#stupid that I can’t edit posts on a side blog

[bennyden]

User hamatoanne's fic plagiarism

Hello, I’m the author of The Android, an AO3 Robot OC x Reader fic that was plagiarized by hamatoanne on Tumblr in her Aemond x Reader story, System Error. You can read my AO3 post for more info about the issue. As you can tell by the timestamps on AO3 and the screenshots of her now-deleted story, mine was posted months before hers. I didn’t want to make this public, but it appears Anne has not learned her lesson and is grasping at straws to keep her readers in the dark. She’s been deleting her stories to hide evidence of her plagiarism. I think you deserve to know who your beloved writer gets her words from.

I don’t know this fandom, but I’ve heard you guys can get pretty crazy. Control yourselves. The only one who needs to take responsibility is Anne. Don’t send hate to her mutuals. Don’t send hate to her followers. Don’t stalk or harass or dox anyone. Read through this post and form your opinion.

First bunch of screenshots: A side-by-side comparison of her story (now deleted) and mine (still up and linked above). I took screenshots in advance in case something like this happened so I’d have proof if I needed it. I decided to compare the first chapter of my fic with the first part of hers. I could do the whole thing, but I’m a busy college student and I think just a quick skim of the pictures below is enough for people to see the extent of her plagiarism. 

I have screenshots of her entire post, but I don’t want to make this too long to scroll through and Tumblr posts cap at 30 pictures. I’m assuming some of you have already read her story multiple times, so you’re familiar with the words. If you haven’t, then I should warn you that the fic that she plagiarized is very not SFW. I’ll let you know where the not SFW content starts so you can skip it. 

On the left is my story. On the right is what Anne posted (and took down).

Not SFW content starts here. 

Not SFW content over.

Finally, I DM’ed her. This was just before I posted to The Android on AO3 about the situation. To summarize, I wrote about how I would go about the situation and how hurt I was about a bigger creator stealing from me. I admit, I was too kind and too much of a pushover. I just wanted things to go quietly. She later replied with this and deleted her fic immediately. 

“I was completely stupid for not giving your credit” Why do they always play dumb? You copy that much and can’t even think to put my name there? You credit the artist but not the person who basically wrote your whole story? The story that gave you over 3k notes, so much more clout than any of your other stories has earned you? Total BS.

“I had every intention of giving credit where it was due…But I forgot” Right. Sure. Of course. If she felt guilty about plagiarizing, she would not be so shameless to accept praise like she did. I have examples of where she happily thanked people for complimenting "her work”, but didn’t want to bring other blogs into this, especially since they were none the wiser to her plagiarism. Ironically enough, someone even gifted her a badge for being a good writer the day she replied to my DM. She tagged that post “#a breath of fresh air on a horrible day”. I wonder why her day was horrible. Whoever gifted her that badge deserves their money back.

My thoughts when approaching her DMs were:

If she wants to keep up the story? Fine, just edit the post to say that it was heavily influenced by my story and leave a link to the original. I don’t mind. The readers will see that, click my story, compare the two, and think, “Hey, that’s not just inspiration! She plagiarized!” and her downfall would start from there without me having to do anything.

If she ignored me and didn’t fulfill that request, i would take matters into my own hands and expose her on her own post. Even more damaging.

In the end, she chose to delete the post entirely, getting rid of the evidence and her clout. I actually didn’t expect this outcome since I thought she’d like the clout too much, but I guess she decided this route would be the least damaging to her reputation. Everything was swept under the rug for now. 

And like a fool, I said thanks and went on with my life. But I decided to keep track of her. Because while I was too cowardly to do anything, I knew there would always be someone in the crowd who would take action. And it seems like people did. 

After reading the supportive comments from readers of my fic, I started to regret how lightly I handled it. I wanted to be mature even though I wanted her entire blog to fall and her reputation taken away. But I didn’t want to be a “bad person”. I wondered if I should keep pursuing the issue. I realized that my overly-people-pleasing behavior might lead her to continue her ways. I decided to speak out because others might’ve had their works taken by her and that my silence wasn’t helping. 

Next is her post, now deleted (I wonder why), about how she’s been so sad and how she’s going to be deleting her old stories and starting over. I’m likely not the only one she’s plagiarized from if she’s deleting other stories. At the time, I only saw supportive replies and reblogs on it, but maybe she deleted it after people started calling her out? Idk.

She’s playing the victim game pretty hard. Acting as a kind underdog even though she’s the big creator who stole from a nobody like me. I know I said on my AO3 update that people shouldn’t send hate to her (and even censored her name after she deleted her story) but I guess I’m a little happy that people sought to call her out on her shit. I wish I was as brave. 

Later, a nice person (we’ll call her Bob because she asked to remain anonymous) DM’ed me directly with a kind message. After seeing this, I decided I should take action and expose all of this since Anne obviously hasn’t learned and wants to keep it all hidden. Bob confirmed that I’m not the only victim of Anne’s plagiarism either.

Bob asked that I not use screenshots of our DM’s so here is a transcription of the important parts:

“Hey! I just found out that one of your fics had been plagiarized by someone in the HOTD community. First of all, I am tremendously sorry that happened…”

(For Bob’s privacy, I won’t explain her relation to Anne. Just know that Anne has refused to message her back).

“I definitely think you should make a blog post. with side by side comparison. I am still completely gobsmacked that she pilfered your entire story word for word and changed a few things. We found evidence that she had plagiarized multiple stories. Not just yours. We found out her mermaid!aemond fic was entirely stolen as well as a few others. She has quietly deleted them and hasn't spoken on them since.”

“We surmised that she takes ‘underrated’ fics from different fandoms and changes the name and that's it. It's almost like she believed that stealing from other fandoms was going to draw less attention than stealing directly from the HOTD fandom.”

So if you noticed that one of your favorite Aemond fics is gone, now you know why.

‘But benny, she still wrote her own sentences and just changed it around to fit aemond!’

Fanfiction is transformative. You know what the source material is and who created it. You know you’re not reading a copied and pasted text with maybe some words and sentences switched around. This wasn’t fanfic. According to Google, plagiarism is defined as, “the practice of taking someone else's work or ideas and passing them off as one's own.” (See what I did there? I credited Google. Is it so hard to give credit where credit is due?) She copied people's work, didn't give credit to the source material, and claimed it as her own. That's plagiarism.

I wouldn’t have had a problem if she properly credited me and linked the original story. I wouldn’t have had a problem if she didn’t blatantly copy and paste the entire text and premise. I wouldn’t even require getting permission to write a story based on my fic if she had satisfied those conditions.

She’s a 27-year-old grown-ass woman with enough free time to simp over some blond guy with an eyepatch. I’m a 21-year-old college student who only posts fics during the summer and winter because that’s when school’s on break. I’m too busy writing lab reports and essays to be an active writer online. The fact that she can disrespect smaller writers so tremendously should not be acceptable. The fact that she also deceived her devoted readers and friends about her "works" is also unacceptable.

What can you do about this? To be honest, I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had to deal with this before. I want to be a good person and say, “Don’t send any hate to Anne, don’t harass her. Just unfollow her and stop supporting her.” But that obviously hasn’t taught her anything. She’ll just make a half-assed apology, maybe go on hiatus, maybe disappear, and then pop up again under another name to steal from another creator. If you have any ideas on how to deal with this, please tell us. 

She can try to block me or delete her posts, but the evidence is out and the damage is done. Anything she does to hide this mess will only make it worse for her. I’d appreciate people bringing more awareness to this issue, especially if it can reach the eyes of others she’s taken from. 

Thanks for reading.

#aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond x reader #hotd #house of the dragon #reader fanfiction #prince aemond #plagiarism #android x reader #robot x reader #ao3 #aemond and reader smut

[beautifulpersonpeach]

A few days ago I responded to an ask, explaining that Korean K-pop stans overall are the more intense version of whatever you see on the international side, and that one way k-fans perceive international fans is that international k-pop stans are easier to manipulate and rile up.

For anyone who is aware of the subway scare and the supposed link to ARMY and BTS, pay very close attention to what’s happening right now as a case study demonstrating what I wrote, happening in real time.

As a quick overview:

1 - This happened about an hour before Yoongi’s live where he showed his tattoo

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2 - About an hour after this happened, an ARMY coming back from Yoongi’s concert, watching his livestream on their way home, reacts to his tattoo by screaming while in the subway. They record themselves and post the video on Twitter. The tweet itself is deleted now so I can’t link it, but I’ll link the OG video in point 5.

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3 - After that ARMY posted their reaction to Yoongi’s tattoo, this Korean k-pop stan claims a fan screamed next to them on the train and caused panic and a stampede. This account’s most recent activity is from 2022, but the first thing they tweet in 2023 is that an ARMY caused a stampede because of Yoongi. Okay.

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4 - One of the followers of that account then retweets that account to post an edited version of the ARMY reaction video, blurring out the reaction on the train, and further linking the two events (1) an ARMY screaming about Yoongi, (2) a resulting stampede that needed police intervention. This video is then used as the basis for user posts and articles written on k-blogs which then get translated as user posts on Allkpop and Pannchoa.

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5 - For reference, this is the OG video from that ARMY showing what actually happened on the train. Note how there’s no panic in the train.

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Basically, two events separated by about an hour are conflated on purpose by linked anonymous accounts on the Korean side, quickly translated into English and spread on the international side through k-pop gossip blogs like Allkpop, which Korean soft media (blogs etc) then picks up and takes as further credit to the underlying claims, though those claims are false.

And voila, a scandal is born.

Now, this isn’t to say BTS, ARMY, and people affiliated with them never do anything wrong and can never have a legit scandal. For example, I think anybody screaming for no good reason in a packed subway train is an idiot and should face some kind of consequence if harm is caused. But that’s not what happened here. What that ARMY did was stupid but harm wasn’t caused and Korean antis instead used it as an opportunity to link BTS with an incident that happened an hour earlier.

Occasionally, some of you might’ve seen me write about ‘manufactured controversy’ before, usually in passing when discussing something else. I remember I’ve mentioned it a few times such as during Jimin’s missed insurance payments scandal, during Jungkook’s Itaewon scandal, and also Min Heejin re: NewJeans (after just 5 minutes of looking at the original claims in Korean. The only thing holding the majority of the claims against MHJ together is sheer willpower and vibes atp). Someone has also asked me about hate ‘slave rooms’ before (context was Twice attacked by slave room hate) and I responded that hate in Korea towards people in the k-pop industry, is incredibly organized and insidious. And the bigger the target, the bigger the fall and the bigger the payout.

Please keep that in mind when you read shit online. Keep your eyes open and your wits about you. Become more media literate and learn how to think for yourself. Seriously. Because in this machine called k-pop, nearly everything about it is designed to suck you in till you have no idea which way is up. Pay attention, please.

2026 is still a long way off and we’ll have many incidents like this before then.

Good luck everyone.

#bts #K-pop #kpop industry #kpop fandom #fandom behavior #fandom discourse #bts army #fandom behaviour

[koutarostiddies]

Happy Birthday, Kitten

This is a repost from my main blog. i realized that I never posted this here. Shame on me. Also, this is probably poorly edited. I kinda just copied and pasted this from the main blog.

Pairing: Kenma Kozume x female reader

Content: smut, fluff, petname kitten. Kitchen sex because why not, birthday sex. Usage of the term 'slut', but in a loving way. Unprotected sex, reader is on birth control.

A/N: Kenma decides that the best way to spend your birthday is to finally confess to you and fuck you stupid on the kitchen counter.

Kenma swings his legs as he sits on the counter; watching you intently as you do the dishes. It’s not unusual to have Kenma over late at night as you cook and clean, but tonight was unexpected. You know he had a stream tonight so why he decided to swing by was beyond you. 

“Thought you had a stream,” you said, not looking up from the sink. 

“Canceled it,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Why?”

“Do you not want me here?”

“No, it’s just not like you to cancel. Are you sick?” You turn around to place a hand on his forehead.  He smiles as he leans into it.

“If it means you’ll touch me, then I’ll make sure to get sick more often. ”

“Shut up, asshole.” You slapped his arm and turn back to your dishes. 

If it was anyone else you’d flirt back, but it’s Kenma. You’ve known him for years and the last thing you want to do is cross that line, albeit it’s a thin line, but it’s still there. Although it’s not like you haven’t entertained the idea at all. 

“Hey, I know it’s late, but you want to eat something?” He jumps off the counter and leans in over your shoulder. Your breath hitches as his hands grab onto your waist; something he notices right away. 

“What’s the matter kitten,” he moves your hair to the side as he whispers in your ear,  “cat got your tongue?”

You turn around and glare at him, “Come on Kenma, this isn’t funny.”

A smirk forms on his face as he leans closer.  “I don’t see anyone laughing, kitten.”

Your heart beats faster as his lips graze yours.

“Kenma,” You whisper as he rubs circles on your hips with his thumbs.

“Yes, kitten?” His lips never leave yours. 

“We can’t, if we do then things won’t be the same.”

“Who says they have to stay the same? I’m not blind you know. I’ve seen the stolen glances, the wanting stares. You forget how observant I am.”

He’s right, not only that but you’re probably the most obvious person in your friend group. You place your hands on his chest as if you’re ready to push him away, but you can’t bring yourself to. He smiles as his lips finally press against yours. 

Kenma’s stronger than he looks, his grip on you is firm and unwavering, but to be honest the last thing you want to do is pull away from him. Your body aches for him as his hands slip under your shirt. 

All reason has left you. Any little voice that would’ve told you to stop, to push him away has abandoned you. That thin line you dared not cross was long gone.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you didn’t hesitate to welcome it in. 

You moan into his mouth as his hands cup your breasts.

“Fuck, Kenma,” You moan.

“Is that a request, kitten?” Is it? You think to yourself. If you’re being honest, you’re scared.  There’s no coming back from this. Once you let him in, both physically and emotionally, you know the grip he’ll have over you will be unbreakable. Do you really want him to break these walls you had so carefully built around yourself?

He stops and pulls away, unsure if he’s gone too far and made you uncomfortable. Doubt suddenly washes over him, did he fuck up?

You pull him back, your hand pressed against the back of his neck, “Yes. Please fuck me, KenKen.”

