#and now imb SCARED

[a-lovely-weirdo123]

SO UHM.

[kitorin]

LOVE ALL PLAY. - ITOSHI RIN

TWO - ANNOYANCE

contents. one kys joke, swearing, nsfw jokes / mention (again, it's just me writing shidou as a typical high school boy), smau component :>

"Two nil."

You remain facing the front, just to avoid getting caught by the teacher for speaking in class again. But regardless your whisper is aggressive, full of energy and Rin doesn't have to see your face to comprehend the smug expression you were most likely donning.

The teacher smiles ever so slightly. "Well done y/n."

Rin glances to the side as the teacher goes back to scrawling on the blackboard, teal attempting to capture what was happening without drawing too much attention.

Oh how he wishes he could wipe that shit eating grin on your face.

He scowls at the sight of you. "The fuck are you on?"

"One from running the other day. The other from just now."

With a scoff, indignation rolls his eyes. "Correction: You did not beat me. You interrupted practice like the little shit you are."

"I won."

Rin hisses, careful not to be louder than the teacher's lecturing. "We weren't competing. And I never will. Quit being delusional."

Now, neither of you are bothering with remaining unnoticed by the teacher. "Why so defensive? You scared?"

"I have no reason to be." He scoffs. "Midget."

"'Course you resort to making fun of my height. That's how you know you're truly losing."

Suddenly, Rin's arm shoots up, to which the teacher addresses instantly. "Yes, Itoshi?"

"Because war literature's purpose is to illuminate the dictatorial essence of warfare, the injurious effects it inflicts on entire communities and the brutal changes it forces upon generations. The author utilises a form differing from the traditional novel, as visual representations can express what words cannot." It takes a lot not to smirk at the impressed gasps buzzing around the classroom, as he controls his voice to sound passionate, but not obsessive; calm but not emotionless. "Adopting a different form of literature simply allows the author to amplify and convey their ideas in a manner they desire."

By now, all eyes were on him. It's oddly exhilarating, he knows very well this moment doesn't compare to the 'point' you scored earlier.

"Very impressive, Itoshi. Please maintain that effort for the rest of the year."

Rin smiles, one that displays appreciation evidently, whilst being polite and not excessive. "Thank you sir."

"What the hell was that? That came out of nowhere, I thought you weren't paying attention as well."

"One point for a sufficient answer. Another for being 'very impressive. And one for every classmate that turned to stare." Satisfaction blossoms inside of him, he'd take a photo of the way shock paralysed your features and capture the moment forever. "First set's mine, and you didn't score shit."

"You don't get to decide that."

Indifference pulls his shoulders into a shrug. "You insisted on earning two points for your delusions. I'm just stating the obvious."

You're sweating, because of summer's insolence but Rin liked entertaining the idea that it was you getting flustered. A hand reaches your face to fan it. "I'm not delusional you're just crazy. Did you even understand what you just said, Mr 'dictatorial essence of warfare'?"

"Yeah." He replies, as if he simply didn't memorise synonymous words with an intelligent complexion. "Did you?"

Rin doesn't miss the exasperated roll of your eyes. "Obviously. You can't hide a simple message behind fancy words. All you had to say was that literature's form changes the manner of how it illustrates a piece's concepts."

"Only an average Joe would be satisfied with an answer like that."

You grumble whilst copying down notes. "And only an idiot would feel the need to hide behind obnoxiously long words."

He imbeds sarcasm into his tone. "I can't believe an honor roll student would say such things to a fellow peer. Anyways, hurry up and admit your loss."

"You know, I hope you trip over and ruin your uniform in the dirt during training today."

"And I hope you melt into a sad puddle, in the same way Hiori's ice block did."

Restraint disappears, as you raise your voice. "You—"

"l/n. I'm about to send you out into the hallway if you don't behave. That applies to anyone else in this class." Rin feigns innocence at the teacher's scolding, maintaining stoic composure. Conversely, you seemed to find it difficult to do so, apologising to the teacher.

Victorious, Rin whispers. "Second set. One nil. My way."

For some reason, you were oddly calm now. "Your fly's undone, by the way."

His eyes widen with alarm, glancing down and realizing too late that you were kidding. By then, his well sustained equanimity had gone out of the window.

"You fucking—"

"Itoshi. Get out of my class."

"Rin Rin, please help meee."

As if automatic, Rin frowns at the nickname and Isagi's pleading, pausing from his drink break. "With what?"

"Literature. I didn't understand a thing you said in class today..."

Neither did he. "Read 'The Book Thief'?"

Isagi pouts. "I did. But I don't see how sir reached his conclusion while analysing it."

Rin doesn't even bother looking at his teammate. "Same." Instead he watches Shidou and Bachira (an irksome pair, Rin thinks) argue with Reo over a goal, as Yukimiya attempts to serve as a mediator.

"Huh?"

"What? It's not that hard to reword the things sir says and what you find on the internet."

The older player narrows his eyes. "You're a liar, then."

"Excuse me?"

"You told y/n you knew what you were talking about. Behind your wordy answers is just a search history filled with synonyms."

Rin scowls. "It's not a lie. I do understand what I'm saying."

"You're prideful in things other than soccer too... I mean I can't say it was unexpected." He places a (sweaty) hand on Rin's shoulder. "It's okay to be bad at something, you don't have to be perfect." Isagi was being genuine, though he was treating Rin like a stubborn five year old.

Yielding it as a weapon, Rin grabs the towel draped around his neck, trying to hit Isagi with it. Instinctively, the victim dodges it, barely in time.

"Fuck off—" Rin yells, recoiling the towel to smack Isagi again. "What are you on this time?"

"It's okay Rin Rin, we support youu." Isagi doesn't even take Rin's anger seriously, effortlessly dodging his towel, agile and quick on his feet. "Self esteem issues are valid no matter what. You and y/n are equals no matter what."

The use of the nickname and the mention of you only fuels his anger, Rin doesn't give up, but neither does Isagi. "Don't compare me to that little shit."

"Should be stop them..?" Reo asks Nagi, who was for once, not hyperfixated on his phone.

"Nah. This is funny." He dries the sweat soaking his fluffy white hair, Rin notices it from the corner of his eye. "Do better, Rin."

"Shut up the fuck up, Nagi." Rin chases Isagi (who seemed to be having a great time), around the side of the field.

"Sounds like a skill issue to me." Nagi yawns. "Cope harder." This time, he yells it out loud. "Reo, how much are you betting for Rin to hit Isagi?"

Gaze averted, Reo doesn't even bother watching their quarrel. "None, because it's not going to last very long." He points in the other direction. "Coach looks pissed."

Rin takes notice of this too, it was beyond too late to pretend nothing happened, as he halts his movements. So does Isagi, bowing to Ego when he approaches the two.

"I leave for five minutes and you idiots are fighting." He runs his fingers through his straight bangs. "You're packing up today. Try something like this again and I'm removing you off the starting team."

Relief washes over him, thanking Ego silently for a second chance. "Yes sir."

Ego dismisses the rest of the team. "Isagi. I was referring to you as well. Go help Itoshi."

"Pardon?"

Their coach glares at him. "Don't try to act innocent. I already know you well enough as the type to be annoying. Anyways, don't forget to lock up. Get home safe too."

With that he leaves, murmuring something about teenagers being irritating, and after the events of today, Rin couldn't agree more.

"This is your fault." Rin says, as he collects the cones.

Isagi doesn't bother teasing him. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Get this done so we can leave quicker.

Though he'd never admit it, Rin agrees in silence, exhausted at the antics he had to tolerate today.

It's late at night when conversation stirs in the group chat, Rin texts with one hand while the other dries his hair.

Hair now dry, Rin flops into his bed, face landing in his pillow. He can't stand practice with Shidou, let alone a full studying session where he's the focus. He hasn't known him for long, yet is already sick of him and his jokes regarding his older brother.

But from a logical standpoint, it was a good idea. He's hopeless on his own, only literature permits utilising the art of bullshit to pass, and he refuses to ask for a proper tutor; they're expensive and Rin doesn't intend on going to tertiary education.

Just do it for soccer, Rin thinks to himself as he drifts off to sleep, drained from today's chaos.

ONE | MASTERLIST | THREE

pairing. itoshi rin x reader

synopsis. all itoshi rin ever wanted was a peaceful high school career, his plans go to ruin thanks to the school's badminton genius; entangling their lives—and emotions together.

contents. rivals to lovers, badminton player!reader, sports romance, fluff, high school au

taglist. @yuzurins, @silly-ez, @chigirizzz, @kaiserkisser, @httpshujii, @saesins, @yoimyas, @saetorinrin, @hxniplayz, @certaindreampost, @rroxii, @jar-03, @celestair, @satoruskitchenrag, @kaitfae, @biaonww, @hellothere9597, @its-ur-pillow, @saesofficialwife, @miyanaranagikenmal-intp — bold means i cannot tag you

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[anditwasallyelo]

Happy new year! Thank you for being a part of my 2023 :]

Your first expressions of me were probably all the same. Or at least similar with each other’s.

Quiet, reserved, barely there.

Now that you had the time to get to know me, though, you all might laugh when people outside of our friend group describe me as such.

But really, I am those things. Well, was.

I think alam niyo na naman na I was bullied LMAO

Grade 5, skin asthma, got called many disgusting names. End of story.

On top of that, hindi pa ako belong sa mga “socially capables” & “conventionally attractives”. And sa Assumpta Academy, if you’re neither of those things, there’s a probability that people WILL look down on you and label you as an outcast.

Assumpta Academy was the place that made me feel the loneliest. Walang kumausap sa’kin, walang nakakita sa’kin. Pero parang nagbago yung mundo ko nung grade 5. For the first time ever, I was visible; because I was bullied. The bullying stretched out until grade 7.

I swore to myself that I won’t ever involve myself with anyone for the reason that I believed the world is filled with nothing but cruel souls. Not only that, I was also so incredibly terrified of people.

My social anxiety was tolerable before, but after the bullying, I became a boat in the middle of a ferocious ocean. It drowned me. Endless nights of crying and wishing I wasn’t so lonely, and I was only 10 years old.

Then, grade 11 came around.

I transferred schools. I got out of the hellhole that is Assumpta Academy.

Sa una, putangina wala talaga akong lakas ng loob makipag-usap sa kahit kanino, but I badly wanted to! I couldn’t keep up with the amount of times I wanted to step out of my shell and talk to someone in that room, but the fear from grade 5 was ever so taunting.

Naalala niyo yung fieldtrip na hindi ako sumama? Nag-one-on-one talk kami ni Ma’am Tatoy, tinanong niya sa’kin kung ano real reason kung bakit ayaw ko sumama. Siguro na-sense niya na naiilang lang ako sumama sa STEM 14.

Ang excuse ko: Ayaw ko pong dumagdag sa gastusin. Pero yung totoo: wala akong kaibigan. Medyo naiiyak na nga ako that time eh HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

BUT THEN! Na-add ako ng nag-iisang Sassy Bondoc sa gc recruiting me to be a member of their group para sa final major project sa basic calculus. Before that, naging trio muna kami nila Joy for frog dissection, which was very fun :]

That’s when it all started.

My letter is unnecessarily long for a simple message of gratitude, but I want you all to know that I can be very reserved, though despite that, I’m willing to strip down my walls to let you all see the real me.

Because with you, I’m not scared to be me.

With you, existing isn’t so scary.

Back then, being visible felt like a suicide attempt.

But with you all, I’m given the courage to let my colors shine.

Putangina rainbow nga eh HAHAHAHAHA

Thank you :]

Thank you for dragging me into your worlds. My world was so quiet and dark before, but you all filled it with sound and color.

Now, I can’t guarantee that I will always be this open and real (except kung lalasingin niyo ako), but I’m willing to try to let you all know that I trust you all. EMPHASIS ON TRY!

And of course, you can also be real and open to me too! If you need anyone to talk to, alam niyo namang hindi ako natutulog, so… don’t ever hesitate :]

The main purpose of this letter is to tell you a story. Nung enrollment for grade 12, tinanong ni lola sa’kin bakit daw hindi na ako magpapasama kay ate mag-enroll, sabi ko, hindi na kailangan kasi kasama ko naman mga kaibigan ko.

Nangiti si lola.

My lola knew about the bullying and the effects it had on me.

I guess my endless nights of silently crying to myself wasn’t as quiet as I thought it was. And she probably already suspected that I wasn’t being accepted by my peers kasi tuwing lunch time, imbes na sa room/with friends ako kumakain, I eat with the mommies and lolas na naghahatid ng lunch boxes ng mga alaga nila. