I am not a sunshine" you grumble and turn the other side.

You snuggle deeper into your bed when there's no noise from him but then grimace a second layer when he suddenly opens up the curtains.

"Ah. Just met an emo bitch named sunshine."

"Hobi. I don't need memes on a Sunday morning."

He laughs as he comes near you and his scent invades your senses.

It's comfortable, colorful and very warm. You have a habit of describing people and scents with colors, and Hobi feels like yellow mixed with pink. But he also has an alter-aura – if that's a thing – which gives off severe deep orange and emerald vibes. And as always, your morning thoughts do not make any sense.

He pats your cheek twice and pinches it, as you squirm in your place like a child and roll away from him, lying on your stomach.

A sigh sounds out in the room and you realize it's his Sunday morning too. You aren't tired or exhausted, you are just being lazy. And if he has been trying to wake you up from the past few minutes, you feel that you should comply with him.

So, grumbling absolute gibberish, you roll over and sit up in bed, and almost immediately something hits your head.

"Ow."

It's pink and squishy. With those signature Kaws symbols. Fucking Hoseok.

"Oh my god I'm-" he doubles down while laughing as you take the fluff toy in your hand, "I'm sorry. I thought you wouldn’t wake up so I was," ha ha ha the only sound that comes out of him as he sits down on the floor with his hand on his tummy, "I was going to hit you with it, but you sat up suddenly. Oh my god."

Your grumbling doesn't stop as he straightens up and looks at you cheerfully, enjoying your disheveled state.

"I was waking up for your sake but now I'm ughh," you whine and sit back against the headboard, moving your blanket here and there.

"Now you are what?" he tries, holding his laughter in with pursed lips.

"Sad … I have a blanket with all this extra room and no one to share it with." You also spread your blanket to emphasize your statement and look down with a pout.

He laughs and your pout turns into a small smile, held back by you chewing the inside of your cheeks. Your hands are still fluffing up the blanket when he pulls it out of your hand. You look up, surprised, and watch him getting into the bed, pulling the blanket over his legs with his mouth set in a triangle.

"This is all because I love you," he grumbles and you smile brighter than the sun. You know he does this because he loves you, but you also know how much he enjoys your lazy shenanigans. It's just a matter of how long it will take him to break his character – which convinces absolutely no one.

You snuggle up to his side and look up at him with that same shit-eating grin of yours. It's a hobby. Annoying your boyfriend is your hobby. And you love it – as much as you love him. You wrap your hand around his torso, as you lay your head on his chest, eyes closing at the feeling of utter comfort.

And of course, he breaks. Not even a second later his hand finds solace on your waist and he tugs you closer (if possible). The way you can feel his smile shining on his face, even with your eyes closed, makes it impossible to stop the rising feeling in your chest. You can never ask for a better Sunday morning than being wrapped up in his arms.

"Your hugs are so nice-"

"Always, yes. One of my talents," he cuts you off and you let him continue about how useful his talents are for you.

And certainly, you can't deny it. Because there is nothing in your life that you value more than Jung Hoseok.

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ninchen1909 · 1 year

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The Teacher and the Mob Boss -Chapter 4-

Warnings: cursing, implied cheating

Word count:~2.300

Her words rush through my head again and again and an immense sadness rises in me, Linda notices immediately what she has triggered in me with her words. A sardonic grin forms on her lips while she lets her eyes glide over my body with a contemptuous look. In feigned pity, she puts a hand on my forearm, which I immediately shake off and take a few steps away from her, "Bucky never said anything about a girlfriend or even a fiancée." I hate myself for sounding so vulnerable, only after his speech yesterday and the messages this morning, I thought he really wanted to get to know me.

However, it seems this was all a goddamn lie and I was stupid enough to fall for it. My self-pity is replaced by anger and disappointment, and a cold mask settles on my face.

It takes everything I have not to punch her in the face after her next words, "Oh honey, you didn't really think you had a chance with him, look at you, a woman like you doesn't fit him, the name Linda Pierce means something in our world after all. You're way too naive and too good-natured for our world. He needs someone like me by his side, someone who knows how to act, someone who knows how to deal with all the violence and secrets in this world. And also someone who looks like he would fit into this world, and unfortunately you don't. You would have been a nice pastime for him, he would have had fun with you and would have dropped you afterwards. You know, you should really be grateful to me for warning you about him." Her words make me livid, how I'd love to rub her face straight against the wall, but I tell myself Barnes isn't worth it.

And strictly speaking she's right with her last sentence, I'm thankful she had told me, because he certainly wouldn't have. So I try to swallow my anger and resentment by quietly counting to ten before something strikes me: "Why are you so calm about it, I mean you know your fiancé would cheat on you at any opportunity. Why do you stay with him?" for a brief moment her arrogant grin falls and I get a clear view of the vulnerable side of this woman, however she quickly catches herself and brings the sneering smile back to her lips," You know sweetheart, a man like James can give you everything, money, fame, respect his name opens the doors to many opportunities."

When her words reach my brain, I can't help but laugh contemptuously, I can tell she's surprised by my reaction. But if she thinks I'm going to break down in front of her and start crying like a little hurt girl, she's wrong: "You know, sweetheart," I emphasize the pet name extra snidely, "you really deserve a guy like Barnes, a cheating, bullshitting asshole and an arrogant, smug bitch who's only interested in material things. Sounds like the perfect Disney romance doesn't it? You really deserve each other and I wish you both all the best. And now I'm asking you to leave school right now, because some people want to earn their own living, not rely on marrying rich someday." I look at her astonished and dumbfounded face, it's probably the first time in her life that someone has talked to her like that.

I walk around her, to the door of my classroom, just as I'm about to push the door handle down, I think of something:" Oh, and if you happen to run into Barnes today, please tell him to never show his face in my apartment again. I'm certainly not playing side-chick in your relationship," I give Linda a deprecating look over my shoulder before I enter my classroom and let the door fall shut behind me, only to leave it in the hallway.

I use the rest of the time I have left to calm myself down, surprisingly I don't feel any sadness, only anger, disappointment and also some shame that I got involved with Barnes so recklessly. I really bought what he said yesterday and believed him. However, he was apparently just pulling his usual tactics on me, and like probably many women before me, I fell for in. When I realize it's time to greet the kids, I try to swallow my anger as best I can so as not to make the kids feel like they did something wrong.

So I give each of them the best smile I can muster at that moment, and make them feel like everything is okay. As fate would have it, however, the last student I have to greet is Charlotte, and of course she's not alone.

Because standing right next to her, holding a huge bouquet of flowers, is a grinning Steve. With a cheerful "Good morning Mrs. (y/l/n)" Charlotte storms past me and immediately joins her classmates. I watch her go, smiling, because no matter what an ass her father is, it's not his daughter's fault. I see out of the corner of my eye how Steve approaches me before he clears his throat quietly to draw his attention to me: "Good morning (y/n), I hope it's ok if I call you that, Bucky has told me so much about you though that I feel like I already know you myself." I pull my eyebrows together but don't have it in me to better him.

He holds the flowers under my nose and I look at them closer, the bouquet is really beautiful. A mixture of purple and pink roses, edged with white baby's breath shines out at me. Flowers are apparently really his thing, however, I must confess that this is probably by far the most beautiful and probably also the most expensive bouquet I have ever seen, let alone received as a gift. Once again I let my eyes roam over it, suppressing the slight hint of joy which comes over me. "Buck asked me to give this to you, he was really disappointed that he couldn't see you himself this morning. He also wanted me to tell you that he's really looking forward to the date tomorrow. And just between you and me, I've never seen him so excited and happy about a woman before," he gives me a bright smile, revealing his perfect teeth.

I get chills down my spine though, I totally forgot about the date in all this excitement. Again anger comes up in me at his audacity, how can he ask me out on a date while he is engaged. What an asshole. So I do what I think is right in this situation and push the bouquet back into Steve's hand, he looks confused back and forth between the flowers and me, I realize he is about to say something but I beat him to it" tell Barnes to stay away from me and that apart from here at school I never want to see him again. The guy is dead to me. I may not be the jackpot, but I deserve better than a cheating, lying asshole like Barnes." I turn on my heel, leaving the second person today just standing there in the hallway.

During class, I notice my cell phone vibrating over and over, indicating incoming messages. But since I can already imagine exactly who they are from, I skillfully ignore them. The rest of the school day drags on endlessly, and a relieved feeling makes itself felt in my chest when the bell finally rings to signal the end of the school day. So, together with the children, I go out onto the school grounds to hand them over to their parents and the bus drivers, so that my students arrive safely at home.

However, even from a distance, I notice the white, shiny Mercedes parked in the parking lot, and leaning against it, arms folded in front of his chest, is the person I least want to see at the moment. Charlotte doesn't seem to have noticed him yet, she's far too busy debating with another girl from my class. Our eyes meet, and I see him push off from the car and come my way. When he's about halfway there, Charlotte catches his eye and runs up to him with a loud "Papa!", beaming with joy. He intercepts her with a smile and lifts her up, only to press a quick kiss to her cheek, meanwhile coming closer and closer to me. "Dad, can we please wait until Mia is picked up, otherwise she will have to wait alone" Charlotte points to the girl she was talking to just now and looks at her father out of big blue eyes. "Sure we can wait a little while monkey. But please stay close to me" Barnes sets his daughter back down on the ground before she immediately runs back to her friend.

He bridges the last few steps in my direction while I keep my gaze stubbornly fixed on the two girls. I feel his hand, accompanied by a soft "Princess", resting on my forearm. Jerking, I move my head in his direction and shake off his hand before putting as much distance between us as I can. The confusion is written all over his face and he tilts his head slightly, "Ok, what's going on here, this morning everything was fine and you replied to my message normally and now you can't even look at me properly." I recognize the clear confusion in his voice, however I also hear a slight hint of annoyance.

I let out a disdainful snort, "I can certainly look at you, I just don't want to look at you anymore. There's a difference" His confusion grows: "And why is that?" I roll my eyes: "If I really have to tell you this now, you really are dumber than I thought. But if we're being honest, I'm the biggest idiot in the world anyway, because I really believed your words yesterday, and I really thought that underneath your whole playboy-mobster getup, there was actually a more sensitive side." With every word I say, I can tell the confusion in him is growing. "Ok princess, I really don't understand anything anymore, the only thing I know is that we had a nice evening yesterday and I felt so comfortable with you, like with no woman before. And now you're standing in front of me and for some reason you're mad at me. So what the fuck is going on?" faster than I can react, he puts his hands gently on my shoulders and pulls me a little closer to him.

He studies my face, noticing every emotion in it. It seems that he really doesn't know anything about what I'm talking about, and to my surprise I can see real sadness and uncertainty in his eyes. As I get ready to answer him, I am interrupted by the bright and artificially friendly voice of Mia's mother, who beckons me to join her. I give a slight nod to indicate that I'll be with her in a moment, before turning to Bucky once more "Just go away, I don't need a guy like you in my life. You said yesterday that I get everything from you that I want is that true?" I raise an eyebrow and look at him waiting, I get his answer through a broken nod," Good, then I want you to stay away from me, understood, I don't want to see or hear from you anymore. You are from today only the father of one of the children from my class. As you should have been from the very beginning. So goodbye Mr. Barnes" I push him away from me and look at him with a cold mask of contempt, something in my look seems to tell him that I am serious, because he nods silently to me before he waves his daughter to him and disappears with her in the direction of his cars.

After giving Mrs. Thomas a brief summary of Mia's day, I quickly gather my things and head toward my car. As I sit in the car, I feel my cell phone vibrate another time, and with a deep sigh, I dig it out of my pocket. 17 new messages are displayed to me over the course of the entire day.

The last message was sent only a few seconds ago, this jumps immediately in my eye: "I will accept your wish for now and keep my distance. But you know as well as I do that I can't do that for long, you are already too important to me. Please just tell me what's going on, because I really don't know what happened that you seem to hate me so much within a few hours. But I want to understand and I want to work on it. Please don't shut me out of your life, I want to be a part of it and I want you to be a part of mine too. Please get back to me when the initial anger has passed and you want to talk."

With a frustrated groan, I toss my phone onto the passenger seat, who does this guy think he is? With a frustrated sigh, I drop my head against the back of the car seat and take a deep breath. This man is driving me up the wall.

#bucky imagine #Buck Barnes x Reader #Mob boss bucky #mob bucky x reader #mob bucky au #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader

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solaarbeeam · 1 year

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ANIME GUYS WITH A TALL READER

MULTIFANDOM | FT. RENSUKE (BLLK), MIYA TWINS (HQ), KIRISHIMA & SERO (MHA)

(since this is technically a request from atlas, this'll be race non-specified, i'll make another version with black reader <3)

(this may ft. a part 2 with mostly bllk men so pspspsp atlas)

RENSUKE KUNIGAMI | BLLK

somebody please help this man bc how come he just doesn't care

this man really don't give a shit, he likes to be picked up like a fucking koala

even in the timeskip, even when y'all grew in height, he still managed to not give a fuck

niggas be teasing him for it too

"hey listen, if i get babied, i get babied" - rensule kunigami 2023

an overall sweetheart someone please take care of him for me pls

ask this man to be your step-stool he will do so

you often have to bend down to kiss him, which he doesn't mind, except for the fact that he has to get on his tippy toes to reach you even when you bend down

i'd like to mention that your like- aspen type height

all in all, we love this man

THE MIYA TWINS

LORD HELP THESE 2 ABSOLUTE LOSERS

but fr reality pls go and help them

they saw you for the first time and said "damn, thats a huge bitch"

now in atsumu's case

he's an absolute bitch about it

he acts like he hates it like the loser he is but he actually loves it

timeskip wise, even when y'all BOTH grew, he still happened to be smaller than you

and yk what that means

THE WHOLE MSBY TEAM BITCHES HIM ABT IT

"damn your s/o is taller than you? couldn't be me." - kiyoomi sakusa 2023

even meian got on it

he secretly loves it though, since let's be honest, the guy is the older twin, so he had to harbor responsibility for a lot of things as a kid and didn't have someone to quite literally lean on and pick him up when he needed it

you were safe to him

although you gotta admit, the comments did eventually get to you eventually

there was this lil tiktok goin around about you and your height for a while

had people defending you and people hating you

atsumu hadn't seen the thing since his P.R. team and Meian had literally banned this nigga from his phone so he had no idea what had happened

you were slouching and kneeling down, and atsumu noticed

lord behold the story he seen when he got his phone back

the way he literally went on live, with you in the background, driving around, and went off on the internet

this man was on instagram live callin everyone a hoe, whore, everything in the fucking book, you name it, he said it.

he loves you and your height, don't forget it

NOW, OSAMU

he's always been a "fomo" type person, so he really never gave a fuck

he just wants someone to cuddle him, bear hug him, and koala hug him after a long day

and lets be honest, he's into tall people

he really couldn't give a fuck

sunarin, atsumu, people like to make fun of him for it. as he is literally inbetween your thighs, resting, and scrolling on his phone in complete comfort as they do it

his fomo is real, and he loves you and thats all that matters to him

KIRISHIMA & SERO

LETS GET IT

kirishima is not for toxic masculinity and all that jazz

this man was raised by 2 moms, cmon now he was taught everything, and one thing he was taught by his second mom, was that tall people were always the best option

and goddamn is he thankful that his mama told him that

I MEAN LOOK AT YOU

YOU'RE TALL ENOUGH IT LOOKS LIKE YOU COULD BENCH PRESS HIM

and he finds it hot

piggyback rides 25/8, he likes to get them or will get on your shoulders and ride around if possible

he'll also give you massages

yes, the bakusquad makes fun of him for it, but last time he checked bakugou was 5'8 so there's no way he's talking

someone help this man he's infatuated with you existence

even as a prohero, this man is gonna brag abt you all day and all night

NOW SERO

similar situation with osamu, fomo is real, this man dont give a fuck

he'd rather you just sling him over your shoulder instead of walking everywhere

he even comes into class with him on your shoulder and just stays like that for the rest of the lesson, yes aizawa is tired but he dont care

as long and you can cuddle him and deal with his daddy issues + attachment issues, he had no problem with you being several inches taller than him

if you love him, you love him, and thats all that matters to him <3

copyrighted ayojordanstopscreaming 2023.

#[ bandana ! ]#kunigami rensuke #rensuke kunigami x reader #tall reader #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #hanta sero x reader

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goth-oatmilk-latte · 5 months

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I DIDNT TELL YOU GUYS ABOUT MY EXPERIENCE ON MY HOT GIRL COFFEE WALK YESTERDAY.

so i was walking back and was prob about a half mile from my house, at the last place i needed to cross a street, which is a fairly busy intersection so im truly at the mercy of stoplights. and i have noise cancelling headphones so i cannot hear a thing around me and thats honestly how i like it. from growing up and walking everywhere in NY im pretty aware of things around me. so as im walking some man looks me up and down and gives me a nod and i just ignore it and try to go about my day, i do faintly hear him yelling for my attention but i dont care and keep going...PLEASE TELL ME WHY homie waited until i got to the crosswalk and was waiting to cross the street to PULL MY HEADPHONES OFF ME and go "yo ma i was trying to get your attention whats your name girl you're fine" and i just looked at him and went "my name is fuck off before you find out. i will fucking end you. do not EVER touch someone. period"

and as if the initial audacity wasnt enough, he goes "man why do women always gotta do men like this this why aint no one like yall fucking bitches thats why yall single, fucking dusty ass, like youre too good for someone ass bitch" and I told him it was probably bc i dont owe anyone shit for goddamn fuck. man walked away talking to himself about how women arent shit and some guy waiting in the bus stop just goes "hey man, id leave her alone and just keep moving, i dont think youre gonna have a good time if you dont stop."

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK LIKE??????? WHY DO MEN FEEL SO EMBOLDENED TO JUST TOUCH WOMEN LIKE THAT LIKE HELLO???? I WAS FINNA STAB HIM IM NOT JOKING. LIKE DO NOT. TOUCH. ME. EVER. I AM NOT A TOUCH GIRL, I DONT LIKE BEING TOUCHED.

but also dont ever touch strangers??? and also dont act like youre entitled to someone's time or energy???

im just...what the fuck. i just wanted to go for a hot girl walk and get a coffee 😭

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goodnightmemes · 1 year

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DEXTER SEASON THREE SENTENCE STARTERS (PART TWO)

Lines taken from s03e09 - s03-e12 of the show Dexter. Feel free to change pronouns or edit in any way to better fit your needs. Here is part one.

❛ It's like there was an imbalance in the world, and we righted it, with our own hands. ❜

❛ I feel real. Like, maybe for the first time in my life. ❜

❛ If I knew where [name] was, I'd tell you. ❜

❛ All right, all right, you're right. I know where he is. I can show you. ❜

❛ You don't have to keep on checking on me. ❜

❛ He's held life and death in his hands. He likes it. ❜

❛ So how do I crack this sick fuck's brain? ❜

❛ I am not having a goddamn affair, okay? ❜

❛ I just needed space. I've got everything falling apart around me now. ❜

❛ You keep going off half-cocked. How am I supposed to trust you? ❜

❛ I didn't tell you because I know you wouldn't approve. ❜

❛ Whatever happened to serving justice? ❜

❛ I should have told you. It was a chickenshit thing to do, and I abused your trust. ❜

❛ Look. I'm a big boy. I know what I'm doing. Eventually, you're gonna trust that too. ❜

❛ He thinks he's untouchable. He's not. It's time he learned that. ❜

❛ For you, I'll do everything in my power. ❜

❛ Too many people are affected when the innocent die. ❜

❛ I'd be a fool not to follow your lead. I think you're gonna save my life. ❜

❛ I have to go look at some blood. Evidence. For a crime. ❜

❛ I'm sorry. We didn't mean to get your family caught up in this, all right? ❜

❛ What can you do? Nothing! ❜

❛ You gotta help me, or I can't do anything to help you. ❜

❛ It's me. It's okay. You're safe. ❜

❛ You found me. ❜

❛ I can't go home. There's too much silence. ❜

❛ He's been using me the whole time. ❜

❛ I'm responsible if [name] takes another innocent life. ❜

❛ I think we should just stay out of it. ❜

❛ They're gonna think that we slept together! ❜

❛ I mean, if my show does not make people vomit and have an erection at the same time, then I've let my audience down. ❜

❛ Hey, I'm not giving up on our friendship. ❜

❛ For someone so innocent, he sure looks guilty. ❜

❛ I am indeed a good friend to have. And one can never have too many friends, right? ❜

❛ I feel like Cinderella. Except for the whole Disney virgin thing. ❜

❛ Oh, don't worry. No one'll know Prince Charming knocked ya up before the ball. ❜

❛ You're sorry? Well, you can take your sorry and shove it up your ass! ❜

❛ Hey, I just wanted to say, I never meant for any of this to go down the way it did, you know? ❜

❛ I messed up. I wanted to apologize to your face. ❜

❛ You lying son of a bitch! You almost got me killed! ❜

❛ I am not the enemy here. ❜

❛ You feel guilty? You feel responsible for what happened to me? ❜

❛ Shit. You're bleeding. You're gonna need new stitches. ❜

❛ I need for you to seriously think about this. Think about us. ❜

❛ Wine... invented for the sole purpose of handling grief. Believe me, I know. ❜

❛ You've always been important to me. You know that. ❜

❛ Please don't hate me, but I may have done a bad thing. ❜

❛ You are too good a liar. ❜

❛ I don't know when you're telling the truth anymore. ❜

❛ Cause after all... familia is sacred. ❜

❛ I know what it is to want to rebalance an unbalanced world. ❜

❛ Some doors should stay shut. You open it, it's too easy to walk through it a second time. ❜

❛ Well, at least I didn't teach him how to get away with murder. I'm learning. ❜

❛ God. You are useless. Love you anyway. ❜

❛ I didn't get to where I am, who I am, by letting some little worm like you walk all over me! ❜

❛ I am the last person you wanna fuck with, because I will fuck you back in ways you never even imagined! ❜

❛ Wow. I didn't get it before, but you can't be reasoned with, guilted, or controlled. ❜

❛ I'll do what I want, when I want, to whomever I want! Count on it! ❜

❛ My search for connection always ends in blood. ❜

❛ As challenging as it will be, it's back to option one. I kill him. ❜

❛ So this is how it ends. I've pictured it a thousand ways, but never this. ❜

❛ Must be what your victims feel like. Trapped, hopeless. ❜

❛ You got any more words of encouragement, or are you just here to gloat? ❜

❛ I should have fucking killed [name] when I had the chance. ❜

❛ That's fucking hilarious! You were freaked, right? ❜

❛ For a smart guy, sometimes he doesn't have the good sense that God gave little chickens. ❜

❛ A true friend knows when to bury the hatchet, because friendship is a sacred bond, built on trust. ❜

❛ I have learned so much from you about, uh... trust. ❜

❛ Things are bound to go wrong. The less left to chance the better. ❜

❛ You always look so happy to see me. ❜

❛ Getting married's easy. All you have to do is show up. ❜

❛ I need to be with somebody who's got his shit together. ❜

❛ You're the only one he trusts. ❜

❛ Well, it's really hard to find people that you trust these days. ❜

❛ I could hear it, you know? The sound of the blade cutting into me. That and, uh... the sound of me screaming. Like it was somebody else. And I remember thinking, "That guy screaming...he's gonna die." ❜

❛ If home is where the heart is, where do you go when you don't have a heart? ❜

❛ So why is it every time I look at you, I still feel the same way I felt when we first met? ❜

❛ They make a cute couple. Too bad they're both lying through their teeth. ❜

❛ And this is, "Do as I say, not as I do"? ❜

❛ If you need something under the table, I'm your guy. That didn't come out right. ❜

❛ So, now you know. Question is, what are you gonna do? ❜

❛ I need your word this stays between us. ❜

❛ Yes, whenever you have an earth-shattering, ball-crushing, mind-fuck of a secret, you should tell your fucking sister. ❜

❛ You're the hardest-working person I know, you're loyal to a fault. In all the years I've known you, you've never let me down. ❜

❛ I know I crossed the line here. I know that now. It doesn't have to come to this. ❜

❛ I had higher hopes for you, for us. But I finally just have to accept it, I'll always be alone. ❜

❛ I tried. I tried to crack that damn armor of yours. ❜

❛ I know you better than anyone else. ❜

❛ I know I'm a monster. ❜

❛ I accept you, like a brother. ❜

❛ I didn't plan to, but it was kill or be killed. ❜

❛ You little freak! You think I'm done with you? You think this ends here? It doesn't! ❜

❛ There are few milestones in life that evoke a stronger response than our final act. Death. ❜

❛ We all react in different ways to death. Some choose anger. Others cling to ritual. ❜

❛ You can tell a lot about a person by the friends he keeps. ❜

❛ That was awkward. I don't think I've ever been asked to leave a funeral before. ❜

❛ You lost a friend. You don't have to be so strong. ❜

❛ [name] warned you that his death wasn't gonna be the end of things. ❜

❛ Can't kill him. Can't ignore him. ❜

❛ You know, Dad would be proud. That still means something, no matter how flawed he was. ❜

❛ Well, then tell me. How am I supposed to live with this? ❜

❛ I'm the only one that knows, I think. It's not even that big of a deal. ❜

❛ We all have secrets we prefer not to share. Skeletons. Feel free to keep yours in the closet. Deep in the closet. ❜

❛ Look, these people have nothing to do with this. This is between you and me, right? ❜

❛ I should put a bullet in your head. In front of everybody. So they can see what it's like to lose someone. ❜

❛ So you don't really have to bother with reality. That must be nice. ❜

❛ Until you came into our life, everything was fine. ❜

❛ I spent my whole life trying to hold it together, and now it's all gone to shit. ❜

❛ Someday your kids will be old enough to see the truth for themselves, just like you did with your father. ❜

❛ The sins of the father go on and on, from kid to kid to kid, unless someone - you - chooses to end them. ❜

❛ There is no possible way that us being together is a mistake. ❜

❛ You hold on to that personal life. Reminds us what's important. ❜

❛ I've been scared of it coming to this your whole life, a violent end. I tried to protect you. ❜

❛ This is my fault for not trusting you. ❜

❛ You did the best you could. ❜

❛ I've never seen you cry before. ❜

❛ I've never wanted anything so much in my life. ❜

❛ You are the best thing that has happened to me. ❜

❛ I had a choice. I chose you. Your turn. ❜

❛ Oh, I have my excuses and justifications, but, really, I just... need to. ❜

❛ So really, you're just a killer, a monster. The stuff of nightmares. ❜

❛ A wolf would chew off its own paw, its survival instinct is that fierce. So is mine. ❜

❛ We all have secrets. In that way, I'm just like everyone else. ❜

❛ All my previous attempts at human connection have ended in... well, death. ❜

❛ Sure, I'm still who I was, who I am. Question is, what do I become? ❜

❛ Right now, at this moment, I'm content. Maybe even happy. And I have to admit, when all is said and done... life is good. ❜

#rp meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #rp sentence meme #roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #rp prompt #rp memes #inbox meme #sentence starter meme #*tv #*Dexter

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mischief-lies-and-stories · 6 months

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Loki Episode 4 Incoherent Thoughts

I know we have two more episodes. I know it's (probably) gonna be fine. But goddamn, guys.

I hope this episode doesn't completely disprove the end of my fic so soon.

Also the word Heart in the title is turning me into more of an absolute Fool

This intro is making me very upset

HOW DID THIS RECORDING GET BACK TO THE TVA IN THE WAR ROOM

OH SHIT

OH FUCKING SHIT

NO YOU'RE NOT, YOU DOUCHE

Welp, already. Before the title card. Damn.

Why does the door stay open at the end of the last episode for Loki and Mobius, but close immediately in this one though?

Sylvie!

Wait no Heart is in the title.

I SWEAR TO GOD IF RENSLAYER AND MINUTES END UP TOGETHER AND THE ONLY GAY REP WE GET IS THE VILLAIN LADY AND THE ANIMATED CLOCK I'M GONNA LOSE IT

Loki being soft and gentle is KILLING ME

You didn't need to give me that long of a shot on that screen. I know the future's approaching.

B15 I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

Fucking hell I love this. I want the end of this so bad to be lokius and Sylvie as my trio but not a throuple.

Gaybies!

His number two fan!

LOOK AT CASEY BACK THERE SMILING LIKE A PROUD BOYFRIEND I'M SORRY I SHIP THESE TWO SO BAD

ANOTHER REASON WHY HIS NAME IS OUROBOROS I'M DYING

OH MY GOD HE SAID THE THING OB YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THE THING I'M SCREAMING

OH MY GOD THIS IS KILLING ME

SYLVIE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE HERE

OB YOU MADE MINI-FIGURES?!

STOP I HAVE TOO MANY THINGS TO WRITE I CANNOT WRITE A FIC WHERE OB DMS THEIR DND CAMPAIGN

OB'S NOT SO SUBTLE LOOK AT SYLVIE WHEN HE SAYS "When someone killed He Who Remains" AND HER RESPONDING LOOK OF PRIDE LIKE 'Thank you, and I'd do it again' AND LOKI LIKE 'Not in front of the variant, please' IS FUCKING SENDING ME

"And ruined my life" OB YOU'RE MY FAVORITE OFFICIALLY

THE BICKERING IS BACK BABYYY ALSO IT'S ABSOLUTELY YOUR TURN LOKI HE'S RIGHT

CASEY AND OB JUST IDLY WATCHING THE BANTER I CANNOT WITH THIS EPISODE OH MY GOD

SYLVIE JUMPING INTO THE BICKERING OH NO OH NO (this is an oh no for me, maybe I'll explain what oh no means in reaction posts later, if anything comes of this one. God I hope not)

Loki is a very fast runner

VICTOR

But also please do not come in the way of Casey and OB

Ohhh fuck

I thought she was gonna restore his memories without permission, I really did

[I just paused typing the reactions because I thought of a theory OH MY GOD]

LOKI DON'T GO AFTER HER YOU KEEP CHOOSING MO STOP

OH FUCKING BRAD AGAIN

WHY ARE THEY ALL IN THERE THAT'S A TERRIBLE IDEA

THIS IS ABOUT TO BE A PRISON RIOT

B15 NO YOU CAN'T TRUST THEM

They're for sure gonna go for it AND THEN TURN ON YOU WHEN IT'S TIME

NO THAT'S THEIR PLACE

Lord please don't kiss

Loki you're doing great sweetie please don't try to kiss her

LOKI STOP I'M GONNA WRITE A POEM IF YOU KEEP SPITTING WISDOM

SYLVIE YOU'VE SEEN WIZARD OF OZ??!!

Don't you DARE FUCKING kiss her

Oh thank god

FUCK YOU RENSLAYER

FUCK OFF BITCH

BRAD THAT'S A BOLD FACE LIE

MINUTES GO FUCK YOURSELF (Timely's not gonna do it, after all)

EEEWWW

MINUTES YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU'RE SMILING THAT'S DISGUSTING

BRAD YOU BETTER TURN ON A BITCH

THE TEMPAD ISN'T WORKING??!!

This is weird

WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS WEIRD SHIT

BRAD YOU MOTHER FUCKER DON'T! FUCK

MOBIUS WHAT DID YOU PLAY? I BET IT WAS CANDY CRUSH AND AMONG US

FUCKING HELL I HATE THIS SO FUCKING MUCH FUCK THIS

TIMELY OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD SYLVIE

FUCK MY BRAIN IS MOVING FAST AND GOD I HATE IT I KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN I PAUSED IT

SO IT MIGHT NOT HAPPEN TILL NEXT WEEK BUT: So they're separated, Sylvie gets up, pries open the elevator doors in time to see past Loki get pruned but thinks it's current Loki. And she's very upset about it. Then current Loki shows up and they reunite and she kisses him for real this time. GOD PLEASE NO I'M GONNA BE NERVOUS FOR THE NEXT SEVENTEEN MINUTES MINUS WHENEVER THAT HAPPENS.

ON THE OTHER HAND IF YOU JUST HUG HIM I CAN HANDLE THAT

THERE'S PAST LOKI SHIT HERE WE GO

ELEVATOR BROKEN. I MIGHT START CRYING PREMATURELY

IF I GET THIS RIGHT I'M GONNA BE SHOCKED I NEVER PREDICT THINGS RIGHT EVEN IF THEY'VE BEEN HEAVILY FORESHADOWED.

I DON'T WANT THIS TO BE THE MOMENT I CHECK OFF THAT BINGO SQUARE PLEASE NO

SYLVIE GOOD GIRL OH MY GOD YOU'RE SO SMART THIS IS WHY YOU ARE THE SUPERIOR VARIANT

WAIT WE STILL DON'T KNOW WHO'S ON THE PHONE THOUGH

WAIT PAUSED AGAIN. WAS I ORIGINALLY RIGHT, DOES FUTURE LOKI PRUNE PAST LOKI? OKAY EVERYTHING ABOUT MY PREDICTION IS THE SAME EXCEPT SHE'S ONLY UPSET UNTIL PAST BOI DISAPPEARS BECAUSE CURRENT BOI IS RIGHT THERE. OKAY PRESSING PLAY AGAIN

RIPPING OPEN THE DOOR, CURRENT LOKI WITH PRUNE STICK Y'ALL AS SOON AS I FIGURED OUT HE ACTUALLY GOT PRUNED FROM BEHIND I SAID IT WAS LOKI

DO IT LOKI MOBIUS NEEDS YOU

OH RIGHT YOU NEED TO SEE SYLVIE RIGHT. I forgot you understood this shit better than I do.

There's a guy in another apartment yelling ARGH, and that's a BIG MOOD right now dude lol.

"I promise you this will make sense." You're killing me Loki PLEASE DON'T KISS HER

ANSWER THE PHONE

STOP YELLING RANDOM DUDE IN MY BUILDING, EVERYTHING'S OKAY (FOR NOW)

FUCK YES DO IT, OB

ALSO THANK GOD NO KISS YET

This man is still yelling and it's been like 3-5 minutes.

I AGREE WITH LOKI AND SYLVIE LOL

YEAH DIE BITCH

OH SHIT I WAS GONNA FUCKING SAY NOT AGAIN BUT SHE SAID HER PIECE HOLY SHIT

GET HIM

YES

YES FUCKING DIE

Thanks V

TELL HIM LOKI

NO TIMELY I WANT LOKI TO TELL MOBIUS AND I DON'T TRUST YOU THAT MUCH

AND LOKI'S FOR SURE A FASTER RUNNER

I DON'T LIKE THAT WE THINK WE'RE GONNA FIGURE OUT-- FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

OH NO

NOOOOOOOOO IT'S THE SHOT NOOOOOOOO

WAIT WAIT DID HE TIME SLIP OR TURN INTO BLACK HOLE SPAGHETTI [Pretty sure it's the second one]

wait. Why are there pictures of the episode including the last scene in the files at the TVA? (I know it's the credits but I'm choosing to accept it as canon)

It all comes down to Brad I guess??

I. Need to go like. Stare at a wall for a little bit or something.

#loki #loki tv show #loki season 2 #sylvie laufeydottir #mobius m mobius #loki season 2 spoilers #loki 2x04 #that was certainly an episode

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omniblades-and-stars · 6 months

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>> Message Received from its.sophie.please.open

> Coordinates: Feros >Latitude: -70.52834, Longitude: -76.86462

>> Voice Message Received from its.sophie.please.open

>> Play Message

>>Transcript: Krios … um … fuck. Can't believe I'm doing this. I need your help. I walked into a trap. So stupid. Don't know how long I have before they find me. Some crazy bitch after revenge managed to pull one over on m- [startled gasp] shit.

Human, Amanda Olana. Apparently, I killed her brother a couple of years ago. I don't know how she found out. Don't know how I didn't make the connection before I got here. Oversight of the fucking century. Didn't think anything about being hired by some wannabe warlord. How many criminal empires have I been hired by before this?

She's … um … she's taunting me with calls and messages. She knows I'm here.

I'm fucked, Thane. Stuck in a goddamn closet, just waiting for a literal fucking mercenary army to find me … No way out. Only have one gun and a knife. Was supposed to be a quick in and out job. No games. Ha. So stupid, was gonna "play it safe."

[Sharp inhale, crying]

I sent the coordinates ahead of this. I don't think she'd go through all this trouble if she didn't want to make it last, hurt me real bad first. You know me, I'm a big girl, I can handle pain. It doesn't scare me. It's not my first rodeo with torture.

But fuck, [hard sobbing] I'm scared of dyin'. An assassin who's afraid to die, fuckin' stupidest thing. 'Specially with how we carry on.

[Deep inhale, exhale]

They'll be here soon. I'm gonna take as many out as I can before they get me, so it may end up a moot point if I eat a bullet or piss someone off too much. I don't really expect you to come, but I've got no one else to even ask. If there is an afterlife and you don't come for me, I won't hold it against you. I've more'n earned this fate. I know that.

I know I'm rambling, don't know what else to do. Nice to know someone's going to hear what might be my last words, I guess.

Do me a favor, Thane? If … um … if I don't make it, or you decide not to come for me, will you go visit momma's grave for me? She's buried at Elk Gap Memorial Gardens in Elk Gap, Tennessee, North America. Earth, obviously. [crying] Her name is Hannah Shepard, S-H-E-P-A-R-D in the English alphabet.

There's a honeysuckle plant growin' on a … a fence near her plot. It looks kind of wild, it's a plant with little yellow and white flowers. I know you'll recognize the smell before you see 'em. Put some on her marker for me, they were her favorite. Tell her that Marcy missed her, but I probably didn't get into heaven, she won't see me again.

You have my permission to carve my initials next to her name. Closest I'll ever be to her again. Ah … shit …

[Her voice falters, only crying can be heard.]

Now you know who I am, where I'm from. I tried to hide it … from myself mostly. Sad little orphan from some hick town in the mountains. Seems so stupid now. Who gives a shit where I'm from? Hell, most aliens don't recognize our accents, and I don't have any family to protect. Just my own fuckin' pride. Don't even remember why I started pretendin' to be someone else. It started before I became a killer.

They're getting closer. I'll make every bullet count. Try to hold on as long as I can after they catch me.

I'm sorry, Thane. For puttin' this on you, and for everything else. Hope you'll pray for my soul if things go more fucked than they already are. Kind of hope that your afterlife is real.

Always liked the sea.

Goodbye, Thane. Hope I see you again, and not just because you're the only hope I've got.

[Deep inhale, exhale]

[Singing, shakily] You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.

[Whispering] Fuck, I'm so scared.

>>End Transcript.

#“play message” is a link to an actual recording #is that my voice? is that my voice?#yes #I wrote and recorded this while I had a fever #don't know if I'm gonna end up going anywhere with it #part of my wicked game series if i ever actually write more of it #mass effect #my writing #fanfiction #assassin v assassin au garbage #shrios

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A Date With The Empress Of Space

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Aria was not expecting a cadre of imperial soldiers barging into her coffee shop. It had been a long week, and—frankly—being abducted without explanation to be sent into space was the last thing the barista needed.

It's not that she wasn't scared, but being indignant about the inconvenience worked well as an emotional shield, at least for a while. Unfortunately, the trip wasn't particularly short. She couldn't imagine where they could be taking her, and worry began to creep in.

The shuttle carried her up the planet's gravity well, where they transferred her to an intrasystem ferry. Hours later, she was silently ushered to yet another vessel—a corvette, distinctly military.

Nobody would tell her what she'd done, where they were taking her, or why.

The sense of dread slowly tightened its grip. This wasn't the first time she'd caught the attention of someone in power, and her life never had quite recovered from that incident.

Another transfer, this time to the largest dreadnought she'd ever seen.

She was just fucked, wasn't she?

Her eyes caught a name emblazoned on the ship, her legs stumbling as shock momentarily overwhelmed her ability to coordinate her limbs. This was the Queen of the Night. The Empress's flagship.

No. They couldn't be taking her to see—

There's no way—

Why would she—?

Aria still had come up with no answer by the time they led her to the most ornately decorated chamber in the ship, closing the door behind her and leaving Aria all alone with the terrifying warlord who ruled the cluster, Empress Galatea.

With a dramatic swoosh of her glossy black cape, the Empress turned and fixed her eyes on the humble barista, and there was something in her gaze that oh god it's her ex.

"Lee?"

"Hey there, Aria. So nice of you to drop by."

"You had me kidnapped from my job, you psycho bitch!"

"Pretty romantic, huh?"

"I was scared out of my goddamn mind!"

Lee gave her customary crooked, apologetic smile and half-shrug that she always did when Aria got frustrated with her bullshit.

Aria scrubbed her eyes in frustration. Maybe she should have been intimidated by her ex being the Empress, but somehow she didn't have it in her.

After taking the time to compose her thoughts, Aria spoke again. "Can you at least tell me why you had your henchmen drag me way out here without even telling me first?"

"Would you have come if I sent a letter: 'hey babe, I figured out how to win you back?'"

Aria gave her best Exhausted Food Service Employee Withering Glare.

Lee nodded in response. "Exactly. And that's why I went, hey, I'm the Empress, I can just have you delivered!"

"Ugh! You haven't changed a bit, have you? Anyone's 'no' is just an obstacle to be worked around, isn't it?" Aria clenched her fists. "Take me home. Empress or no, you're not gonna 'win me over.'"

At this, Lee looked genuinely wounded. Empress Ex made a placating gesture. "C'mon, babe, please hear me out," she said, giving her best puppy-dog eyes. "I have changed, really!"

"I bet."

"I've accomplished so much, done so many things, I've conquered whole star systems at a time, and now I rule basically everything that matters," Lee said, turning those deep, soulful eyes toward her.

Cranking up the charm, she grabbed one of Aria's hands in hers, holding it tenderly. She dropped to one knee for maximum dramatic effect. "But you know what my biggest regret is, all these years later? That I broke your trust and your heart. I still love you."

Aria, who was never good at pretending that she wasn't vulnerable to theatrics, did her best to keep that hard edge in her voice. "You could have anyone you wanted, Lee. Why do you keep bothering the one person who told you she never wanted to see you again?"

"My darling. My dearest. My shining star. I still love you. You're the one I became Empress for in the first place," Lee said, probably lying. "A Galaxy means nothing to me without you in my world. That's why I gotta find a way to show you that it'll be different this time."

"How did you become Empress anyway?" Aria asked, still in disbelief. It was utterly baffling how her chronically unemployed ex ascended to such a lofty title.

Lee leapt to her feet, clearly excited for the opportunity to talk about her favorite topic of all, herself.

"Well, it turns out that aside from murder, I'm pretty good at other political maneuvers, like blackmail, sneaking around, getting people's trust, spying on them..."

Aria snorted. "Yeah, I can personally vouch for some of that."

"Look, I'm sorry I went through your phone that one time! How many times do I need to apologize for my mistakes? Just tell me what to do to make you forgive me!"

"Try groveling," Aria replied dismissively. "I'll let you know if it works."

To her surprise, Empress Galatea discarded pride and threw herself down at the barista's feet.

"Please, babe," she begged. "I never stopped loving you. I've changed. I'll never do any of those things again. I'll promise you anything if you'll give me one more chance."

At seeing the Empress begging at her feet, some strange, forgotten emotion stirred inside Aria. "More."

"I know I was the worst. A total fuck-up. You are a goddess, and it's my fault I ruined everything, and you were right to say all those things and kick me out, and—"

"That's, uh. Enough. Get up, Lee." It's not that she wasn't enjoying this, but those feelings were rising a little more strongly than Aria expected or wanted. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks, and she needed to end this before making a really impulsive mistake.

Lee stood. "I grovel to nobody, Ria," she said, voice unusually soft and quiet, with a genuine humility she rarely showed anyone. "Nobody but you is worth it, and for you I'll gladly debase myself for the privilege of enjoying even a moment of your attention."

Despite herself, Aria was afraid Lee's plot was working. She was already beginning to imagine how nice a life it would be if she were the woman who had the Empress at her feet. She cleared her throat and changed the subject.

"So. Galatea, huh?"

Lee laughed. "Yeah, taking a fancy Empress Name from old Earth myths makes you sound more impressive. That's what my advisors said, anyway, and I pay them a lot to tell me these things. So I just picked one."

"You identify a lot with Galatea's story?"

Lee waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "No idea. Just liked the sound of it. It was between this and Vriska, and Galatea sounds kinda like 'galactic,' like I'm saying 'watch out,' you're next' to the rest of the galaxy."

Aria couldn't suppress a laugh. Yeah, that's Lee.

"It's nice to hear you laugh again, babe," Lee said, brushing a strand of hair out of Aria's face. "I really missed you."

"Lee, no, we're still not there yet..."

Aria wished she could take back the "yet" that made her ex's eyes light up with hope.

"Okay, okay, fine," Lee said, withdrawing her hand and stepping back. "Can I at least show you the gift I prepared for you?"

Aria took a deep breath, in and out. "Alright, Lee. What's the gift."

"You remember that shitty bureaucrat back then who decided he didn't like you and made sure the paperwork for your submission got lost in the system?"

Aria eyes brightened. "Are you gonna pull some strings and get Greg fired or something?"

"C'mon, Ria. That's the least of what he deserves for fucking up your life and saddling you with, like, infinity debt."

"And forcing me out of my whole discipline into working shitty jobs where I get yelled at by the world's most entitled jackasses every day forever."

"Yeah, see? Getting fired would be nothing compared to all that. No, I've got him imprisoned aboard the ship." Lee chuckled maliciously, and there was something awfully pleasing about imagining a guy Aria hated suffering the brunt of her ex's creepy, manipulative horseshit.

"He doesn't even know why he's here yet," Lee added with satisfaction. "But he's got a nice window with a view, and he soon will."

Lee beckoned and led her across the room to where—with the touch of a button on a remote—the wall vanished.

The panoramic scene was breathtaking, revealing a sweeping view of a beautiful planet from orbit. It was a lovely, well maintained world, full of lush green and blue, glowing like a jewel.

"Kalos," Lee said, inclining her head toward the planet. "You'll never guess who lives here."

Aria put no effort into guessing. "I got nothing. Everyone's heard how you executed that mining mogul, and don't know anyone else rich enough to live in a place like this."

Lee's grin sharpened with a cruelty that made Aria shiver. "Greg does. And his family. And his good country club buddies. And probably other jerks, I don't know, who cares."

Aria chewed her lip, unsure where Lee was going with this.

With a grand, sweeping gesture that maximized the dramatic effect of her (very cool, Aria could admit) cape, the Empress pushed a button on the nearby comm. "Let's do it, people," she said. "Make sure the prisoner is watching."

Releasing the button, she turned back to Aria. "For you, my love."

Aria watched as countless more ships dropped out of stealth, all holding steady orbit around Kalos.

In unison, they fired.

White-hot beams struck the planet's surface everywhere at once.

Aria had never seen what the Empress did to planets that earned such retribution, but everyone had heard of it.

Now, Lee was turning the vast destructive power of her fleet to the complete obliteration of all life on this planet just because someone who lived here hurt Aria.

It was the most romantic thing Lee had ever done for her. Aria felt an arm snake around her waist, and she let her head lean to the side and rest on Lee's shoulder. Together, they enjoyed the fireworks.

"So does this mean you forgive me?"

"Mmm. Not yet. But this is a pretty good start. Do I get to be the one who tells him why you did it?"

"You know I would never deprive you of the pleasure," the Empress said.

Aria smiled. This did seem much better than her life as a barista. "You get one more chance."

#empty spaces #war crimes #evil ex-girlfriend #my writing #repost

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threebooksoneplot · 1 year

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Episode 14: "Catgirl and Pigboy" (Show Notes)

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[00:09:05] Our trivia questions from when Shannon hosted the Twilight screening, made into a Uquiz so you too can test your Twilight movie knowledge and perhaps even win the Golden Onion!

[00:10:48] Gerard Way in a Twilight shirt

[00:11:45] The original faceclaims post from Stephenie Meyer's blog, (in case you missed it last time we talked about this one)

[00:12:30] Source on how MCR inspired Stephenie when writing Jacob's character (Twilight is still not, I repeat NOT, "MCR fanfic" stop spreading misinformation please pals)

[00:21:55] Shannon's summary:

Despite Edythe’s shit music opinions, Beau manages to redeem her only shortcoming this chapter by not guzzling down a glass of milk with his dinner. We learn more about the Cullens, we learn more about vampire abilities, they’re snuggling, they’re joking, Edythe confesses to watching him sleep, and Beau’s only reaction is “oh my God, what have you seen or heard? I might die because of this.” But even if he did die, he’d probably be brought back to life swiftly because of how goddamn horny he is. Remember folks: thinking about marriage is for women, thinking about sex is for men, and potentially killing your partner in the throes of passion is for ginger Cullens only. Someone should remind Edythe to give her cousins in Alaska a call, I’m sure they can lend her some pointers. Either way, cheers to Edythe and Beau this chapter! I love these silly bitches.

[00:49:32] Shannon-as-Bella: 👉👈

[00:50:17] Wikipedia's basic definition of demisexuality

[00:52:00] We reference this dril tweet so frequently I hope you never get tired of seeing it in every show notes

[01:08:04] Beau, pretty much

[01:20:39] Listen to Pledging My Love by Johnny Ace so you can sing along with Edward

[01:34:45] I need you all to know Shannon was pounding on her desk having a breakdown as I read the "Alice’s first memory" passage —G

[01:35:50] G’s "Alice’s name paradox" post

[01:40:07] Page 166 of Tooth and Claw, aka the page on which Edward left off

[01:45:16] Follow Beth on tumblr here!

Check out Ofic Mag here and here!

Thanks for being such a lovely and patient audience as G slooowly makes her way through the backlog of show notes!!

#show notes #episode 14 #twilight podcast #twilight saga #twilight renaissance #twilight revival #life and death #midnight sun #podcast #twilight

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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happy thursday friends it's law and order night, you know the drill..

Hot damn that was one cold open jfc OC…

It really is such a shame how much I adore all of the characters on this show… except for one… take your guess…

Uh… Isabel Gillies in the credits… okay.. so… flashback?

I appreciate that they’re using the same ME as SVU.

“he certainly was in over his head” PLEASE. Bell’s face. I live for her expressions/reactions to stabler because same girl, same.

Sorry… I don’t have my subtitles… did the bx9 guy actually get let out for one night?? Im so lost.

I really need to pay more attention, one second and im so lost on whats going on…. Where the fuck is stabler taking his mom?? To a stakeout?? Why is she in the car and not just staying in the apt??

“I couldn’t see anything if I stayed in the car” mood. Bernie’s gotta know all the tea… same girl… same… this is the second week in a row that she’s been out here solving crimes before Elliot could… LOL…. We stan

WHAT THE FUCK

HOW DARE THEY END IT LIKE THAT

BRUH

Mothership:

Not gonna lie… am likely gonna ignore this ep until Sam shows up so I can get some writing done…

Update… I got like a paragraph done and did not pay attention at all… sorry not sorry.

Did manage to catch sam being a bad ass and calling Nolan out on his shit as per usual though.

Svu

Uh…. Pretty sure that bus would not have went up that fast… or exploded… at least not from that spot…

All the detectives swap between using first names and last names yet I don’t think ive ever heard someone call Muncy “Grace”…

Wait… those *aren’t* her parents?? Im so confused. Or are they just parents and chaperones? I did think that it was weird if they were parents why they weren’t in the same room as her

OH okay, so they were just chaperones. She just got to drive down with them cause she’s the only girl? Or?

Awoop. Jump scare. I figured it was the male chaperone but the woman was in there too??? Jfc…

Olivia benson saying “good girl” mommy please

“give parker what he’d been waiting for”

Aaaand I just threw up in my mouth

I do not know the name of this defence attorney (the black girl who always looks bomb) but I’m pretty sure she’s 3.0’s rita based on wardrobe alone. (sophie was 1.0’s rita). Hopefully we get to see her actually in court this week?

A green PANTSUIT?!? MA’AM PLEASE THE WAY TO MY HEART

Also Carisi looks bomb as per usual.

I swear to god… if they put Muncy in another goddamn flannel and don’t have her be queer in any way… it will not make sense…

Jesus this white suit is incredible. Svu putting all their budget towards her wardrobe now hey?

Okay. Yeah. This bitch is my new favourite and definitely rita 3.0. they’re friends… I just know it. Lots of shopping together.

“who drops out of Harvard?”

“don’t ask me I set a bus on fire.” Get this girl an emmy for that delivery alone. Omg. Best line of the episode…

The CASUAL LEAN against the witness box?! PLEASE. Ms Calhoun invented that. This bitch learnt tricks from her I just know it (girlfriends?! Wives?! Could they be secret wives PLEASE??)

PLEASE she’s even doing the same table brace thing rita does…

Carisi really just referred to his *wife* by her last name… old habits die hard? LOL.

Okay…that was a good ep. Probs cause we actually went to court.

#law and order #law and order svu #svu spoilers #law and order oc #law and order spoilers #spoilers

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