He smiles before lifting you up on the counter and unceremoniously pulling your pants down. He kneels in front of you and kisses your inner thighs, sucking and biting you as you rake your fingers through his long hair.

“Shit, Ken.”

“Yes, kitten?”

“Please, more.”

“More?” He nuzzles against your sex, his nose hitting your swollen clit. “You’re so wet for me already,” he hums as he hooks a finger around the hem of your panties and pulls it aside. He closes his eyes as he breathes you in.  “Smells so good, kitten”

On instinct you try closing your thighs in embarrassment but he won’t let you. “Embarrassed? There’s no need. Been wanting to smell and taste you for the longest time. Can I?” A pink hue dusted your face as you nodded. 

“You sure? ”

“Yes, Kenma.” Truth be told it isn’t like you have ever gone to bed without masturbating to the thought of him between your legs, but this time it’s really happening. 

You jump the moment his warm tongue pushes past your folds. His eyes remain fixated on you,   watching for any signs of discomfort. 

“Don’t stop, babe” Kenma blushes as you start to get more comfortable. Thank god you can’t see it from where he is. 

“So wet for me,” he says before wrapping his lips around your clit. 

You push yourself against his face, a vice grip on his hair as you quiver with each flick of his tongue. He eagerly sucks on your clit, his warm tongue rubbing the underside of it as he does. Your lewd sounds fill the kitchen. He’s enjoying it more than he lets on. His cock already straining against his pants as he slips a finger inside. He smiles as you buck your hips against him, as you moan out for more. 

“Fuck, kitten, if you’re this tight now, how am I going to fit my cock in you?” He pushes another finger inside while watching as the tears fall down your red cheeks. With a slight crook of his fingers he has you at his mercy. Your legs shake almost uncontrollably as the orgasm you were trying to keep at bay crashes over you.

“Feel good, kitten?” he asks as he starts to stand up.

“Mhm,” is all you can muster as you give him a weak smile. 

“Want more?”

“Yeah,” you respond breathlessly. Kenma leans over and kisses the corner of your mouth as he starts to slip out of his pants. You bite your lip as you look at him. You never really thought about Kenma’s size, but to say you were pleasantly surprised was a definite understatement. You only hope he kows how to use it. He pulls you closer, your ass on the edge of the counter as he presses against you, his hot cock twitching against your needy pussy. He gently runs his hand down the expanse of your body, appreciating all of you as he starts to push past your folds. You throw your head back as you grab onto his biceps. His cock slams into you, almost immediately hitting your spot. All those times you complained about past encounters and how the guys you were with seemed to know nothing about a woman’s body played in your head. Did he really take in all that information? Suddenly mortification sets in when you realize just how much you openly shared with your friend.

You wrap your legs around his waist as he lifts you up off the counter just enough to reach the best angle. His cock head mercilessly hits your spot as you cry out for more. “Deeper, KenKen,” 

“You’re such a little slut, aren’t you, kitten?” He leans over you, his hot breath ghosting over your lips.

“Only for you.” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, your walls tightening around his shaft as you kiss him. His hands grip the fat of your ass as he deepens his thrusts. You cry into the crook of his neck as you feel yourself unravel. How was he this good? 

“Fuck,” your fingers card through his hair, pulling out the elastic that held it up. His hair cascaded down his shoulders and if that didn’t completely destroy you nothing would. You rarely saw him with his hair down, but damn if he wasn’t the sexiest man alive right now. He looked at you, his golden eyes looking deep into yours as he brought you to the apex of pleasure.

“Coming,” you whimpered.

“Good, come on my cock, kitten.” He slips under your shirt, gripping your tit as he pounds into you. His movements were deliberate, only meant to give you the utmost pleasure. If he came it would just be a bonus, all he cared about was your pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, yes. Oh my fucking, shit,” you couldn’t be bothered to make a full sentence. Not to mention he was doing a great job at fucking you stupid right about now.

“I’m so close, kitten.” 

“Then just come, KenKen.” The way you look at him with your lust blown eyes and seductive smile was enough to push him over the edge. He rests his head on your shoulder as he empties himself inside you, coating your walls with his seed.

“Shit, kitten, I wanted you to come first.” He pulls himself up and looks into your eyes.

“‘T’s ok. I came earlier,” you collapse on the counter, the coolness of it making you wince. 

“Not good enough,” he whines as he pulls out of you, the remainder of your pleasure dripping onto the kitchen floor. 

“Sorry,” Kenma runs his fingers along your swollen clit, eliciting a moan from you.

“I told you…” 

“No,” Kenma cuts you off, “That this was the best I could do for you today. I rushed over here and forgot to buy you your gift.”

“What do you mean?” You sit up on the counter looking puzzled.

“Did you really forget what day it is?” Kenma frowns.

"What do you mean? It’s Friday, your usual streaming day” You sandwich him between your legs pulling him closer so you can run your fingers through his hair.

“Kitten, normally it’s expected that others would forget this day, but you? It’s your birthday.”

“Oh my God, I actually lost track of the days. I haven’t worked all week so the days kind of blurred together. Is that why you canceled?”

“Yeah. Couldn’t let you spend your birthday alone.”

“I’m such an idiot,” you drop your head knowing that only you could forget your own birthday.

"But you’re my idiot,” he presses a gentle kiss to the temple of your head.

"I had my phone turned off all day. I’m positive I missed a shit ton of birthday wishes.”

“You’ll get to them tomorrow, kitten. How about I get you cleaned off?” Kenma takes your hand and pulls you onto your feet, quickly holding you up as you fall into him.  “Easy now,” he laughs as you attempt to walk on your own.

“Bite me, Kenma.”

“I mean, if you want,” he teases.

After the long shower, which resulted in more sex, you both climbed into bed. You look over at him wondering what you should even consider yourselves after you crossed the line.

“Ken?”

“Hm,” he looks at you, gently stroking your face.

“What are we now?”

“If you want, I’d like to be your boyfriend.” Kenma scans your face hoping you won’t reject him after everything.

“I’d like that.” You pull him in for a kiss. Kenma climbs over you and brushes a stray hair out of your face before leaning in for another kiss. “Happy Birthday, kitten. And please just ignore Tetsurou’s text when you see it.”

“Oh, now I’m curious,” you giggle as Kenma kisses your neck in hopes of distracting you.

“You know, curiosity killed the cat.”

“But satisfaction brought it back.”

“Smart-ass.” Kenma quipped before rolling off of you. “I’ll let you read it if you promise to fuck with him a bit.”

“When have you ever known me not to fuck with him?”

“Who says soulmates don’t exist?” he laughs as you snuggle into him.

“Good night, babe.”

“Night, kitten. Love you,” he whispers as sleep starts to overtake him.

Kuroo and Reader

Kenma and Kuroo

#hq kenma #kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kenma smut #kenma x reader smut #hq x reader #hq x reader smut #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut

[mfshipbracket]

i checked that users profile (on the shrek poll) and they really just say that to attract the fash side of tumblr, there are now reblogs from users who are openly alt-right. Tbh i think its best to turn reblogs off on that poll if it escalates even further. Its one thing to not care about “drama” in the replies but please dont be afraid to draw a line of how far people go.

what in the WORLD.

ok yeah. uh. i’ll have to review the notes on that cause the notifs on this blog move too fast for me to notice so thank you sincerely for your vigilance in catching that!!

this is also a psa to like. yeah stay alert lol. i know i can’t catch everything and i was planning to cut off replies there simply for how heated and weird it is

fwiw i DID try to turn off replies there specifically cuz of that person but i could not, and well. idk if it’s cuz i’m on mobile or not. i couldn’t hide replies either, no idea what’s going on with that lol (if there is like a really obvious solution. i’d love to hear it. simply cuz i’m not online and not totally savvy with tumblr shortcuts anymore)

and ahhh. i can’t turn off reblogs for the very stupid issue of not being able to edit polls 😵‍💫 so uhm. i don’t know. i don’t have the ability to control the post and who can see it/reply/reblog and this is a deeply troubling thing to learn about. ahhh. if anyone has solutions (besides the good ol block button. am aware.) i’d be glad to hear them 😰

edit: double checked on what i can do w replies on mobile and my options are rly just. reply/report/block. unable to hide things :( really sucks

#asks #i have a couple of work things to do but ujm. yeah

[tomaytow]

ok so i got like a very insane idea some days ago, i was just studying and out of nowhere i'm like "hold on.. How would venti react to a scholar from the academia slaping reader right infront of him" and honestly my mind was blown, like imagine reader just wants to visit the traveler to see how he/she is doing and they end up going in the academia to get books related to machines, khaenri'ah machines specifficaly since nobody studies about them nowadays and like they get a pass from cyno and get allowed to go in, sounds great so far right? not until the reader just looks at some books searching for what she wants and a scholar comes out of nowhere starting a scene and slaping reader right there infront of venti🖐️😭, i finished my thought of this scenerio there because i'm never good at guessing how venti would react to anything honestly💔

oh hello!! you’re the one who replied to my recent post earlier JDHDJ thank the archons you sent me an ask because i can’t reply since it’ll be my main tumblr acct replying to you - this venti blog is just a side acct after all!

ANYWAY i’m answering this around 3am (edit: it’s 10pm because i fell asleep and now i’m editing at this point) so i hope i’m making enough sense but here we go

man honestly it’s so hard to know how venti will react! in my concepts or fics, there’ll be moments where i’m like huh… is this venti at all? and i’m just. so clueless. because even tho i love him sm, i feel like i don’t really know HIM that well—which is very disappointing—even tho i’ve already ate the venti crumbs hoyo had to offer me

also, i just love how a scenario strikes when you’re doing something because that’s me sometimes.

in response to your ask! here’s what i think,

venti, of course, will get very angry at that person because it’s so unnecessary. there’s no need for violence at all! like you’re just there, minding their own business, snoopin’ around the shelves for your research materials and then this person just straight up slaps you on the face??? then proceeds on making a scene??? what the???

this will be even worse if you and venti are together. it’s sweet that he joins you for your book searching in the akademiya even though we know how much he prefers noisy and fun places instead of the tedious and boring ones, but hey. he’s venti. your best boyfriend ever. everything is fun for him when he’s with you.

though, i’m sure venti won’t resort to violence. (as much as i want him to go crazy stupid, i remember that his citizens—his children—have told the traveler that barbatos is a benevolent and gentle god. he won’t harm mortals — maybe. not sure. unless it’s necessary.)

he won’t stoop so low, and if he does attack the person back, well—venti won’t be any different from the assaulter!

there are some holes to your ask, though, because first of all, what is the reason for said assaulter abruptly slapping you on the face? did windblume do something? did you do something? so i’m not sure how this will end.

but what i do know for certain is that again, venti will be very angry. at first, he’ll be stunned, and then he’ll be fuming in the inside because the audacity of this lad / lass to lay a hand on my windblume’s pretty face! and yes, he’ll be showing his real distaste and anger. it’ll be damn evident on his face.

his anger will increase tenfold if he notices that you’re mortified from the events, he’ll step closer to you and perhaps hold your hand for comfort. people are watching and people are whispering. archons, this is humiliating.

venti will probably confront the assaulter, and man, remember this: the anemo archon is downright terrifying if he isn’t smiling. there will be words exchanged in a tense, uncomfy atmosphere—venti will ask the assaulter if there’s anything wrong, and he’ll ask demand the reason for the slap. if it’s not valid, venti’s glare will send shivers down to anyone’s spine. because how can such delicate face be so ominous? if it’s valid—ugh, forget about that.

the rule is: don’t just hurt anybody, and talk it out! violence is still unacceptable to venti!

afterward, i imagine that the assaulter will be taken away by the mahamata for a questioning. then venti will take you to a secluded place and console you. it’s what you deserve!

he’ll sit you down and ask if everything’s okay. if he sees you lowkey traumatized, he’ll instantly shower you with affection and leave kisses on your red cheek. he’ll whisper that it’s all over, and that there is nothing to worry about now that the assaulter is gone.

+ also, venti will prolly have a conversation about this with the lesser lord kusanali later. but for now, his main priority is staying by your side and bring solace to your startled, anxious self.

his poor windblume, who only wants to study… venti will stay by your side for a while, surely.

#venti x reader #this got rlly long #i hope i’m still on par with venti’s characterization #added more to this ask because i wanted to distract myself from my college finals #fuck college!!!! i just want to sleep and daydream abt venti #also angry venti mdhdnmd #we need more of angry venti tbh #hehe #i feel like i should have said more… #i hope my answer’s enough!! #tomato.thoughts #tomato.replies

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#i learned 7 languages partially this year to make my players feel comfortable

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#5

Cowboys Rule | E.Edwards

summary; the number one rule of cowboys - wear the hat ride the cowboy

-

Mark had decided on a whole cowboys and country theme for his twenty first birthday so everyone went all out with the dress up.

You and Ethan had set up the venue from early morning; a local bar and you’d gone all out even getting a mechanical bull.

You’d just finished pinning up the last banner when you felt two hands on either side of your waist and pulled your body down from the ladder

“Okay, we’re done! We gotta get ready” Ethan announced, pulling you away from the decorations.

“I just have to-“ “No! You’ve done enough we’ll be late if we don’t go now”

You laughed and gave in “Okay, Okay let’s go I need to get in my get up!”

“Get up?” He chuckled, eying you.

“Oh yeah I have this cute black and white cow print hat and the matching boots, it’s glittery and everything!” You squealed in excitement.

Ethan smiled at you “I can’t wait to see, meet you back here at eight?”

“Got it!” You replied, running off towards your dorm.

You’d arrived at the party later than intended and it was already in full swing.

Managing to find Mark and Duke when you arrived you passed off your birthday gift “Happy Birthday Woodruff!!”

Rolling his eyes Mark pulled you in for a hug “Thank you, thank you for setting up and everything! You’re the best”

It was hard to hear over the music so you were leaning up to shout in his ear “Where’s Eddy?!”

Mark looked around before pointing over in the corner you could see Ethan helping some girl up onto the mechanical bull, his hands resting on her ass even when she was situated.

You rolled your eyes and you could feel Mark giving you a sad glance while he rubbed your back before he was pulled away.

“Hey there’s our cowgirl!” Arm thrown over your shoulder and you leaned into Mackie while Luke appeared on your other side.

“Hey guys, enjoying the party?”

“It’s awesome, you want to plan ours?” “You wish - I like Mark that’s why I spent so much time on it”

Luke pulled a face “Harsh but we love you so we’ll forgive” before lifting your hat off your head and walking off.

Mackie held is hand out for you and quirked his eyebrow “Join me?”

You looking from his face to his hand you smiled softly nodding your head and putting your hand in his.

Ethan had watched you waltz around the bar alongside his teammate with jealous eyes.

There was a grey zone you two were in right now with mutual feelings but all the stupidity not to say anything just living in the constant agony of jealousy. It wasn’t fun to see all these girls throw themselves at him just because he was a hockey player while you just had to sit and watch.

When it was announced the cake was coming out you stood up on a table along with a couple other girls to see over everything while you sang.

“Happy Birthday, dear mark, Happy Birthday to you”

As the song finished you screamed out a cheer before you tried stepping down from the table. You were about to jump when Mackie held your waist and lifted you down letting out a laugh, hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself.

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142 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#4

Best I Ever Had | L.Hughes

Summary; solely based off “set it up” because that’s my favourite movie ever. It’s actually only based on one scene the rest I made up lol.

pairings: luke hughes x fem!reader, mark estapa x fem!reader, umich hockey x fem!reader (platonic)

I don’t like how I ended this but I couldn’t think of anything else.

-

Barging in through the front door you heard everyone shouting at one another.

You stopped in the doorway looking at the boys arguing over something while the TV still had static

“I gave you one job, have the game on before I got here and you don’t have the game on!”

The yelled ceased and they all turned to you, smiling “We can’t figure out the remote”

You sighed, snatching the remote from Mark’s hand and fiddling around with the buttons until the game finally appeared.

“Did you guys get food?” You asked, jacket being discarded onto the floor. There were an array of mumbles before Ethan spoke

“Yeah I put yours on the table in the kitchen” you smiled a thank you before off to retrieve the food, making your way back and throwing yourself into the tiny space of the armchair Mark sat on, your legs cascading over his lap while he used your shins as a makeshift table for his plate.

While everyone was eating and watching the pre-game highlights your eyes cast over the room, eyebrows furrowing when you noticed something missing.

“Hey, where’s Luke?” You felt Mark still underneath you, everyone else doing the same.

They all looked at one another before Duke said “He’s on a date”

Your heart fell, and consciously you tried not to let it show on your face “Oh- who with?”

“You know that girl from our marketing class?”

“Lily?” “Yeah, her”

Lily was pretty, she was the typical ‘NHL wag’ type. You hadn’t spoken to her much but you saw her around in class and at games, she would always interrupt conversations with the boys to go on about how much she just ‘loved’ hockey and when you would so innocently say

“Oh, we’re looking for more people to join the girls team actually!” She would snarl and reply with a snarky “no thanks”

You could see the faces of the boys looking at you with pity. You wanted to attention away from you and your feelings so announced

“Ok anyone wanna place a bet? I’m on Jersey winning 4-2”

Everyone started yelling out their bets, wagering money on it and you felt Mark lean in closer behind your ear before he whispered

“He’s not worth getting upset over, he was stupid to pick her over you”

The game finished, jersey winning 4-2 over Pittsburgh and you went home a lot richer that night. You had helped Nick and Jimmy cleaning up the kitchen from the takeout you got when Luke got home, you saw him come in with a smile on his face walking straight up stairs not for a second registering your presence in the house.

You slipped out after you heard his bedroom door shut, not saying so much as a goodbye to the boys that were downstairs.

The days following Luke’s first date you didn’t see him much. You’d hung around with the team, saw him in passing and he spoke to you briefly in class but nothing like normal.

Luke hadn’t noticed the lack of you in his life for the influx in Lily, but everyone else had.

When Quinn would call he’d ask about you but was met with answers like “Oh I don’t know where she is”

And Jack had come to Detroit for an away game asking Luke to dinner, expecting you to join as you always did but instead Luke had brought Lily.

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158 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#3

Vancouver | J.Hughes

summary: after a hurtful breakup he never thought he’d hear her voice again.

not entirely sure what this is but have it anyway

-

Through high school and all the junior clubs he went through, Jack stayed devoted to you and your relationship.

It surprised a lot of people. He was the supposed heartbreaker and player of the group of friends but he proved everyone wrong.

It all went downhill after the draft.

You’d been alongside him when he was drafted, cheering the loudest alongside his family. You were so proud of him.

He wasn’t like Quinn, he didn’t want to take time out or go slow into his career. When he heard first pick it went straight to his head.

It hurt to see what he became right infront of your eyes. He made the move straight to Jersey, threw himself into the team and proving himself to the organisation while pushing you away in the meantime.

The breakup was slow and he was oblivious. You’d stayed in Michigan after he left so the phone calls got fewer and fewer, you stop flying out to visit so much and even stopped hanging out with his family.

It became final when you flew out to Jersey to watch a game. He hadn’t done much with you being there and when the weekend ended and you had your bags packed you held onto him for just a little longer.

“Goodbye J” you mumbled, a slight crack in your voice.

“I’ll see you in a couple weeks at the red wings game, right? No need to be upset babe”

You shook your head “No, Jack I- I don’t think I can do this any longer”

“What? What are you talking about?”

He reached out for your hand but you pulled away

“I lost you Jack-“ “I’m right here! What are you on about?”

You were trying so hard not to get upset “I lost you, the real you, my Jack back in Vancouver. The day you became Jack Hughes the devil I lost you”

He had been rendered speechless, stumbling back a few steps.

“Goodbye Jack”

No reply. Just the sound of your suitcase wheels squeaking out the door for the last time.

He was heartbroken.

The days, weeks, months following he reflected on everything that had happened since he had been drafted.

Maybe you were right.

He’d tried filling the void with random party girls, set ups and dating app girls but nothing ever came close.

His family saw you around still. You went to lunch with Luke oftentimes but he never told Jack about it.

You’d told him that you’d dropped out of college and signed a record deal. You were finally getting your dream of creating music, being a voice and being heard.

“We’re really proud of you - all of us. We’re just really sorry”

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172 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

#2

Speak Now | L.Hughes

This has been in my drafts so long I needed it out

-

Everyone knew this was a bad idea, that Luke was crazy.

He shouldn’t be here. He knew that, but he was.

Victoria saw him before anyone else, slipping discreetly past mingling guests and tugging his suit sleeve in a way to get his attention before she snapped

“Don’t ruin this for her Hughes, this is her day”

Luke visibly gulped and replied “I don’t know what you’re talking about Vic, I’m just here for an old friend”

She scoffed “old friend, yeah ok”

He found his friends, his parents and brothers all grabbing drinks next to the bar.

“I really thought we’d be up there in those stupid blue suits on her wedding day, with you of course Hughesy because we are the best men in your life” Duke was clearly trying to make a joke but it failed, Mackie poked him in the ribs to warrant a stop.

He then gave Luke a face and said “Man, we’re sorry I know it’s not easy-“

“I’m fine, I’m just here to support you know. They did invite me” Luke added, gulping down the rest of his drink.

“Owen told me they fought about your invite” Kent added, giving Luke a soft smile in a way to make him feel better “She really fought to have you c my ome today Luke, she cared a lot you were here”

Luke shrugged “Yeah i guess, she’s close with my family you know? I mean my mom and dad are here, Quinn and Jack”

The group couldn’t help but roll their eyes at his blindness.

“You know that’s not why she did it Luke and you know it”

The wedding planner started filing people into the venue, to find a seat for the ceremony.

“Luke sit in the middle”

“What? No, why? I’m taller than you I gotta sit on the outside to I can move my leg”

“Because if you sit in the middle then we can stop you when you try to object”

He rolled his eyes “I’m not going to object to her marriage dipshit”

Ethan held his hands up “I’m just saying”

In the back room you were finishing getting ready when Victoria finally let it slip. She was adjusting your necklace, looked you in the eyes and caved

“He’s here” your eyes shot up to hers and your mouth dropped open.

“Really?” She nodded “Really.”

Nodding, you let out a huge breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“We can walk away right now if you want to, I’ll hold your hand and if anyone tries to stop it you’ve got a hockey team to defend you from any evil mother in laws”

You laughed at her and shook your head “I’m okay, I’m glad he’s here”

She brushed your hair off your shoulder and beamed “All ready! You look gorgeous!”

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196 notes - Posted October 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

#46 with luke

“Stop being a fucking prick”

-

Milo’s birth had been the best kept secret of Michigan.

You honestly thought Mackie would’ve spilled the beans at one point.

You were cautious when Ethan left to play in Jersey. With Luke having left the year prior and Milo being a couple months old now, you waited for the

how come you had my baby and I didn’t know? text.

It never came.

So, you carried on with life. You were close to graduating and looking for a job. Not having a job after graduation wasn’t an option at this point, being a mom was expensive.

“Hey, you wanna go watch the Red Wings Devils game this Saturday? Eddy says that he can get us tickets” Mark asked, shouting through the house.

“I’m down but we’ll have to take Milo because his babysitter is out of town”

“Eddy also said ‘tell her she better bring Milo because I miss him’” you laughed, always one step ahead.

At almost a year old, the little boy was beginning to develop noticeable features from his parents. He had Luke’s hair and nose while he had your eyes. He hadn’t fully developed a smile yet but the way he gave his gummy half smiles with a certain slant you knew they’d be just like Luke’s.

Dressed up in his Devils jersey, a gift from Ethan when he left. Milo had been to so many hockey games in his short little life, being a common spectator at Yost.

While Luke wasn’t in the picture you still wanted to bring those certain aspects of him around Milo. You took him to hockey games, you celebrated certain Jewish holidays with him (after a lot of googling). People thought it strange, you hadn’t told Luke by choice but wanted to keep him around.

Your reasoning sounded stupid to some but others understood where you were coming from. Luke broke up with you after loosing out again at Frozen Four.

The devils organization were there in Tampa. Luke had signed before he even got out of his jersey.

He told you it wouldn’t work, how you were going to be too far apart and that he wanted to experience life as a rookie in New Jersey with a fresh start.

You planned to tell him that night, you were pregnant. You never got the chance. Instead, you nodded and wished him well in Jersey.

You then didn’t tell anyone for months until you were all leaving for the summer and you bid your goodbyes very tearfully. You weren’t sure what would happen next year, if you’d ever be back in Michigan with your friends.

You told them, they dragged it out of you and you made them promise to not tell Luke.

It was awfully quiet at the lake house that summer.

Everyone had brought their partners and Luke was alone for the first time in years, he felt lonely. He missed you. He screwed up.

“Have you got his bag? His ear defenders? Oh did I pack snacks? What about-“

“You gotta calm down, what’s up with you?” Mark stopped you, taking milo out of your arms and looking at you bordering on tears.

“This is the first time I’m gonna see him Mark, I thought I could do it-“

“You can! Luke knows nothing about Milo and I’m sure he won’t even notice us there. I’m right here with you”

His words of encouragement calmed you, nodding in agreement and making your way to the car.

It was a busy night and Milo was loving all of the attention he was getting from random people that passed, all waving and smiling at him.

“C’mon buddy let’s go find Ethan and get your first NHL puck” Mark announced, taking him from your arms and walking down the stairs to ice level.

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282 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

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[fluffallamaful]

Dismantled AU: Recovery.

So the prison has been destroyed. Nuked. Obliviated. Dream has been dragged out kicking and screaming and is now captured, once again — this time, he fears, for good. Punz has stabbed him in the back, Sam is gripping him by the shoulders, the whole server is more united than he’s seen it in years and they’re all against him. The future looks dark.

His cell is made of wood this time. He wonders if maybe he’s not enough of a threat to warrant obsidian walls anymore. He thinks about how easy a break-in would be, here. He considers running, but he’s got nowhere to go. Mostly he sleeps. They gave him a bed this time, for some reason. He dreams of Pandora, of blood and tears and safety made in hell. He wonders if the torture, starvation, pain — if it really was all for nothing. He sleeps some more: it’s the only thing he can do to stop thinking about it.

He has a week of isolation before someone finally comes in.

Sam is even bigger than he remembers, and carries himself with a sort of dignity that he hasn’t seen since before he was appointed Warden. It scares him. It angers him, too, even if he knows it’s stupid. He doesn’t dare show either of these things, submitting quietly and obediently as the man walks in.

Sam is aloof and quiet for the first few visits, but eventually he reaches forward. Dream can’t help but melt into his touch, and then it’s like the former-reinstated-Warden can’t keep his hands off of him. It starts with more basic things — scratches on his head, gentle bumps into his shoulder, hugs — but quickly evolves into hours of cuddles, of hair grooming, of care. Even when he’s not the focus of his attention he’s being cared for: Sam will sit on him and cradle his head in his paws while he reads a book, his heartbeat loud and low like a lullaby drum. Soon Sam becomes a staple of the room, staying day and night and rarely going out into the rest of the world. Dream doesn’t know what to make of it.

(Sam remembers a prisoner who begged for visitors, for someone to come and stay with him for a bit. He’s sworn not to make the same mistake this time around.)

—> edit: this is the link that llama thought she lost (HERE) (edits in purple)

omg this was so confusing because i cannot for the life of me find your first ask for this au??? it was the one with the link right?? wtf did i do with it i just spent the last half an hour determining if i had simply dreamt that that ask even existed 😭 it’s just not even there 😢 i don’t even know if i posted it, maybe i accidentally deleted it during my blog sweeping — i didn’t :( i’ve been trying so many recovery websites lmao i feel awful 😭😭

thankfully you recapped it beautifully here. i think the only bits missing are the fact that dream had to be dragged out of his cell kicking and screaming, and also that he had to watch the prison explode in front of his eyes — his only safe space on the server

(more below):

🦙🦙🦙…

i can’t quite remember who it was that lead the decision to ween dream away from his prison? — whole server but either way we’ve reached the point where he’s been given a lovely wooden house to stay in instead. something far more civilised… and of course dream despises it 😢 he’s just not used to being ‘protected’ by such flimsy material. he in fact feels anything but protected by it

sam appearing much larger than dream remembers ☹️ that’s so cute. he’s just so overwhelmed with how vulnerable he feels, cooped up in a wooden shack with nowhere safe to run even if he wanted to,, and now his warden is standing at his door looking taller and broader than ever

and yet despite everything, his body lunges for affection when it’s offered. i imagine it’d be a rather slow process, but still a process that progresses far quicker than his ego appreciates.

i forget who’s on his side in this au? — everyone is would he eventually get more visitors or has sam just demanded that he get used to one person at a time? i kinda like the idea of the other server members slowly starting to build other little shacks around him? like slowly creating a little village. i want them all to work together nicely in a village lmao. perhaps i need to create a village au 😂

🦙🦙🦙…

#llama asks #soup the destroyer #i’m actually so annoyed that i can’t find the other post >:( #liek unbelievably annoyed i literally ended up looking for it for over an hour #Soups Demolition AU

[real-total-drama-takes]

you know what? no. fuck this. im sick of all of the recent noeirra bashing on this blog . i’m enraged at all this hate for noierra, the way we’re all perceived as thirsty delusional heteros for just shipping two gay people makes me sick. (sorry for not shipping a g*y ship like n*wen or he*therra) personally, i immediately side eye noeirra antis. it’s disturbing how you seem to harbor so much hate in your heart for what’s considered a comfort ship for many straight minors. (and that’s not even getting into how so many of those minors identify/relate to both noah and sierra) why can’t you just let people enjoy things?! it’s already bad enough that we had to suffer through the rise of n*wen, now you all treat us like perverted outcasts just because our noeirra elders called it kawaii and made emo edits of it in the past? (as everyone hasn’t consumed emo edits of their favorite td straight otp at some point ) is this really the hill you want to die on?! you’re all clearly jealous that noeirra has 10x as many alt edits as all of your OTPs combined so maybe you should ask yourselves why you hate straight people so much whenever you make your little “noeirra and it’s fans are cringe and stupid” posts. we are not cringe. we are never going away.

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#noirra #td noah #td sierra #copypasta

[chansaw]

Drippyredsmile/genderfluidwh0r is as crazy as ever. I don’t know if u noticed but they’ve started adding REPOST OR DNI to their art posts n shit

They’re calling people who don’t do that “idiots who can’t read” and then whines about losing followers?!?!???

Hun, if u weren’t so rude and you didn’t watermark stuff u don’t OWN that u don’t even edit then maybe you’d get followers back

If u want to get traffic to ur main blog I understand, u can add the @ of ur main to the description of ur “edit” posts. Don’t watermark shit it’s weird

I’m a moot with them and we talk sometimes so I have to hide on anon b/c I don’t wanna start shit w/ them u know

I don’t want to unfollow b/c I don’t want to start shit ofc and I like their art but it’s getting annoying n weird

Also they got annoyed at another (amazing!!!) artist b/c they didn’t hc jd and like 2 others as trans so they didn’t want to draw them as trans

Girl get a grip, it’s giving terminally online 😭😭😭

i’m not quite sure if this person is a minor or not; if they are a minor i’d be a lot more forgiving of the immature behavior youre describing here.

the watermark thing is understandable for art but for the “photo edits?” it’s so stupid because literally there’s nothing edited about them other than the addition of the watermark. aside from some of the BTS photos from the 25th anniversary dvd bonus features, most of the pictures can be found pretty easily through google, pinterest, etc.

i completely understand wanting more engagement/notes but you can’t force people to interact with your content if they don’t want to. and their conduct certainly isn’t earning them any fans… i hope this person grows out of this entitled mindset because jeez. what a piece of work.

on a side note as the world’s #1 kim walker appreciator the way they talk about her is so fucking creepy. she was a real person. she deserved better.

either way thanks for sharing with me

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Everyday I think about how extraordinarily selfish Dazai was when he kept Chuuya and Atsushi close in Beast.

460 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

#4

So I’ve been wondering about why Beast!Dazai chose to keep Chuuya by his side because obviously writing Odasaku away from the Port Mafia was him trying to save his life. And that was his selfless act of love, right? And all I’ve been wondering is why he kept Chuuya (and by extension Atsu and Kyouka) at his side and away from any chance at a life not fraught with suffering and loss if he loved him too. But, Asagiri apparently saying Chuuya makes Dazai feel alive, solves it.

Dazai is ultimately a selfish person and any selflessness he had to give was spent on Odasaku who he knew for a fact wouldn’t make it through the PM. So he wrote him away from it. But he never could’ve written Chuuya out of his life.

563 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

#3

A Twitter post got me thinking about how people seem to forget that just because Soukoku balance each other as “brains and brawn” that doesn’t mean Dazai’s weak or that Chuuya’s stupid. Individually they are perfectly capable and competent characters in every area that matters. WHICH is actually a major part of why they’re so brutally effective when brought together.

733 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

#2

One of my favorite scenes in ep 6 is when Hob is telling Dream how much he’s lost in the last 100 years. From his wealth and social standing to his wife and children. How he made missteps and was branded a witch and was drowned. The reason why is of course in part because regardless Hob stays committed to his belief and love of life, but also because Dream is moved in that scene. He’s moved by Hob’s grief and then further moved by his resilience. It’s so lovely to me how much Dream wants him to continue loving life too. And when he thinks that perhaps the world has broken Hob too, he looks ready to cry on his behalf.

I also appreciate the interaction because typically the ageless being has to hype up the character who initially is written to be naively certain of their ideas about life and it’s worth; but that’s not what happens here. Hob isn’t driven by someone else’s assurance that life is good, he’s driven completely by his own. Even through all his grief and loss and even torture of his flesh he accepts it and he lives. Because he just fucking loves living.

1,488 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Obsessed with the fact that Dream made The Corinthian so hungry for sex specifically. Dude is so fucking horny and fOR WHAT

1,663 notes - Posted September 26, 2022

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#I?????? Reblogged from myself ??? Enough to be in my top five????? That’s kinda fucking hilarious ngl #tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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What's the point of keeping LEDs around the house if you can't spin them? Exactly. I mean, it happened, but the spinning part didn't happen. I want to revisit this idea again, because well, it never really happened. A video of aforementioned solution is here, previous attempt here. It was fail, and a shadow of regret lingers over never getting past the prototyping stage. The specs of the exact LEDs I used in the previous project were these. RGB LEDs require a certain amount of pulse width modulation (pwm) signals running through them to get combinations of pretty colors to shine. When I did finally set up the auxiliary circuit, getting constant contact to each washer became troublesome. I ended up doing something stupid and learned I couldn't apply solder to the nickel coated washers used. Last I tried that, 2 separate red-green blue (RGB's) were used.

DO I NEED SILICON LABORATORIES CP210X USB TO UART BRIDGE SERIES

Notebook - decided against series connection in favor of parallel This time I'm reconsidering spinning LEDs. Maybe I should add more to the shopping cart? I've been doodling in my notebook again. Great, only 22 cents, but the shipping is $8. Searched, but unfortunately they don't have the dimensions I need - weird. I needed an excuse to buy from digikey again. I need to get out of here, preferable to a place with snow and mountains. Sweet, but I'll probably just see this as an offset cost to some crazy road trip later on. This translates to a tank of gas lasting ~2 weeks instead of one ~1.5.

DO I NEED SILICON LABORATORIES CP210X USB TO UART BRIDGE PLUS

On the plus side, commuting on a bike to and from school during weekends saves an extra 2 or 3 days of gas (nada on Fri). Thorn resistant tubes at the local bike shop cost will bring me down ~$12, or ~$24 for a pair. I guess $5 at the Walmart would do, but those are never really reliable. Amazingly, the rear tube can last 3-4 days without needing a repump. Maybe sand particles? I've only rode on it a handful of times this semester since having to repump each morning and after labs becomes a slight hassle. The air manages to leak out of the valve somehow. Transportation wise, one of my bicycle tubes can't stay inflated for more than 2 hours idle. On another hand, responsible me needs replacements. But, that takes hours from your life, and it'll probably be better if I restrain from this until summer comes. Eventually I will purchase it, especially since playing on is where most of the fun really is. Though, responsible me knows better to be spending $60 (40?) on a game I could otherwise enjoy for free. I've been a bit of a fanboy lately since HoTs will be coming out in less than a week. At one point, I attempted to replicate its functions with another board, but the project was placed on hold (seriously don't remember why.). The problem with that was that the circuit board controlling it suffered from some chemical damage during the product's short lifespan. Hope you find some of them insightful.Īs mentioned above, I was having a look at the pump from a liquid soap dispenser I blogged about once. I should probably save up to buy an oscilloscope at some point in my life, just to see what's happening with these devices.įor this blog entry, I'm just going to post a bunch of old photos from months before and give description to them WOW.- for the shake of sharing. in the middle is essentially an element parallel to the inductor load, but I really don't see the logic behind the ones attached to the motor shell. I'm not sure why these guys decided to use capacitors in this way. Though, according to other articles, diodes are popularly used. [edit: Stephen brought this to my attention. So if you suddenly apply a current via turning on a switch leading to an inductor, the difference between the on and off state in the current occurs nearly instantaneously, therefore it's like dividing by 0, and thus the voltage theoretically approaches infinity. Except that "inductive loads" are weird, and follow a v = L*(d/dt)*q relation. I'm not really good with electronics, so my best bet is to refer to wiki for any reasonable answers. Mathematically, it means asymptotes on a voltage-current graph. Not sure how the math works on that, but it might have something to do with damping out the voltage spikes that come from a V-i graph of an inductor (direct current motors are essentially inductors spinning a magnet), and there's always that spark that occurs when you simply attach a hot wire to it. Though, I did learn that some people like to solder capacitors onto the shell of DC motors. That pump (which, I do have photos of*) for the liquid dispenser has mass flux zero. The LED's have zero omega (translation, not spinning). I've been putting a lot of projects on hold lately.

#Do i need silicon laboratories cp210x usb to uart bridge

[apieceofsushi]

Hello, and welcome to chaos! Here is a list of various things you may want to know before getting into my blog, including what fandoms I’m in, what and who I blacklist, etc. Enjoy your scrolling, you can do a lot here ;D

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ABOUT ME

otsukare!! (hello in japanese ^^) if you couldn’t already tell, i am an absolute weeb who doesn’t leave their basement. but i have a few interesting hobbies, so here’s a few facts and whatnot if you’re curious and would like to interact!

uh…what is this blog, exactly?

to be completely honest-

i have no clue! it’s kind of where i just put random thoughts and ideas and reactions…i would say i don’t have too many, but as of writing this i have over eight hundred posts, sooooooo

basically, it’s the chaotic home of one weeb who is in a lot of fandoms and doesn’t know what to do with that information :P

basic info

pronouns: she/her (minor)

favorite food (VERY IMPORTANT!!! 🤪): bagels

hobbies: drawing, writing, learning multiple languages (french + japanese, maybe korean soon….?), losing braincells to games, editing, watching anime and wasting my life (what else is new?), and constantly remembering my inability to touch grass.

what i do that i promote here

yes….very creative….

i am open to requests and maybe commissions too-? although, I’m not very popular so i don’t need to get overwhelmed with those…but basically, I’ll take requests for some edits (in the fandoms listed below), and I’d recommend reading the blacklist stuff and what not. please just be sure to use manners!!

while i haven’t published one in a while, I do write fanfiction on ao3, so every once in a while I may link them to here for you guys to check out, if you’re interested!

i also tend to analyze certain episodes from certain shows (rather spontaneously), so there may be some you know that I have either talked about, mentioned, or made some stupid joke about.

and lastly, I’ll talk about pretty much everything else! yeah….not much organization….I tend to talk a lot about project sekai, and random funny things I find on there. I wasn’t joking when I said this was a chaotic place.

BLACKLIST/WHITELIST

blacklist

basic dni

i support most ships except for incest and anything else that is generally weird.

i understand that the ship concerning kagamine len and rin is quite controversial (were orginally put out as siblings but then left to fan interpretation), but generally please do not interact if you are a supporter of the ship.

whitelist

there isn’t really anything that i like so much above others, but i do like prsk a lot (favorite unit is n25), and i generally like the main ships in given shows from the list below.

keep in mind when requesting

(if that does actually happen at all) please use manners and respect this post when requesting for an edit, if you’re not sure about something feel free to ask before making a request! i would prefer if the requests were for the fandoms that i have stated that i am in, though.

FANDOMS

Key

The purpose of having this key is so that if anyone ever asks me about one of these fandoms, they know where I am/what not to spoil (because I hate it when that happens :,))!

This is also to help me see visually what I should prioritize watching/reading, as there are some fandoms that I am more into than others. i won’t always talk about every fandom on this blog because of that and the fact that this place would be more chaotic than it already is ;;

Green=Finished/Watched All

Orange=In Progress

Red=Have Not Read/Watched

Black(excluding titles)=Don’t Plan On Reading (because my wallet will be empty if I buy everything)

Anime/Manga 86 (Eighty-Six) anime light novels manga Demon Slayer anime manga Kakegurui anime manga Kakegurui Twin anime manga Komi Can’t Communicate anime manga Lycoris Recoil anime manga My Dress-Up Darling anime manga My Hero Academia anime manga Puella Magi Madoka Magica anime manga Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Senpai anime manga light novels RWBY anime manga RWBY: Ice Queendom anime manga Seraph of the End anime manga Shikimori’s Not Just a Cutie anime manga Spy x Family anime manga Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun anime manga Your Name movie manga Games Arknights story Project Sekai: Colorful Stage! Feat. Hatsune Miku (main story) leo/need more! more! jump! vivid bad squad wonderlands x showtime nightcord at 25:00

THANK YOU!!

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[still-a-morosexual-help]

OBEY ME! LESSON 57 DETAILED SUMMARY AND DISCUSSIONS/THEORIES

*I wrote this days after the lesson was first posted and never bothered to go back and edit it so meaning there will be me theorizing about the next lesson as well

*I write a small para for each chapter and I write it immediately after finishing that chapter so there’ll be theorizing about the next chapter too

*I swear more than usual here

*Some of the dialogue is heavily plagiarized and a few is lifted directly from the story, the game is to figure which is which.

*Summaries and Discussions/theories for all the other lessons can be found on this blog under #obey me spoilers or #my theories or #my headcanons

MC wakes up to Belphie and Satan planning on kidnapping them, deciding to wake them up and then arguing about which small prank they should play to wake them up (satan suggests holding their nose till they wake up and Belphie says they’d have to be careful with that method cause it could kill a human). MC decides it’d be best nor to let them go ahead with anyone of this and wakes up screaming to scare them both. They complain about being reverse pranked and say that breakfast is ready. Belphie also gives them the star of diligence for all that happened last lesson. Belphie asks if once MC becomes an actual sorcerer if Solomon will teach them higher level magic. Satan say it’d be a great boost to the anti-lucifer league. Belphie wonders what the final exam would be (and I just realised these two exams will be the final exam holy shit) and satan asks MC if they’re confident, they say ‘after all the BS I’ve been through? FUCK YEAH!’ Satan says it’s good to be motivated but to stay focused, Belphie says past experience shows that MC can stand to lose a little focus and still be okay. There’s a commotion and they realise that it’s probably Beel rampaging cause he got too hungry.

Asmo scolds Beel for his rampage, Beel apologizes and Asmo tells him not to apologize through a mouthful of food cause it seems less sincere. Asmo asks if he even regrets it and Beel ignores him to go reheat the meat pies which pisses asmo off more. Belphie tells him to drop it and that it was partly their fault for taking so long to come back. Asmo then scolds Belphie for being too soft with Beel. Lucifer asks about MC’s star and congratulates them. MC thanks him and questions him being so happy about them nearly being done. He says them becoming a proper sorcerer is important for all the brothers and that personally Lucifer wants them to become more powerful than Solomon so that they can finally shut him up and make him stop pestering Lucifer for a pact. Belphie questions Lucifer more about Solomon and Lucifer complains, also saying that there are plenty of demons willing to forge a pact with him but Asmo says Solomon’s very particular about who he makes pacts with. Asmo says word for word, “It may not seem like it, but he’s got a very cold-blooded side to him. He probably picks his targets purely based on whether they’ll be of use to him.” (I just think it’s really interesting that asmo calls them ‘targets’ though the character relationship diagram did say that Solomon considers others his playthings). Asmo uses Mammon as an example of a demon Solomon wouldn’t want to forge a pact with but Mammon doesn’t respond instant he’s silent and distracted/worried. Asmo pokes at Mammon again asking if he agrees. Mammon distractedly agrees. Asmo’s smile instantly falls, shocked and upset that Mammon isn’t biting back and arguing or saying something mean in return (why is this my brother & I???). Satan says that Levi will also be useless to Solomon. Levi responds the same way as Mammon did which freaks out both Satan and Belphie. MC asks Mammon & Levi what’s wrong. Belphie states how weird they’re being and Asmo also asks what happened, looking particularly upset. Lucifer calls out to the both of them too. But before they get a response Barbatos calls Lucifer asking them all to come to the hotel immediately.

On the way over Satan says Barbatos asking them over this early is strange and asks if he gave Lucifer a reason, Lucifer said Barbatos had promised to explain when they got there. Satan asks if this is wise considering two of them were already acting odd. Lucifer turns to them and says he’s not going to ask what their behaviour’s about rn but when they go back home the two of them have to explain to him what happened. They both give distracted noncommittal hums as answers. Satan says they’re like completely different people rn and Asmo says whatever the reason behind their behaviour it’s probably stupid. Asmo then asks MC about how he should paint his nails next time, MC can say a mature look,  =a feminine look or a simple look. Then he remembers he’s supposed to enrol in a cooking class that makes food to “cleanse the soul” it’ll be hard with new nails. He also worries about whether food that ‘cleanses the soul’ could exorcise him. MC after all the BS they’ve gone through is extremely paranoid and says it sounds sus Asmo says the 7 of them are also pretty suspicious and that given their limited time in the human world he wants to do everything he can. Behind them Levi meows. Asmo says that though the demons are here just on break the angels are gonna be here long term (guys guys guys what if S4’s after the brothers leave and it’s an angel focused season with them bringing in Michael and Raphael and the brothers only show up for small bits??? I’d cry I’ll get Mammon withdrawal). Levi meows again. Asmo says he wants to stay and have fun in the human world for longer too. Levi meows thrice in a row. Asmo finally snaps and yells at Levi. Levi says he just wants to talk to MC for a bit (remembered the girl in college who used to meow at me whenever we passed by each other). Satan says he knows that Levi’s done something bad that’s gonna piss off Lucifer and now he’s trying to drag MC away from the others to find away to fix it. Levi tries to deny it but Satan just congratulates him and says depending on how this turns out they may invite him to the ant-lucifer league. Belphie asks what he did and Levi tries to deny it until Beel stops walking in stunned silence and Belphie asks him what happened. Beel says he just remembered something awful.

Beel wants to go back to get his abandoned meat pies, Mammon breaks outta whatever stupor he was in to say that’s insane and MC suggests heading through the market. Beel loves the idea and hugs MC, with Asmo saying he wants to hug MC too. At the market people stare at them, Lucifer says it’s natural with how big a group they are, Asmo contributes it to his beauty, I say it’s Satan’s ugly ass clothes. Mammon says people oughta pay them if they’re gonna stare, Levi says it’s embarrassing and MC tells him he’s being too self-conscious, Levi replies saying it feels like he’s being made to do an embarrassing public dare. The butcher greets all of them, surprised to see all of them at once, Beel places his order and the butchers asks if they’re friends, family…(members of a cult? Orgy?) MC can look over at either Mammon or Lucifer and get them to answer. Mammon says that  except for MC they’re brothers though he doesn’t like being stuck with them for brothers but what can ya do. Belphie says Mammon’s got that last bit backwards. Lucifer says the same as Mammon’s first part but adds on that the others can be embarrassing. Satan says ‘like you’re not!?’ The butcher looks at this back of idiots who all look roughly the same age and nothing alike and says “ah. I see.” Then says “MC is your friend or…”Asmo laughs and calls the butcher nosy and says he and MC are a couple and that they’re they love of his life (the butcher previously also was introduced to Beel & MC and Mammon & Mc as couples…), Mammon says MC’s his servant (what a dick. I love him so much), Belphie says he thought the story was they hired MC as their babysitter (and that doesn’t sound shady at all) MC can say they’re a.) family This makes Beel & lucifer really happy and they agree. b.) their master, Mammon says MC’s got it wrong and it’s the other way around. Levi says that at least in Mammon’s case they got it right. c.) their babysitter – Satan protests to being called a baby. The Butcher’s like right….I kind of don’t wanna ask for anymore details but it’s nice you’re all so close.

Up in the hotel Beel is on his 37th meat pie much to Asmo’s dismay. Diavolo greets them and apologizes for the time, MC asks ‘what kinda bullfuckery is going on now’. Since last night there’ve been rumours of an evil spirit (aren’t diavolo & Barbatos also technically evil spirits…) Last night a guest had coming running to the front desk, seeming very pale and petrified with fear insisting there was something in the room with them. Though they don’t say a word Mammon gets shocked by this and Levi gets upset. Several staff members had gone to investigate but what they’d seen had left them shaking and unable to speak. They shock was so much that everyone who’d seen it had been admitted to the hospital. Mammon starts nervously laughing, saying it must have been all in their imagination, the way he words it makes it sound like he’s implying evil spirits aren’t real which I find hilarious. Levi, stuttering, backs him up. Satan says they can’t have all imagined it (isn’t this a thing though? Wait lemme google it up. Mass hallucinations or epidemic hysteria. The first two examples are during the middle ages and they both happened to nuns which is odd. The first was a nun who kept biting other nuns and it spread till the nuns were biting each other. The other was a nun who kept meowing and well that spread. Hey you guys need to read the wiki page for the examples of this it’s really fucking interesting). Mammon ignores Satan and tries to leave citing ‘stuff’ he’s gotta do. And Levi suddenly remembers some of his prior commitments as well. Asmo calls them out for being suspicious and Mammon stutters through the whole sentence denying it. Lucifer bans them from leaving which upsets them and Satan realises that they were called to get rid of the spirit. MC (who’s a shit) asks why the demon king’s son can’t take care of it or if it’s safe for demons to exorcise evil spirits. He says he’s got meetings the whole morning and that the spirit is something he can’t keep waiting till later. He says that though to humans they may seem similar, demons and evil spirits are very different beings. He also says the spirit is the kind that’ll be hard even for demons to handle alone. Asmo asks if that means Diavolo knows what it is. He says it’s a bogeyman (Me: *snort*)

The twins are surprised, Diavolo asks MC whether they know what it is. Bogeymen are well known even in the human world, with children fearing they may be hiding in dark corners of their rooms, they don’t have their own form and instead appear as your greatest fear (and isn’t this the thing from harry potter? A boggart right?) Belphie asks how it could have ended up in Corvo and Lucifer turns to the two obvious suspects as they try to inch their way towards the door. Through stutters they try to explain that they weren’t trying to run away. Lucifer’s so pissed at this point his text has stopped appearing in bold and is now appearing in red. Mammon throws Levi under the bus, saying he wouldn’t stop adding all these new upgrades to crowe, levi says it was Mammon doing that using Levi’s account and money. Levi said Mammon wanted to try an effect called “Pandora’s Gacha” which would give you a random effect that you weren’t told about beforehand. When Lucifer yells at them to quiet his text is both bold and red so you know he’s seconds away from murdering them. He makes them explain everything properly from the beginning and there’s a flashback.  They’re both in Levi’s room, realising how badly they fucked up, as black mist starts to swirl around them (they also keep finishing each other’s sentences as they talk about how fucked they are which I thought was cute). Levi says he has no idea what they summoned but that it should definitely not be loose in the human world and Mammon cusses out crowe (which fair? Which did an update to crowe let loose an evil spirit? Maybe cause crowe’s also connected to the devildom but I can’t imagine anyone in the devildom wanting to be surprised with an evil spirit either… and shouldn’t they correct that bug before someone in the human world summons something that only crowe in the devildom is supposed to summon. But I guess Levi’s crowe is a prototype). Crowe actually answers Mammon and starts telling what it is an what it does as the mist starts taking form. Crowe congratulates them on winning a ‘super special rare effect’, Mammon asks how they could congratulate them when this sucks. The mist forms into Lucifer in his demon form resulting in the two of them screaming and panicking, Mammon’s chanting ‘no’ over and over again and Levi shrieks at Crowe to get rid of it and Crowe asks if he wants to transfer the bogeyman to another location. Crowe asks permission to use 1000DP to install an update to do that, which makes Levi hesitate but Mammon agrees. Crowe asks where they would like to send it. Levi starts stuttering saying he doesn’t know and Mammon says anywhere but here. Levi then stutters out hotel corvo. (So I have questions: Does the bogeyman appear as what you fear the most in general or what you fear the most at the time you see it? Like since before it formed a shape they were already freaking out about Lucifer getting pissed at them so in that one moment that’s what they were scared of more than anything else. Also does it transform into your collective fear? Like since Mammon & Levi met it together it transformed into a pissed demon Lucifer cause that’s the one thing they both fear the most but if it met the two of them individually would it transform into something they alone fear the most? I’m asking cause the two of them seem to piss off Lucifer so much, and despite knowing the consequences for their actions this does not stop them from doing more things to piss off Lucifer, and they’ve been doing this for thousands upon thousands of years that it doesn’t make sense that the thing they fear the most would be Lucifer.)

Back in the present mammon happily compliments Levi on his quick thinking of transferring it to Corvo, Levi happily takes the compliment, calling himself a genius and saying he’d seen an ad for corvo right before the whole bogeyman thing appeared and it popped into his head. “How very interesting…” Says Lucifer with a smile on his face and remembering where they are right now Levi gasps. Lucifer quotes back what they just said to each other before transforming into his demon form making the two of them start screaming again. Belphie says the two of them redefine stupid. Barbatos, with a smile, says he’s pleased they found the cause of all this. And Satan remarks that Barbatos seems really pissed. Beel says the way he’s smiling makes it scarier and actually reminds him of Satan (I love the smiling despite being consumed with seething murderous rage thing some of the demons do. We even saw Mammon do it in that one Devilgram where the brothers for once actually managed to piss him off enough to make him transform into his demon form.) Barbatos says he’ll leave the clean up to Lucifer and the others. Lucifer, now back to normal, agrees despite looking upset and saying he’d rather not. Barbatos drags diavolo to his meeting despite Diavolo protesting and saying he doesn’t want to leave as things get interesting and asking if he can reschedule the meetings, Barbatos says Diavolo had promised to be professional and get all his work done if Barbatos let him come and stay in the human world. Diavolo asks MC if they can have a gossip session about everything that’s gonna happen later and they promise to. Diavolo complains again and Barbatos smiles and goes ‘Young Master.’ And Diavolo immediately fold and leaves. Belphie comments on how even Diavolo wouldn’t dare cross Barbatos when he’s pissed. Asmo and Satan say Levi and Mammon should fix this mess. Mammon says as brothers they should stick together. Belphie says he doesn’t get to play the brother card at his convenience. Asmo asks if MC agrees with him. Levi gives them puppy dog eyes and asks if MC will abandon them. If MC says they should all work together Mammon gets all sparkly eyed and says he knew MC would agree and Levi gets all sparkly eyed and says MC’s the best. Belphie says he doesn’t want to be stuck dealing with this. If MC says it’s their fault and they should figure it out Mammon asks them if that doesn’t sound too harsh and Levi says he understands that nobody cares about them. Satan calls them tweedled-dee and tweedled-dum and says they brought it on themselves. Beel asks Lucifer what they’ll do. Lucifer says Mammon & Levi should deal with it, Levi tries to protest but Asmo says they should have known this would happen. They’re interrupted by Simeon and Solomon, with Solomon saying he wants MC to take care of this.

Lucifer asks why they’re here. Solomon says Barbatos told him and that the bogeyman was a perfect opportunity that they can’t let go to waste and that he wants to make it MC’s final exam. MC can say it sounds exciting or crazy, MC’s a lunatic so after they say the first Solomon is pleased and says he’d expect nothing less from his apprentice and that this is gonna be hard but it’ll make it more rewarding. Simeon laughs and says Solomon seems to have rubbed off on MC, he pauses and adds “in a good way”. Solomon smiling says that they’ll have Simeon with them as help. Simeon says he’d only come by to deliver cakes but had gotten kidnapped by Solomon. MC says they could use Simeon’s help, he’s silent for a moment but agrees though he says he doesn’t know how much help he’ll be. The others agree to come along to watch/help MC’s exam. Mammon gets all sparkly at the thought of his ‘sweet little brothers’ coming to help but Belphie says none of them are doing it for him or Levi but for MC instead. Levi says he feels like they really lucked out here. Solomon asks Lucifer if he has any protests. Lucifer looks tired and done but agrees to it all. They end up in a really creepy bloodstained hall bathed in red light. Beel asks Levi not to walk plastered on to him. Levi stutters and says he can’t. Mammon, also thoroughly freaked out, holds on to MC as they walk and says the hallway is really creepy. Asmo scolds him for using this as an excuse to hold MC. Lucifer tells them all to stfu. From the far end of the fall they hear growling until from the shadows something roars and comes charging towards them.  Mammon screams.

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[reidgraygubler]

sounds like sweet talk to my ears (spencer reid/fem!reader)

Title: Sounds Like Sweet Talk to My Ears

Request: kinda, it was already written but someone asked for it to be posted

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: smut, fluff (18+ CONTENT!)

Content Warning:  age gap between two consenting adults (Reader is 22. So it’s 15 years), swearing, sexual content (fingering, bathtub sex (?), groping, penetrative sex/creampie, hand kink), falling in love with a sugar daddy, mildly ooc spencer, light drinking, Sugar daddy!Spencer, sugar daddy relationship, mentions of under-aged drinking (in the past)

Word Count: 4,507

Summary: Reader and Spencer go on vacation where their relationship develops.

A/N: few things, this authors note might be a little long. And im sorry for that. This was written for a full length fic with mgg as the person. But i have heavily edited it to be for spencer instead. So if there are any weird things, or spencer being way out of character, that is why. Like i said this was originally going to be a full length fic (this was previously written!!), but i have since stopped writing it, i think i have one other part that is right after this, so if this part goes good, i’ll probably post the next part. secondly, this was also written for a friend of mine, who is 22, that is why the age gap is so big between reader and spencer. It was also written an original character, but i tried my best to make it be reader insert friendly (lots of petnames and nicknames)...  someone on my nsfw blog (@reidsprincess​ ) asked about this, bc i found this gif that reminded me of this particular fic. Anyways… thanks for the love! Check out my masterlist! 

~*~* THIS DOES CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT!! *~*~

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“This place is beautiful,” I gasped once we were both in the small beach bungalow room. It was more grandiose than the last place we stayed in. The whole place was cozy and comfortable. This was a place I was never expected to be in...

 The front door was connected to the living room, it was a comfortable room, two loveseats, and two armchairs. A flat-screen TV was mounted on the wall across from the furniture. And the kitchen was attached to the living room, separating the two with a breakfast bar and stools. The kitchen itself was better than the kitchen in my apartment. I was jealous of the owner of this home. Flowers and lit candles sat on every open surface.

The kitchen had a set of sliding glass doors, which opened up onto a patio. And that held outdoor furniture, and table and chairs set. Something told me it also housed a jacuzzi, and I was more than excited to utilize that later. The bedroom and bathroom were tuck elsewhere, but I had a feeling that it was as beautiful as the rest of the home.

The house sat on the beach. The sand was pure white and the water was perfectly blue. I couldn’t wait to run and play in the sand. As childish as that sounds… I’ve never been to the beach, so this is all new to me.

“Spencer,” I looked behind my shoulder and at him. He looked down at me with a smile as he set the luggage down on the ground beside him.

“How about,” Spencer pressed his lips to my ear and whispered. His fingers danced across my bare arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I shuddered and smiled softly. “I go run us a bath, while you order food? Dinner with dessert? Champagne?” he offered, dropping his hand to the hem of my shirt. I chuckled lightly and pushed his hand off me. 

“That’s your idea of a perfect evening?” I asked, turning around to face him. “Dinner and a bath?” I chuckled lightly. He was looking down at me; the smile on his lips told me everything I needed to know. That he needed me right now more than I needed him. Although, I don’t think it’s possible for him to need me more than I needed him.

“Any evening with you is a perfect evening,” he whispered, lifting his hand to rest on my cheek. His hand fell down the side of my cheek and rested under my jaw, his thumb rested on the apple of my chin. I grinned as the familiar feeling of butterflies grew in my tummy. 

“Oh you be quiet,” I whispered as I lifted my arms to wrap around his neck. He hummed before pressing a kiss to my lips. I hummed, pulling him down more so we were more so eye level. He wrapped his free arm around my waist and pulled me so I was close to his body. I breathed out a laugh through my nose. After a second, he pulled away from me and kept his eyes on me. “I guess you’re in luck then,” I smiled, placing my hands on his cheeks.

“How so?” he whispered, pressing his face into my hands. I smiled and went onto my toes.

“Because our perfect evenings sound very similar,” I whispered and pecked his lips, “Every evening with you is perfect,” I smiled before walking away from him.

“What… What are you doing, Sunshine?” Spencer asked in a complaining tone as I walked towards the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder at him as I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

“Dinner?” I waved my phone in the air, “What do you want?” I looked back at my phone and smiled.

“Whatever you want will be fine,” he came back up to me and kissed me again before going towards the bathroom, “Bubbles?” he called before stepping into the bathroom. I laughed as I pressed my phone to my ear.

“You know me so well, Spence!” I smiled and sat on one of the stools at the breakfast bar. I looked around the kitchen and living room, taking in the beautiful decor. I wonder how he knew about this place...

I quickly ordered food before finding my way to the bathroom. And, the bathroom was just as impressive as the rest of the house. One wall was just a window that faced the beach. And a large white bathtub sat in front of the window. A shower was tucked in the wall, just so it was out of the way, but even that was beautiful. And of course, it had a toilet and sink. 

“Do you… Live here?” I asked, watching as Spencer was filling the tub. “Or like… Do you own this house? I mean… This is just. This is a beautiful house,” I leaned against the counter and looked at him. He stood up from the tub and looked at me. 

“Sometimes…” he paused as he looked around the bathroom. Sometimes? How do you sometimes live somewhere? “On the very rare occasion, when I have time off… I take my mother down here for a week. She loves the beach and the ocean and the sand in her toes,” he smiled as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt down. Okay, I guess that makes sense. “You order dinner?” he asked, resting his hands on the counter beside me. I looked up at him and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, dinner’s ordered and on its way here,” I nodded and rested a hand on his chest. He quirked an eyebrow and smiled softly.

“What’d you order?” he rested his hands on my waist. I smiled and cocked my head to the side, allowing his hands to wander up my sides.  

“I’m sorry, it’s a surprise. I don’t want to tell you,” I smiled at him. Spencer wrinkled his nose before kissing my forehead. I let out a breath of air and shrugged. “You’ll find out in 20 minutes. You should save some space in the bath for hot water,” I poked his nose before sneaking away from his arms. He grasped my wrists and pulled me back so I was in front of him.

“Where are you going?” he asked, looking down at me. I flashed my brightest smile and shrugged.

“Champagne,” I batted my eyelashes. Spencer laughed and nodded. “You still want a glass or do you want to get in the bath now?” I offered as I walked back towards the kitchen. 

“As always,” Spencer followed behind me. “I’ll grab a bottle, you get the glasses?” he asked, going towards a mini wine cooler. I nodded and opened a cabinet. I opened a few before finally pulling out two glasses.

“If this is your mother’s place, why aren’t there any photos of your family?” I asked, leaning on the counter as I sipped my beverage. Spencer turned and looked at me, leaning across from me on the counter.

“We rent it out on season.” He replied, looking down at his glass. I nodded.

“What does that mean?” I asked, feeling mildly stupid. He looked at me with a smile. “Sorry. But you gotta remember that I’m an elementary school teacher’s assistant… Who's poor. I have an apartment that I can barely afford… Not two houses, one of which I rent out.” I pointed out. Spencer laughed and nodded. “Or did you think I was just sleeping with you for fun,” I leaned over the counter to kiss his lips. 

“Hurt,” he placed his hand on his chest in a mockery of hurt. I smiled at him and cocked my head. He looked back at me with a small smile on his lips. “Basically, when we’re not here, we rent it out… But we don’t have too many people staying here,” he chuckled before sipping his drink. “As for sleeping with me just for fun? I didn’t know it was just for fun,” he pouted. I smiled and shrugged. 

“Can’t forget about that paycheck too,” I smiled at him and winked. Spencer looked at me with raised eyebrows, causing me to laugh. “And, I think the fun is just an added bonus feature…” I laughed, throwing my head back. “I thought what we were was just money and sex? Nothing more,” I whispered, leaning on the counter. Spencer looked at me and shrugged.

“It could be more than that,” he smiled. I lowered my glass to the countertop and stared at him.  I could feel my lips trying to pull into a smile, but the longer I stared at him, the more I wished this wasn’t a dream. Because that’s all it felt like when I was with him. A dream.

“Surely… You can’t be serious, Spencer,” I whispered, finally looking away from him. Spencer lifted his hand and rested it on my cheek, carefully turning my head back to look at him.

“I’ve never been serious like this before, Sunshine. And, please, don’t call me Shirley,” he whispered, poking my nose. I smiled and leaned over the counter again, kissing his lips. 

“Only if you’re serious, Spencer. I understand you’re a busy man yourself, with all that saving people with the FBI,” I whispered. He nodded, keeping his hand on my face. I wasn’t exactly sure if he was being serious, mostly because he’s a bit older than me and most people my age (and his age) don’t take such a big age gap.

A knock on the door caused us both to look that direction. I looked back at him and smiled. “Oh no. What’d you order?” He asked, watching me bounce towards the front door. I pulled the door open and met the delivery man with a smile.

“Thank you very much,” I smiled and took the food and pressed the door shut. “I got pizza because I really wanted pepperoni pizza,” I looked at him as I held the box up. Spencer laughed and nodded as he grabbed the two champagne glasses and bottle.

“I’m okay with having pizza,” he smiled before taking the lead back to the bathroom. I held the box in a tight grip as I followed behind him. “Although, I never pictured pizza to be a fancy dinner before a bath,” he looked over at me with a quirked eyebrow. I laughed before I sat on the ground.

“I mean, you are the one who put me in charge of ordering dinner,” I looked at him, watching as he sat on the ground across from me. He sat against the cabinets of the sink counter. I shoved his food towards him and smiled. “It just shows we have two different tastes. I mean, remember the first night we met. You ordered room service for steak and chicken alfredo,” I pointed out as I pulled my food out of the bag. “I’m a simple woman. I like pepperoni pizza,” I smiled at him.

“I think I’ll put you in charge of ordering food more often,” Spencer smiled at me as he went for a slice of pizza. 

“I think that’s a good idea,” I grinned. “I’ll be sure to eat quick. I’ve never been so ready for a bath in my entire life,” I spoke as I moved to sit closer to him. 

“Take your time. We have all the time in the world, Princess,” he smiled as he sipped his champagne. I felt my face warm up a bit as I looked away from him. Something about the petname he has for me just gets me going, and I love it. He definitely knew that too, that I loved the petname of Princess. 

“Glad to know that,” I giggled as I looked at my mostly-empty glass. 

{***}{***}{***}

“More champagne, Princess?” Spencer’s voice was low as he held up the bottle that was now mostly empty. I lolled my head back onto his shoulder and rested my elbows on his knees (I was sitting between his legs in the bath) and held up my glass. 

“I would love more,” I whispered, watching him pour too much into my glass. I hummed happily, telling him it was enough. He placed the bottle back on the stool and wrapped both arms back around my body. The bathwater was warm and matched with how much booze I was drinking, I knew I was beyond intoxicated. I’m sure Spencer’s presence only fueled that feeling. No, it 100% added to that feeling. I knew that. And, he knew that. He knew he had a way with me that no other man would have, or ever have even.

“You should pace yourself, Princess,” Spencer whispered, pressing his lips to my shoulder. I giggled before sipping my drink, telling him I shouldn’t. His breath of air fanned over my skin as he began pressing kisses to my neck. 

“You, Spencer, should stop giving me alcohol,” I looked up at him as best I could. He smiled and kissed me again. “Besides... you’ve had just as much... as me,” I spoke through tiny hiccups. Spencer chuckled and rubbed my shoulders before pressing his lips back to them. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the unknown tension slipped away. Damn his touch.

“Okay, that’s fair,” he murmured into my skin. "However, I've been drinking for sixteen years. You, Sunshine, are only 22 and have only been drinking a year,” he stated like I would follow the rules. I held back the cackle that so desperately wanted to escape my lips. Me? Follow the rules?? Never ever… This should be a fun thing to tell him.

"True… But I have been drinking since I was 18," I smiled and nodded. I sipped my champagne as I rested my head back on his chest. Spencer made a sound of disapproval which only made me laugh. Oh yeah, that’s right… Under aged drinking is illegal… and he is an FBI agent...  “Okay, since when have you known me to follow the rules? I’m dating a man 15 years older than me,” I pointed out. 

"Oh, you naughty girl." Spencer playfully scolded me. I pouted before humming again.

“Yes, but I’m your naughty girl,” I laughed, arching my back a little bit. I felt his hand travel from my stomach and to my thighs. I hummed as I got a little more comfortable for what he was about to do. “Starting early,” I teased. Spencer let out a breathy laugh. He gently pressed his lips to my throat, right on my pulse point. I gasped lightly as he parted his lips and sucked a spot on my neck. I held my glass just outside of the tub. 

“I’d rather have champagne in the bath than champagne and glass on the floor,” he kept his voice low as he pulled my hand back over the bath. I laughed and shook my head. “Is this okay,” he asked as his other hand traveled a bit more upwards, towards me.

“It’s always okay,” I whispered, taking a deep breath of air. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, I wouldn’t be surprised if Spencer could feel and hear it. 

“Let me take this,” he spoke, taking my glass from my hands. I let out a sound of protest as he took my glass and pressed my head into his chest. He chuckled as he placed the glass on the stool beside the empty bottle. “You can have it back,” he spoke in a mocking tone. I pouted and dropped my head to my shoulder. “In a minute,” he added, his tone becoming a little bit more smug. I rolled my eyes and let out a huff of air.

“Fine,” I whispered. Spencer chuckled again and placed his hand back on my thigh. I hummed happily and looked up at him. “Do you have to be such a tease all the time?” I pouted at him. He smiled and shrugged before dragging his hand closer to my center. 

“Could be more than a tease,” he replied in a whisper. I rolled my eyes and let out a deep breath of air. I carefully lifted my foot out of the water and rested it on the ledge of the tub. “Oh no, you’re gonna get water all over the floor,” he scolded.

“Oh no,” It was my turn to mock him. I smiled as I waved my foot in the air. Spencer hummed before pressing his lips to the side of my head. “A little bit of wet never killed anyone,” I snickered. Except, that snicker became a gasp when he pushed a finger past my folds. My eyes fluttered shut as my jaw stayed slack open. I pressed my back into his chest, feeling his arousal on my lower back. I nearly slipped under the water if Spencer hadn’t had his other arm around my waist, holding me safely against his body.

“Calm down there, Princess,” Spencer laughed as he held me up. I glared over my shoulder at him. “Don’t need you slipping under the water. I think you’re wet enough,” he added as his finger slowly circled my clit. My hands gripped the side of the tub and then moved to rest on his knees. 

“I fucking hate you,” I muttered but moaned towards the end of my statement. Spencer laughed as he pressed his lips to the side of my head. His other arm was pressed against my chest, keeping me still as I wiggled and writhed under his touch. A breathy moan fell from my lips as he picked up his pace.  

“No, I don’t think you do,�� he whispered, keeping his lips close to my ear. My eyes fluttered shut as I dropped my head to the side. Spencer took this as his chance to press kisses across the space behind my ear, causing me to gasp lightly. Spencer hummed, pleased with how I was reacting to any sort of his touches. 

I lifted both my hands and gripped his arm as he slowly eased a finger into my center. I pressed my nails so hard into his arm, I wouldn’t be surprised if come morning he’d have crescent-shaped bruises there.

A man like Spencer who has hands as beautiful as his, he clearly knows what he’s doing. It’d be a sin if he didn’t. A loss for all of womankind. I guess that’s why I’m so pleased that it’s me under his hands right now and not a different girl. I quite literally love his hands, and the way he can just work his magic with his fingers, getting me going in a matter of minutes. He wasn’t lying when he said he was a magician. 

“You alright, Princess,” he asked, keeping his tone low as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of me, curling them just right. I hope the gasp I gave was a good response because I don’t think I knew words right now. My brain was getting fuzzy, and my belly was starting to grow tense. Like a coil deep within me was about to break. 

“S’close,” I mustered out. I swallowed roughly as he began rubbing my clit with the heel of his palm. My whimpers, gasps, and moans weren’t evenly timid as he picked up the pace, finally pushing me over the edge. 

I was a mess. There’s no other way of putting it. But, I’m always a mess when I’m with him. 

Spencer slowly withdrew his hand from between my legs and placed it over top of his other arm, embracing me like his life depended on it. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my breathing. A giggle fell from my lips as I threw my head back against his chest. Spencer hummed as he looked down at me.

“I love your fucking hands,” I turned my head and looked at him. Spencer smiled at me and laughed before pulling his hands off me to look at them. I took one of them in my own and looked at it, entranced by his veins and freckles peppered over the backside. It felt right for his hand to be in mine.

“Thank you… I guess. I think that’s a compliment,” he mused as he placed his arms back over my chest and kissed my cheek. “You good?” he asked, his thumbs rubbing my shoulders.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go dry off and get water. Better see you in the bedroom.” I smiled at him. He pressed another kiss to my face before allowing me to get out. 

“As you wish, Princess,” he smiled at me as I grabbed a towel. His eyes lingered on me for a moment as I wrapped the towel around my body. “I’ll be right behind you,” he added as I grabbed our glasses and empty champagne bottle. 

I smiled at him as I left the bathroom, making my way across towards the kitchen. True to my word, I got a glass of water and drank half of it in one sip. I grabbed a second glass and retreated back towards the bedroom. 

Spencer wasn’t finished in the bathroom, I could still hear him splashing around in the water. I grinned and shook my head as I stepped into the bedroom. I placed the two glasses on the nightstand. I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to finish. 

Not even two minutes later, Spencer entered the room, towel around his waist. I stared at him, my eyes lingering on his shoulders, down his arms to his hands, before flicking to gaze upon his belly and torso. I felt my lips twitch as I stood, leaving my towel behind. He smiled as I basically sprinted up to him.

I placed an open mouth kiss over his lips, putting my arms around his neck to pull him down to my height. I could feel his grin against my lips as our noses smooshed together. His arms wrapped around my waist as he brought us to the bed. 

“You’re so eager, Princess,” he muttered against my lips. I hummed as I threaded my fingers through his hair. That action elicited a moan from his lips, making me smile. He gently pushed me against the bed, standing at the foot as I got myself to lie at the pillows. The way he looked at me told me he was pleased with how the night was going to end. And honestly, I understood. 

He dropped his towel from his hips, letting it fall to the floor, before kneeling on the bed. I took a deep breath as I stared at him, keeping my eyes on my face. I knew if they wandered any further, I’d become a puddle right there. Well, more of a puddle than I already was.

Spencer smiled at me as his fingers ghosted my legs. He gently placed a kiss on different parts of my body as he made his way up to my face. The bliss I felt was unexplainable as he grasped one of my hands and kissed my lips. 

He looked down at me, a small smile on his lips. My chest heaved as my breathing picked up once again. The kisses he pressed to the swells of my breasts made me feel like I was floating. That, or it was the softness of the mattress and bedding beneath us. 

“You ready for me, Princess?” he asked, pressing a knee between my legs, separating them so he could fit comfortably between them. I licked my lips and nodded, keeping my eyes on his. His nose twitched as a smile grew on his lips. He brought a hand to rest on my cheek. “I need to hear you say it,” he leaned close to my ear and whispered. 

“Yeah, yes… I’m always ready,” I swallowed roughly and nodded. Spencer pulled his hand from my face and moved it to my hip. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him close to me. He smiled and kissed my lips, a simple distraction as he pressed his cock into me. The breath in my lungs was knocked from me, causing me to loud gasp. Spencer smiled against my lips. 

“You feel so good, Princess,” he groaned, dropping his head to my shoulder. It took a minute for either of us to move, adjusting to the feeling of each other. “Ready,” he asked, moving to place his forehead on mine. I swallowed and nodded, bringing my hands to rest on his cheeks. 

A smile twitched on his lips as he slowly started to move his hips. At first, it was an unsure rhythm but slowly grew in a slow and meaningful pace. His hands roamed my body before wrapping around my torso and holding me close. 

“Faster,” I panted, pulling my hands from his face and knotting them in his hair, again. He nodded, picking his pace. A familiar feeling in my belly, the coil winding, returned. The groans that fell from Spencer’s lips pushed me closer. 

“You’re doing so good, Princess,” his voice was low and rough as he spoke. 

I pulled a hand away from his head and brought it between our bodies. I began rubbing my clit, pushing me closer to the edge. Spencer’s thrusting grew more erratic.

“Come with me, please,” I whimpered, keeping my arm around him. He nodded and groaned as I clenched around him.  After a moment, we both became a mess. Moans and gasps of each other’s names filled the silent bedroom. 

Spencer stayed put above me for a minute, his arms around my body and holding me close. We took our time coming down from our shared high. A whimper escaped my lips as he pulled out from me and collapsed on the bed beside me.

“I got you water,” I panted, vaguely gesturing towards the two glasses of water on the nightstand. Spencer chuckled as he reached for a glass. I watched as he drank the water, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. I smiled at him, keeping my eyes on him. I knew I should look away, but I couldn’t. “You’re right, I don’t hate you,” I swallowed roughly and shook my head.

“I know I’m right,” he looked down at me with a smile. I rolled my eyes and watched him get off the bed. I furrowed my eyebrows and sat up. “I’m always right, Princess,” he looked over his shoulder and at me. I smiled and nodded as I got off the bed. 

“So much for taking a bath,” I rolled my eyes as I felt our mixture roll down my legs. “I’m gonna shower,” I smiled at him as I walked towards him. He pecked my lips and nodded. 

“Don’t have too much fun without me,” he poked my sides as I grabbed for my towel. I squealed and shook my head. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I smiled at him.

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"Betrayed" *Chapter 11*

Chapters 9 and 10

Chapter 12

Okay so I don't know how many people saw my post before, but I ended up writing a SHIT ton last night. Too much to put into one chapter, so I wanted to edit and break them apart. I think I got THREE chapters out of them. I think. I cut this one and am seeing where to cut the next one, if it needs another cut.

The thing here is I really, really want them all to be published/read pretty simultaneously, because it's just--- A LOT. It's a lot of plots and a lot of heartache and I just want you to get to the good.

But I guess it is what it is. Prepare to suffer.

I'M SORRY I LOVE YOU.

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“So you just left him?”

“Yes”

“Again?”

“Yes”

“AFTER he told you he loved you?” Tiffany was grilling you over drinks at Happy Hour the next day. Although there was nothing ‘happy’ about the conversation.

“He didn’t say–” You started to justify leaving Rafael forever.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is telling you he hasn’t felt a ‘certain’ way in forever, him wanting to kiss you, him basically begging you to stay, that doesn’t count for anything?” Tiffany held her wine glass with a suspicious look.

“Tiff…” You looked away from her, trying to ignore how right she was.

“You know he’s right, by the way,” She added as she sipped her wine.

“About what?” You looked at her with curious eyes.

“You're forcing the sides,” She replied.

“What?!” You exclaimed. “How is that on me?”

“Well did he ever at any point say ‘Y/N if you do this, I will never forgive you, we’ll never be together’?” She asked.

“Well, he didn’t exactly say he wouldn’t,” You pushed your hair back awkwardly.

“I think the fact that he was pointing out that it was stupid was him saying that hun,”

“Look, don't try and guilt trip me now, okay? What’s done is done, I can’t take it back,”

“I mean you could–”

“No!” You pound your fist on the table. “I meant what I said. Even if he doesn’t think sides exist, and that he can live with it, I know he can’t. I’m doing this for him,”

“No, you’re doing it for your family,” Tiff corrected you.

“And that’s a bad thing?!” You exclaimed.

“Well–” She sipped her chardonnay.

“Tiffany, really?”

“Y/N I’m not saying that family isn’t important, that you shouldn’t stick by them in times of need, but also– you didn’t choose this fight,”

“What?” Your eyebrows raised at the statement.

“Look you said what you said by accident, right?” She asked in a leading way.

“I mean not by accident–”

“But it was a one-off thing, right? You just wanted to stick it to Olivia, throw those reporters off you and Rafael’s pheromone scent?”

“Tiff–” You sighed.

“Well?” She pressed.

“I guess,” You shrugged sadly.

“And then this lawyer guy–”

“Louis Henderson,” You corrected her.

“He just takes that one comment and runs with it! WITHOUT your consent!”

“He got my aunt and uncle’s–”

“They didn’t say it!” She pounded her own fist. “They didn’t start this, they let that guy get into their heads and went along with it,”

“Tiffany come on; you know as well as I do this is a good thing–”

“Sure, alright,” She conceded. “Would it be nice to hold some more people accountable? Yes. Could it make any kind of actual change? Maybe, slightly,”

“Tiff–”

“I know that this is an important issue Y/N, I do,” She sighed. “And I know that it means a lot that your cousin gets ‘justice’, but what does that even mean to you anymore?”

“What?” You asked her in disbelief.

“Is getting Olivia Benson fired going to be enough ‘justice’ for you? Is getting a new police commissioner going to satisfy your thirst for ‘justice’?”

“I don’t know…” You played with your nails nervously.

“Do you really think that Terrence would want you sacrificing your own happiness for the ‘good of the cause’?” She asked you genuinely.

“Tiffany!” You gasped. “That is such selfish thinking. Why would I put my own desires above–”

“Something that is bigger than you,” she finished.

“Exactly!” You agreed.

“No, I mean–” She waved her hands. “The entire ‘Black Lives Matter’ movement is not your job to solve by yourself!”

“But every little bit helps, Tiffany,” You insisted.

“I know that” She agreed. “But sweetie, they’re already going to have the rally. They’re already going to do everything. Sacrificing your own happiness just to support something because you feel guilty isn’t the answer,”

“...I don’t know,” You put your hands over your head and laid your elbows on the table.

Maybe you had been too rash.

—---------------

Meanwhile

“Sarge, did you see this?” Sonny came bursting into Olivia’s office carrying a memo.

“And hello to you too, Carisi,” Olivia joked.

“Sorry,” He apologized. “But look at this,”

He handed her a clip from the Village Voice, an announcement about the rally.

“A call to arms, they say,” Sonny quoted the ad.

“Good lord…” Olivia whispered as she scanned the piece of paper.

“This is bad, Sarge. It’s really bad,” Sonny ran his fingers through his gray hair.

“I know–”

“And and and with the whole ‘Black Lives Matter’ thing goin’ on right now? This isn’t gonna be just a peaceful gathering, you know that. It’ll turn into a freakin’ bloodbath!”

“Yeah, I know–” Olivia replied again, not looking up from the paper.

“You have to stop it,”

“Me?” Olivia laughed. “How am I going to stop it, Carisi?”

“Barba’s girl,” Sonny said seriously. “This is her family, her fight. It’s her stupid mouth that lit this fire,”

“Trust me, I know,” she growled under her breath.

“But there’s no way in hell she’ll listen to me–”

“She’ll listen to Barba,” Sonny suggested. “She’ll do anything he says, trust me I’ve seen it,”

“Also true,” Olivia rolled her eyes. “But what am I–”

“Barba will listen to you,” Sonny got on eye level with her. “She’ll do anything he says, and he’ll do anything you say,”

“Well, I mean maybe before but Carisi we haven’t exactly been on the best terms this past week–”

“Exactly!” He gestured with his hands. “That man is so desperate for your forgiveness if he even thinks for a second, you’ll give it to him, he’ll do anything,”

“Carisi,” Olivia blinked in surprise. “Are you asking me to manipulate Rafael into getting his girlfriend to stop this?”

