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darkeralmond · 1 month ago

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yeees i would definitely enjoy a celebrini fic <3

EYES LIKE SIRENS

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Pairing: Macklin Celebrini x Emilia Richardson

Summary: While Emilia’s is on another date in an effort to get over Macklin, she reminisces on her past HOCO proposal which made her realizes how much she likes Macklin

Warnings: Implications of sex, but no smut

Apricot Speaks: hi guys!! i missed u all sm!! i have been working hard on these and ive also been wondering if i should post these on wattpad too. lmk and pls support my writing!!

“Emilia, this is really starting to become a problem,” Clara called out from her bed. I rolled my eyes at her comment, but due to how small our room was, she saw my reflection causing her to add,“Don’t roll your eyes at me. It is a problem and you know it. This is the 3rd guy in the span of 2 weeks.”

Finally looking back at her, I replied, “Shouldn’t you be proud of the fact I’m not home moping around like I was before?” When I look back, I intensely stare at myself as I focus on acquiring the perfect cat liner.

Behind me, I heard her sigh as she jumped off her bed and making her way into the bathroom. She stopped next to me and though I wasn’t looking, I could the disapproval as she stared into the side of my head. “Maybe if you stare long enough, you can burn a hole into the side of my head and I can cancel this date.”

“Ha,” She answered dryly. I finally looked over at her when I finished the second eye with a smug smirk on my face. “Why do you even wanna go on this date?”

“Because I need to distract myself from brooding in bed all day.” I played with my hair, perfecting a natural messy but sexy look.

She huffed again signaling her distaste in it all, but it wasn’t her concern what I was doing with my free time. Even if it was in an attempt to get over M- someone. “Is your location shared at least?” She asked, raising her brows as she did so. There are so many things she does which resembles my mom which annoys me, but it at least makes me feel somewhat comforted in a way.

I smiled slightly as I answered, “Yes, Clara. I’ll text you where I’m at at times, and I’ll send the safe word if things go south.” Even with my best attempts at reassuring her that not everything will end bad, she still has the same disapproving look on her face. “Clar, I’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry.” I took her hands into mine in my final attempt to assure her I’m grown and can make my own decisions.

I understand Clara’s concern, but what she doesn’t realize is that I know my date’s intentions. I knew this was only going to be a free meal followed by a one night stand, it’s basically what I signed up for when I hopped on these dating apps. All the dates she’s referring to could be considered more as hook ups and actual romantic dates. It’s what I need right after Macklin. Dammit, there goes my 10 minute streak of not thinking of him.

Sometimes I think she has mind reading super powers the way she’s able to redirect the conversation without me saying anything. “So, who’s the lucky bachelor tonight?” She asked as she holstered herself onto the sink counter.

“Jason Redding. He goes to NYU for business.” She bumped her shoulder against mine playfully, causing a small laugh to bubble out of me. “He also plays hockey, which is weird ‘cus I didn’t know they had it there.” Normally I steered clear of hockey players, but somehow Jason landed right into my DMs and it was a love story from there. And by love story, I mean his opening line being ‘This is why I prefer blondes.’

And they say chivalry is dead.

He didn’t make any effort in hiding his true intentions, which I appreciated since other ones did. He suggested taking me to dinner at a very fancy Italian restaurant before taking me to his dad’s hotel located nearby to stay for the night. Now why he was in Boston, I didn’t know.

Well that was until Clara said, “Oh! They play the boys on Tuesday. That’ll be interesting.” I forgot that Macklin had said something about playing NYU in their opening game. If I had known that I definitely would’ve cancelled on him, or never answer him at all.

“You can say that again,” I mumble. I heard my phone ding with a notification, prompting me to look down and see a message from Jason. “He’s here. I’ll text you when I leave the restaurant, alright?” I grabbed my coat off the bed and shimmied into it before tossing my purse over my shoulder.

“Please be safe!” She called out as I left our dorm. I heard the door shut behind me as I made my way towards the elevator.

When the elevator doors shut, I let out a long exhale. Not a nervous exhale, just one final sigh before I put on a fake facade for this guy for the night. Why be myself when he won’t stick along long enough for him to cherish it. I used to not be this way.

I used to be jittery going down this elevator to go out on dates. Now I felt numb and ready to get the night over with. I knew there were no feelings attached to any of these hookups that spawn in my lap, so why worry over something that’s not gonna progress. Let alone affect my future.

I thought my feelings would change eventually. That I’d meet the right guy and feel all the waves of emotions I used to feel in the past, but I haven't. It was my fault I wouldn’t either, so I knew not to feel sorry for myself.

As soon as I stepped out of the building, I wished I would’ve picked a warmer outfit. The weather in early January Boston was hellishly cold and my tights did nothing to prevent the wind from freezing my legs. At least I looked good in my skin tight leather dress.

I wasn’t suprised when I approached Jason and caught him eye fucking me. “Well, hello to you.” When I was in close enough proximity, he wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. I didn’t expect this type of contact so soon, but I didn’t tense up either. I had more in store for me later anyways. “You look even better than you do in pictures.”

My fake laughs had become more convincing the more of these “dates” I go on, but at least this one was giving me stuff to work with. “You’re not too bad yourself,” I said, and I wasn’t lying either. He was super attractive. Brown eyes, blonde hair, a chiseled chin with peach fuzz. He just wasn’t my type.

He opened the car door for me, so I crawled in. The car felt so warm, causing me to melt into the seat. Before shutting the car door, Jason said, “Yeah, don’t fill up too much. I’ll have desert waiting for you in the room.” I was waiting for him to say something along those lines and it didn’t even take 5 minutes. I closed my eyes momentarily as I let the heat thaw me out.

On the way to the restaurant, it was silent minus the sound of traffic around us. With nothing else to entertain me, my mind had resorted to reminiscing on the past.

It gave me a healthy reminder on when I was young and naive, I used to fantasize about my soulmate sweeping me off my feet in a grand romantic gesture in front of a crowd of people. Guys, like Jason, have lowered my expectations of having an Uber paid for me when I used to appreciate aftercare.

…

Junior Year

I would like to believe that since my break up I was doing an incredible job on focusing strictly on myself and school. That, however, went out the window when I came to the realization that it was going to be my first homecoming dance without Westyn.

I stared at my ceiling above, taking in all the teenage version of One Direction staring back down at me. If only one of them could come to life and save me from this catastrophe, preferably Zayn. “I don’t know, maybe I should text him and ask. It will be my final time ever interacting with him.”

“Please don’t make me drive over there and snatch your phone away from you so you don’t do anything stupid,” Macklin replied on the other end of the phone.

I laughed as I rolled onto my stomach before responding, “Then you’d be late for your game.”

Without missing a beat he said, “Then, I’d risk being late for my game then.”

“Aww, you do really care about me. I thought you were heartless,” I teased him.

He scoffed, “It’d be for my own sake so I don’t have to hear you complain about him ever again.” I rolled my eyes and laughed again. He got serious again when he said, “Look, I’m sure someone will ask you soon. It’s still a month away.”

I dramatically groaned before flopping back on the mattress. “But I need to get my dress now!” I took the phone off speaker as I brought it up to my ear. . “I’ve already decided pink is my color this year and I wanna be able to find something glittery and unique.”

The sound of him driving was replaced with his laugh which caused a smile to appear on my face as my face grew warmer. “Alright, I’m pulling into the rink now. My parents will be there to get you in an hour so please be ready. Oh, and, Emilia?”

“Yeah?”

“It’ll happen,” He said in a low, almost secretive, tone which made my stomach flip for some odd reason. “Alright, see you later.”

I say bye and hang up, looking at the time on my phone. I should start getting ready now since the Celebrinis will be here in the next hour, but for now I stay laid down in my same position. . I continue to stare at my One Direction poster as I let my mind race with a million thoughts at once.

Ever since the night of Westyn and I’s break up when I came crying to Macklin, something changed within me. That night I saw some sort of spark in his eye which made me reconsider everything. His eyes drew me in like a siren, but I was able to break away and leave before anything could progress.

It had to have been my imagination, because the next day things were normal between us. Maybe it didn’t happen or maybe it’s the way Macklin naturally looks. Whatever it was, that look was dangerous.

I heard my phone ding, causing me to pick it up. Macklin had shot me a text which read:

I know ur still laying down, get up.

…

I didn’t feel crazy anymore for the way I was feeling in bed, because waiting for Macklin to come out after tonight’s win felt different. His parents didn’t help soothing my nerves any, as they were also acting weird. Like they were anticipating something.

I continued chucking it up to my own paranoia until Macklin came out of the locker room and I noticed his mom now held up her camera. “Hey, you!” He greeted me with a cheesy grin as he came out, holding his arms out for a hug. With my brows furrowed, I still accepted the hug because I wasn’t going to leave him hanging just because of my own derailing thoughts.

Without skipping a beat, Macklin’s mom announced, “Let me take a picture.” Macklin spun me quickly to face her, and part of this felt rehearsed. His grip on my waist as we posed for the picture felt tight that if I tried to squirm out of it, I would fail miserably. As my head rested against his chest, I could hear his heart racing. Maybe it was just due to post game adrenaline rush, but he also seemed nervous. I watched as Macklin’s parents, specifically his mom’s, faces lit up as they looked past us which made me think something was occurring behind us.

As if Macklin noticed it too, he glanced back as his grip loosened. I also turned my head, but in an effort to do so, I noticed a bundle of bright flowers against the black sweatshirt Macklin was wearing. I gawked at the arrangement of different pink flowers which were wrapped with a pretty pink bow. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor as he held them out for me to take.

Accepting his flowers, Macklin gently held onto my waist as he diverted my attention to the scene behind us. I was greeted by five of his teammates holding up poster paper spelling out ‘HOCO?’ with joyous grins on their faces.

I could feel my jaw beginning to cramp, indicating how long it had been open due to the amount of surprises thrown my way in the span of a minute. I thought Macklin had been acting weird about Westyn because he liked me, but it was really because he wanted to make sure I wasn’t going with Westyn.

Even though I felt relieved that my initial guess was wrong, for some odd reason my heart felt a sudden pain at the thought of Macklin not liking me. That’s a good thing though… right?

“Emilia?” Macklin spoke up, grounding me back to reality. I looked over at him and noticed the panicked features embedded on his face.

I laughed as a reaction to everything before answering, “Yes, duh!” I threw my arms around him as I grinned from ear to ear. People around gave subtle applause while his teammates cheered loudly.

When we pulled away, I captured the same look that I saw the night I came to him crying. That same longing look. My heart dropped as I swiftly shifted my eyes to look elsewhere, breaking eye contact that made me want to risk everything.

“Now, you have to find a different way to ask me to prom,” I joked as an attempt to distract myself from what could’ve happened.

He laughed before responding with, “I’m sure you’ll have a new date by then.” With that, he put an end to the delusion I’ve had for the past month. I simply nodded my head, looking back down at the flowers.

…

Now

Jason’s hand found its place on my leg, bringing me back to the present as I looked in his direction., “Are you ready to head inside, gorgeous?”

For the first time tonight I felt something that wasn’t numbness, disappointment. Disappointed that I wasn’t looking at Macklin’s smiling face. Disappointed that I let things slip through my fingers because I couldn’t balance my chaotic life.

Swallowing that feeling down, I nodded my head and answered, “Yes.”

As I was escorted inside, my head kept reeling back to what Macklin could be doing right now. What if he was seeing someone as well? What if he’s actually moved on?

No matter what I keep telling myself, thinking about Macklin is inevitable. How am I capable of moving on whenever he breaches my mind every minute of every single day. There was no possible date that could solve this yearning.

#macklin celebrini #macklin celebrini imagine #hockey fanfiction #macklin celebrini x fem!reader #apricot’s fanfics #macklin celebrini x reader #macklin celebrini x oc

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potential-fate · 2 years ago

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I sorta loathe the ts2 fat morph....

which has apparently become a project of it's own.

so I mentioned this vaguely somewhere, but thought I should make a generalize post about it. Mainly cause it'll probably affect any cc I make in the future so... there's that.

Anyway.... because I've spent the last few months sorta adding fat morphs to some of my really old clothing, I quickly realized that I didn't have to deal with EA's "fat" morph. There is literally nothing stopping me from just... making it look better/how I want it to.

Anyways, long story short, I'm picky. There are a decent amount of nice bodyshapes out there, and while I like them, I don't like having multiples of the same outfit (it's the same reason I ended up going with Sunshine hair.) I like sticking to the game's original setup, which in the case of fit states, is unfortunately limited.

I also spend most of my time posing and doing story posts, so I'm not a fan of the much larger bodyshapes, even though I love them in theory.... because they clip a ton, and make more work for me later. So I wanted something that I liked 🤔 but also didn't fuck with the in-game animations too much.

Also, I just sorta like the pear-shaped chunky body type (it's not at all cause it resembles mine lmao nope.... not at all.)

anyways, idk if anyone is even still reading this, but uh... yeah.

I guess this is me, introducing the "sorta chunky, sorta pear-shaped, 'still not really a fat morph' in my opinion because game limitations" bodyshape/fatmorph? (Or, in short cause filename size 'pfate pearshape'.)

At least as an idea. idk if anyone is at all interested in this. but if they are, I can share whatever people want about it/resources for it? idk it's not like I have WSOs cause I honestly don't know how to use them let alone make them. I tend to just make my morphs by hand.

But on a technical note, I think I have most of the Digi Marvine feet naked meshes defaults changed to this, and some other stuff too. mainly Club Crimson stuff, because frankly, I'm still using the files I had from 2012 so none of them had morphs at all (though I'm sure someone somewhere HAS added morphs to them.)

[[ TL;DR is this: I felt like I needed to make a post about it, cause some of the stuff I'm gonna be sharing coming up has fat-morphs based on this. things like defaults that either didn't have morphs so I added them, or they had morphs but I edited them anyways because I was defaulting them with specific sims in mind (like Jorah, Alex or Ginevra) and I wanted a post that I could link back to for reference on those posts. ]]

in any case, if I make a default and change the morphs from ones that already exist, and you WANT the defaults with the original morphs, that's very easy to switch out and I will gladly do it if you ask lol. otherwise I'll probably edit things as I see fit since uhm. well I make cc 99.9% for myself 😂😅

Other age turnarounds under the cut, cause this is too long already.

EU Bodies (Left: Maxis Standard/thin, right: Pfate-Pearmorphs)

TU Bodies (Left: Maxis Standard/Thin, right: Pfate-Pearmorphs)

CU Body (Left: Maxis Standard/Thin, right: Pfate-Pearmorphs)

CU body changed the least from the original fat-morph, then the elder femme frame, I would say? cause the elder frame already had a sort of pear shape (that sorta inspired the other femme ages.) the others are varying degrees of change, with AM being the strongest change by far.

#sims 2 cc #sims2cc #sims 2 download #ts2 #ts2cc #pfate #my posts #idk if I really should have tagged those #since it's not technically a download but.... it is definitely related?#no one get mad at me I'm sorry for 'crosstagging' if this counts as that 😭#pfate.txt #pfate pearmorph #fat morph #pinned

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lunanoc · 1 year ago

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For the ship thing, Liu Sang/Wang Can our of curiosity

anon i think you want to watch the world burn

disclaimer heads up once again that these are all 100% my personal feelings and not moral accusations of any kind, so if you happen to like this ship that’s your business and my opinion means nothing. that being said, fair warning, this isn’t going to be positive

so yeah i uh. intensely dislike this i’m not sure anyone’s surprised and there’s vaguely lore as to why that i’m not going to get into excessively, but the tldr of it is basically in two (ish) parts.

the first is that strictly coming at it from canon, independently of what your canon of choice is, this ship is wonky at best. and yes, i know, not everyone cares about that, and i’m not saying it’s completely impossible because AUs/canon divergences exist for a reason, but that’s point number one. i’m not even going to get into the fact that wang can, who’s very much a blip both in sha hai the book and sha hai the drama, di es in both which makes things even more impossible unless you redact that. then there’s simply the circumstances factor. the only way in which i could see this potentially being remotely possible in a canon setting is if you infer that liu sang’s association with tudian means that if tudian had extensive contact with the wangs, they might have crossed paths at some point. but given how little we know about tudian and his everything, it’s speculation, but it’s not impossible so there’s a window there i guess. and you’d also have to assume liu sang, who re: restart the book was born in the 90s, was born in the earlier half of the decade because otherwise he’d have been a bit young: not so much in general, because though that’s a topic for another discussion people do ship wu xie and li cu, more in relation to the popular fanon surrounding the liu sang/wang can ship which i’ll get to in a bit. as for how they’d work even if you filled in all those conditions? to be honest i’ve never thought about it extensively, but i don’t that we really get enough of wang can as a character to be able to pin him as more than a highly driven wang operative, and as for liu sang, given his general approach to most people and things, i can only really picture this in a ‘what if liu sang had been endoctrinated into the wangs’ AU because the way i see it, liu sang is someone who tends to be driven by the same sorts of intense/bordering on fanatical feelings in interpersonal relationships (re: how he is about xiaoge), so he and wang can would have to bond over their mutual devotion to the cause. again, not impossible, but you do need to get creative

this does bring me to the second part of the ‘why i want to burn this with fire’ lore, which is the fanon behind this ship even existing, and even that’s twofold. again, this is purely my personal feelings, but the biggest no-no for me from the get-go is this ship contains liu sang, and i do not like liu sang as a character. and yes it is practically entirely because of his fans but that’s also a topic for another time. unfortunately for similar reasons that also extends to most if not all characters who have been played by the same actor. so this ship is pretty much a double no-no for me for solely those reasons. then there’s the other aspect of the apparent appeal of it that specifically hinges on the fact both characters were played by the same actor, and so that i’ve seen, it’s a fairly popular take to make them both fanon long-lost twins. which then turns it into fanon incst and that’s just. really not my cup of tea. it’s just one of those things i let be but want to stay far away from, which makes it doubly unfortunate it’s another one of those ships i’ve had pushed at me directly or not before i distanced myself from most popular dmbj fandom spaces to avoid them

i wish i had more constructive things to say about this but unfortunately i don’t

#ask meme #dmbj #liu sang #wang can #wang can/liu sang #negative #once again tagging so people can easily avoid it #but if you couldn’t tell it’s a no from me #why are these one always longer it feels like i’m justifying myself

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jonathankatwhatever · 12 days ago

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It’s 4 Feb 2025. Having trouble getting going. The US is losing primary care medicine. Waiting for ‘urgent care’ now. Wonder how that will be?

If urgent cares were actual health centers where people would schedule regular visits, etc., but now it seems a way to make money off primary care, essentially directing resources into these places because then the numbers work.

I don’t want to get into that. I have a heating pad on my knee.

Already back, so including the surprise walk back, this took 40 minutes, which is excellent. Wonder what it will cost. It’s the flu. Like I said it was days ago when anti-virals may have worked. I’m used to it.

The heating pad is making me tired.

Had to leave to save myself!

Trying to find math. This is a clean, well-lighted place, and I never agreed with Hemingway, as attractive as that idea was that this is nada, rien, absent of meaning in the specific way that the realization of the absence of meaning is the meaning, which is vividly rendered, which is clearly meaningful. In other words, that it all means nothing is an n-1, a value formation, which means it will take a variant of (e^x) -1, because that, when inverted, is the count of 1 to 2 rendered as a value up to x so whatever occurs as a value forms within that count. Get it? I barely did, so I’ll try to say it again.

I find my thoughts around you become sexual at inappropriate times.

The excitement is within that layer, accessed through Attachment at that layer. I was thinking about a basic lever while coming here. What was it? I remember thinking that the cuing of squeeze the right side first when standing addresses the set of imbalances which cause the fascial generated pain in the knee upon standing. I call it fascial because it doesn’t localize consistently, because it moves around, and those indicate to me a structure which is pressing together in various ways that show cracks or where bits crumble. That can be addressed with grease, but the long-term solution is to get the pieces in alignment. That can be addressed through a choice mechanism, a CM, and thus through fCM, meaning you generate Things which create CM100 chains which transmit into a future you which experiences less pain and more mobility because you have developed Pathways which align you better.

Still can’t remember what I was thinking about.

This is good tea. I’m surprised at how good. Green tea with some honey and ginseng, I think. Not annoyingly sweet.

The idea of CM100 chains scales. If you can grasp that, then you have a lot of it. You have to answer that. How do I grasp it? I see a single chain of gs. They pop into existence orthogonal to a count of 1’s, and as they pop into existence, they are also seen as put in a row counting 1’s. That establishes the basic field, which requires some explanation I think. The basic field is the area, the potential, rendered in projection for viewing. This field is the cardinal and the ordinal count of 1. It’s not that simple. Imagine that we’re counting 1 by gsPrimes. Imagine that we’re counting 1 by Irreducibles, which is almost another kettle of fish, perhaps more cioppino than bouillabaise, but the same idea, that there’s a soup and stuff in it with different textures but all infused with the same general flavoring so you have the sensation you are eating this single Thing, a dish, made of individually made Things, meaning this is another example of the subtotal problem, which is n-1, which finally gets to the point that this utterly fantastic run-on conception is about how once you have n-1, then you have ways to realize value and thus ways to count n-1, which includes that e^x because now it should be clear that this literally calculates that field value in which the various Pathways exist to that End.

That took a fair amount of concentration once the motive force began to fade. That allows me to get at what motive force is. Can I ask who me is in this? It isn’t this guy sitting here but rather the Thing which flows that out through this Triangular End. Oh, so we pass me back and forth, which has been inherent to the concept of ME! as a function, no matter how annoying it is to type an exclamation point only to have the next word capitalize. It should be able to recognize when that makes sense.

If I translate the label, it was the Mechanism for an End factorial. Not the End Mechanism, meaning that which creates Ends, which I tend to approach through D-structure generating D3-4 Space and D3-4 Things. The Mechanism comes first, meaning we state D-structure does its stuff. That’s where we relate to Sticks, since we generate Ends using the Mechanism which they use to generate what? The specific structures for the End potentials. These are intangible, meaning they are intangible and whatever becomes tangible is only through Ends.

What comes to me is almost silly: it’s that both are versions of M+Ends, with one ME being connected to tObjects, and the other to iObjects, which sort of makes that MI, like My, which often becomes an e when the next letters specify that sound. The basic point, though, is that fCM is now fundamental because it applies across scales, and thus this mechanism expresses in the identification of Ends within the applicable gsSpace. That has a Triangular, which means the Sticks represent that side which Attaches at the intangible. That’s why they carry traffic, why they construct to do that, based on the same algorithms we use, which is why we were focused on the signs of Stick activity as indicators of Ends changing. Expresses in a variety of ways. In the meeting rooms, I remember color in various forms, as those connected to ordinal rankings which then we would cardinalize using this form of counting model in which we’d establish a DE which translates into Boundary, which becomes finite through n-1, so we then count over the x values, which is polynomial, to see what generates, not to search for any specific solution.

This is then analyzed orthogonally, which is the gsProcess by which we generate the midline perspective using gsPairings to construct related Ends, which we identify using ME! Those paired Ends connect over the Triangular to the Mechanism for intangible Ends, which we might as well call iEnds because that leaves Ends as the ones connected to tObjects, while iEnds connect to iObjects. We’ve using iThings and this goes with that.

So the connection is at the Bip, which thus contains in its pole all the gsProcess which we then try to spread out best we can when we shift the view. I remember we tried a lot of approaches, driven by the knowledge that we could not control the field because we were values within it. That translates to the conception of a point at infinity, which should be obvious by now.

It was your arrival in that Storyline which generated this entire operation. I am highly s-weighted. I remember the effort, back in the early teens through college, put in to analyze thought processes and the general classification of types as associative versus what actually works out to commutative, which would appear to me as an ellipse with an ellipse perpendicular, so the one gathers and the other projects. This translated to the male form being the projective form, being what jumps ahead in the belief that the threads will come together at that spot being reached or reached for. The female form is more associative across the coming together of the threads. This is why the concept of marriage as a joining exists, and the idea of ‘cleaving’ thus containing the division and the unification of 1. Thus the primitive notion that this pairing takes absolute form in Things, not recognizing how identity layers and entangles.

Well, you do commute over long distances in more than one sense. Like in every sense. But I have to ask why, when those are decades old thoughts, did I not make that direct connection to you until this moment? When I first heard about forms of algebras, and their hierarchy, I knew what it meant though I couldn’t translate the symbols because their approach was from the other side of the midline.

That actually helps a lot because it says how we both and each connect over Triangular to the 1Space in our ways. A toast to gsPairings, I guess.

I’m running out of motive force. I think I’m going to workout. I had a good ‘run’ yesterday, and that binding spot has relaxed. If the place isn’t overrun with kids, maybe I’ll lift. There’s only so much maleness I can take.

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theafictionado · 20 days ago

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What’s it about?

Beginning as a good old fashioned coffee shop AU, this fic has spun out into multiple complete but continuous storylines, each focusing on different characters and relationships within a modern, non-magical setting:

Act 1-3 follows Saber and Diarmuid as they fall for each other and navigate a new relationship as two people very much running away from or otherwise dealing poorly with past ones

Act 4 is a prequel following a young, grieving, very depressed Kiritsugu as he meets Maiya and Iri for the first time

Wedding Cheers is a wedding episode/movie special… except that it focuses on Maiya, always the bridesmaid never the bride, as she reckons with her past trauma, her unrequited feelings for Kiritsugu, and the immortal question “hey, Cu’s kind of hot, right?”

Pumpkin Spice Latte, a Halloween special which is the origin of a certain meme and contains some important emotional set-up for…

Act 5, which is “coffeefic does Heaven’s Feel”, following the now-grown-up F/SN kids over one very stressful Christmas week.

There are also “coffee sips” which are short stories set at various points in the timeline and jumping between various characters who don’t get “main” plotlines devoted to them… though by this point the stories aren’t short and I’m basically using these as a format to flesh out and give closure to all the side characters who haven’t had their own arc yet (plus extra, post-Act 5 closure for some who have).

Why wasn’t it online before?

Honestly, I was mostly just shy – this was initially meant to be for me and like 3 friends, and more generally, I was worried about having my messy creative practice Perceived and Known in a public space. There’s definitely some writing from this era that I’m glad exists only on my hard drive and a couple of people’s inboxes, but it seems a shame to sequester all of it away. Enshrining this fic is as much a tribute to my younger self as anything else,

Plus, at the time the general logic was “no one will take you seriously as a writer if you’ve got fanfic out there!” (if that was ever 100% true, the landscape has shifted since then) and someone had once told me very adamantly that I should never publish anything online because people would steal my ideas (I don’t remember who that was, but clearly they made an impression). Basically I had a lingering sense that I would Get In Trouble or cause Something Bad to Happen, which… well, it would be wrong to say my anxieties are gone, but they take a slightly different shape now, and I figure it’s worth moving past them to share something that can potentially bring some joy in this ridiculous and demoralising world.

Why is it online now?

I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, but have ultimately always chickened out!! So cheers to the person who messaged me asking where they could read it – you finally lit the fire under my butt to engineer a better way of doing this. The AO3 format may also be a much more sensible distribution system for the later, bigger Coffee Sips, but let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.

Will it be any different?

I’m making some tiiiiiiny stylistic tweaks as I go, because I can’t help myself, but otherwise the text will be the same as in the big “collected edition” PDFs with all the chapters together. Even if it’s cringe or I would do it differently now!! This is an archival effort, after all.

What if I want the PDFs?

Knock yourself out! I love those big ol’ formatted PDFs! Send me a message and I’ll email ‘em to you!

Coffeefic, now on AO3!

Surprise!! Originally begun in 2013 and sent out via email to a few friends and then an increasingly large mailing list, I've now decided to archive my long-running, multi-arc coffee shop AU Fate/Coffee online to make it more accessible. While there are some things I'd definitely do differently now, there's some writing in here that I'm quite proud of, and this piece of work is such a huge part of my creative development that I want to celebrate it. You'll be able to find it all here!

I'm in the slow process of getting everything uploaded, starting from the beginning (going back to zero, you could say...)! At time of posting, the first 6 chapters are up. I've set the (hopefully doable?!) deadline of Christmas 2025, since that's when Act 5 takes place. Can you believe that real life has now caught up to the big timeskip? :,)

So whether you're a new or returning guest to The Crossroads, enjoy!

#coffeefic

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sinsandsuccubus · 3 years ago

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Bf!Jack Things

Masterlist ☽ ☾

☽ ☾

SFW

Calls you stink

“Jack, you know that’s not an endearing word, right?”

“Well, it’s endearing to me.”

Buys you matching sunglasses

Criticizing him for buying shades instead of prescriptions

“You literally cannot see, but you want to buy regular designer shades.”

“You gonna leave me and my bad eyes alone.”

Taking care of his hair

“I can’t believe you used Cantu”

“I didn’t know any better”

“Yeah well now you know, shame on you.”

Stealing his shirts/hoodies cause he’s huge

“Babe, have you seen my Kentucky sweatshirt?”

//is wearing it// “I have no clue where it is.”

Keeps a list on his notes app with all your orders from your favorite places to eat and drinks

Takes off your makeup when you're too tired to do it

Religiously FaceTimes you after every concert

“Babe, the crowd went crazy, I think that was the best show yet!”

After every show you didn’t go to he would make sure to smother you in love

Lays on your chest telling you about how good or bad the show

Rents out restaurants for the two of you to eat at in peace

Pays for your manicures & pedicures (if you’re into that)

“Let me see your nails..” “Oo~ these look good on you ma. I saw this design on Pinterest, you should totally get it” //whips out phone//

If he comes in from a rough day, he’d crawl up your body and go under your shirt and lay his head on your boobs

Is your personal weighted blanket

Has nightmares when he sleeps on his back, so he likes to lay on you

Definitely loves being the little spoon, in secret though

Sometimes has insecure moments

For example, if you’re watching or listening to someone who fits your type, he feels a little bit insecure about what you see in him

But he’ll take that with a grain of salt as soon as you confess your undying love for him, then he gets cocky

“Motherfuckers ain’t got nothing on me, couldn't even bag the best girl”

Is fiercely loyal to those he loves

Would go above and beyond to shower you with love and take care of you

Would buy you things just cus

“Jack, you don’t have to spoil me so much”

“Well, I want to so deal with it.”

Is important to him to provide for you and make it so you don’t have to work

Would sometimes bicker with you because you don’t want to feel dependent on him

“Jack, I can provide for myself, you don’t have to do everything for me.”

“I know but I want to. I want to give you the world.”

“But Jack, you’re my world”

//he cries//

Carries a piece of you everywhere he goes

Y’all have matching necklaces

“I want to have a part of you everywhere you go, and which versa”

This leads to…

NSFW

Makes a mold of his dick for you (as a sex toy) to use when he’s away

“Did you seriously give me a mold of your dick?”

“Yeah, so you’ll have the real thing. Well, not the real thing, but a copy.”

Loves to spank your ass

Has left a bruise from where he’s slapped your ass in the same spot, multiple times

“Babe, pick a new spot, I’m bruising”

“But I like this spot” //smacks it again//

Asks you to send him nudes or lingerie pictures when he’s either at the studio a lot or away

“Damn ma, you got me bricked up in the hotel room right now. You wanna help me handle that?”

Phone Sex

Makes sure your nails are always done so you can leave scratches on his back

Would absolutely fuck you in the studio and then use the recording of your moans on a song

Loves your ass but also loves your titties

Would titty fuck you and cum on them

Is into cum play

Definitely has a breeding kink

“Well, we gotta make those eight daughters happen somehow.”

Size kink

“You look so small underneath of me ma”

He’s confident enough that he would love having toys in the bedroom

Would see them as his “best friends”

“They’re my allies, not my enemies”

Is down for some things, but would need some convincing

Could probably convince him with chicken wings and ranch

“Babe, I’ll buy you a big bucket of KFC and a whole bottle of ranch if you try this new position with me”

"I'm in"

Aftercare

Totally takes care of you. Like full care

Washes your body and allat

Offers you a massage

“You did so well for me mamas, let me get your shoulders. Are they hurting here?”

Is into bath bombs and shit

“Babe, this is rose scented. Oh! And it has little rose petals embedded”

Makes you drink herbal tea

“Oo~. See babe, this one relaxes your muscles”

Cuddles you and showers you with love and affection

“You’re such a pretty girl. You did so well for me.”

“You’re all mine, allmineallmineallmine.”

He sleeps soundly in your arms

It’s the best sleep he ever gets

Is forever in love with you and makes sure to remind you before you fall asleep

“I love you forever mamas”

Major shoutout to @hoodharlow @jackharlowsthings @mortirolo & the notorious 🧚 for helping me out. Y'all the realest

Also shoutout to anyone else who helped me. Y’all know who you are, and I appreciate you

#jack harlow #bf! jack harlow #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow drabble

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yourlocalfictionalenthusiast · 4 years ago

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IN LIFE, IN DEATH...

Part One

Luke Patterson x Fem!reader

Summary: All you wanted was to play the biggest gig of your life with your best friends, but you just might get more than you bargained for.

Warnings: death and some swearing (I don’t think there is anything else but if there is, let me know!)

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May 1994

“Shit.”

You whispered to yourself as you stared at the old clock on the diner’s wall.

It had only been half an hour since your shift started, but you were already anxious for it to be over.

Cece’s diner was normally one of your favorite places in the world. It was a small, poorly lit building in a boring part of L.A. It didn’t see much business since it wasn’t easy to find. But the air always smelled like fresh coffee and cinnamon.

You loved working there, but it was not where you wanted to be right now.

“You okay, (Y/n)?” A voice asked from behind the counter. You turned to see your boss Cece, a petite middle-aged woman who was eyeing the dirty table in front of you that you were supposed to be cleaning.

“Yeah, sorry. My mind is somewhere else.” You admitted, throwing the empty plates in the tray and carrying them to the kitchen.

Cece shook her head and let out a laugh as she followed. “On a certain guitarist, perhaps?”

Your cheeks flushed and Cece laughed again, grabbing the rag off her shoulder and smacking it against your arm lightly.

She was one of the few people who knew about your feelings for Luke Patterson. One of your best friends, childhood crush, and most recently, your bandmate.

“And for your information, I’m thinking about all of the band because we’re practicing tonight.”

“Uh-huh.” Cece hummed, a sly smile on her face.

She always pretended to be annoyed with your ramblings since you joined sunset curve, saying that a sixteen-year-old girl had no business being in a rock band. But you had caught her bragging about you to the few regulars you had multiple times.

She had a son living a few states away, but they weren’t close. So she treated you like her daughter. Which meant she wasn't the biggest fan of you constantly hanging around a bunch of teenage boys. But eventually, she warmed up to them. Especially Alex; he was her favorite.

Luke, on the other hand, annoyed her to no end.

You ran the dishes under hot water and pressed a kiss to Cece’s cheek as you walked past her and back into the main room.

“Besides, Luke doesn’t like me like that.”

Cece rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to speak but the shrill ring of the phone cut her off. You let out a sigh, grateful for the distraction. She meant well, but when it came to your situation with Luke, you were more than happy to live in denial and ignoring it altogether.

He was your best friend. That’s all that mattered right now.

You shook the thoughts from your head and grabbed the phone’s receiver. “Cece’s Diner. How can I help you?”

“How much do you love me?”

Speak of the devil.

Your heart raced at the sound of Luke’s voice rang through your ears. His choice of words definitely not helping to calm you down. You shook your head, mentally scolding yourself.

“Luke?” You asked which prompted Cece to raise an eyebrow from the other side of the room.

“Hey. I’m sorry for calling you at work but I can’t finish this song and it’s driving me nuts. I need you and your genius brain to come help me.”

Despite your protests, the tap dance in your chest continued. It was ridiculous that after knowing Luke all your life, you were still shocked when he complimented you like that.

“I don’t get off until six, but I’ll come after.” You said, trying not to smile when you heard him cheer in victory. “And before Reggie asks, yes, I’ll bring coffee.”

Luke laughed before singing into the phone. “Get me a large with extra whipped cream and cinnamon.”

“I hate you.” You sang back, making a mental note to wipe off the smirk you could practically hear in his voice before the line went dead. You sighed as you put the phone back on the hook, holding a finger out to Cece.

“Not a word.”

A few hours later, you walked into Bobby’s garage, carrying a cardboard tray in each arm.

You sighed as you looked around the room. Every surface was covered in discarded paper balls and empty fast-food wrappers. You had expected to hear some form of music or at least some talking but the room was dead silent.

In the center of the mess, Alex and Reggie sat on the floor. Alex was trying to balance his drumsticks on his nose, and Reggie was mindlessly strumming his bass. Luke was sitting back on the couch, his eyebrows tightly knitted together as he frantically scribbled into his notebook.

“Your savior is here, and I come bearing coffee.”

All three heads whipped in your direction and within seconds, Reggie was excitedly bouncing his way towards you. He reached out to swipe a cup from the tray in your left hand. You swatted his arm away.

"Not that one. That’s Al’s.”

You set the rest of the drinks on the table in front of you and walked up to Alex. You handed him the cup and he gave you an appreciative smile. You always made sure to get him hot chocolate or tea, since you learned the hard way that caffeine can sometimes make his anxiety worse. He told you he didn’t want to admit that to the guys. So you were happy covering for him.

“Why does he get his own special one?” Reggie pouted as he grabbed another cup and strolled over to Luke, plopping down next to him on the couch. “And why is she the only one who can call you ‘Al’?”

“Because I’m his favorite.” You said, poking Reggie’s cheek as you passed him and took the other seat on the couch next to Luke. Alex just nodded, trying to hold back a smile.

“I thought you didn’t get off for another hour.” Luke said, looking up from his songbook for the first time since you got there.

“Cece knew it was important band stuff so she let me off early.” You shrugged.

“Oh no, she’s not mad at me, is she?” Luke shivered, thinking of all the times Cece had chewed him out for being a ‘bad influence’ on you or made him wipe down some tables for accidentally making you late for a shift. “You know I can’t stand when that woman is mad at me.”

“I also know that all you have to do is give her your little puppy-dog look and she’ll instantly forgive you.”

“Yeah, you guys are alike that way.” Luke teased, sticking his bottom lip out and batting his eyes dramatically.

“Yeah, yeah. So, what have you got so far?” You said as you bumped his shoulder with yours. He grinned and started translating his messy handwriting for all of you.

The four of you sat there for an hour putting all the words in the right places and by the time Bobby got there, you all felt confident that it was finally finished. You took your place behind your microphone and nodded.

“Okay, Al. Count us down.”

Alex twirled his drumsticks. “1…2…3…4!”

June, 1995

“Don’t look down.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you sang the song you had written a year ago. Your feet bouncing on the stage, the thin layer of sweat on your forehead.

To your left, Luke raised his arms, trying to hype up the non-existent crowd. Alex clashed his drumsticks together to the beat as all your voices came together.

“Cause we’re still rising up right now.”

You clapped along to the song, the energy coursing through your veins. Luke was in the middle of throwing his guitar behind his back. You rolled your eyes at him and he flashed you a small bashful smile before turning his head.

Your heart fluttered but you forced yourself to turn the other way, singing with Reggie just as the song transferred out of the bridge. The fog machines cued the ending chorus and you gripped your microphone with both hands.

“And even if we hit the ground, we’ll still fly.

Keep dreaming like we’ll live forever.

But living like it’s now or never.“

The other boy's voices dropped out until it was just you and Luke singing the chorus. You looked over at him, but his eyes were glued to the front of the room. Normally, you would share a mic for this part or at least stand close together, but he seemed determined to avoid you.

Just like he had been for the last six months.

You ignored the gaping pit in your stomach and poured all your focus into the song.

“Like it’s now or never!

It’s now or never!“

The final riff sounded and you let out an exhausted but proud sigh. There were a few scattered claps from the staff in the venue. But a curly-haired girl behind the counter was cheering especially loud. Reggie winked at her and leaned into his mic.

“Thank you! We’re Sunset Curve. Tell your friends.”

You rolled your eyes at him and pulled his arm, dragging him to the center of the stage. Alex came from his drum set and you gave him a high five.

“Al, you were amazing!”

“Yeah, dude, you were smoking.” Reggie agreed.

Alex blushed. “Nah, man. I was just warming up. You guys were the ones on fire.”

Reggie rolled his eyes. “Can you just own your awesomeness for once?”

Bobby and Luke nodded in agreement and you raised your eyebrows at Alex, nudging him until he finally smiled. “Okay, I was killing it!”

“I’m thinking we should fuel up before the show. Street dogs?” Luke asked. Alex and Reggie hummed in agreement but you wrinkled your nose.

“I think I’m gonna pass.” You said, jumping off the stage. It wasn’t that you had anything against street dogs, but as far as pre-gig activities go, it didn’t make your top ten list.

Bobby landed next to you and started jogging towards the counter. He ran a hand through his sweaty hair and approached the girl wiping tables.

“Oh no.” You said. “Bobby, leave that poor girl alone.”

Bobby turned around just enough to give you a glare as you both reached the counter. The rest of the boys weren’t far behind. You felt Luke slip behind you and throw an arm on Bobby’s shoulder.

Bobby told the girl some line about being a vegetarian. But she shook it off, looking over all of you.

“You guys are really good.”

You smiled proudly. “Thank you.”

She returned your smile. “I’ve seen a lot of bands. Even been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it.”

Luke was practically beaming. The whole band contributed with the songs, of course, but you and Luke were the main writers, so it was always nice to hear people compliment your words. “That’s what we do this for. I’m Luke, by the way.”

“Hey, I’m Reggie.”

“Alex.”

“Bobby.”

“And I’m (Y/n).”

“Nice to meet you guys. I’m Rose.” She said, turning to you. “You have a great voice, by the way. It’s always cool to see a girl lead vocalist.”

Bobby snorted. You elbowed him and Luke gave him a wet-willy. “Oh, thank you. But I’m just co-lead.”

She opened her mouth to say something else but Reggie reached in his back pocket and pulled out a C.D and a t-shirt, handing them to her. “Here’s our demo, and a T-shirt, size beautiful.”

As if on cue, you and Alex rolled your eyes. You sent Rose an apologetic look as she held the shirt up to her body.

“Thanks, I’ll try not to wipe down the tables with this one.”

Alex nodded. “Good call! When they get wet, they kind of fall apart in your hands.”

Bobby glared at all of you. “Don’t you guys have to go get hot dogs?”

Luke pushed Bobby back and leaned on the counter with both arms. “Yeah, he had a hamburger for lunch.”

The boys started going towards the exit but stopped when Alex noticed you hesitating. “You coming?”

You really didn’t want hotdogs, but you also didn’t want to stay and listen to Bobby attempt to flirt with Rose. So you nodded and followed Alex to the door.

“Hey, (Y/n)!” Rose called out and you turned around. “Don’t sell yourself short.”

You gave her a warm smile before walking out into the alley. The night air hit your skin and you shivered slightly. It wasn’t cold, but it was definitely a change from the sweaty stage. You wrapped your jacket around your shoulders.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Luke whooped as he jumped through the doors and into the alleyway.

Alex gestured around, wrinkling his nose. “The smell of Sunset Boulevard?”

Luke shoved his shoulder. “No.”

You jumped out of the way as Luke splashed in a puddle. “It’s what that girl said in there. About our music.”

His eyes flickered to you when he said ‘our’ but quickly looked away. It was practically the first time he had acknowledged your presence all night.

“It connects us with people, you know? They can feel us when we play.” He said excitedly, slowing his walking until the rest of you caught up with him.

He reached each arm up and pulled Reggie to his side with one arm and despite being right next to you, he pulled Alex to his other side. You turned your head forward to hide the confused look on your face but you knew Alex saw it.

Other than Cece, he was the only person who knew about your feelings for Luke. You could tell from the look on his face that he was just as confused with Luke’s recent behavior as you were, but he didn’t say anything.

“I want that connection with everybody.”

“Then we’re gonna need more T-shirts.” You heard Reggie say as you reached the end of the alley. You pulled up the hood of your jacket and turned your head away from the line in front of the venue.

You didn't mean to walk so fast, but you were the first one at the alleyway a few blocks away from the Orpheum. You made your hotdog and made small talk with the vendor for a few minutes before the guys caught up.

“You trying to ditch us, (Y/n)?” Reggie asked, putting ingredients on his hotdog.

“Not my fault you guys are slow.” You stuck your tongue at him and he squinted at you. Alex groaned. You looked over at him to see him trying to put a pickle on his tray.

“Man, I can’t wait until the day we can eat someplace where the condiments aren’t served out of the back of an Oldsmobile.”

As he apologized to the vendor for getting pickle juice on his battery cables, you, Luke, and Reggie made your way to one of the old couches. They both sat down, leaving one open space next to Luke.

You made a point of sitting on the arm of the couch, letting your feet dangle on the seat. If Luke was going to avoid you, then you were going to avoid him right back. You also avoided the questioning look Reggie gave you before Alex sat down.

Luke didn’t seem to notice. He was bouncing his leg and couldn’t seem to stop smiling, it was obvious that he was still buzzing with energy from the soundcheck.

“This is awesome, you guys.” He said as he made himself comfortable between Reggie and Alex. “We’re playing the Orpheum! Do you know how many bands that played here ended up being huge?”

You rolled your eyes and smiled while the boys chuckled. You were all used to seeing the intense side of Luke, but he had been an even bigger ball of excited energy ever since you booked the Orpheum gig. It could be a little much for the guys sometimes, but the way his eyes lit up when he talked about music never failed to make you smile.

“I’m serious.” Luke insisted as he leaned forward and raised his hotdog in a toast. “Eat up, guys. Because after tonight, everything changes.”

You all toasted and then started to eat. Usually, street dogs weren’t half bad. But this time there was a burnt, nasty flavor that made it hard to swallow. Alex saw your face and nodded in agreement.

Even Luke, who had a super-human stomach, made a face. But his hunger must’ve won out cause he took another big bite.

“That’s a new flavor.” Alex said with his mouth full.

“Relax, man. Street dogs haven’t killed us yet.” Reggie told him as he took another bite. You still didn’t feel one hundred percent confident about it but you shrugged and kept eating.

It all happened so fast.

At first, it felt like you were dreaming. Like maybe you had just fallen asleep and would eventually wake up and realize that everything was just a nightmare.

But then the outline of Los Angeles floated away in a haze of grey and you were left in the dark. There was nothing but silence until you heard a voice somewhere in front of you.

It was the sound of Alex’s frantic ranting.

You could feel Reggie and Luke next to you, but they didn’t say anything. You didn’t either.

But you didn’t really need to. It was glaringly obvious what happened, you could feel it in your bones.

You were dead.

Alex’s ranting slowly turned into crying, which made you cry. Luke heard your quiet sniffles and for the first time in months, he touched you.

He reached out and intertwined your fingers loosely in his, gently swiping his thumb across your knuckles. You closed your eyes, trying to soak up the feeling. This was the closest to him you had been in since that night in the studio.

It seemed like so long ago, but at the same time, it was all too familiar. You knew that if you stayed in this moment with him any longer, you would fall apart completely.

So you turned away from him and buried your head in Alex’s shoulder. It seemed like hours passed before the silence was broken and the opening of Now or Never filled the air.

“Is that…?” You started, but before you could finish, the floor disappeared from under you.

You hit the ground with a painful groan and blinked at the sudden flood of bright light. You felt movement next to you and saw Reggie struggling to get up.

You hauled yourself up and turned around to realize you were back in Bobby’s garage. It looked so different that you almost didn’t recognize it. There was a new grand piano and flowers on every table. The room was free of any trash or discarded flannels.

But the biggest change by far, was the girl standing in front of you.

She was about your age with brown hair tied in a ponytail, in a bright yellow shirt, and furry slippers. She was staring at the four of you with wide eyes and a terrified look on her face.

“How did we get back here?” Luke said as he scanned the studio.

The girl screamed, which made the boys scream and cling to each other. Reggie threw himself against Luke and pulled you behind him.

They all screamed for a few more seconds before the girl ran out of the garage doors. You cautiously walked out from behind Reggie and towards the middle of the room, spinning in a full circle.

The boys started talking but you were still mesmerized by all the changes made to the studio.

You looked up towards the ceiling and saw that there were chairs hanging by the loft and countless tiny plants by the windows but you could still see the nail polish-stain you had made on the carpet and the dents in the beams from all the times Luke had messed up his guitar throw.

Carefully, you reached towards the piano and tried to touch a vase of flowers but they passed right through your fingers. Your entire hand went numb then a tingly feeling spread throughout your body.

Well, two things were for sure.

You were definitely back, but you were definitely dead.

#luke patterson #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson imagine #alex mercer #reggie peters #julie molina #jatp fanfic

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novafire-is-thinking · 1 year ago

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This post is long, so I’m putting everything below a cut:

The Soundwave I intend to write is based on the Aligned Books Soundwave, not the games and tbh not Prime Soundwave either. I got really interested in his own character based off what I've picked up from Tumblr over a year now and I wanna do him justice in a way cus other than obvious characters Megatron and Optimus, he was another character in TF aligned lore that wanted a better future for Cybertron.

Unfortunately, Megatron and Soundwave aren’t who you think they are, even in the novels.

The fandom has taken a lot out of context and painted Megatron as a hero of the lower castes, and while he did do a lot of good for the oppressed, the fact is he didn’t actually care about lifting up the lower castes. He merely saw them as a tool to help him get his way.

As for Soundwave, his motives appear to be inconsistent throughout the novels. In The Covenant of Primus, part of his passionate declaration of resignation makes it sound like he cares about the lower castes a little, but in the second novel, it’s clear that his motives have nothing to do with helping the oppressed.

I’d love to show you the exact passages as proof. However, this post is already long, and for a while now, I’ve been meaning to write posts that dive into the true motives of Megatron and Soundwave, and reveal the true nature of the Decepticon Cause in the Aligned Continuity. If you can’t wait for me to write those posts, I’ll gladly discuss this with you over DMs after my next writing deadline (Jan. 20th).

Of course I have to find documents of the books and read to know his personality more which isn't feasible until post May this year. He may be based off of other iterations of canon Sounders, but I kinda wanna do my own spin inspired by the books

I can help with that. I have digital copies of all 4 Aligned novels:

The Covenant of Primus by Justina Robson

Transformers: Exodus by Alexander C. Irvine

Transformers: Exiles by Alexander C. Irvine

Transformers: Retribution by David J. Williams and Mark S. Williams

Soundwave shows up in all of them, except for Exiles.

For better or for worse, I’ve read all of his appearances in the books multiple times like the crazy Soundwave stan I am. Every author has a different take on his character, so he’s not written consistently at all. However, I’ve found a way to merge all of them for my AU. It wasn’t easy, and it doesn’t take into account every little detail, but because I’ve pulled something from every interpretation, I’ve achieved a holistic take on Soundwave’s character that’s lacking in this fandom.

Anyway, back to the books: Justina Robson’s Soundwave is the interpretation you’ve seen praised by the fandom; it’s the version you can most easily twist to fit your goals for your story.

Meanwhile, the worst version—in my opinion—is the one in Retribution. In there, Soundwave is nothing but a mindlessly loyal sadist with no personality.

If reading all 4 novels to get a feel for Soundwave’s character seems too overwhelming right now, my offer to discuss his character in-depth over DMs still stands. However, like I mentioned, it’ll have to wait until after the 20th.

My version is like, what if Vehicon's have a hub database to store their bredren when they die in battle so that they can still learn and experience beyond the war? This needs a post on its own so imma just leave it for now

OH. I love this concept!

Actually consuming dark energon when you're alive makes you unable to join the allspark (canon from the TFP movie) so I just tell myself only Megatron and other unsavable mecha like Scourge have tried it @_@ AND STARSCREAM DID IT TOO 👁️👄👁️

True. Personally, I like to think that’s only the case when Unicron is alive/outside of the container. Or also, who’s to say Unicron wasn’t lying to Megatron just to discourage him from trying to escape?

Ye Ratchet was more like, "we have no idea what's going on among our troops, so let's find a 3rd party source for answers" of course he doesnt know much of human politics he's there to teach them about Optimus Prime and the old ways that led to the ruin if their world (I HC no one was really able to get into human culture besides KOBD and maybe Bumblebee? He seems much more diligent and focused than them though)

Yeah, Ratchet’s smart enough to put the pieces together and figure out which human political theories align best with the ones from Cybertron’s history.

now that I think about it I wonder: would it make sense for Soundwave and Ratchet to meet up (in a debriefing/planning session) and the two start arguing over Cybertronian history? Not saying Ratchet knows everything, but I wonder if he was well aware of the corruption in the lower caste

Lol, there would be arguing alright. Ratchet has one view of Cybertron’s history and socioeconomic decline, and Soundwave has another. Soundwave’s view is likely to be more balanced because he spent time amongst the high castes and the lower castes. Meanwhile, Ratchet only knew a life of privilege once he made it to Iacon to study medicine.

Ratchet is only gone for a few days, a week at best! It only takes hours for Soundwave to realise he's on the ship so he quickly informs Optimus properly of his whereabouts cus the solar flare may have made contact difficult with Team Prime

Oh, ok. I misunderstood this part: “but it turns into Ratchet adopting Knockout as his new student after so many years.”

I realize now that you meant this happens a few years after Ratchet’s abduction—sometime after he’s back with the Autobots.

It takes like, a day for the Vehicons to unionise so it happens fairly quickly while Soundwave is half aware (how likely is it that the Nemesis can be affected by solar flares? Cus Wheeljack's ship got affected by a solar flare in the movie)

It was a plasma storm, which I’m assuming is basically an extra powerful solar flare, but we don’t get solar storms as destructive as that in our region of space, as far as I know. Even so, the communication capabilities of a Cybertronian ship are bound to be more powerful than those of Earth tech. Judging from the fact that Wheeljack was still able to communicate with Optimus while the latter was close to the plasma storm, Cybertronian comms remain online for a lot longer than human comm systems do during a solar flare. (Unless the system is hit directly, like Wheeljack’s in the movie)

Soundwave isn't with Team Prime, just an associate! I wanna take Dreadwing's approach here, where he offered the forge of Solus but didn't take Optimus' offer to join the team even when he knew the truth.

Gotcha.

I truly want this Soundwave to be like, it's not about the side, but the intention they have behind their actions. Cus people can do good, but it may have alterier motives. Not to say this Soundwave will be paranoid, but he seeks the end of an old era to build a proper new one

The moral philosophy nerd in me is tempted to dive deeper into Motive vs. Outcome as it relates to morality and ethics, but this isn’t the time or place to do so. I will say that novel Soundwave cares more about the results of actions than motives.

Okay here I ask: what do I do with Megatron? I honestly don't know if like, he should die, he should be left to do his shit, he should be given therapy, I really don't know ;_; any and all ideas will help <~>

If Megatron sees no quick way of keeping himself in power, he’s going to sulk. I don’t know for how long, but that’s going to be his first response. As for what happens during that period, I have some ideas:

Option 1: Megatron’s sulking allows him to introspect, and he comes around.

Outcome 1: Megatron is repentant and ready to work toward a better future for all Cybertronians. Optimus, Soundwave, and everyone else forgive him enough to accept his help, and he goes through the hard work of proving himself trustworthy.

Pros: This one provides plenty of potential for conflict and the exploration of redemption. // Cons: It’s hard to believe Megatron would turn around so quickly and say yes to sharing power so soon after his defeat, and the population is even less likely to forgive him for his crimes.

Outcome 2: Megatron is still repentant, but Optimus, Soundwave, and everyone else agree to banish Megatron from Cybertron forever. He wanders the stars as Megatronus did before him, seeking to redeem himself by using his might to help those he encounters.

Pros: This one provides an excellent way to explore Megatron’s character in-depth and redeem him in a more realistic way. // Cons: It’s more challenging because it requires a lot more worldbuilding to fill in the gaps, and it’s likely to distract you from your main story.

Option 2: Megatron’s sulking allows the rage to build up, and he causes problems for everyone.

Outcome 1: An angry Megatron travels to the surviving Cybertronian colonies to rile up the populations—returning years later to a repopulated Cybertron with an army ready to get back at Cybertron for abandoning them during the Rust Plague. The army returns under the guise of justice, and to “take back their home,” but they find out the truth and realize Optimus and the others aren’t so bad. Megatron’s new army turns on him, and he’s killed.

Pros: This one eliminates the need to deepen Megatron’s character and enables you to bring some of the lost colony populations home. // Cons: Just like with the previous option, this may require extra worldbuilding and plotting that distracts you from your main story.

Outcome 2: An angry Megatron travels to the surviving Cybertronian colonies to rile up the populations, but someone more powerful confronts him. This individual never forgot Megatron’s atrocities on their world during the war, and they and their people do not hesitate to kill Megatron.

Pros: This one eliminates the need to dive into Megatron’s character and provides an easy way to get rid of him without a ton of worldbuilding. // Cons: This has absolutely nothing to do with your main story. Its only purpose is to explain why Megatron doesn’t come back.

Okay I had to properly draft everything

Everything was made on the spot and tbh I completed it with the motivation to share with you when I sent that first ask I hadn't even gotten past the Soundwave depresso™ phase

Okay so this was actually a mashing of my other unspoken concepts just so I can lead up to write Moto Moto Soundwave and Moto Moto Shockwave scenes

The plot: Soundwave grieves the dead and listens to Optimus confessing his woes to the stars, and he gets inspired to defeat Megatron with community, not tyranny

He does this by making a Vehicon Tumblr account and teaches socialism to the masses for 3 weeks

But then Megatron is about to leave the planet for dark energon and he knows "Shit that's good but that's also bad" because dark energon does exist and who knows how much more insane he'll be when he gets back with an actual chunk of it?

When Vehicons become a bit more daring and gossipy Megatron begins to presume there's a dissenter amongst them. So Soundwave covers his tracks by hacking a Sims 4 account and dumping his Tumblr ID upon it, which leads to the whole Sims 4 database hacking his own gamer set up (not connected to the ship) and taking over his account, making it a public forum for Vehicons to post anonymous questions and answer with their own accounts through his account while discussing more politics

(remember how RID15 has a Vehicon that's independent? I can't fucking find his name on the wiki so forgive me) He's the leader of all this, with his right servo advisors Steve and (insert robot name joke here)(Axel maybe?) Axel is in the Sims 4 database while Steve is servo on deck with the leader

Soundwave tries to stop Megatron from leaving by reminding him of the dangers of alien god meth, meanwhile Ratchet is kidnapped by Vehicon leader and Steve (I wanted it to be Soundwave but unfortunately it would be character assassination :< ) they question him about human politics and ask if Optimus will really light their darkest hour. Ratchet is confused and pissed but answers honestly and devises a plan with theme which /is not/ part of the script but any genuine aid to end the war, especially after what Soundwave's been doing, is accepted and necessary

So the two 'abduct' Ratchet and he tries to send a message to Optimus but it's static due to interference by a solar storm so Optimus worries. Meanwhile Megatron has to stay back due to the solar storm so Soundwave has some more time, but then he panics when he sees footage of Ratchet in an unused lab on the Nemesis. He lets him stay to teach the Vehicons more socialism, but it turns into Ratchet adopting Knockout as his new student after so many years

This leads to the Vehicon uprising now that Ratchet has made everyone sobber from the numbness with his life story, and Vehicon leader dude (Imma call him Hookshaw), Knockout and Breakdown are taking directly after him. Soundwave has no grasp on anything anymore other than Megatron asking him /what the fuck, why don't they fear me?/ While Starscream is screeching, trying to take control now that Megatron is no longer recognised as the leader

Hookshaw comes up to a confused Megatron, Soundwave and Starscream and reveals everyone is done with their bullshit and they want their homeplanet back. Soundwave gets doxxed and Megatron feels the second betrayal by his closest friend. The third betrayal is immediate as Optimus wlaks through the Vehicons and comes to stand beside Hookshaw, with Ratchet at his side. Soundwave is confused but walks up to them at Optimus' call and Megatron is dead inside but the gravity of the situation weighs heavy on him and he's filled with rage but Optimus stops him from committing a massacre.

Starscream tries to make himself leader but Soundwave slaps him into a wall

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Okay that's the plot of the first sedtion

Just to justify and build up to the Wave Husbands gay panic scene I really really really wanna write

Just five months left and I'm free of the horrors 😃💧👄💧😃

Everything was made on the spot and tbh I completed it with the motivation to share with you when I sent that first ask I hadn't even gotten past the Soundwave depresso™ phase

Two things:

When is it my turn to find someone whose presence motivates me to draft an entire fic in one sitting? 🥺

“Soundwave depresso(TM) phase” made me laugh. I see I’m not the only one who headcanons that Soundwave is prone to depressive episodes. (note: the depression isn’t funny—just the fact that Soundwave depresso™️ phase is definitely a thing to me too).

Moto Moto Soundwave and Moto Moto Shockwave scenes

If this is referring to what I think it’s referring to, I’m dead 💀 That scene is partially to thank for my disgust for romantic displays of the…dancing kind.

Anyway, moving on…

One thing before I comment on the plot:

You didn’t specifically state what you were looking for by sharing this idea with me, so I’m gonna slip into my default and share thoughts, personal headcanons, and light constructive criticism on a few things. I don’t mean to be hyper-critical; I’m just here to point out what could be changed to make things more coherent. Soundwave is my blorbo of blorbos, so I have strong opinions about him.

Soundwave grieves the dead and listens to Optimus confessing his woes to the stars, and he gets inspired to defeat Megatron with community, not tyranny

He does this by making a Vehicon Tumblr account and teaches socialism to the masses for 3 weeks

I’m going to assume right here that you’re not looking to write Soundwave in character, since Aligned Soundwave definitely doesn’t have socialist values. OOC Soundwave is cool; I’m just making sure we’re on the same page so that I don’t point out OOC things needlessly.

One of my pet headcanons for Soundwave is that he was one of the few who never got addicted to dark energon, even back on Cybertron before the war. A taste here or there, maybe, but nothing more.

I only share since it may useful or interesting for your story.

Soundwave covers his tracks by hacking a Sims 4 account and dumping his Tumblr ID upon it, which leads to the whole Sims 4 database hacking his own gamer set up (not connected to the ship) and taking over his account, making it a public forum for Vehicons to post anonymous questions and answer with their own accounts through his account while discussing more politics

I’ve never played any of the Sims games, so I can only imagine how one might set up a network on the game. I’ll take your word for it. lol

I totally forgot about that Vehicon. It’s been so long since I watched RiD15, and there were way too many throwaway antagonists for me to keep track of.

Ratchet is kidnapped by Vehicon leader and Steve (I wanted it to be Soundwave but unfortunately it would be character assassination :< ) they question him about human politics and ask if Optimus will really light their darkest hour. Ratchet is confused and pissed but answers honestly and devises a plan with theme which /is not/ part of the script but any genuine aid to end the war, especially after what Soundwave's been doing, is accepted and necessary

About Cybertronians learning from human politics:

I can see it happening, but I’m pretty sure Ratchet’s Cybertronian pride and lack of interest in human affairs would mean he’d reference Cybertronian politics first. I’m sure Cybertronians had something similar to socialism.

I love the thought of Ratchet taking Knockout under his wing, but if Ratchet is with the 'Cons for several years, who takes care of the Autobots during that time? Or do they just miraculously get by without him?

Soundwave has no grasp on anything anymore other than Megatron asking him /what the fuck, why don't they fear me?/

I find it hard to believe that Soundwave would have 0 awareness or control over anything that’s happening at this point. He’s kept the Decepticons under his careful watch for eons, so unless he’s totally mentally checked out, he knows what’s been happening and has been guiding events as opportunities arise.

Hookshaw comes up to a confused Megatron, Soundwave and Starscream and reveals everyone is done with their bullshit and they want their homeplanet back. Soundwave gets doxxed and Megatron feels the second betrayal by his closest friend. The third betrayal is immediate as Optimus walks through the Vehicons and comes to stand beside Hookshaw, with Ratchet at his side. Soundwave is confused but walks up to them at Optimus' call and Megatron is dead inside but the gravity of the situation weighs heavy on him and he's filled with rage but Optimus stops him from committing a massacre.

The King of Blackmail getting doxxed is a total uno-reverse move. ahsjdjfk

Starscream tries to make himself leader but Soundwave slaps him into a wall

This got a genuine laugh out of me because just the other day, I told a friend that I’d have given a lot to see Soundwave make Starscream bleed at least once during the show.

Final thoughts:

I’m gonna be upfront with you: I have very particular tastes in Soundwave portrayals, and your idea is outside of my narrow tastes. This isn’t at all to say it’s a bad idea since everyone has their own tastes and takes on favorite characters; I’m just sharing my opinion to curb any future expectations. Also, just because it’s not my thing doesn’t mean I’m not still very curious.

Soundwave waking up and ditching Megatron is one of my favorite ideas to explore. However, it’s incredibly hard to pull off well unless the author dismisses parts of canon (which is always a valid option). I’m curious about where you see Soundwave ending up, now that he’s with Team Prime and the ex-Nemesis crew.

Finally, I’ll take WaveWave (romantic or platonic) over Megawave any day, so if that’s what’s fueling your fire, you have my thanks for choosing the Soundwave ship I can get behind 🔥

#✏️ the sounding board

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lady-ragnvindr · 4 years ago

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Um- hello-

So um, my thirst isn’t dark- I don’t think so-

It’s just something I think about on the daily- Maybe a mix of random stuff that goes around in my head?? I’m gonna end up exposing myself-

I can do a thing, do ya know, when someone just vibrates their leg(s) while sitting down? Yeah, so I do that when I try to focus sometimes, or to get some stress out-

I have many habits like this, another is I tend to bare my teeth and growl randomly- I weird people out sometimes- I tend to do a bite to the air as well-

or I squeeze whatever’s in my hand too tight when lost in though, I have broken a pencil before because of that.

I do slap the table multiple times when I experience certain emotions so- like excitement-

Sometimes when I’m reading my mind drifts- I’ve also might have had a dream of doing this to Xiao and Zhongli once- would love to do it to Scaramouche though-

I’d rather just imagine them siting on my thighs as I’m trying to focus. Since I grab what ever my hand fits around, guess I’ll grab their neck or something-

One sec lemme just- I’m remembering a post you made before- kanskakfnsl

-So let’s just say Scaramouche’s sitting on a fast moving thigh, vibrating pretty much, at a growing speed.

-Can’t move because of the hand on his neck. Being held a bit too tight, it’s difficult to breath.

-Harsh air being breathed past his ear and neck. Growls being heard, like a predator getting ready to pounce.

-When ready the first bite is made, causing a scream to erupt from the male. Making it harder to breath do to the grip of the collar like hand around his neck.

-Pretty cries, and gasps for air, along with whines and pleas of pleasure. Can’t be a brat when you’re half awake, lacking oxygen-

-hands trying miserably to shake of the grip, only to be slapped on the ass multiple times. Definitely leaving a hand print or four.

-Mewls and moans only increased the bite marks going across his shoulders, the legs movement never ending, the growls more fierce.

-No matter the cries to end it, only made it more exciting, something worth focusing on.

-The aftermath would possibly lead to cuddles cause of the many times Scara passed out do to the tight hold on his neck-

[If it were Zhongli or Xiao, I’d probably do both, one on each thigh. Force ’em to makeout and lose air quicker cus choking]

:No I do not have a choking kink, or some type of breeding kink- blame the animal noises to the cats and dogs who lived with me since birth-

Hiii luv!!

See funny thing, that most of the things you said I tend to do. 😭🥴 And now that you just said ur idea, having Scara, Xiao or Zhongli on your thigh and having them tremble and whine bcz of the stimulation your shaky leg is given them- is arousing. Like damn, never thought of that and now I can't stop thinking about it 😫😩

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #dom!reader #zhongli #xiao #scaramouche

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love-me-a-lotta-whump · 3 years ago

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Heyyyy ❤️❤️❤️ it's your favorite anon, ATINY, and I think it's time to reveal my real name: *drum roll* I'm Lena, nice to meet ya 😁

Happy Easter!! How are you doing today? I check your blog on a daily basis so at this point you're not just a blog to me but an actual person with a life outside of Tumblr so I really care about your well-being. Have you ever been asked about your age before? If you don't want to answer it's totally alright, I understand. But I have this weird thing where I love knowing about people's ages, bc of reasons I don't even understand myself lmao xD

I have a question bc I'm genuinely curious: Do you ever watch shows outside of the recommendations you get from your followers? Cause it must be exhausting to some extent to receive all those recommendations, I would imagine. What's one show that really got stuck in your head due to its whump and storyline lately?

Have a great day and enjoy the holidays 😊

Hello, Lena!

Happy Easter! I’m doing alright! I hope you are, too! I’m so happy to hear that you are also here every day! I’m glad to know we’re both vibing here at all times 🤣. I appreciate that you care omg! 🖤🖤🖤 I can’t really remember if I’ve been asked about my age tbh. Normally in DMs it comes up sometimes but not always. I don’t mind answering at all. In fact I think it’s in my bio on my main ( @i-love-me-a-lotta-whump ). I’m 22 as of the beginning of this year! I completely understand wanting to know ages. As a person who enjoys Asian media and plans on moving to Korea at some point, I don’t find it weird at all to want to know someone’s age.

Do I ever watch dramas outside of recs and requests?: Yes! All the time! In fact a lot of my lists were not from requests or recs. However they do overlap sometimes. I’ll have a drama in the works or on my to-do list already and someone will mention it. But yes. I give credit every time if I get a rec or request that tells me of a drama or movie that is new to me. If I didn’t mention it being a request or rec, it was my finding for myself.

It’s not really exhausting but it’s quite a bit to keep organized. And I feel really bad if I have to drop one. I try to message that person and let them know if I did drop it but it can be hard if they’re on anon or if it’s highly requested and I definitely don’t want to post about dropped lists every week.

One drama that’s stuck in my head as for whump and/or storyline: it’s been the same since I watched the first episode. (For those who have been around for ANY period of time you know I’m still obsessed with this one) (Like I love it so much I’m thinking of updating the list with time stamps just so I can technically make another list for it cus I love it so much)

FUUJINSHI >>> {x}

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I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS OMG! I’VE HAD THIS FOR SO LONG 😮😮😮

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multi-fandom-freak0221 · 4 years ago

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You Killed Me, but I Survived and Now I'm Coming Alive

Hey guys. It's been a minute. My job have been kicking my ass. I quit one of them a few months back cause 16-18 hour days were kicking my ass. But my dad died of Covid 1/20/21, on my older sisters birthday and month before my 20th birthday. I am half a country away from him and I won't be going to see the rest of them, but I do have 3 paid days bereavement and while I'm trying to distract myself I decided to try and finish this part. Your feedback motivates me so much. This part was the part I've been waiting for. The whole reason I created this fic. Like for real I had like maybe one sentence summaries planned for the other two parts in my head but this part played out like a full movie in my head down to the last details. This one will probably be the longest. It also has like 3 songs in it because it's the concert/gala scene hopefully I'll be able to cut it down some because i won't need descriptions between every lyrics but who knows. C'est la Vie. Anyways this will be the official last part, but I do already have one for sure bonus planned and a possible bonus that I might do if enough people want it.

This part's title is from "Miss Moving On" by Fifth Harmony. And this part includes the songs "Sorry (I'm not Sorry)" by Demi Lovato, "Home" by Philip Phillips, and "Symphony" by Clean Bandit ft . (Which for me is like a fucking poly anthem. I'm mean a symphony is a perfect metaphor for a healthy poly relationship! I mean it is a lovely way of asking to join into a poly group! Anywho I'm ranting and projecting. Ignore me.)

This is Part 3 of my fic based on @maiisdaddy 's Love of Three.

Tagging list:

@thestressmademedoit @colorfulmongerpsychicranch @lizziejay @indecisive-mess-named-me @captainmac6 @luveverything12 @kris-pines04 @brokenwordsarehard2 @roselynfey @mewwitch @stainedglassm

Part 1 Part 2

Marinette was ecstatic. She was extremely proud of all that she had accomplished in the 6 or 7 seven months since she left Damian. She became a singing sensation and recorded a whole album that would be releasing soon. She spent time healing and hanging out with her friends and pseudo family. Hell she even created outfits for herself and all her friends for the album release/identity reveal gala her Uncle Tony decided to throw for. Not that other guest knew that what this gala was for. Uncle Tony had picked the next closest international holiday and claimed it was a charity gala in honor of said holiday. While he may mot have been being entirely truthful there is never a bad reason to give to charity so she wasn't going to dwell on it.

She could truly say she totally over Damian. She even had Adrien take the ring back to her old apartment for her. She was not worried about him anymore. She had more important matters to attend to. Like the 3 boys who stole her heart while helping her piece it back together. Which she would say was great timing because she was sure Bruce Wayne would be at this gala. She guesses it was some kind of billionaire/millionaire code to never miss a charity event hosted by a fellow billionaires/millionaires.

Either way it was for the best because as soon as Uncle Tony had suggested a gala to reveal at, she had Uncle Jagged help her with two songs that she kept secret from everyone. One to show her appreciate for all her family and friend's support for her and one to confess to the 3 boys who loved her when she felt unlovable. She was going to preform these song for her friends in front of a lot of influential people but she wasn't even nervous. Not even when Alix told her that the gala was to be live streamed. No she was just excited and happy to let her friends know how she was feeling.

The gala was in full swing. All the guests who were coming were already there by the time Marinette and everyone else she came with arrived. She was talking with Chloe, Kagami, and Alix when she decided to grab herself a drink. She was walking to the refreshments table when accidentally bumped in someone's back slightly. "Oh! I'm sorry, sir."

The man then turned around to reveal to be Bruce Wayne himself. "Marinette! I'm surprised to see you. Damian said you were feeling too sick to attend."

Marinette wanted to scowl, but she managed keep her face neutral. She knew there were reporters swarming here and she did not want to make a spectacle. "I'm sure he did. Now if you'll excuse me, Mr. Wayne I was on my way to get a drink." She didn't even get a chance to leave Bruce in confusion from her statement. No sooner than she took a step to leave did Dick walk up to her.

Dick smiled at her as he greeted her kindly. "Sunshine! It's been a while. I thought Damian said you were under the weather?" As he moved in to hug her she sidestepped out of his reach.

Once upon a time she loved Dick's hugs, but now it would just feel fake. "I'm sure your brother has said many thing about my lack of attendance to many social gatherings. Unfortunately those claims were false as Damian has not been privy to my whereabouts in months. Now if you please excuse me."

She went to walk away again, but she guesses Dick's interference was enough time for Bruce get over his shock because he blocked her path again. "What are you talking about Marinette?" Marinette resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"Mr. Wayne it has been nice talking with you but this really is a conversation for another time." Marinette sighs. She was trying to be civil. She was sure there were reporters everywhere waiting for the big scoop. She wanted that to be her reveal not her past relationship with an asshole. "Besides this is probably something you'd need to talk to Damian about."

"Talk to me, about what?" There is no God, she was convinced. The sigh that left her mouth was long and full of suffering as she turned around with a clearly fake smile. Facing her now was Damian himself with Tim and Jason behind him. Damian was clearly extremely shocked to she her, but he played it off quickly. "Angel I thought you weren't feeling well. Why didn't you tell me you changed your mind? You could have came with us."

Marinette ducked out of Damian's reach, barely restraining from stomping on his foot with her heels, as he tried to kiss her. "Do not call me Angel. And don't you dare even try to kiss me, Wayne."

Before Marinette could lose her temper anymore Luka came and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Everything okay, Melody?" Marinette took some calming breaths as she attempted to regain her composure.

While she was trying to calm down, it seemed the Wayne family was getting worked up. "And who is this, Marinette?" Bruce asked accusingly.

Marinette looked at the family in front of her in disbelief. "You all met Luka. He's my best friend. Signed under Jagged. In a committed relationship with two of my other best friends, Kagami and Adrien." She shook her head as the all held sheepish expression for assuming the worst. "Not that who I'm with is any of your business anyways."

Before any of them could question to her statement, Felix comes to her other side and whispers into her ear. "Do you want me to call security?" She didn't even get a chance to respond before she heard Dick gasp, scandalized.

"Marinette!! Are you cheating on Damian?" Dick exclaimed. At this point Marinette knew they were drawing a crowd she was trying to keep everyone's dignity intact, even though her reputation wasn't the one at stake.

"Mr. Wayne I once again implore you that we have this conversation in a more private setting." Marinette spoke calmly, but through gritted teeth. She was on her nerve.

Bruce crossed his arm and spoke loudly drawing more attention to them. "No. I demand you explain to me at once why you are here with another man when you are supposed to be marrying my son. Was this all some kind of ruse to go after the Wayne Fortune?" Her jaw dropped. She knew it did but she couldn't stop herself from the shock. The sheer audacity of this family before her. She quickly shut her mouth as her eyes narrowed into a deadly glare. Her Ladybug glare. The Wayne family would never admit it but an involuntary shiver went down their spines at the sight of it.

She knew her friends had gathered behind her at this point and see could see the reporters pushing past each other to get the scoop. Vicki Vale was the closest one. In the corner of her eye she saw the camera that was set up for the livestream as well.

Marinette face finally settled on a look mixed with anger and mischief. "Oh? So want to cause a scene, Mr. Wayne? Well how about I put on a show?" She continued to stare Bruce in the eye as she spoke to one of her, "Chloe, can you tell Jagged that I'll be opening with Sorry. The rest of the show will go as planned." Chloe smiled wickedly before going to do asked.

The Wayne family began to smirk when they heard her say sorry, but whatever they began to feel was quickly shut down as she spoke to them again. "Let's get this straight, Mr. Wayne. I am not cheating on Damian and I never once desired to a part of your family's fortune. It was foolish of me to even once want to be a part of your family but I quickly learned better. I would not want to even look at the money that is connected to your family's name if the requirement was to be even cordial with Damian, let alone married to him."

She then towards the crowd the surrounding them. "If everyone would please take their seats facing the stage the show is about to to begin." Without a second thought Marinette headed towards the stage while the rest of her friends took their seats. Some one who was in the staff working tonight led the Wayne family to seats right in front of the stage. Soon everyone was seated and Marinette was standing center stage with a microphone.

Marinette smiled brightly at the crowd. "Thank you all for coming. I'm sure you all know me as Marinette Dupain-Cheng, pseudo niece of Tony Stark and Jagged Stone, and for some of you ex-fiance of Damian, but for others you still current fiance of Damian Wayne. Well I hate to inform that some of you are wrong. Anyways I'm sure your wondering why I'm up here. Well Uncle Tony promised a surprise musical guest so I'd like to reintroduce myself to all of as Neon Titanium! I'm going to be preforming a few songs for you tonight from my new album about to release but before that I decided I should clear the air. Let me start by saying it has been about 7 months since I broke off my engagement to Damian Wanye. While most of you know I chose to kept the reason of said break up private, someone here tonight decided that they were entitled to the reason to being told to them, very publicly. And who am I to deny such a request?" There was a false sincerity to her final sentence that seemed almost menacing.

In the front you can see the paling faces of many of the Wayne men as Tim is on his phone. He finally pulls up Marinette interview that was released prior to Damian announcement. "Damian, what the hell did you do?" Tim voice was barely above a whisper but they all heard it.

Marinette continued on quite content to the situation before her. "Well here's the truth. Damian did the unforgivable. He repeatedly cheated on me while emotionally abusing me and gaslighting me.

"He kept me from seeing everyone I cared about and his own family, claiming it was for my own safety and called me selfish for wanting to leave the apartment he kept me locked in. And while at first he seemed to actually be concerned my wellbeing, over time he stopped caring.

"He became distant, turning back into the Ice Prince you all knew him to be. He would lie about why I wouldn't leave the apartment constantly while still leaving me alone in the apartment constantly. Then he started getting late night calls from "work" to the point I would barely see him. I overheard one of these calls once. I heard him telling who ever was on the other side of the phone that I had no clue and to be waiting for him naked. But I stayed hopeful. I thought I could fix things. But he got worse.

"He was slept with the one person who made it their life goal to take everything from me. Even before I moved to Gotham, this girl hated me and she took all of the people who I thought were my friends and turned them against me. My true friends stayed and knew the truth but it still hurt. And Damien knew this. I told him all about this girl abd how she hurt me. Yet he still slept with her.

"The girl knew I was Damien's fiance. Somehow she got my number and sent me a picture of her in bed with Damian, both of them naked. I'm not going to lie I broke down when I saw that. Before her I could play ignorant and act like I didn't know what he was doing. But this? This was impossible for me to ignore. He cared so little about me that he slept with the one person who do whatever it takes to hurt me. I left that same night with only the things that were mine. Everything I bought came with and everything he bought me stayed. Including the cell phone he bought me when I moved in with him. The only thing that wasn't mine that came with was the engagement ring because I couldn't bring myself to truly accept the truth that it was over yet. I later on had it returned because I remember Mr. Wayne saying it belonged to his mother, though I'm guessing Damian didn't notice."

Marinette saw Bruce whip his head towards Damian who shrunk in on himself.

"Oops. Guess it wasn't noticed indeed. Anyways. For the last 7 months I have been living in Stark Towers with my Uncle Tony, healing with some of my closest friends helping me. And after some convincing working on an album with Luka and my Uncle Jagged. I will preforming a few of those songs for the gala tonight and they will also be live streamed for those who paid for virtual tickets. My album will be released in the next following week." Marinette took a deep breath as she prepared for her first song.

"Originally I planned to open with a different song tonight but after this impromptu info dump, I thought only fair to follow it with the song I wrote dedicated to Damian. I like to call this one Sorry" As Marinette finished the music started playing over the speakers. Soon she was singing passionately.

Now I'm out here looking like revenge

Feelin' like a ten, the best I ever been

And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this,

But it gets worse (wait a minute)

She pointed to Damian while rolling her eyes.

Now you're out here looking like regret

Ain't too proud to beg, second chance you'll never get

And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this

But it gets worse (wait a minute)

She took the mic off it's stand as she walked along the front of the stage.

Now payback is a bad bitch

And baby, I'm the baddest

You fuckin' with a savage

Can't have this, can't have this (ah)

And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

Being so bad got me feelin' so good

Showing you up like I knew that I would

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

Feeling inspired 'cause the tables have turned

Yeah, I'm on fire and I know that it burns

Baby, fineness is the way to kill

Marinette gestured to herself from head to toe.

Tell me how it feel, bet it's such a bitter pill

And yeah, I know you thought you had bigger, better things

Bet right now this stings (wait a minute)

'Cause the grass is greener under me

Bright as Technicolor, I can tell that you can see

And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this

But it gets worse (wait a minute)

By this point Chloe, Kagami, and Adrien had got up and started dancing along to the song.

Now payback is a bad bitch

And baby, I'm the baddest

You fuckin' with a savage

Can't have this, can't have this (ah)

And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

Being so bad got me feelin' so good

Showing you up like I knew that I would

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

Feeling inspired 'cause the tables have turned

Yeah, I'm on fire and I know that it burns

Marinette waved to her 3 friends to join on stage for the next part.

Talk that talk, baby

Better walk, better walk that walk, baby

If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby

Everyone was clapping to the beat while Marinette pranced across the stage, except for the Wayne family.

Better walk, better walk that walk, baby

Oh yeah Talk that talk, baby

Better walk, better walk that walk, baby

If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby

Better walk, better walk that walk, baby (oh yeah)

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

Being so bad got me feelin' so good

Showing you up like I knew that I would

Baby, I'm sorry (I'm not sorry)

Feeling inspired 'cause the tables have turned

Yeah, I'm on fire and I know that it burns

As the song came to a close, there was a roar of applause as her friends went back to her table.

Marinette did a little half bow. "Thank you. Thank you."

She wait till it was quiet again as she returned the mic to the stand. "Now as you can all see I'm doing much better now and I'm happy without him, but if it wasn't for the support system I have I never would have made it to where I am. My parents are in France so in my time of need I turned to my family who was close. My uncles Jagged and Tony, and my aunts Penny and Pepper. They're wonderful and they have always been there for me when I need them. And also my friends, both old and new have stood by me through all of this and helped me come out stronger. So this next song was a surprise gift for them."

Jagged had grabbed an acoustic guitar and was playing her in sitting in the background of her as a projection shined on the wall behind her, showing pictures of her with her friends and her uncles and aunts.

Hold on, to me as we go

As we roll down this unfamiliar road

And although this wave is stringing us along

Just know you're not alone

'Cause I'm going to make this place your home

Settle down, it'll all be clear

Don't pay no mind to the demons

They fill you with fear

The trouble it might drag you down

If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you're not alone

'Cause I'm going to make this place your home

She took the mic off the stand again as she walk off the stage to her friends and family in the crowd giving the hugs as vocalized along with music.

On the screen was several pictures she found. She put together the slideshow herself. There was a picture of herself crying in the midst of group hug while the people around her comforted. Another was her and all her friends playing in the pool. There was one where they had an impromptu free-for-all dodgeball game and she had won. She was laughing as the guys lifted her into and the girls were all cheering around her.

She made her way back to the stage after the final hug.

Settle down, it'll all be clear

Don't pay no mind to the demons

They fill you with fear

The trouble it might drag you down

If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you're not alone

'Cause I'm going to make this place your home

She smiled as projector turned off and the crowd applauded again. "Thank you all. But truly thank you to my friends and family for helping and supporting me."

She waited till it was quiet once more before speaking again. "All those who love me have done so much for me, but right now I wanna talk about 3 very special people."

She smiled softly as she looked over to where Peter, Felix, and Jon were sitting. "These 3 boys did so much for me even though they were the ones who knew me the shortest. They've been kind and patient and understanding with me. They all started to love me when I felt my most unlovable. And soon they found a love in each other as well. The best part is even after loving each other they offered to include me in their love as well, whenever I was ready. They gave me their friendship unconditionally no matter what my answer came to be and never rushed me for an answer ever. So Jon, Felix, and Peter this song is for you."

She saw the Wayne family's eyes widen, but she paid them no mind as she started singing.

I've been hearing symphonies

Before all I heard was silence

A rhapsody for you and me

And every melody is timeless

Life was stringing me along

Then you came and you cut me loose

Was solo singing on my own

Now I can't find the key without you

And now your song is on repeat

And I'm dancin' on to your heartbeat

And when you're gone, I feel incomplete

So if you want the truth

I just wanna be part of your symphony

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

Symphony

Like a love song on the radio

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

I'm sorry if it's all too much

Every day you're here, I'm healing

And I was runnin' out of luck

I never thought I'd find this feeling

At this point Marinette had walked down the stage grabbed Jon's hand and led him back to the stage dancing.

'Cause I've been hearing symphonies

Before all I heard was silence

A rhapsody for you and me

(A rhapsody for you and me)

And every melody is timeless

She repeated the process with Felix as Jon danced nervously danced on stage.

And now your song is on repeat

And I'm dancin' on to your heartbeat

And when you're gone, I feel incomplete

So if you want the truth

She left Felix and Jon dancing together as she brought Peter back to the stage with her. She continued to dance with him as she sang.

I just wanna be part of your symphony

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

Symphony

Like a love song on the radio

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Ah ah, ah

She smiled as Peter dipped her before bring her back up and handing her off to Felix.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Ah ah, ah

Felix twirled her, letting her dress flare, as she spun right in to join awaiting arms where he lifted her into the air.

And now your song is on repeat

And I'm dancin' on to your heartbeat

He slowly set her down and she turned until her back is against his chest. His hand are on hips as they sway gently.

And when you're gone, I feel incomplete

So if you want the truth

Peter and Felix were mimicking her position with Jon in front of her and she put an arm around Peter's neck while the other still held the microphone.

(Oh, oh, oh)

I just wanna be part of your symphony

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

Symphony

Like a love song on the radio

Symphony

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

Symphony

Like a love song on the radio

Will you hold me tight and not let go?

This time as she finished singing the crowd was silent as she looked at the 3 boys who held her heart. "Jon. Felix. Peter. You guys are some of the best people to ever walk into my life. I want nothing more than to be with you 3. So if you are still willing, will you do me the honor of calling me your girlfriend?"

She looked hopeful as the silence filled her ears. It felt like hours, even though it was definitely seconds, before she heard them all say yes.

Cheers erupted as Peter kissed her and Jon and Felix kissed each other over the former two's heads. She then turned kissed Jon as Peter kissed Felix, before kissing Felix as Jon kissed Peter. She grinning wildly when the all finally pulled away from each other.

She raised the mic to her lips as she closed out. "Thank you all for being here for my reveal/debut! I got one more song that I'll be preforming at the end of the gala, so y'all have fun and mingle. Once again, this is Marinette Dupain-Cheng aka Neon Titanium, I'm glad you enjoyed the show!"

She winked at Bruce on her last word as she walked off the stage with the loves of her life to where her family and friends were waiting for her.

Her and her boys (and Kwami does she love that -Her boys) were in the midst of getting congratulations when she heard someone clear their throat behind her. Bruce Wayne stood as tall as ever though he refused to meet any of her group's eyes.

"Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I apologize for my early behavior tonight, I was missing the whole story." He voice was steady but some shame shone through. His boys were behind him all of them also looking sheepish except Damian who was glaring at her new loves Jon in particular.

Marinette rolled her eyes. "You know as well as I do that the media are sharks, and events like these are a feeding frenzy for them. I tried my hardest to keep all of our reputations intact tonight, a lot harder than I should have since I had nothing to hide since I was the victim here. Yet, you in no regards of the truth, attempted to smear me with no hesitation. Personally the rest of you did nothing to me so I had no ill will towards you, but you forced my hand. The results of today are direct consequences of your own actions."

Before anyone else could speak up Damian did. "Kent," He nearly growled. "Why didn't you inform me as soon as you knew she was gone. As my best friend you should have informed me immediately!"

Jon answered lowly in a dark tone no had ever heard him use before. "My father tried to warn you father, Wayne, but when questioned you just dug your own grave deeper. Besides as my father explained to me it is not our job to make sure you two are aware of the going ons of your own household. Also you lost the right to be my best friend when you decided to be so cruel to the person you were supposed to love and then lie when confronted about it."

Marinette scoffed. "I figured when you finally noticed I was gone you'd assume I was off throwing a temper tantrum in hiding somewhere and that I'd come back. The fact that you weren't even worried about me in all that time I was missing is really telling."

Bruce glared Damian down from respond as his brothers held him back. "I just have one more question before we rightfully leave you alone. You said you had the ring return? Where could it possibly be?"

Marinette shrugged. "I had Adrien return it a couple months ago. Damian was fucking some girl in his apartment when Adrien walked in and he didn't even notice him set it on the dresser. I believe heard on the grapevine someone named Lila is claim she's Damian's true love and he had to keep up our engagement for appearances. She also claimed he proposed to her with a Wayne family heirloom until he get away from me. I guess maybe next time Damian should pay better attention to his house guests." She giggled sarcastically afterwards.

Bruce frowned as he nodded. "I see. I'll leave you all alone now. Have a wonderful evening, and congratulations." As he led his family away Marinette could hear whispered yelling but could make out a few phrases like "PR Nightmare", "priceless heirloom", "huge mistake", and even "major fuck up".

As soon as they were out of hearing range Marinette started laughing, causing everyone around her to laugh too. She finally calmed down eventually but her large smile never went away. This is the happiest and the most free she's felt in the long time.

#maribat salt #marijon #maribat #marivenger #felinette #spideybug #OT4 #me????projecting onto characters????? It's more likely than you think #honestly at this point #yall should clearly see i got issuses #also the wayne family gets burned!!!!!#mari might forgive most of them #but Bruce and Damian are dead to her #bamf marinette #she takes no shit #am i projecting my poly ass?#you mcfucking bet #she got no time for assholes #neon titanium

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daddyissuesingreen · 4 years ago

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Dominance (Derek Morgan x GN! Reader)

Gif creds: @idiosyncratique

Genre: Smut

Summary: Your friend goes missing and you end up in the presence of Derek Morgan

Warnings: 18+,SMUT, NSFW, Edging, swear words, masturbation (male and female), kidnapping

Word Count: 2,306

A/N: Here’s an original concept for Derek Morgan, it is very smutty, so read at your own risk. i tried to make the smut as general neutral as possible, i did make a few errors by including female pronouns, I tried editing them out, so if i missed any just let me know and I will fix it!

Y/F/N= Your friend’s name Y/L/N= Your last name

You live in the city of St. Louis, one of the unsafest cities in America.

Here in St. Louis there are a ton of robberies, shootings, and death, it seems as if nobody is safe at times, but you never thought it would end up being you or somebody that you cared about who would be somebody’s next target.

Y/F/N was supposed to come to your apartment last night, but they never showed, instantly you grew worried so you called 911.

“Hi, I would like to report a missing person, they are…” You started to speak, but were instantly interrupted.

“Let me transfer you over to Agent Morgan.” The dispatcher said.

Agent Morgan, the FBI is in town?

“Supervisory Special Agent Morgan.” A man spoke over the phone.

“My friend, Y/F/N, was supposed to come over last night, but they never showed up, I think they are missing.” You spoke, your voice cracking.

“Alright, I am going to need you to come into the station so we can ask you some questions, is that alright?”

“Yeah, I can be there in an hour.” You spoke quickly before you hung up the phone.

You quickly put your shoes on and were out the door, driving to the St. Louis Police Department, a place you hoped you would never have to be.

You walked into the building and were greeted by a blonde woman, “I am looking for Agent Morgan.” You say looking around the room.

“You must be here about your friend, I’m Agent Jareau, I will take you to Agent Morgan. Can I get your name?” The lady asked you while she placed a hand on your shoulder, guiding you to the interview rooms.

“ I am Y/N /Y/L/N.” You spoke softly as you entered the room and sat down.

“Alright, I will send Agent Morgan in a few minutes, is there anything I can get you?” She asked while she headed to the door.

“Uhm, no, I am good. Thank you, though.” You smiled smally and she walked out of the room.

After what felt an eternity later, Agent Morgan walked in and sat in front of you, “So, tell me about your friend.”

“Uhm. They are the quiet type, they don’t go out of their way to talk to someone they don’t know unless they have to, they only talk to a few people, they stay home a lot, they aren’t in a relationship. They would never just run off either.” You spoke quickly, trying to make sure you gave him all of the important information and then told the agent what your friend looks like.

“Thank you so much, this helps a lot. What about you? Tell me about yourself.” He looked at you and then in a folder.

“What? Why? How is that important to the investigation? You are looking for my friend, not me.” You looked at him and then the folder.

“Our technical analyst did some digging and you fit our profile. You are in your early 20s, live a secluded life, not a lot of friends, you were average in school, you didn’t party a lot, and we had a piece that wasn’t fitting, and every time we tried to think of something it wouldn’t make sense, that piece? We think our unsub is female. You.” He spoke calmly, but when he said, “you,” he pointed his finger.

Your jaw dropped open, “first, Agent, don’t point at me. That is incredibly rude. And if I kidnapped my friend, why would I be here? I have watched all of those stupid cop shows, I know that would be inserting myself into the investigation and that is what you guys look for.”

The man smiled, “Not this time. And your knowledge of how this all works makes you look even guiltier, so why don’t you just tell me what you did to your friend and the others that were abducted and I will see about cutting you a deal.”

“I don’t need a deal because I didn’t do it.” You crossed your arms and leant back in your chair.

“Okay then.” He smiled again and walked out.

If that man didn’t seem like such a douche, you might have thought his smile was pretty.

You watched the mirror, wondering what man was doing on the other side of it.

“They are refusing a deal? That is when they will break and panic about what prison they will be sent to if they don’t accept.” Reid spoke to Morgan and Rossi.

“Either they are really confident they won’t get caught or they are innocent. Maybe we should explore some other possibilities.” Rossi said to Morgan.

“No need.” Hotchner said as he walked into the space where the other agents were.

“Their friend was just spotted on the outskirts of the city, they said a man took them from their driveway when she was getting ready to leave.” He looked through the window at you.

“So, are we searching for the man?” Morgan asked Hotch.

“No need. They used a log she found while running and when he thought he caught up to them, she hit him in his head and knocked him out and when the officers went to go look for him he was still there. They are bringing them in now.” Hotch said and walked out of the space.

“I guess I better go let them know.” Morgan said and walked into the room you were in.

“Your friend was found and they will be okay, they are in the hospital.” Morgan spoke.

“Did they get the guy?” You asked and stood up.

“Yeah, they are bringing him in now.” He said and opened the door for you to leave.

You look at the man, profiling him like he did to you not long ago, “You need to stop being so confident that you’re right when you aren’t, I know it might be an interrogation tactic but it makes you look stupid, you also have to stop puffing your chest out to prove your dominance, because if we weren’t in a police station, I would dominate you. I’m not a little thing you can just boss around, that is where you were mistaken and that is why the piece fit. You assumed that I could convince people to come with me because I am not intimidating. I think you need to re attend your profiling class.” You said calmly and kept eye contact the whole time, further proving your dominance, what broke your eye contact was an older man laughing.

You turned and faced an older Italian man, “Keep laughing and you’re next.” You smirked and walked away from the agents.

After your experience with the agents you went and checked on your friend at the hospital.

They had obvious injuries and were going to need to see someone for a while after all of this, but other than that they seemed to be okay.

Your phone rang, it was an unknown number, you stepped outside of their room and answered it, “hello?” you asked.

“Hi, this is Derek Morgan I just want-” The agent spoke, but you rolled your eyes and hung up.

“Men.” You scoffed and walked back into your friends room.

“I am going to head home for the night, I have to feed my dog, but I will be back in the morning.” You smiled and gave them a small hug before walking out of the room and going home.

On your way home you notice a car following, “this day just keeps getting worse and worse.” You muttered before pulling into your driveway, pepper spray in hand, you got out of your car and walked to your door as the car pulled in behind your car.

A man emerged from your car and you immediately recognized him, “So the FBI makes house calls to annoy people they accused of being a murderer?” you laughed and put the pepper spray in your purse and opened your door.

The man also laughed, “No, I just wanted to apologize and say you were right about what you said earlier.” he scratched the back of his head.

“Hm. Which part?” You smirked.

“I was hoping all of it...if you’re up to it.” He also smirked and walked up to you at your door.

“This isn’t very professional, Agent,” you placed a hand on his chest, “do you do this after every case.”

“Not usually, but there’s just something about you that makes me want to.” He placed his hand on top of yours.

“And that is?”

“Dominance.” He said and kissed you while pushing you inside the door, kicking it shut.

“Oh. I see,” you pull away from the kiss, “my bedroom is down the hall, first room on the left, be naked when I get in there.”

The man just nodded, any alpha male dominance he tried to act like he had was instantly gone.

After a few short moments you walked into the room, stripping as you walked, and saw the man laying on your bed, already hard, waiting for you.

You smirked at the sight and walked to him slowly.

Once you got to the man, you sat on the bed beside him, looking at his cock and then his face. You grabbed his cock in your hand, spat on it and began to pump it. Derek became a moaning mess within seconds.

“Damn, baby.” He flexed his abs.

“Hm?” You hummed looking at him.

Humming. It gave you an idea.

You removed your hand from his length and bent over his cock and kissed the tip.

He looked at you wide eyed, but then nodded for you to do it.

You first licked all around the tip and massaged his balls.

You then began to suck just the tip, teasing the man who was very rude to you earlier, this is the perfect time to exact your revenge.

“More.” Derek moaned.

“I’ll do as I please.” You smirked and then licked his shaft, keeping your hand on his balls.

You then began to bob your head up and down on his cock, pumping whatever you cannot fit into your mouth.

You increase your speed when you can tell he is close to cumming.

“I’m gonna cu-” You cut him off by removing your mouth from his cock, causing him to lose the feeling of pleasure just before he came.

“What was that for?!” He chuckled and went to put his hand on his cock, but you smack it away.

“You don’t get to cum until I let you, and I don’t want to yet.” You smirked and then placed your hand back on his cock and started to pump it again.

The agent was once again a moaning mess, you watched him as he closed his eyes and began to breathe heavily.

You removed your hand and he looked at you, “Again?” he asked.

“I want you to get yourself off.” You smirked, grabbing his hand and placing it on his cock.

You watched as he began to jerk himself off. You felt yourself getting more and more turned on by the sight.

While you watched the man you could tell he was close again, this time you let him cum.

He let out a loud moan as he released.

You crawled over him backwards and began to ride him.

He went to grab your hips, but you smacked them away. “No touching.”

He looked at you with wide eyes, once again, but he obeyed you.

You bounced up and down on his cock, moaning like there was no tomorrow.

The agent just watched as you bounced, he thrusted up into roughly, earning a moan from the both at you.

While thrusting, Derek reaches your spot easily, something you were not receiving while it was just you bouncing.

“Fuck, Derek.” You moaned loudly.

“You’re so good at this.”

You grabbed his throat, squeezing light, earning a smirk from him, “Shut up, Derek.” You continued to bounce with your hand on his neck.

You felt him twitch while in you, you pulled off of him and laid next to him.

“Watch me.” you reached and began to play with yourself.

You played with it vigorously and moaned loudly.

Derek watched as you got yourself and grabbed his cock, but you told him not to and to just watch.

You let out a loud moan and came while Derek just watched.

“I want you to give me some head.” You said in a chilled toan and Derek just nodded.

Derek put his head in between your legs and licked your sex, you put your hand on the back of his head, pushing him closer.

The feeling of his tongue all of your sex was overwhelming and you quickly came again.

He pulled away and kissed you roughly before pulling abruptly.

Derek flipped you over and quickly pushed himself into you, thrusting quickly.

He slapped your ass and you moaned.

“Do I feel good?” You breathed.

“So good, I might just have to subscribe.” He moaned.

You both hear a ringing come from Derek’s pants.

Derek groaned and pulled out, “that must be my boss. I gotta go. Sorry, sexy.”

Derek got off the bed, as well as you, and you both got dressed.

“You know where I live if you ever want to do this again.” You chuckled as you walked him out.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He kissed your cheek as he opened the door.

“Travel safe.” You smiled out and he left your apartment.

What a night that was, part of you hoped you would hear from him again, but were also happy if it was just a one night stand with the man made of Chocolate Thunder.

#derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #criminal minds #cbs #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #david rossi #david rossi x reader #smut #fanfic #imagine

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dyk3-on-a-byk3 · 2 years ago

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in hands mutual, brain so mushy and in the sad funk (it’ll pass, its a minor thing that happens)

i suppose my tendency to write long asks comes from being a whore for long hcs and fanfics. repeating behavior shdjdh

some people like looking their blorbos and giving a comment and some people like writing a essay about blorbo :)

aaa moon blorbo! my brain is just randomly going “moon blorbo, the moon will sing by cranes wives, connection.” with providing anything else

moon blorbo sitting in a pumpkin patch with some hot soup on their lap! what will they do?

they seem to be cool person, i’m getting witchy vibes with the pumpkin patch and soup (cause witches are known for making potions in pots and you make soup in pots)

is moon blorbo part of the mandela catalogue cast? or are they a oc/from a different fandom? i feel like moon blorbo could be jonah or perhaps adam but they don’t have any moon connection that may warrant the nickname (unless new mandela lore came up)

i’m asking this cause i want to know if blorbo is from the horror genre and figure out if they are the poor unfortunate soul in a situation or the creature causing the situation and evaluate from there. cus both of my blorbo’s can fit both of those roles and i could continue on from there

it’s getting quite late for myself so i may not be able to write a answer tonight but i’ll try to do it tomorrow

have a good night from the land currently on fire!

-reblog mutual anon

honestly the blorbo is one of my ocs lolol

also I am just realizing the witch connection and I actually really like that hsbsvbsh

they're normally the beast causing the situation

I can't draw but I can make a picrew of them if you want to see them :))

and dw im also a whore for long fanfics/hcs and things like that lmao

they're the oc that I project pretty much everything onto

and I hope you have a good night!!! :]]

#I hope you get out of the sad funk feeling soon that sucks sometimes :((

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imaginesforthosewhoseekthem · 4 years ago

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Just a quick update

Probably should have put a trigger warning at the last post, but Mentions of pedophilia and r@pe. Reader digression is advised.

Thank you so much for everyone tho reblogged and liked the last post. I really don’t have time for the people being complete idiots when it comes to fandoms. I don’t generally let these kind of things bother me usually, but something about a character from a thing I really like being accused of a thing as serious as pedophilia, I just kinda snapped.

I’ve heard other things have been going on like people white-washing Mammon, Simeon and Diavolo. People sexualizing Luke...a LITERAL child. Calling Lucifer a rapist. Giving the voice actors shit for reasons I have no idea why. Shipping the brothers together which...look, I was expecting to happen eventually cus these kinda of people can't fuckin chill.

There is probably other stuff I’ve been missing. I didn't even hear that shit on here, by the way. I heard it on Tik Tok. Most of the things they’re doing are Just. Plain. Stupid. I feel like making posts on WHY what they’re doing is stupid and I feel like I shouldn't even have to explain. But you know, some people just don’t use or don't TRY to use their common sense that maybe...what they’re doing will cause them shit from other people. you posted shit, MOSTLY PROBLEMATIC SHIT, on the internet and are surprised to get hate for it...How...did you survive old enough to USE a computer with how stupid everything is. I dunno if I will make a post about why Lucifer is not a rapist, but it’s a pretty big phobia of mine, so it might take a bit to write. Also due to like 2 pieces of evidence as to why I could think people would say that about him, being the vampire event and the end of chapter 20 (If anyone else has reason to think that, do let me know. I’m only on lesson 26, but I will play through the game again and look at spoilers to get evidence. I don’t care about spoilers in this fandom.)

Fortunately, I believe the GOOD people of this fandom outweigh the dipshits. Because I don’t wanna make myself angry, I will make some bullet tips as to what we can do as a community and a fanbase to not let the toxicity spread.

If you are going to call a character a title THAT serious. USE. YOUR. BRAIN. There are fairly young people that play this game and they would never be allowed make a game like this if such titles were true. So maybe TRY to get some more information before you make accusations. If you’re not bothered, either face the music of looking stupid or say nothing. They’re FICTIONAL characters. Use that energy to get ACTUAL pedophiles and rapists arrested.

You can draw Luke as an adult FOR SPECULATION. That’s fine. If you;re just, in your own way, expression what Luke would look like at Simeon’s age, that’s fine. You just have an idea of what that would look like. But if you’re doing it to sexualize a minor...that is being WAY more pedo than anything people accused Levi of doing. Luke is canonically 10 in human years and is a canonical child among the other angels. I don’t care if he’s thousands of years older than the human. If the devs SAY he’s a child, regardless on if the years are different, then he’s a child and you treat him like a fucking child. If picturing sexual things about them is how you treat a child, that is pedophilia. You are disgusting and should be disgusted with yourself. I don’t care if he’s a fictional child, it’s still gross to do that to a child. I BET you there are people that call Levi a pedo and then sexualize Luke at a “Legal” age. Stupidity really just evolves, doesn’t it?

The case of shipping the brothers together...Look, maybe I’ll make a separate post on this too, but the explanation is SO. PAINFULLY, OBVIOUS. That I really don’t wanna waste my breathe on common sense. I know the brothers are not directly related by blood. Doesn’t matter. It can apply with adoptive or step sibling logic. If someone has grow up with you or spent their lives with you as a sibling figure in your life, shipping them in still incest. Family doesn’t end in blood.The brothers all still share one father. They are siblings. I know some of the cards MIGHT seem sexual or something...but that is what fan service is. I think people shipping the siblings. I think they’ve stopped making those types of cards a while ago for this reason...but yeah. No...You’d feel weird if someone shipped you and your sibling or a friend close enough to BE your sibling. So don’t do it here.

STOP. WHITE WASHING. CHARACTERS OF COLOR! You don’t white wash actual people of color so why do this at all? “I wanna see what he would look like as a different race!” WHY?! Why in the wing, fluttering fuck does race even matter?! Can’t you just enjoy how they already look and look past that? In my mind, only one race exists...the HUMAN race....I dunno how this holds up with a game about demons, but still. If you are so insistent on making characters of color a different race, all that means is that you’re being racist. If you insist you’re not, you will have no problem cutting out the white washing and accepting how they look already. BLACK LIVES STILL MATTER!

In the case of the voice actors. If you see people harassing the voice actors on any form of media, the simplest solution is to give the voice actors your love and appreciation and reporting them to the app to get their comment or account removed. Simple. It’s online safety 101. If you’re worried about them getting hate in their DM’s, there’s not much we can do about it. It’s private messaging between the commenter and the voice actor. The voice actors are grown men with common sense and they will appreciate your love and support because it means you’re trying to help them however you can. They can block those people themselves if they are DM’d. Don’t feel terrible that you can;t do more. You can only do so much and the VA’s appreciate your love and support for the game.

Finally...don’t spread hate. That’s what these kinds of people WANT you to do. Don’t get angry. Don’t start text wars. It will just make people think this fandom is more toxic than before. I know you’re just trying to set the record straight and you can do that in a more polite way, but don’t waste your breath on people if they don’t want to listen. You can tell them politely because they MIGHT just be people that are misinformed, but if they push the point forward without listening and they still won’t pay attention, their loss. you were trying to stop them looking like a jackass. They had their chance. If they’re causing further harm, just report them. It’s as simple as that. These kinds of people are not worth getting angry at. Don’t stress yourself out over people being stupid and try to enjoy the fandom in your own way, alright?

Sorry for two serious posts in a row. I’ve had complex feelings since my last post over my recent loss and ranting like this did help a lot. I’m also playing Mystic Messenger on Jumin’s Route and Day 11 will be tomorrow, so I should be getting to the asks soon enough. I know I say that all the time, but I actually wanna get back into writing because I’m super passionate about it. It just...sucks when being depressed makes it tiring to do the thing you love the most. Seeing everyone enjoy my writing really makes my day and I want to try motivate myself to not take as long in between. I’ve never let other people being weird or toxic destroy how I feel about the things I love because life is short and all that. THESE recent things I’ve heard about the Obey Me fandom don’t even get under my skin, but it’s a fandom I’m really passionate about and that the Tik Tok community want to get across to others. So, I contributed the only way I knew how.

Thank you for listening and have a good one ❤

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon

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