#It is not my fault they made them like that

[pathologicalreid]

merry christmas, please don't call | s.r.

in which Spencer pens an email to you, since you've already blocked his phone number

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst content warnings: nondescript break up, described as spencer's fault, reader is mentioned to have worn lipstick, yearning, word count: 907 a/n: and the worst part is!!! that we both know!!!!! we are doing kind of an unofficial margotmas/reidmas! really i've just been building up christmas ideas for a while lol

To: xreader@gmail.com From: Spencer.Reid@gmail.com Subject: Merry Christmas

Hey,

Spencer shook his head, that was too casual.

Good afternoon,

Much too formal.

Hello,

Too rigid.

Darling,

I passed by the house that you told me you adored. It used to be your dream house; you’d always show me the Zillow listing whenever you were browsing. The owners didn’t put up their Christmas lights this year, and it looks like they’re getting ready to sell. I haven’t been online to check the listing, that was always your thing rather than mine.

Do you remember the house? It had four bedrooms for our kids to sleep in and a library with stained-glass windows. You always told me the stained-glass windows were your favorite feature of my apartment. I keep it covered now; the colored glass just serves as a painful reminder of you.  

Emily called me last week. I suppose no one told her that we weren’t together anymore because she asked what our holiday plans were. I haven’t made any since you left. I’m finding myself hopeful that we get called on a case over Christmas so that I don’t need to be surrounded by the world celebrating while I continue to wallow in the memories of you and me.

That’s all I have now: memories. We made so many of them over the course of three years that I don’t know what to do with them. I’ve always had the sneaking suspicion that having an eidetic memory is a curse just as much as it is a blessing, but with you gone, I know it’s more of a curse. I see you when I close my eyes as if your features have been permanently tattooed on the back of my eyelids, but when my eyes are open, everything is exponentially worse.

You left in such a hurry, so you were bound to leave a few things behind. When I went to make a cup of coffee and found one of your mugs in my cabinet, JJ and Penelope had to practically scrape me off the kitchen floor. There was still a lipstick smudge on it, a piece of our history the dishwasher couldn’t quite wash off. Your necklace was on the bedside table, though maybe that was left behind on purpose. I wish we could go back to the day I gave it to you, you could wear the same green dress, and maybe work wouldn’t get in the way. If I could, I’d call you to ask why you left it behind, but you’ve blocked my number.

There was no need for you to leave me things to remember you by, how could I ever forget you?

I’ve been finding myself grateful that you got so close with Garcia during our relationship, she doesn’t give me any explicit details on your life when she updates me. I never ask, but she knows I want to hear.

It’s a rather odd phenomenon to have once had someone who you shared everything with, only to one day find they want nothing to do with you. I always find myself reaching for my phone to send to a message, or leaning over to show you a line in my book, but you’re not there anymore. I don’t hold any malice in my heart for you, even after you called it all off. My biggest regret is that I couldn’t be the boyfriend that you needed, and I’m proud of you for realizing you wanted someone better. I’m sorry I couldn’t be better.

Maybe I still have some growing up to do. There might be some sort of emotional stunting as a result of my less-than-orthodox upbringing and education, which makes sense when you consider two of my most common nicknames, “boy genius” and “kid.” One day I could find myself in the same place you were, ready for more, but maybe then I’ll be with someone who is ready for the same things as I am. She’ll never be you though. You’ll always hold that special place in my heart.

Speaking of my upbringing, my mom keeps asking about you. Each time we talk on the phone, she asks if she can talk to you, but I’ve been telling her that you’re still working or are otherwise preoccupied. I know I shouldn’t lie to her, but if I tell her, she’ll inevitably forget, and I’ll be forced to recount the story of how I lost the best thing to ever happen to me forever. That would be my eternal damnation. There’s Sisyphus and Tantalus and Spencer Reid, slowly becoming nothing but a myth. I wonder if I’m a story that you tell your friends at O’Keefe’s.

I go there sometimes, just to see if I can catch your gaze, but you’re never there.

I know this is your favorite holiday, and I don’t intend to ruin your holidays with my message. I suppose I just needed to see if you still dream about that house. To see if you still dream of me the way I dream of you.

Merry Christmas,

Spencer

He clicked send nervously, ready to snap his work-issued laptop shut when it chirped with a notification. Surely you hadn’t responded that quickly. Spencer opened his inbox once more, checking the latest email.

To: Spencer.Reid@gmail.com From: mailer-daemon@googlemail.com Subject: Delivery Status Notification (Failure)

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[cherrygirlfriend]

(not) lost and found pairing: reader x sistersfiancé!rafe synopsis: when reader has to return her sister's shoes, she sees her fiancé again. this time, in a different state than before. warnings: hurt and comfort, reader stitches up rafe wc: 1.5k

people have been wanting me to write more for them and i've been meaning to i swear!! just haven't gotten around to it lmao but more interesting stuff for this pairing is coming

"jenny, no." you sighed exasperatedly into your phone, "i already told you, no. i'm doing homework."

"but it's technically your fault?"

"how is it my fault that your drunk ass left your damn shoes in my car?" you scoff, and if it wasn't so typical of jenny, you wouldn't be able to believe the nerve she'd have to even say it was your fault that she was too drunk that she couldn't even remember to take her shoes.

"just take them to my place, alright! i'm on a trip right now and i don't need your shit."

"i'm not a damn lost and fo-"

before you could finish your sentence, your sister had hung up on you, and although you tried to call her again, she wouldn't answer. the bitch was ignoring you, as usual.

so, that was how you ended up driving to the house your sister shared with her fiancé while rain was pouring down the sky, your windshield wipers working overtime to make sure you'd get there without slipping off the road.

when you finally parked in front of the house you'd been at only a few days prior, you leaned the back of your head against the headrest, gazing at the lit-up windows of the home. you wanted so badly to not be jealous of the life she had, to not give her the satisfaction of knowing how much you'd always envied her; envied the way your parents had always preferred her, how you'd always felt more like a burden to them than a child.

taking a hit from a vape pen and tossing it to the passenger side of your car, you breathed out the vapor before getting out of the car, slamming the door closed behind you, flimsily holding onto your older sister's louboutins, a petty part of you wanting to accidentally drop them to the ground as you made your way to the door.

but when you reached the door, lifting your hand to knock on the door, you noticed it was slightly ajar. with furrowed brows, you stepped inside, your ears filling with the noise of loud shouts and sounds of glass breaking.

you placed down the heels as quietly as possible, pulling your phone out and dialing 911, holding the phone close to your chest as you walked closer and closer to the source of the noise, prepared to press call.

but what you came across caused your brows to furrow.

jenny's fiancé's back was facing you as he threw a vase on the ground, the smashing noise ringing in your ears as you brought your hands to cover them.

"fucking bitch!"

you didn't know what to do, simply watching the man throw a picture into the ground, the glass of the picture frame blending in with the glass from the vase. what used to be jenny's glamorous living room now looked like it was one of those rooms people go to smash up old electronics and plates, just missing the graffiti on the walls, but in place of them were a few fist-shaped holes.

when rafe picked up a glass of amber liquid to his lips, you figured it'd be your best chance to make your presence known, so you cleared your throat, saying his name in a soft voice. "rafe?"

the man turned to look at you, letting out a soft, dry chuckle as you pursed your lips, looking around at the wrecked room. "what are you doing here? is your sister drunk again? 'cause if she is, she can sleep on the fuckin' lawn for all i care."

"no, she just left her shoes and..." you shook your head, taking a few, wary steps towards the man, pocketing your phone. "what's up? did something happen with...?"

"your sister?" rafe let the now-empty glass fall to the ground, a few drops of whiskey now decorating the pile of glass as it smashed, rafe collapsing onto the ground, leaning his head against the back of the formerly-immaculate white couch, that now seemed to be covered in red wine. "that'd be the understatement of the century."

you noticed a gash on his arm, a rather large piece of glass sticking out, red blood staining his white sweater, "rafe, you're bleeding."

the man chuckled, looking down at the cut and shaking his head, "i didn't even notice. woops."

"let me go get my stuff."

"it's really-"

"shut up." you say sharply, rushing outside to your car.

you were kneeling next to rafe, the man pressing a cloth to where the piece of glass had been lodged in while muttering something under his breath while you poured disinfectant onto another cloth. "this is gonna sting, but if you're gonna be a baby about it, i'm gonna let you bleed out."

rafe let out a small, nearly inaudible chuckle and the ends of your lips twitched slightly upwards, "i'm pretty sure i'm not gonna feel it with how much whiskey-"

his sentence was interrupted by a loud hiss he let out when you took away the cloth he'd been holding against his arm, starting to press the one with disinfectant against the wound, your lips curving into a proper smile.

"is my pain funny to you?"

"no." you looked at rafe to see a small smile on his lips, "it turns me on."

rafe let out a guffaw at your statement, shaking his head as you began putting monofilament thread onto the curved needle, the man's brows furrowing as he watches. "how do you even know how to do all this?"

"you don't know?" you let out a chuckle, "of course, why would i assume my dear sister ever speaks about anything other than herself. i'm studying to be a doctor."

"i didn't know that." rafe watched as you brought the needle to his wound, "have you done stitches before?"

"on fake skin." you shrug, starting to stitch up his wound, "so, why did you do all this? you're lucky that thing didn't lodge any deeper."

"i could've just gone to an actual hospital."

"yeah, but wouldn't you rather give your future sister-in-law some practice?" you said, not noticing the way rafe was gazing at you, your tongue peeking out, your brows furrowed in a way that caused small wrinkles to appear on your forehead. "spill."

rafe let out an exasperated sigh, looking away from you, instead focusing on all the broken glass on the ground. he'd have to figure out a way to fix it before jenny got home.

"your sister's cheating on me."

a small oh left your lips as you continued.

"i saw texts on her phone before she left. she told me she was going on a work trip for the law firm she's interning with but she's currently at some hotel with the guy she's seeing."

"she... she always told me she was going out with you, at least once a week, but i'm starting to realize it's not true, is it?"

you chewed on your lower lip as you continued stitching the wound, letting out a soft, quiet, "i'm sorry, rafe. i see her like, once a year on christmas."

rafe nodded his head slightly, "lucky you." the man chuckled dryly, "it all just... made me feel like i'm not enough. that no matter what, the people around me are gonna keep betraying me. that i can never trust anyone."

you let out a soft, humorless chuckle. "i know how that feels."

"you do?" rafe looked down at you, as you finished tying the end of his suture, cutting the thread.

you sat up straight, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you started packing away your stuff. "everyone's always preferred jenny over me. everyone's always picked her over me. my parents always preferred her. every guy i liked always thought she was prettier. all my friends always thought she was cooler." you chew on your lower lip, your throat starting to hurt from the emotion you were trying to hold back, avoiding his gaze, "my entire life, i spent living in her shadow. my entire life i've been 'jenny's sister' and nothing else."

"that can't be true."

"you know what my parents' reaction was when i got into med school?" you chuckled dryly, your eyes turning glassy as you finally looked to rafe, "'that's great sweetie. anyway, did you hear that jenny got engaged? her ring is so gorgeous. oh, and she's doing so well in law school!'" you mimicked your mother's voice, letting out a sigh. "and jenny thrives from it. she's always loved that she's better than me. even as kids, she did everything she could to one-up me."

"she's not." rafe took your shaking hand in his, enveloping it in his larger one, "you just stitched up a half-stranger when you could've just left when you saw me destroying shit. your sister would never do something that selfless. i don't even think she has a selfless bone in her body."

"you're starting to sound like me." you let out a chuckle, shaking your head, "how come you're engaged to her, then?"

"maybe i don't have any either." rafe shrugs, "but i'm not letting her get away with this. i'm not someone to be messed with."

"that sounds ominous."

"you have no idea." he smiles, squeezing your hand.

[misswynters]

Perfume

featuring. au! claggor x reader

requested by anon

Claggor was never shy about his affection towards you, even when surrounded by the crew. You were used to his small gestures of love, a hand resting on the small of your back, a quick kiss pressed to your temple, or his arm draped casually over your shoulders. But today, he seemed bolder than usual, and you couldn’t help but feel the heat creep up your neck as his hand reached for yours, tugging you closer.

“Come here,” he whispered, his voice low. The others were lounging around in the hideout, deep in their conversation about their next scheme, but Claggor was entirely focused on you. Before you could process his intentions, he gently guided you to sit on his lap, his strong hands steadying you as he pulled you into place on his thigh.

You gave him a playful glare, glancing nervously at the others. “Claggor, they’re going to see.”

He shrugged, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips. “Let ‘em,” he said simply, his fingers resting lightly on your upper thigh. “I’m comfortable. You?”

Despite your hesitation, you settled into him, leaning back slightly against his chest. His free hand found its way to your hip, his thumb rubbing slow circles that sent tingles up your spine. His warmth was comforting, and you could feel the scent of grime and metal on his skin as it mingled faintly with the perfume you’d dabbed on your wrists earlier.

“Smells like you’ve been busy again,” he remarked, his breath warm against the shell of your ear.

You smiled, tilting your head slightly to give him a better view of the small glass vial tucked in the pocket of your apron. “I’ve been experimenting with lavender and citrus this time. Thought I’d make something light and fresh.”

Claggor chuckled, his voice rumbling pleasantly against your back. “Fresh, huh? Always smell good to me, sweet thing.”

His lips brushed the back of your shoulder, soft and lingering, and you felt your breath hitch. It wasn’t unusual for him to be affectionate, but something about his actions today left you flustered. His hand tightened slightly on your hip, pulling you closer against him as he buried his nose into the curve of your neck.

“This smell is driving me crazy, y'know that?” he murmured, his voice low and laced with a teasing edge.

Your cheeks flushed, and you tried to keep your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest. “Do I? Seems like you’re the one causing all the trouble right now.”

Claggor chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your neck as he spoke. “Not my fault, you smell so damn good. I can’t help it.”

You could feel the heat rising to your face, and you playfully swatted at his hand resting on your thigh. “Claggor, they’re right there.”

“They’re not paying attention,” he said with a shrug, though his grin betrayed just how much he enjoyed riling you up. “And if they are, let ‘em be jealous.”

Despite your protests, you found yourself melting against him, comforted by his steady presence. His hand slid just slightly higher on your thigh, his fingers warm against your skin. It wasn’t scandalous, not really, but there was something about the possessive way he held you that made your heart race.

“You should bottle this,” he said suddenly, breaking the moment with a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Bottle what?” you asked, turning your head slightly to catch his gaze.

“The way you smell,” he replied, his grin softening into something sweeter. “I’d carry it around with me everywhere. Not that I’d ever need to. You’re always here.”

The sincerity in his words took you by surprise, and you felt a rush of warmth that had nothing to do with the way his hands rested on you. You turned slightly, brushing your fingers against his cheek. Claggor leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was tender. It wasn’t demanding though. Just a sweet, lingering kiss that left you breathless.

The others finally seemed to take notice, with one of them clearing their throat loudly. “Oi, lovebirds! Save it for later,” Vi teased, though the amusement in her voice was clear.

You quickly pulled away, embarrassed, but Claggor just laughed, keeping his arm firmly around your waist. “Don’t mind us,” he called back, entirely unbothered by the interruption.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you leaned back against him. Despite the teasing and the audience, there was nowhere else you’d rather be. And as Claggor pressed another soft kiss to your shoulder, you knew he felt the same.

taglist. @writingwisterias @diffusebread @ekkosh

[alarajrogers]

I was in college, in Philadelphia, where winters are pretty chilly -- not by, say, Minnesota standards, but freezing temps are not abnormal -- so I had this great hat. It was sold in a box labeled Thermal Puff Fur Ring, which was such a pretentious name my brothers and I gleefully mocked it for years. It was white, and it had a fake fur ruff all around. It looked kind of like this:

So, there was a weekly humor newspaper at Penn, and there was a column called "Fashion Faux Pas", mocking people on campus for fashion "mistakes", and one day, I saw myself in the column. Wearing my Thermal Puff Fur Ring. The column asked "Do you think she asked the salesgirl, 'Do you have anything that looks like a rabbit died on my head?'"

OK, truth time, never admitted this before: it hurt. What the fuck, man. That hat is awesome. You just wish you had something as warm as my hat. But, I learned a long time before college that when people mock you, pretend it's praise and make it look like you are mocking them back. So I cut the article out and hung it on my dorm door with the caption "Alara is famous" and a note, "Actually, it's a Thermal Puff Fur Ring (tm)." The note might have made me sound pedantic, but I meant it as a joke, taking on an overly pedantic persona and being really pretentious about my hat. And I told all my friends it was hilarious.

Nowadays I think I'd have gone after the rabbit comment too, but mostly, I stand by the decisions I made back then. You cant do anything to someone who wears your mockery with pride. You can snicker at them behind their back, but the moment you bring it to their attention, they can turn it around and make you look like an idiot by being condescending or pretentious and making it sound like you're a peon making fun of something you don't understand. Exactly like artsy people do about Modern Art. It's not my fault that you don't grasp how awesome my Thermal Puff Fur Ring is, but I do wish you'd educate yourself before speaking in public, darling.

Do you ever wonder how many stories have been told about you? I don’t mean rumors or gossip. A story like “ one time I was at the mall and this girl dropped her hotdog but she picked it up and ate it” what if I’m that girl??how many times have people seen me do something I thought no one saw and is now being used as an ice breaker at a family dinner? Hmmmmmm?!???!

[nyctophiliq]

── # 𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗠𝗔𝗦 𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗨𝗦 lawyer! abby anderson

content warnings.          18+ MDNI, nsfw content, SMUT, female-bodied reader, lawyer! abby anderson, apprentice! reader, semi-public sex, office sex, implied age gap (?), power imbalance, praise kink (reader), fingering, eating out, kissing, tiny spots of dark content,

author's note.   this is really just yapping and some smut but hopefully it's not disappointing either way HAHAHAHA enjoy.........

so, there wasn’t a lot you could have done about the unfortunate hours you were called in for just try and bear it with the unlimited coffee that the office let you have. you wouldn’t call it a christmas bonus, but it was definitely not the cheap blend they left out, this one actually tasted like coffee and not just some dirt brown liquid with some caffeine sprinkled in it. for a law firm designed for the people who had money to spare, they sure skimped on procurement of the cure for sleep deprivation.

“let’s have a chat in my office.”

out of anything that graced the earth to wake people up, miss anderson, top partner of the law firm and who you were assigned to do grunt work before you could take on your own cases was the best remedy for the last rush of cases before everything stopped for the holidays.

miss anderson always asked you at times like this to sit into her chair, imagine yourself as the top partner, and the stress it came with which you usually stammered out a couple of apologies for because you were there to make her life easier, not to stress her out even more with your rookie comments.

“don’t worry darling, it’s the managing partner’s fault, not yours.”

comments like that puts you at ease, gives you back that spark you need to keep going for that bright future of being a big shot lawyer at one of the best law firms nationwide. it gives her the very opportunity she was looking for to take advantage of- you buried deep within her cherry-picked praises that you don’t even notice when she goes to the door to turn the lock and dim the lights, that her heels are now not clicking with rush but with a sort of sultriness (not that you were paying attention to anything but her words).

and oh god her words, she could talk you into anything and she knew it, abused it just the way you wouldn’t complain about it to anyone, and even if you thought about gloating, there was just no way anyone would believe you. it was an all-evil plot to use you for her own ease, to get rid of that thumping headache that always tore through her eyes and ears.

“next to your christmas bonus, I have come up with my own form of… gratitude.”

 because everything has led up to this moment, although she wasn’t too keen on kneeling for an apprentice, her head being between your thighs with the plush of them warming her ears and your moans calming that migraine that the snow and deadlines brought with themselves. needing and wanting more was on both of your minds as miss anderson’s tongue delved deeper within your leaking hole, with a thumb gently circling your clit and an empty hand filling itself with all that it could find under your white button up.

she is slowly easing you into a rhythm, something that followed the tempo of the slow christmas music faintly playing in the background, but overtime as the world faded, so did the sluggish movements of her tongue and fingers, and soon she was eating you out like there was a time rush, a hungry animal who could only survive on your sweet nectar pried from you with numbing pleasure.

you couldn’t place yourself when the knot in your stomach started to tighten, the rush of adrenaline that surged through you at the promise of an orgasm made you tear up the expensive leather of your boss’s chair and almost dig a hole into her spine with your high heel. it was a shot of ecstasy after each bold stroke of her finger that moved through your clenching walls and if she hadn’t told you to keep quiet then stuff your panties into your mouth to actually keep you quiet, you were almost certain that cops would’ve showed up at the rate you would have screamed at.

but the night wasn’t over after she kissed and fingered you through your climax, not when her lips were so addicting that after she completely pulled away, hands cradling your face as she pulled you closer to herself. on top of her desk, legs open and skirt riding up until her black lacy panties just peak out, letting you have a sample like a search-and-rescue dog, getting you hooked on the smell alone and having you want more and more until there is nothing left for you to look for.

[greywardenmonkey]

rook and solas...narrative foils? rook? a narrative foil? to SOLAS? rook? to solas? ROOK? ROOK????

[insidekatmind]

Red card~ Vinicius jr

Wearning: +18,smut

It was a quiet Sunday evening, and you were comfortably sitting on the living room couch. The Real Madrid match had just started, and as always, your heart raced as you watched Vinícius Jr. play. Your relationship with him was special, a love that had almost happened by chance but had grown intense and deep. He called you his "lucky star," but that evening, it seemed like luck wasn’t on his side.

"Go, Vini, show them who you are!" you whispered with a smile, sipping a cup of hot tea. Your eyes followed every movement he made on the field, as he dribbled past opponents with his usual elegance. You were used to seeing him face everything with a smile, but tonight, something felt different: there was a palpable tension.

45th minute.

The referee blew the whistle. A foul. Vinícius, usually calm, approached the referee with a furrowed brow. You couldn’t hear their words, but the images were clear. An opponent had provoked him, and Vinícius was trying to defend himself. Then it happened: the red card.

You were left breathless.

"No, no, it’s not possible!" you screamed, placing your cup on the table with a thud. You jumped to your feet, your heart racing. You watched in disbelief as Vinícius left the field, shaking his head. The referee seemed unwavering, and the camera lingered on the dark, furious face of your boyfriend.

An hour later.

The door to the house opened with a snap, and Vinícius stormed in. His gym bag flew to the floor, and he ran a hand through his hair, visibly shaken. He didn’t even look at you.

"You saw it, right?" he murmured, approaching you. You gently looked at him and embraced him. "Love," you whispered, hoping to ease his tension.

He was mad but felt better when you grabbed him to hug, making him sit next to you on the couch.

Vinicius puts his arm around you and rests his head on your shoulder."You’re not mad at me are you?" he says quietly, in a weak tone

"No, love, you are and will always be my champion," you whispered softly to him.

He smiles when you call him champion, it’s one of his favourite nicknames you had for him. He nuzzled in your neck, his hand resting on your leg and squeezing it softly

"Even when I act like a dickhead and get sent off again?" sentendo le sue parole sorridi.

"Especially when you become a dickhead,it's hot," you whispered.

He smile.His hand began to slide up slowly on your leg, just teasing."You still think I’m hot when I get mad?" he asks, teasing your neck with small kisses. You groan and nod.

He smirked, hearing you moan he began sucking on your neck, wanting to leave a mark

"Prove it to me then���” he mumbled against your neck, his hand slipping further up your leg.

You smile and kneel down, lowering his trousers and boxers and then pumping his cock a little before taking it in my mouth.

He grabs your hair gently with a hand."Holy fu-ck…“ he moans when he feels your mouth on his tip. You start to swirl your tongue around his big cock and then take it all in your mouth.

Vinicius raised his hips and fucked your mouth and you were moaning as you started to tease his balls with your hands and continued sucking him with more passion. He groans and comes down your throat.

When he makes you rise, he sighs happily and you kiss him.He returns the kiss with even more love, his hand caressing your cheek as they make out. He pulls you closer, until your body is pressed against his, and his leg goes in between yours, keeping you even closer to him.

“Mm… you know, I wouldn’t have been sent off in that game if you weren’t on my mind the entire time…“ he whispers in your ear.

You laugh as you watch him."So now it’s my fault?"

He chuckles, rolling over so he’s on top of you. He looks into your eyes, with a smirk on his lips.”Exactly… it’s your fault, you were being distracting in my mind the whole game…“

I smile and bite my lip. "What were you thinking?" Taming his muscular shoulders.

He moans lowly when you caress his shoulders, his body slightly shudders under your touch.“Do you want me to tell you or show you?”.he replies in a seductive tone, as his hands begin to wander up and down your body, caressing your curves.

"Show me" You say whispering.

He grins and kisses down your neck, occasionally leaving marks on it. His hands keep feeling up your body, caressing it lovingly. As he’s still busy with your neck, his knee slips gently between your legs, slightly rubbing against you.

Feeling the pressure on your pussy groan and you start rubbing yourself on it moaning.

He moans as you rub against his knee, his lips still attacking your neck with kisses.“Mmm you’re just impatient aren’t you…?“he mutters against your skin, his hand roaming down your body and caressing closer to your inner thigh.

"It’s not my fault I have such a sexy boyfriend" you whisper with a mischievous smile.

He chuckles at your comment, lifting his head up to look down at you while still letting his hand gently caress your thigh.“Oh you’re gonna flatter me like this? I might just have to get an even bigger ego…” he grins a little, his hand starting to get closer and closer to your centre.

You kiss him and groan in his mouth feeling the movements of his leg where you needed it. "It’s so beautiful Vini"groan once again.

He kisses you back, his hands going to your waist to grip on it softly. His knee is rubbing up against you still, his body starting to grind down and slightly rub himself against you as well.“Mmm, you like it that much, princesa?” he mutters, the vibrations of his voice sending more pleasure through you.

You moan madly for his Spanish and murmur a little 'yes.'

He moans a bit himself at the sound of your voice, the sound sending even more sensations through him. His knee continues its pace, the friction of him rubbing against you making him want you more. He leans in to your ear and whispers.“Dios mío… te quiero.” say Vinícius.

"Vini please"you have murmured. He growls lowly again, the sound of you begging making him feel even more aroused.

His knee keeps rubbing against you, while his lips go back to attacking your neck, leaving marks all over it. “What do you need, mi vida?“

"I want you inside me, please" you whine, you desperately clung to Vinícius.

He moans when you tell him, his knee slowly slipping away from you. He kisses all over your neck and down to your chest.“You’re begging for me that badly, cariño?“

His hands start caressing your thighs again, slowly spreading them apart for him.

Groan and spread your legs as much as you can. He groans at the sight of you so open and eager for him. His hands go to your waist, holding on to you while he grinds against you slowly, wanting to tease you a bit.

“Mmm… you want it that badly, don’t you, amor?“ he whispers you making you whine.

"Love please don’t tease me" you whine as you raise my hips wanting more.

He smirks, seeing you wriggling around and trying to get more with your hips. His grip on your waist is strong so you don’t move too much.“You’re being impatient again… I thought I said I’ll be making you feel good all night long…” he mutters against your chest, his lips leaving marks on it as one of his hands move down between you.

Groan feeling le sue parole and kiss him. He kissed you back passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth as you feel his hand rub against your entrance slowly. At the same time, his hip grinded against you, letting you feel how hard he’s becoming. “Mmm you drive me crazy, cariño…“

I moan wanting he inside me. "Baby come into me please fill me" you cry.

He grunts when you beg and he can’t take it anymore. He breaks the kiss to look into your eyes.“You’re gonna be the death of me one day…“

Then, you feel him slowly entering you. His grip on your waist tightens as he e tra tutto in te e gemi sentendo il suo grosso cazzo riempirti.

"Always so close to me, child" grunts Vinícius and you whine raising your hips towards him.

In the room you heard only the sound of your skin meeting and your groans and his grunts.

His impulses increased and you were moaning, managing to concentrate only on the pleasure that Vinícius was giving you.

"Vini" you groans scratching his back.

He groans lowly feeling how tight you get around him, and his hands grab on to you more intensely, wanting to hold you as close to him as possible. His lips are on your neck again, leaving more marks on the skin while his hip start pounding in you faster.“Mmm, say my name… say it again…“ he mutters against your ear, his voice is slightly hoarse from how intense his breathing got.

Every time you groaned his name increased the push making you groan louder.

He moans against your ear when he hears his name coming from your lips again and he starts biting and sucking on your neck again, leaving more marks all over it.“Mmm good girl… only say my name from now on, say it loudly and tell me how good I feel…“ he mutters in your ear, as his hip start moving faster and faster.

"It’s so beautiful" you groan, squeezing even more on him.

He grunts at your words, hearing how good he makes you feel was driving him crazy and making him go even faster.“Mmm you’re so tight mi vida…. Do I feel good?”he mutters, his lips are on your neck again, his teeth gently leaving even more love bites.

"Yes, Yes, Yes" You cried when you felt your g-spot hit.

He moans loudly again when you tighten around him even more, his hand grabbing your hip and pulling you closer so he can go even deeper.

“Mmm that’s it… feels good, doesn’t it?” he mutters in your ear, his breathing getting even more intense as he hammered deeper and deeper into you.

You were so taken by the pleasure that you groaned only not being able to say a concrete word. He chuckles at how you’ve become a moaning mess and is now unable to speak after he keeps ramming into you, his grip on your waist gets even tighter, holding you close.

“Mmm you’re so cute like this, amor… all lost in pleasure you can’t even speak" He teased you and you whined.

Two more pushes and you came and you squeezed his cock so hard that he came too.

He chuckles and pecks your lips, as he rolls off of you and lays down next to you. He’s slightly sweaty and his breathing is still a bit heavy from how intense that was. “You’re all mine…”he mutters, as his arms wrap around you and he pulls you close to him, your body pressed snuggly against his.

He burrows his face in the crook of your neck and snuggled against you, smiling blissfully.

You smile nodding and cuddle to him feeling satisfied.He smiles more as you bury yourself in his chest and soon fall asleep.

He looks at you for a moment and can’t help but think how adorable you look when asleep. Then, he pulls the covers up and covers both of you with it, before gently petting your hair. He continues to hold you close to him and soon, he falls asleep as well.

[msfbgraves]

Fanfic authors have been getting increasingly horribly exploited in the past five years especially. Our work stolen to feed AI that is then being used to put other writers out of work. Wattpad antics. The reselling of plagiarised works published for free. And then this trend of not including an author in the gushing about the works. That is like holding a birthday party for a person to share how much you love them, only not inviting them. Because your love for that person is personal to you and your other friends and none of the celebrated person's business. You're shy! You don't know what to say!

I have been incredibly lucky on having had a lot of engagement on Tumblr in the Silverusso fandom, but I have been in other fandoms whose works are still on Ao3 and also still being clicked on, for what purpose I don't know. But with the current climate, I don't feel like adding much more to other fandoms there especially. There's a few Cherik fics I have toyed with updating, but haven't been inspired enough for, knowing that it's like a lottery nowadays. Sure, the effort could pay off, but what is more likely to happen, at least when posting on Ao3 alone, is mocking silence. Deep in my heart I know that some people will be made happier if I did do it, but knowing that others will use it only to enrich themselves is not a joyful thought at all.

Love will get your fanfic authors a long way in sharing their stories, but if they get nothing at all in return, while knowing that people may even be stealing it for their own ends; that is not an environment conducive to writing. It's an abusive relationship, and we all know that not doing anything beats being in an abusive relationship.

I mean, theoretically my works and other works are being enjoyed because there is an outcry when Ao3 is down. But there is a reason people applaud after live performances. If they didn't, people would stop doing it! Even when the reasons to start doing it are mostly altruistic on the artist's part. Everybody tells you in life to stop putting your efforts where they're not actively appreciated. I mean, did Cinderella's stepfamily enjoy the efforts of her labour? Did it enrich them? Likely yes! Would you have encouraged her to keep providing it, even if she may have started out of love for her family's home? Girl no! Even this kind hearted girl left, because that is what you do when your efforts are unappreciated and exploited, even when they're clearly of value.

If I simply posted and got zero response - no engagement even, I could say the fault was mine. Either for being in the wrong place or doing the wrong thing. But when there is engagement, but no appreciation and people are hawking it somewhere, which I now know they are through the mere existence of AI, adding more is an actively stupid thing to do.

I'm not blaming readers exactly, I'm just pointing out that when you're getting no appreciation and are being exploited, continuing to do something isn't wise and stopping an activity (in this case, writing fic) is a rational decision to make! There's more rewarding things anyone could be doing, even if the activity itself is of much value!

Maybe I will post more in some old fandoms or even new ones, but right now, the only thing that could really compel me to post anything when I am not 100% certain there already is an active audience is an obsession so strong it overrides logic. And that will get you some fic, but not multiple longfics, I assure you.

And no updates. Things that aren't nourished die.

A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.

My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.

My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.

This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.

Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.

I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.

So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.

[thezombieprostitute]

Dr. Studmuffin

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty's December Daze Challenge.

Prompt: new years kiss with a stranger

Warnings: Drugs used in a medical setting, Emergency room setting, Ex-boyfriend angst, Physical injuries. Please let me know if I missed any.

You're in tears, and not just from the pain. This was supposed to be your comeback. Your personal revolution. New Year's was a time for renewal and remaking yourself. You were going to prove to everyone, especially Bryce, that you didn't need him. That you could stand proud on your own two feet.

You'd splurged on the clothes, finding ones that not only fit you like a second skin, but that made all your best features pop. You got your hair done by a professional, even adding some highlights that would match the dress and your makeup choices. Every time you looked in the mirror you knew you were killing it! This was going to be your night. Your year!

And then you tripped on your too-high heels and likely broke your ankle.

It took everyone at the party several minutes to stop laughing. You're certain Bryce is still laughing about it. No one wanted to give you a lift to the emergency room so you had to call yourself an ambulance. Thankfully the paramedics were nice enough. Especially after the pain meds kicked in and you went from uncontrollably sad to uncontrollably sad and loopy.

You hated being loopy. You just couldn't stop talking and you inevitably said too much. Doesn't matter you primarily apologized for things that weren't your fault and made it rain compliments, you still talked nonstop and would eventually be called annoying. Thankfully the redheaded nurse taking care of you didn't seem to mind every time you repeated how pretty you thought she was. She actually was pretty good at assuaging the worst of your fears.

And then he showed up.

The first time you laid eyes on the ER doctor you blurted out, "well hello, Dr. Studmuffin!" You slapped your hands over your mouth, face burning with embarrassment. Apparently he felt it too with how pink his cheeks got.

"I see Natasha wasn't exaggerating," he chuckles as he rubs on some hand sanitizer.

"I am so sorry, doctor! I know that was very disrespectful. I mean, it's not disrespectful to call you handsome, because you really are. But it's wrong time, wrong place, right? Plus, you're a doctor! You've gotta be super smart for that! So reducing you to Dr. Studmuffin just feels so inadequate. I'm---"

He raises a hand to stop you from talking. His cheeks are still blushing but his smile is, thankfully, gentle instead of condescending or egotistical. He puts on some gloves and walks to your heavily bruised ankle. "Why don't you tell me what happened?"

"I tripped on my shoes," you explain. Tears start to form as the embarrassing memory comes back. "I tripped in front of everyone and they just laughed and didn't try to help me and I was just trying to be better! Trying to improve myself and stand on my own without my ex and then I tripped and fell, right in front of him!"

The doctor grabs some of the tissues from the table nearby and gently wipes the tears from your face.

"The notes from the paramedics say that you had to call them yourself? No one tried to help?"

You nod, a fresh flow of tears starting. "It was supposed to be my night to remake myself. My night to be...to be not me. To be bold, daring, and kiss a stranger at midnight. But instead, here I am with...Can you please tell me your name so I might stop calling you Dr. Studmuffin?"

"I'm Dr. Rogers, but you can call me Steve."

"Thank you, Steve."

"I'm gonna examine your ankle now. I need you to tell me if, when something hurts, okay?" You nod your understanding.

After several squeaks and hisses in pain with explanations as to the type of pain he tells you it's likely a minor fracture but he's going to have to get some x-rays to confirm that.

You sigh, "I was supposed to be drinking champagne and, instead, I'll greet the new year with a dose of radiation." The tears start forming again. "Maybe they were right about how much of a loser I am."

Steve's jaw clenches and he gently lifts your chin, wiping away the tears with another tissue. "Don't do that. Don't let the bullies win. If you do that, they just get worse." He sees the confusion on your face and continues, "I don't like bullies. I got bullied pretty much my whole life."

"Who'd bully a Studmuffin like you?" you blurt.

He chuckles. "I wasn't always built like this. Used to be super scrawny."

"Aww! I bet you were so cute!"

That alone would make his cheeks burn but then Natasha walks in, "Dr. Studmuffin, you're needed in room 32." He gives her a glare but she just smiles back. He sighs, knowing he's never going to hear the end of it.

"Okay, she needs some x-rays and can you make sure Mace is her Radiologist? He'll probably have the most patience for her loopy state."

"Oh, yes, please let me have someone patient!" you exclaim. "I cannot be trusted not to annoy someone right now!"

Natasha smiles at you, "don't worry. I'll make sure you're in good hands."

After Steve catches a few moments to breathe, he looks around to see if you're back from getting your ankle x-ray. He's disappointed to see you're not back yet.

"Don't worry, Dr. Studmuffin," Nat teases. "She'll be back soon enough."

Steve's face goes pink. "I just wanted to do a follow up is all."

"You know you can't lie to me," she smiles. "She's someone who was trying to pull herself together, indicating personal strength. She cooed when you told her you were a scrawny kid, indicating a lack of shallowness on her part. And, I know you saw her chart. She's a chemist, so she's likely highly intelligent. She's exactly your kind of girl."

"She doesn't actually find me attractive," Steve counters. "It's just a bit of Nightingale Syndrome."

Nat laughs uncontrollably for a minute. "Steve, that's when the medical caretaker has a thing for the patient. Not the other way around."

Steve's face goes completely red as he realizes his slip up.

"I'll make sure you're on break around midnight so you can give the lovely lady that kiss with a stranger she was looking for," Nat winks before heading off to another patient.

Your back in your room, wallowing in misery as you look at the time. So close to midnight. You know your "friends" are having a blast. Likely still laughing about you. And here you are, alone and miserable.

Dr. Studmuffin, Steve, you internally correct yourself, comes in.

As he rubs his hands with sanitizer he says, "good news. While it is a partial fracture in the bone, your tendons and ligaments are unharmed. That'll make the healing process a lot easier on you." You nod glumly and he checks his watch. "I'm actually going on break here in a little bit, just in time for midnight. I...I was wondering if, maybe, you'd like to greet the New Year with me?"

Your eyes widen in shock. "You...you want me...you want to kiss me for New Year's?"

"Only if you'd like that," he's quick to assure. "Stick it to those bullies, get a kiss with a stranger, and all that?"

"Yes, please!"

He checks his watch again, "and with that, I'm on my break." He turns on the TV. It's muted but you can still see the countdown.

When the clock hits zero, he leans in for a kiss. Still loopy from the pain meds you wrap your arms around his head and pull him in for a deep kiss, catching him off guard, but making him smile.

Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad year for either of you.

Tagging: @alicedopey; @darsynia; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

[punkymaysnark]

Is "pinkwashing" a good term for this episode? Because I got some serious "pinkwashing" vibes out of it.

I mean, IMP offed a straight couple who cheated with only a slight hangup from Moxxie. And they made that straight couple into a bunch of super-religious whackos to make sure you, the viewer, also wanted them dead.

And then the gay couple here is just shown hugging their kids and kissing on the lips. This was so charming and wholesome that only Millie was still willing to kill them. The same Blitzø who wanted to kill a "happy mother fresh out of the hospital" becomes declawed upon seeing two gay dads kissing on the lips.

It just reads to me like that thing people do where they're like "you can't fault me, I'm gay!" I'm like, "so what"? It doesn't change the fact that the husband cheated on his wife, it doesn't change that he screwed her out of the family, it doesn't change that he left her a bitter and depressed mess. We know so little about these circumstances because it's just a foil for more Stolitz shit. What if she died in poverty after he left her? And what if HE'S a terrible person under the skin, too? Gay people can still be terrible people! Seeing him cuddling his new family on Christmas doesn't fucking change that!

They even tried making the ex-wife a catty and prickly person, but not even in a way that's unjustified. One, SHE WAS CHEATED ON. Presumably died without ever having this settled. Two, I would ALSO hate being left to wait in a boring room with nothing to read and only a sad sack to talk to. She's a bitch who is right.

Really, I just watched this episode mostly for my beautiful perfect daughter Loona and seeing her happy, then left it with some unfortunate imp-lications. (Huehuehue)

[natsurishizukixd08]

(Ik this post is from a long while but MY BRAIN WORMIES ARE ACTIVATED YET AGAIN VI THIS IS YOUR FAULT)

(This takes place after the extra raise in popularity and vacation)

WHAT IF they also made like- fan songs? Like The Living Tombstone and Random Encounters?

After their vacation, they realized that they actually enjoy producing music (they've been in a creative fever ever since they made the soundtracks in 2 movies), so they decide to form a band/group, and they've been covering/producing music during their ramshackle sleepovers

their group roles are as follow:

ACE, having knowledge on choreography the past few times they made the videos, is now in charge of editing, and making the MV itself, taking inspiration from tons of artists and planning his own, before finding animators to help him animate the MV (the animators didn't slip up the opportunity and agreed almost immediately, regardless the price)

DEUCE, who surprisingly has a good voice range (Epel has the best one, but Deuce comes close second), agreed to be one of the main vocalists (much to Ace's dismay), along with Epel. They both have full freedom on managing how their voices in the song, like from a high pitched scream in lost ones weeping, but they both decided to do a high pitched growl instead. (They're naturals with some training -- it didn't take many attempts to get the final products they agree on)

JACK, other than being able to make walking look fabulous the last time, can surprisingly, do music theory and play the piano. He is in charge of producing the main melody for the songs they make, and with Ortho's help, add some other instruments into the melody. (It took him a lot of effort to make one with a specific feel to it, even if he does listen to all types of artist, producing one from scratch is not something he has done before, but in the end, everyone is satisfied with the final result)

EPEL, other than being one of the main vocalists, is also partially in charge of reviewing and inserting effects for the MV. They both had some initial disagreements, but they eventually came to a satisfying conclusion that satisfied both their tastes. Aside from that, Epel isn't doing much, so he tries to help out the others as much as possible. (Deuce, Sebek and him tend to finish their parts earlier than most, so even during the earlier and final stages of production, he helps out in any way he can)

ORTHO, who has a ton of editing experience, is now in charge of compiling the melody, MV and acapellas together, and doing a final check on everything. He does use his scanners to check and review them, but ultimately, whether he wants to follow through or ignore what his scanners tell him, it's his decision. (He usually asks everyone in the group to review it with him too, to get opinions and feedback on what he edited {he has a backup copy of the pure, compiled but unedited version just in case})

SEBEK, who did the costumes the last time, is now in charge of making the MV look good. From adding extra dramatic lighting, to tinkering around with the og subtitles, he makes sure the MV matches the vibe the group is trying to get across. (The others are always grateful for him for joining in their little music group, cause it takes up his knight training time. He usually shrugs it off, but he enjoys editing the effects in the MV, so he wouldn't count this as a waste of time. {he won't admit this, but he likes spending time with them as much as they do with him, so in repayment for their company, he helps them in his own way, including joining their little group/band})

YUU, regardless of everything, is still the manager for the little group, and their song writer, so they create catchy lyrics and help manage the channels, from the channel's content and contact to editing and uploading the bloopers, they have free reign. (As prideful the first years are, they will admit that they only bond more because of Yuu, so in repayment of their presence, they gave them the ultimate power and control, as a way of saying thanks)

After making a few songs at once, they upload them periodically, the first one being No Mercy; a fan-song based on a very trending PVP game that was released a month ago during their vacation (they only found out because Ace loves video games in general, and tends to try new ones upon release), followed up by Basics in Behavior, a song based on an old indie horror RPG where it's a school experience gone wrong, and a few more fan-songs uploaded for the next month or so week, with descriptions explaining they binged-finished multiple songs at once before uploading them periodically.

Needless to say, after a few months after their last soundtracks, the media went crazy because of them again, their videos gain crazy amount of views cause mega fans recognize them by voice...and they put their actual names in the credit.

(Vil is about to grow grey hairs earlier, and Eric is about to contact them again to make more soundtracks and an exclusive interview, and the internet does what it does best.)

[EXTRA NOTES: if I have the motivation, I'll do headcanons on how they act in Vil's interview ;) (which has a chance of being posted a few hours after this one lmao)]

the first-years accidentally enter a Sage's Island singing competition, because yuu saw the words "participation money" on the poster and signed them up immediately because the vacation fund, you guys, THE VACATION FUND-- (different au from the restaurant, btw)

the contest is through video submissions, so yuu brings all the first-year together to pump out a semi-decent, story-driven music video (think "last friday night" by katy perry -- a mix of story cutscenes and actual dancing). they used to dabble in making original music back home, so they write up a quick, catchy song, and assign everyone their roles.

after the whole fairy gala thing, jack and ortho are very adept at making walking/flying look fabulous, and so they're the main stars for the acting segments. ortho is also in charge of the technical parts: providing equipment, editing, etc. jack is very embarrassed over the idea of being in a music video that a bunch of people will see, but after he sees leona eat a mouse off the floor because he was too lazy to pick up the plate of food ruggie left for him, he decides he really needs his vacation as soon as possible. same for ortho, except he had to watch idia heat up a cup of ramen, drop the whole thing on the ground, and then proceed to still eat it anyway.

since ace actually knows what people like, he's in charge of planning and directing the choreography and writing the story. he's a little bitchy about it, but he's good at what he does, and not nearly as bad as vil, so... little mercies.

being strong enough to carry the heavy equipment, sebek is the one in charge of actually recording the video itself. he's ALSO in charge of making the costumes, being the only one with enough determination to study for five nights straight on modern fashion trends and... y'know, being the only person out of the seven who knows how to sew, lol. being the emotional, sensitive guy he is, he's also in charge of the lighting and the overall aesthetic of the video, knowing exactly which elements will evoke what response in people (aka, he throws a bunch of things at the wall and sees which one makes him cry the hardest). don't worry-- yuu keeps him from plastering malleus's face all over it.

that leaves epel and deuce to be the dancers. luckily, the choreography isn't nearly as... bubblegum pop, i guess, as "absolutely beautiful", so it doesn't take a whole lot of convincing for them to do it. deuce, like jack and ortho, isn't entirely sure of being on camera, but then trey gets called back to the queendom by a family emergency, and the whole dorm goes to shit and somehow catches on fire, soooooo...

at the end, they submit their video, and grab their participation money. and they honestly think that's the end of it...

...until they get an email saying they won first place, the video blows up on TwistTube, articles start getting written analyzing the metaphors and complex story in the video, and now eric venue is coming to sage's island to see if they'd be willing to do a promotional music video for a movie he's producing.

uhhhhh... whoops?

[sovonight]

,

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

So. I have a fiancé. A real life one. A guy who I love very much and will marry in 2026. I’m deeply, deeply in love.

When we started dating, I was emerging from a very abusive home life. I had learned through many, many years of experience that sharing my emotions with others was dangerous. That it would get me hurt. That it would get me hit.

So for a long time, I didn’t share when I was feeling frustrated. I didn’t tell him when I was upset. I didn’t tell him about the things that were bothering me. Either from home or work or whatever. It culminated in me experiencing those emotions and experiencing them on my own. It culminated in him knowing I was upset, often upset with him, but knowing that I wouldn’t talk to him.

By the time we had been together for a few months, the only times I was expressing any emotions to him were when everything bubbled over. I would burst into tears and sob or hours. I would yell. I would do everything I could to protect myself, even blame him for problems that I caused, because I had learned that vulnerability=danger.

A number of times I told him that being in arguments made me feel like I was going to die. That was not an exaggeration. The vulnerability of it made me feel like I was about to be killed.

But I owed it to my partner and to myself to try and reach a place where I could be emotionally vulnerable. He deserved someone who could access their emotions, share when they were struggling, and be emotionally intimate. If I was incapable of that, then I wasn’t ready for the relationship.

All of this to say: we DO owe our partners emotional vulnerability. If we say we want a deeper relationship, if we say we want to be closer than FWB, then we owe the relationship that. And if it’s shown to be a consistent problem that somebody can’t be emotionally vulnerable, then I think the other party gets to push. Or at least express their discontent.

This idea that Treasure violated Porter’s consent seems a little… immature? I don’t know. It feels like the musings of one who hasn’t had to navigate the back and forth of a real relationship.

Porter owes Treasure the vulnerability he claims he wants to give them. It’s okay if he doesn’t know how to do that. He has been hurt very deeply. That isn’t his fault. But the reactions that his trauma causes in him and the impacts they have on others are his responsibility. He is allowed to not be perfect at this. But he has to try. At least that. If he can’t, then maybe he’s not ready for them.

Treasure owes Porter the space to grow, the space to try in a safe way. If they can’t do that, if they’re too focused on their own hurt to recognize his extraordinary circumstances, then maybe they’re not ready for him.

But yeah. As someone who has Been Porter… maybe Porter is a lil in the wrong. And maybe he’ll get better. I did.

[1xxstarryeyesxx1]

People are angry, they say, how dare "she not listen to him." - Is it okay that the girl was emotional? She had no desire to listen to him and try to understand him because of her own pain, and that's kind of normal, considering what he did and the fact that he made her feel guilty, even if not intentionally.

Stolas can be an infantil, he can throw his life and his daughter to please Blitz, and Octavia has no right to even get mad at her father, she must be his comfortable daughter, who will "behave as he needs". [sarcasm] 👽

Like the main character from a tabloid novel, he bursts into the courtroom, heroically exposes his chest and shouts, "Noooo, it's my fault, punish me! I love him so much!" - Damn, Stolas, you're so stupid, you have a smaller brain than that anime girl in the short film. By the way, he only sings about his love for Blitz, so technically Luna, Millie and Moxxie could have been fcked up just the same if everyone didn't just give a damn about them. He could have started with any other argument, he could have said that with the help of Blitz and the grimoire, he was killing people HE didn't like on earth or something like that. To show that he also despises demons and Blitz (which whitewashed him in the eyes of the aristocracy): "that he is a good worker, so don't kill him, I gave him the book myself."

And as have already written many times, he behaves like a real a$$hole towards Octavia. Note that it wasn't Stella or her brother who promised the girl to always be by her side. He. He promised that he would never leave her.

[brookediamonds]

piece by piece, he collected me up | Axel Kovačević x fem! reader

based off this request

summary: as sam's little sister you were always stuck in the shadow of her when it came to academics, karate, and love. when you were offered a scholarship to train in Hong Kong, you took the chance to venture out and create you're own legacy.

Wc: 2.8k warnings: daddy issues (kind of), none, fluff

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It started when your sister showed interest in practicing karate again. You never gave up on the sport, karate was your outlet to the life around you.

Growing up, your older sister was always the one with the better grades, better friends, better relationship with your parents. She even had the better love life.

You loved your sister, but when she expressed wanting to join you in karate, you couldn't help but fake a smile and hold back your tears, ignoring the tightening in your chest. Now she would have the only little attention your dad paid to you.

At the last All Valley tournament when you and Miguel Diaz won in your divisions, there was a surprise second prize that came along with your 1st place trophy.

It was a scholarship to train in Hong Kong with the number one dojo in the entire world. Your parents were hesitant to let you go, but you had convinced them this was a once in a lifetime chance and it's all you could ever hope for.

So you went. You've spent the last two years learning and achieving a whole new level of fighting that you would never have imagined. The Iron Dragons had taught you endurance, discipline, and combat.

Sensei Wolf took a special liking towards you, you had come from a defense only mindset and with your years of experience, you gave his two star pupils, Zara and Axel, a run for their money.

The first few months were extremely hard and difficult to adjust to Sensei Wolf's lessons, but once Zara and Axel got to know you, they finally understood your intentions and no longer saw you as a threat.

Zara showed you mercy after overhearing a call between you and Sam. Your sister was ecstatic her and Miguel had reconnected and that they had kept The All Valley up and going.

Your teammate knew what it was like to live in the shadows of others, it was why she always wanted to be the best. She took you under her wing and broke down the soft side in you, using your defensive moves mix in with your new offense.

And when she caught you checking out the tall blue eyed boy a few times after practice, she made it her life's mission to make sure you and Axel ended up together.

Which you did.

Fast forward to the present, you and Axel had just finished watching a movie at a local theater, and sat together at an ice cream shop enjoying a mint chocolate chip cone.

"You're hogging it," you pout at your boyfriend who held the frozen treat up to his lips.

"It is your fault you make me like this," Axel grins taking another lick of the green substance. You rolled your eyes with a small smile knowing you had indeed introduced him to sweets.

He handed you the cone using his now free hand to wrap an arm around the back of your seat and leaned back, softly running his fingers through your loose hair.

As you and Axel began talking about the movie you saw, your phone suddenly lit up with Sam's face indicating she was FaceTiming you.

With the time zone differences, it was hard to call your family so anytime they reached out, you took the call.

"I'll be right back," you say handing your ice cream cone to the boy next to you. "Don't finish it!"

"I can not promise that," he says making you shove him playfully. Grabbing your phone, you walk over to a secluded corner in the shop and answer the call.

"Hey Sammy," you smile at your sister. She has her phone propped up on her vanity as she did her make up, her pink romper letting you know she was getting ready to go out for the night.

"(Y/n)!" She squeals setting her palette down. "Did you like the movie?"

"Yeah it was actually-"

"I have some exciting news!" Your hyperactive sibling cuts you off. "Miyagi-Do qualified for the Sekai Taikai!"

Your smile fell instantly at her announcement. They were going to Barcelona?

"Oh, that's great!" You put on an enthusiastic attitude. "Dad must be so excited."

"He is! In fact," Sam picked her phone up. "We were brainstorming and thinking we should save you a spot on our team-"

"What?" You cut her off flabbergasted at what she was implying. "You're not saying you want me to join Miyagi-Do for the tournament right?"

She goes quiet, her eyes searching the screen to see you looking back at her annoyed.

"Well, yeah, with you we'd be an unbeatable team," she says. She's looking at you with anticipation, hoping you'll drop the dojo you've grown at.

"No," you respond flatly.

"No?" Sam repeats furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. You licked your lips stating your ground.

"Don't hold a spot for me," you discourage their idea. "Congratulations on making it to the tournament, but you guys did it without me, you can do it again."

Sam is quick to rebuttal and beg you to reconsider but you didn't even entertain the idea of joining them.

"I have to go, but we'll talk later, I love you," you hang up hastily, and hold your phone to your chest.

You couldn't believe the proposition you just heard. You worked your ass to get to where you were, and once again it's being taken from you.

Sauntering back to your table, Axel sat in the same seat waiting for you with a new cone.

"I ate your ice cream so I got new one," he says cutely cracking a smile on your face.

"Thank you," you exhale plopping down next to him. Axel is quick to notice your change in mood, the way you sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder let him know something is wrong.

"How is your sister?" He asks rubbing the side of your arm soothingly.

You pondered if you should tell him about your family's idea, not wanting to give him to think you'd consider switching sides.

"She's good..." you trail off nibbling at your dessert. You feel Axel staring at the side of your face, he brings his hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear making you look over at him.

"What is bothering you, my love?" He asks sweetly his low voice making your stomach turn. He knew you all too well.

"Their dojo is going to the Sekai Taikai," you say bummed out. "I love my family, but I wanted just this one thing to myself."

Axel nods, placing his hand over your free one sitting on the table.

"Selfish, I know," you acknowledge avoiding his gaze, finishing off your cone.

"You are anything but selfish," Axel corrects you. "Do not make self small because family over looks you."

"Oh they see me alright," you snort placing your elbow on the table, leaning your head in your hand. "They want me to join them for the tournament."

"Are you going to?" He quizzes you.

"Absolutely not," you shook your head. "You're stuck with me, Kovačević."

The Croatian boy chuckled, relieved you would stay with the team that's taken you in. Axel knew how you had to fight for you father's attention and how much you so badly wanted his approval in life.

Especially in karate.

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The next few months had flown by, you had trained everyday for hours on end working with Axel and Zara to sharpen your instincts, and skills.

Sensei Wolf had also selected you to be his captain for the girls division to which Zara had praised you on. You'll never forget what she told you that day:

"It's not about where you started, it's about where you finish. This isn't about proving them wrong about your abilities. This is about proving to yourself that you belong here."

It was finally time for the Sekai Taikai, you walked proudly with your green uniform, and white captain's head band tied around your head.