“Manipulate’s a strong word Sarge,” Carisi shook his head. “I’m just sayin’, maybe make him think you’re a little less mad at him than he thinks,”

“But I am,” She grunted. “I am so livid with him–”

“Then what’s the problem, Sarge?” he asked. “You wanna stick it Barba, I’m givin’ you the chance. It’s a win win,”

“Sonny,” Olivia used his first name to switch off ‘cop’ mode. “Rafael’s your friend too,”

“...Yeah,” Sonny nodded sadly. “He was,”

“If we do this, he’ll never forgive either of us. Are you willing to sacrifice your entire relationship?”

“...I don’t see any other option right now, Liv. The Police Commissioner is on my friggin’ back. He wants this shut down as soon as possible, and he made it pretty clear it was my ass on the line for it,” He replied sadly.

He really did feel guilty about doing this to his mentor, but all the loyalties were falling apart faster than he could decide who’s was where.

“...Okay,” Olivia finally agreed after a long moment of pondering.

“Yeah?” Sonny’s eyes lit up. “Thank you, Liv, I promise I’ll make it up to you,”

“Right,” She nodded. She started a text to Rafael as Sonny bounded out the door.

“Hey– Can we talk?”

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The Next Night

Rafael was so excited to see Olivia he arrived at Forlini’s early to get Liv’s favorite table by the window. He changed his tie three times before leaving his place and his suspenders twice. He finally decided on the black and pink striped suspenders with his pink tie. He pre-ordered Olivia’s favorite wine and food. The waitress was coming with the bottle when she walked in.

She knew what she was doing. She wore the outfit she knew he liked her best in, a navy green pantsuit with a black blazer. She wore his favorite perfume, and when she walked in, she had a warm smile on her face.

“Hey, Rafa,” She placed a kiss on his cheek before sitting across from him.

“Liv,” He breathed a sigh of relief he felt like he had been holding for weeks now. “I’m so glad you texted. I knew we’d get past–”

“Let’s not talk about it, yeah?” She placed a hand on his while the woman poured the two glasses.

“Agreed,” He nodded happily as he sipped his own scotch.

“But…you know…” She traced the glass with her pinky. “You really hurt me, Rafa,”

“I know,” Rafael nodded in shame. “And I will do anything to make it up to you,”

“I’m so glad to hear that,” Olivia smiled; she almost felt guilty this was so easy. “Because I had something in mind,”

“Oh?” Rafael raised his eyebrows curiously.

“Yes,” She took a deep breath. “You know, work hasn’t been easy lately,”

“I know,” He played with his napkin uneasily.

“And losing that Richard Wheatly case didn’t help matters,” She twisted the knife in his back.

“...I know,” He couldn’t look her in the eyes, he was so ashamed he had done this to her.

“But” She rubbed the back of his palm with her thumb. “You know what would really help ease some of the tension?”

“Mmm what’s that?” He finally looked into her eyes at her touch. It felt so warm, so nice, so– right. It was like having his lights turned on in his proverbial home.

“If I didn’t have to worry about this silly rally next Friday,” she said with a coy smile.

“I see, that’s–” Rafael nodded in agreement halfway listening but when he heard ‘rally’, he snapped to attention. “Excuse me?”

“Well, you know I just heard that some people are going to have some sort of gathering outside City Hall next Friday,” She explained softly, still rubbing the back of his palm.

“Who exactly did you hear that from?” Rafael pulled his hand back away into his chest. “

“Ah..um..” Olivia debated whether or not she should throw Carisi under the bus. “Just from…around,”

“Right,” Rafael sat back against the booth. “And what exactly did you want me to do?”

“Nothing!” She waved her hands before putting them back on the table where Rafael’s hands were still sitting.

“Nothing…official,” She added in a lower, child-like voice.

“Liv…” He narrowed his eyes.

“I just thought, maybe you could say something to your girlfriend–”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” He cut her off immediately.

“Rafa,” Olivia gave him a look.

“Olivia,” He mimicked her back.

“She’s not your girlfriend as much as Stabler’s not my boyfriend,” She rolled her eyes.

“No, you and Stabler have probably dry humped at least once or twice in the back of a squad car, and–”

“Rafael!” She tossed a napkin at him in disgust.

“...And we never even kissed,” He finished with a sad look washing over his face as he remembered how you left him the last time he saw you.

“...Past tense?” Olivia’s voice sounded concerned, but it was more for her job than Rafael’s wellbeing. She hoped he didn’t pick up on that.

“Yes Olivia, past tense,” Rafael grunted, slowly realizing where this was going. “We…’broke up’,”

“I thought you weren’t–”

“Well, it sure as hell felt like she was breaking up with me when she walked out of my apartment the other night!” He pounded the table.

“She–” Olivia blinked in disbelief. Was this all for nothing? “She left you?”

“Yes,” He looked away from her as he spoke. “Because I wouldn’t— I wouldn’t—”

“You wouldn’t do what?” She asked, afraid to know the answer.

“I wouldn’t give up on you, Liv!” He looked at her now with tears in his eyes. “I told her that you were my family, that I loved you. That I would never stop trying to fix things between us,”

“Oh, Rafa…” Liv’s voice became soft and sincere as she realized what she was doing. She remembered just who she was doing this to; her best friend.

“But clearly, she was right,” Rafael quickly sucked back tears and stiffened up.

“What do you mean–?”

“I mean she called you HORRIBLE things, Olivia!” He raised his voice. “She said that you were an evil person who ‘threw me away’ without so much as a second thought!”

“Rafa–”

“She said that you said and did things to serve no one but yourself and didn’t care who you hurt. And she was RIGHT!” He laughed at the absurdity of it all. “I can’t believe she was fucking right…”

“How can you say that?”

“How can I–?” He laughed again, this time tears welling up in his eyes once again.

“Olivia, you tell me right now that you actually came here to make up with me. That you didn’t come here just so I would talk to my girl— Y/N, about canceling her rally. To make YOUR life easier,”

“I…” She looked down in shame now, playing with the napkin in her lap.

“I cannot believe that after everything we have been through,” Rafael spoke again as he got up from the booth. He was quickly losing the battle with his emotions, he had to finish this up and get out of there.

“After everything we’ve said and done for each other,” He threw his napkin at the window, Olivia still couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

“After I gave up the one other person who loves me as much as I thought you did–” He paused to let a sob pass in his gut as he realized what he’d done.

“You just–” His voice still cracked, making Olivia look up at him with tears in her eyes and the most pitiful look on her face.

“You don’t care,” He whispered, keeping the sobs out of his throat. “You really don’t care,”

“Rafa wait,” Olivia stood up as Rafael walked towards the door. She tried running after him, but he held his hand up.

“Just do me a favor Liv,” He didn’t even turn to look at her as he had one hand on the door. “If you have any humanity left in you; just leave me alone, for good,”

And with that he left the restaurant, leaving Olivia standing there to think about what she had done.

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can you do tom and reader who’s most likely too couple edition 🥺

TH’s YouTube Extras: Most Likely To

a/n: i’m sorry this took long, love. this is short and sweet, kinda a different format but i hope you still like it! Oh and Harry is in italics ahaha.

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You were sat crossed legged on the couch, closely beside Tom who was all sprawled out. His legs were open wide as he leaned back on the cushion with one arm on the back of the sofa, right behind you. There was a camera on a tripod right in front of you both that was already recording.

"Hello guys! Welcome to our...second channel, should I call it?" Tom turned to you with a chuckle. You gave him a nod and a sweet smile. "This is basically where we post the shorter and more unplanned videos," he elaborated, glancing back at the camera with a soft chuckle.

"Today we're going to be doing a quick Who Is Most Likely To," you explained. "We've got our ping-pong paddles right here with each our name on opposite sides," you added, showing the camera the paddles with Tom doing the same.

"And Harry is right behind the camera to ask the questions," Tom finished, pointing towards Harry to get this game going.

Who's most likely to date a celebrity?

"That's such a bad first question," you scoffed with a shake of your head, lifting up the paddle with your name.

"I mean, she's dating one now," Tom laughed, doing the exact same and showed your name as he wriggled his brows at the camera.

Who's most likely to be dramatic?

Both of you raised the paddle with Tom's name on it, the lad beside you chuckling with a nod.

"Yeah, I don't think we need to explain this one," he said.

"He's just over dramatic with everything," you pointed out with a playful roll of your eyes.

"No, I'm not!" Tom protested with a loud gasp, the hand that held the paddle landing on his chest as he gawked at you.

"You were saying?" You raised your brow, Tom pouting in response but didn't bother to say another word. You giggled at that, leaning towards him to place a sweet kiss on his cheek that was quick to replace his pout with a bright grin.

Who's most likely to die due to something stupid?

Tom showed your name with a soft chuckle, you nodding in agreement as you lifted the paddle up with your name too.

"I'm just so clumsy," you laughed. "I'd probably slip and break my neck in the process so yeah, me."

"You see now why I'm overprotective over your clumsy but pretty ass?" Tom pointed out, narrowing his eyes at you. "I need to wrap you in those human-size bubbles to keep you from harm I swear."

"See what I mean about overdramatic?" you challenged, turning to the camera with a deadpan expression.

"It's just 'cause I love you too much, darling," he crooned, leaning closer to place a tender kiss on your temple. You leaned into his warmth with a soft hum and a love-struck smile on your lips, a sight that only made Tom's heart melt.

Mostly like to go to prison for something stupid?

"Probably me," Tom chuckled, paddle up to show his name.

You did just the same. "I mean you've already admitted to wanting to rob a bank," you giggled.

"If I have superpowers," he countered.

"But that's still a very stupid thing to admit in public, is it not?" you giggled, Tom sighing softly as he nodded in agreement.

Who's most likely to cry during a sad movie?

Both of you lifted your paddles up at the same time, your name written on each of it.

"I mean I'm a big crier too but it would take a very emotional scene. But the minute she sees someone else cry, she's gone," Tom explained, turning you with a soft chuckle.

"I don't know why but yeah, every time I see someone else cry, I start crying too," you admitted with a timid laugh.

Tom's arm fell from the couch and landed on your shoulder, giving your arm a loving squeeze as he pulled you closer to his side, keeping it touch there for the rest of the video. "It just means you've got a big heart," he gushed, flashing you one of his many charming grins. You beamed at him lovingly in response, giving him a light pat on the chest as a silent 'thank you'.

Who's most likely to cry during sex?

"What kind of cry?" Tom asked, turning towards his brother.

...just generally speaking.

"Well, I haven't so—" Tom shrugged as he lifted his paddle up with your name on it.

"I have," you muttered softly, lifting the paddle of your name up, covering your face with it to hide your slight embarrassment.

"When it just feels too go—" Tom stopped himself when you shot him a death glare. He turned back to the camera and laughed, "I'm not going to finish that sentence or I'll die."

Who's most likely to go a week without a shower?

You showed Tom's name swiftly with a laugh, him doing just the same with a shaking his head in slight shame.

"It's because I'm too busy sometimes," Tom reasoned, turning to look at you with a pout, finger running up and down your arm softly.

"I don't let that happen by the way," you said as you turned to the camera. "If I need to drag him to the shower then I will."

"Among other things she does to get me in the shower," Tom muttered, mischief glimmering in his orbs as he wriggled his brows at you suggestively.

You could only roll your eyes at him.

Most likely to be a romantic?

The two of you looked at each other, paddles remaining down, smiles on your lips because you both know it was a tie.

"We're both equally romantics," Tom chuckled, giving your arm a squeeze before turning to the camera as he added, "She occasionally gives me flowers out of the blue and it honestly makes my heart soar every damn time."

You laughed with a shrug. "Yeah, because flowers don't have genders you know. A lady can get her man flowers too," you hummed, beaming widely at Tom.

"Damn right." He shot the camera firm look before turning to meet your gaze again. "I love getting flowers from you," he gushed, hand running up and down your arm fondly.

"And I love getting flowers from you too." You tilted your head at him with a bright, loving smile. "And sweets," you giggled.

Who is most likely to initiate sex?

"We both do," Tom chuckled, turning to you, his brows furrowing when you had your paddle up with his name on it.

"More Tom than me but not by much," you explained to the camera with a shrug, the lad chuckling without any protest because it was in fact, true.

Who's most likely to use the other person's toothbrush?

You quickly raised Tom's name with a shake of your head. "Mainly because I would never," you said, glancing over to your boyfriend who had his own name up. You stared at him curiously. "Wait a sec, have you?"

Tom flashed you a guilty smile. "It was an accident," he started. "I thought I grabbed my toothbrush but as soon as I placed it in my mouth I made eye-contact with my actual toothbrush and yeah."

"Tom!" you gasped, smacking his shoulder lightly.

"It's not like my tongue hasn't been in your mouth before!" he defended with a laugh.

"That's different you muppet! You're not shoving your tongue in my mouth to clean it now aren't you?"

"Shoving is a bit harsh," he muttered which only earned a glare from you. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry! But it was an accident I swear," he chuckled, wrapping both his arms around you for a quick hug, a soft kiss landing on top of your head soon after.

All you could do was sigh, Tom letting you go with a chuckle as he sat straighter. "Right, last one," he said.

Who is most likely to give a lap dance?

Tom showed your name with a smirk, glancing at your answer which only made him furrow his brows. "What'd you mean me?" Tom chuckled as he gestured towards your paddle with his name on it.

"Uh, have you seen your umbrella performance?" you said as a matter of fact, turning towards the camera with a grin.

The lad beside you groaned in dismay as he hung his head, earning a laugh from you. Lifting his head back up with a grin, he turned to you with a brow raised in challenge. "But who has actually given one?" Tom countered.

You felt your cheeks heat up at that.

"Yeah, that's right turn that paddle around," he teased, you showing your name with a sigh as you hid your face behind the paddle once again. "I'm a very very lucky guy," he hummed towards the camera, earning an eye-roll from you.

"So, that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed this short-styled video. And we'll see you again next time!"

Once he was sure that the camera was off, Tom was quick to wrap his arms around your torso, snuggling into you with a glimmer in his brown orbs.

"Babe, I don't feel like showering today," Tom whined, pout in full play as he looked at you expectantly.

"What, you want an incentive?" You raised a brow at your man, your fingers combing through his hair adoringly.

"Please?" he cooed, hiding face on the crook of your neck, a hot kiss landing on your skin soon after. "Save some water?"

You can't help but giggle at that, knowing that it wasn't a good point since you mostly spend longer in the shower when you're with him. But either way, his offer does sound very alluring.

"Fine, shower in five minutes."

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