When you came face to face with the people you hadn't seen in over two years, it felt like no time had passed. You resisted the urge to drop your cold demeanor and run across the matt to embrace your dad and sister.

Regardless of your history, you still missed them.

It was when all teams were required to attend the aquarium, you were able to talk to Sam.

"Hey little sis," Sam greets you when your team enters the aquatic building. She's quick to envelope you in a hug, almost knocking you back.

"Hey," you smile softly accepting her affection.

"You look amazing!" she pulls back from you, examining you head to toe. One thing you always loved about Sam; she never had a bad thing to say about you.

"So do you," you return the compliment.

"(Y/n)!" Miguel and Robby approach you both.

The last time you had seen the two boys, Miguel had just won the All Valley and Robby began training again with your dad.

"Hey, big brothers," you teased them, greeting both with a hug. When Sam had told you their parents were expecting together, you laughed at the irony of the whole situation.

"You look good," Robby commented his green eyes scanning over you.

"I said that!" Sam agreed giddly, elbowing him.

"What kind of workouts do they have you doing over there?" Miguel asked faking suspicion.

Rolling your eyes at their remarks, you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Where's your boyfriend? I wanna meet him!" Sam inquires exciting at meeting your first ever love interest.

"You have a boyfriend?" Robby reiterates.

"Don't sound so surprised," you respond sarcastically.

"No- I just mean you never showed interest in anyone back home, I thought you were a lone wolf kind of girl," he attempts to lighten the situation.

"Right," you said narrowing your eyes. Looking around for an auburn haired boy, you spot Axel standing along with Zara on the side.

He catches your eyes on him, making you wave him down. Zara follows along with him, wanting to meet your old team as well.

"Guys, this is my boyfriend Axel," you gesture to the tall Croatian boy next to you, "and this is my friend, well teammate, Zara."

"Hey," Miguel and Robby nod at your two teammates giving them a closed mouth smile.

"This is Sam, Miguel, and Robby," you introduce your home people to your new people.

"Hi," Zara says with a small grin, eyes never leaving Robby's making you chuckle.

"(Y/n)'s talked so much about you," Sam says to Axel. "I'm glad we could all finally meet."

"Yes, and especially before competition," Axel says smoothly making you shake your head.

"So who are your captains?" Zara spoke up wanting to get on the topic of the tournament.

"Robby and I are the captains," Sam smiles. You couldn't control the way your eyebrows lifted up in surprise, you really thought Miguel would be wearing the white headband.

"Don't look so surprised," Robby throws back at you playfully.

"What about you guys?" Miguels questions.

"Me and her," Axel smirks pulling you into him by your hip.

"Wow," your sister blinks, her voice slightly nervous. "That's great!"

"She earned it," Zara says a hint of smugness behind her voice. She wanted to make sure your old team knew they were in for a challenge.

Before anyone could say anything else, the teams are called forward so pictures can be taken.

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The first day of the tournament was a breeze. For your team of course. This wasn't your first Sekai Taikai, you had gone with the Iron Dragons last year and won first place.

Miyagi-Do however, struggled.

You’d never forget the look of shock on their faces when it came down to The Iron Dragons and Cobra Kai during the 'Captain's War' event.

You and Axel made Kwon and Tory look defenseless by how fast you took them down together. From the way Sam had described you, Tory was expecting a petite off balance fighter when in reality you moved with grace and packed a punch with every hit.

When your eyes met your dad's you saw a look of fright. It almost made you upset, because if you won would he have the same look instead of being happy for you?

Looking down at an awe-struck Tory, you introduce yourself.

"Nice to officially meet you," you smirk down at her. "Welcome to Barcelona."

From the corner of your eye, you see Sam and Miguel share a look of concern with each other. They had no idea what they were in for.

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Your team was dominating the tournament, The Iron Dragons had remained in 1st place through out the next few days. Luckily, you didn't match up with Miyagi-Do.

Until now.

It was the tag-team event, if they lost they would go against Cobra Kai who lost their 1st round.

"How are you feeling?" Axel questions you as the two of you warmed up together.

"Like I'm ready to kick ass," you respond confidently.

"That's my girl," he grins walking up to you. As the two of you share a sweet kiss, you suddenly hear someone coughing behind you.

Your dad stood behind you, a stern look on his face.

"Is this the Axel, you've been talking about?" Your dad approaches you slowly.

"In the flesh," you grin looking up at your tall beau. Axel stood wearily, unsure how to feel about meeting your dad.

He knew the issues you had developed from lack of attention from your dad, it made him just a little bitter inside because you were sweet like candy and tough as nails when it came to fighting, you should be the center of his universe.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Daniel LaRusso," your dad extends his hand for Axel. Your boyfriend takes his hand, shaking it firmly.

"Axel," he says shortly nodding his head. "Good to meet you."

"Thank you for taking care of my girl here," your dad runs a hand over the back of your head, smiling down at you.

"It is an honor," Axel states making you blush. "But if I am being honest, she takes care of me."

Before you, Axel didn't see a day of relaxation or know what the taste of your favorite ice cream was. He trained, went to school, slept, repeat.

You taught him the balance of life and karate. He had never known what it was to have fun and enjoy the small things in life before you came along.

He was forever grateful you were sent to him.

"Well, I just thought I'd come over here to meet your guy, and to wish you luck," your dad said turning to you.

"And to you," you wish him as well.

"Don't hold back on us out there," your dad jokes.

"We won't," you promise, a smile decorated on your face.

Your dad sends you the bow of respect to which you and Axel both reciprocate.

"Still feeling good?" Axel turns to you as you watch your dad walk over to your sister. They both glance your way making you grumble.

"Oh yeah," you nod feeling that fire light beneath your feet. "I'm ready."

Both teams lined up in the taped circle, the ref standing outside of it to watch for points.

Axel was first to stand in the ring, Hawk going up against him first. Hawk attacked first, Axel easily blocking his kicks and landing a point when he struck him behind his head.

"Shit," you hear Johnny mutter.

As you discussed, Axel tagged Zara in, leaving you last as the element of surprise.

Demetri was tagged next, making you scoff. Zara ate kids like him for lunch. She does it swiftly, and quickly, Demetri is taken by surprise by her aggressive approach, unable to block her punch to his chest.

As the skinny lanky boy tagged your sister in, Zara walked over to you slapping your hand.

"It's your time now," she says looking directly at you before stepping in your place next to Axel.

You're nervous, swallowing the lump in the back of your throat. You hadn't sparred with Sam in over seven years, much less fought.

"Aggressive, LaRusso!" Johnny yells, making your eyes narrow.

You could be aggressive too.

Sam comes at you, thinking you'd defend the way you were taught, but you block her kick with both arms and push back, making her stumble on to the ground.

She stares up at you wide eyed, and stands up before you can move towards her. This time you came at her. She blocked off your two kicks, but while her arms were up you took the opportunity to fall on one knee and kick her side earning your team the last and final point.

"Point! The Iron Dragons win 3 to 0!"

Your dojo surrounds you patting your back and chanting excitedly, Axel lifting you off the ground to twirl you around in his arms. Laughing, he sets you back down, a giant smile on your face at your victory.

"Congratulations," your dad's voice pops up from behind you.

You turn to face him, Sam standing by his side a look of uneasiness on her.

"Thanks," you respond unsure if you were allowed to spread your happiness about the face that you had won.

"You did great out there," Sam acknowledges, genuinely speaking. "You're gonna win this tournament."

"Think so?" You ask hope lingering in your voice.

"I know so," she confirms giving you a small smile. The both of you fall into step, wrapping each other up in a hug.

Regardless of how this ended, you knew Sam would always be in your corner.

Your sister walks away, leaving you and your dad alone.

"You've grown into such an amazing fighter, (Y/n)," your dad breathes out. "I can't even comprehend what I've seen from you these last few days. Mr. Miyagi would be proud."

Your mouth fell open at his words. To bring up his mentor and say that even his idol would approve of you? It hit home.

"Thank you, dad," you whimper, tears gathering in your eyes. "That means a lot."

"I was worried about you moving away from us, but I see how happy you are here, with them," your dad motions to the people behind you. "They really look out for you."

Twisting your head, you see Axel and Zara looking over at you making your smile fondly at your friend and boyfriend.

"Just don't forget about your other family, me, mom, Sam, and Anthony," your old sensei reminds you. "We'll be there when you're ready to come back to us."

You nod understanding that even though you may have felt left out for so long, you were still his daughter. He still worried about his 2nd born, that went across the world from him and thinks about you and your well being everyday.

You had the text and voicemails to prove it.

"I know, dad," you respond softly. He pulls you in his arms, hugging you tightly like the night before you left on the airplane that took you to Hong Kong.

"And this Axel kid better treat you right, or else," your dad warns you.

You laugh pulling away from him.

"He's a perfect gentlemen," you attempt to comfort your parent. "He also knows I can kick his ass if he isn't."

"That's definetly true," your dad chuckles.

After you and your dad say your goodbyes for the day, you head over to your boyfriend.

"Everything go okay?" Axel asks concerned they may have been upset of their loss.

"Better than okay," you assure your co-captain. He lets out a sigh of relief at your relaxed demeanor, letting him know you were fine.

You reached for his hands, intertwining your fingers together.

"Thank you for looking out for me," you say staring up at the blue eye boy adoringly. Axel can't help but step forward coming chest to chest with you.

"I will always do my best to look out for you," he states before leaning down to capture your lips with his.

Your heart melts in you chest at his words, the love continuing to grown for the man that held you high on his list of priorities.

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(a/n: i hope this was okay, and that there was was enough axel x reader idk i don't feel this was my best. i have more request im working on, so more coming! i think i really wanted to dive deep into the reader!larusso part so i took my time in that department.)

(ps. sam better not get any hate on this post, she is my favorite character in the series, don't pmo.)

[arc-misadventures]

The Beasts Consort

Jaune slowly shut the door behind him, taking in the features of his new dorm room. It was nice; there was a closet, a nice desk to do his studies, a window with a hell of a view, a bathroom, and a nice big double sized bed. How nice!

Thought, Jaune as he fell back onto the bed, his hands cupping his face as he groaned in exasperation.

Jaune: That was horrible!

: Well, I think that went pretty well~!

Jaune: Pretty well? Pretty well?!

Jaune opened his hands as he shouted seeing, Salem's elegant, angelic face mere inches from his face. Normally someone would be surprised that someone face suddenly appeared so close to theirs, but Jaune had grown accustomed to, Salem doing this to him so she didn't scare him.

That often that is...

Jaune: I was so nervous about showing you to everyone, and I thought: 'Sure she's deity, but it won't be that bad. I bet everyone has really strong, Spiritual Beasts. It won't matter at all, people won't bat an eye at all when they see her.

Jaune: But, then you showed yourself, and everyone started losing their freaking minds?!

Salem: Well that's not my fault...

Salem moved away from, Jaune as floated she in the air, adopting a posture that looked as if she was posing for a portrait on a fainting couch.

Salem: Those fools thought they were all on top of the mountain, that they were among pinnacle, the cream of the wheat when it comes to being, Spiritual Beast Masters. All because they thought they had some of the strongest, and most powerful, Spiritual Beasts one can master. But, in reality...

Salem turned to stare at her lover with a wide toothy smile showing off her fanged teeth as she game him a most sinister smile.

Salem: They've barely reached the peak of the hill~!

Jaune: Hey! Salem, what did I say about you doing your sinister smile, thingy?

Salem: To not do it...

Jaune: Yes. Because it ruins your beautiful face!

Salem: Ohhh~!

Salem hovered over to, Jaune an cupped her lovers cheeks and squished them together.

Salem: Oh, aren't you such a charmer! I'm so glad you summoned me.

Jaune: Well I'm glad you chose me.

Jaune cupped, Salem's cheek in his hand, she gently rubbed her cheeks with his thumb, this action of affection caused her to melt into his embrace. Jaune held her like this for a moment before he stood up, and made his way to the door.

Jaune: Okay... I'm hungry, let's go grab something to eat.

Salem: You know I don't need to eat.

Jaune: Then why do you keep stealing my food?

Salem: Because it's fun~!

Jaune groaned in despair as he moved towards the cafeteria. Salem floating through the air behind him. Jaune saw people move out of his way, staring at him, and whispering to him as he walked by them, Jaune's head fell as another groan of complete despair left his lips.

Jaune: Great... I'm the talk of the town now...

Salem: What's wrong with that, didn't you always want to be popular?

Jaune: Yes, but I'm not the reason I'm 'popular,' you are.

Salem: Well that's not fair, I am a Goddess after all. I've been 'popular' for eons!

Jaune: Yes, but since when have you actually been partnered with a, Spiritual Master?

Salem: Uhh...?

Salem crossed her legs with her head in her head deep in concertation. Jaune watched her slowly spin, and float in the air, deeply lost in thought.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I was just saying that as an example, have you ever formed a contract with a, Spiritual Master before?!

Salem: Nope!

Salem cocked her head to the side, and stuck out her tongue as she tapped her head., Jaune dropped his face in his hands as he groaned in exasperation again.

Jaune: Don't you act cute with me! The fact I have a contract with a, Spiritual Deity, Is one thing all on it's own! But, everyone will also think I'm crazy, because it appears that I'm not talking to anyone!

Jaune shouted this for all to hear, before his head sharply turned to a couple of students who were watching him. And, he pointed in the air at, Salem.

Jaune: I'm talking to my, Spiritual Beast, she's right there!

Jaune looked over to his side, and notice something important: Salem wasn't there anymore.

Jaune: Oi?! Where did you go?

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Jaune then grabbed a hearty meal full of chicken nuggets, mixed vegetables, and some fries. He took a seat at one of the empty tables, looking around to see everyone staring at him.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: (Sigh)

Jaune: If it wasn't for the law about, Spiritual Masters needing to be trained, I would have stayed home...

Jaune dejectedly picked a chicken nugget, and dipped it in some honey mustard sauce.

Jaune: There goes my chance to make friends I guess...

: Hi!

Jaune was about to place his food into his mouth, but stopped when he saw a girl with black hair with red fringes wave at him.

Jaune: Uhh... Hi. Uhh... Ruby...? Ruby Rose right?

Ruby: Yep! That's me! And, You're, Jaune Arc!

Jaune: Yeah, that's me. Can I help you?

Ruby: I just wanted to talk with you; mind if I join you?

Jaune: Uhh... sure?

Ruby: Thank you!

Jaune gestured to the open seat in front of him, as, Ruby happily took the open seat in front of him.

Ruby: So tell me, what kind of, Spiritual Powers do you have?

Jaune: W-What?

Ruby: I have a, Shadow Wolf, as my, Spiritual Beast, because of that I can use, Shadow, and Wind powers. Considering you have the, Oni Queen, you must have a wide array of powers from her! So what do you have?

Jaune: Oh... well... I have an odd assortment of, Spiritual Powers from, Salem. I have superhuman strength, flight, elemental control, and regeneration. Salem has a few more powers that I can't us, but that's basically it.

Ruby: Whoa! That's amazing! Mine sound lame compared to yours... You can use all of my powers, and some...

Jaune: Yeah, but you still have powers I don't have; Having a, Shadow Wolf as your, Spiritual Beast means you will have a high sense of smell, and be able to run at really fast speeds. Also it shouldn't be hard for your to learn invisibility magic either.

Ruby: Oh. I never knew I could do that... Wait, how did you know I could do that?

Jaune pointed to his side with a chicken nugget in his fingers.

Jaune: Lord of Beasts. She knows basically everything there is about any, Spiritual Beast there is.

Jaune was about to eat the chicken nugget in his hand until he realized there was no nugget in his fingers, he looked to his side, and shouted.

Jaune: Hey?!

Ruby was about to ask, Jaune another question when another person came up on his left.

: Hello, Mr. Arc.

Jaune: Hmm? Oh, you're, Weiss Schnee! I love your music; Mirror Mirror is my favourite.

Weiss: Oh... T-Thank you...

Weiss hadn't expected someone to notice her, and complement her because of her music. It took her a moment to remove the blush spreading across her face.

Weiss: Ahem! I was wondering if I could have a few words with you about your, Spiritual Beast; Salem the Oni Queen.

Jaune: Sure, take a seat.

Weiss: Thank you! I wondering if...? Bleh!?

Weiss had taken the seat on, Jaune's left, but as soon as she sat down next to him, and put her tray of food on the table. She suddenly felt an invisible force on her face, pushing her away from, Jaune. Making a two foot gap between them.

Weiss, soon felt the pressure on her face fade away, and then she felt something tap her head. She, and Ruby started looking around, utterly perplexed as to what had just happened.

Weiss: W-What? What just happened?

Jaune: Oh, sorry about that... Yeah, Salem doesn't like it when woman, outside my family, sit next to me.

Weiss: So she pushed me away...?!

Jaune: Yeah. If you were rather... aggressive she would have just shoved you out of the seat.

Ruby: She's done that to people before?

Jaune: Oh yeah. She's sent people flying before. So. sorry about that, Weiss.

Jaune turned to face, Weiss to apologize to her, but, Weiss was touching her face in stunned amazement as if she had just achieved enlightenment.

Jaune: Uhh... Weiss?

Weiss: She touched my face...? A, Spiritual Deity touched my face! And, she tapped me on my head...? EEEEE! This is the best day ever!

Weiss squealed in glee as her body shook in absolute delight. Jaune, and Ruby could only stare on in disbelief as, Weiss seemingly lost it.

Ruby: Has this happened before...?

Jaune: Most people don't even know I have a, Spiritual Beast, let alone the fact of who she is. So, no... this has not happened before.

Weiss: This is a glorious day, for I have been blessed by the, Gods~!

As soon as those words left, Weiss's lips a look of terror wrought it's way across, Jaune's face.

Jaune: Oh shit! She's a, Spiritualist!

Ruby: A, Spiritualist; What is that?

Jaune: A religious group that worship, Spiritual Beast. In particular, Spiritual Deities, such as, Salem. They can either be pretty tame in their devotion, or rather zealous. They can be rather... troublesome at times.

Ruby: People worship, Salem?!

Jaune: She is a god, so...?

Ruby: It must be cool having people worship you as a god!

Jaune: Uhhh...?

Jaune gave a worried look to his right, seeing, Salem trying to make as much distance between herself, and Weiss, while still staying close to, Jaune as psychically possible.

Jaune: Depends on the god... Salem doesn't seem to like being worshiped.

Jaune's eyebrow quirked as, Salem said something next to him, something that made his face flush red from embarrassment.

Jaune: That's... You know I didn't mean it like that?!

Ruby: didn't mean it like what?

Jaune: NOTHING!

Jaune shouted at, Ruby, not wanting to reveal his dark secrets. He quickly turned his attention back to, Weiss who was still trapped in a state of nirvana.

Jaune decided to ignore, Weiss, and her whole religious awakening thingy. and, decided to go back to his food. But, just as he was about to take a bit of his meal when he bit on nothing.

Jaune: Hey!? Stop stealing my chicken nuggies woman!

Weiss: How dare you address a god in such a crass manner!

Ruby: She likes chicken nuggies...?

Jaune: Haa... this is going to be a long four years...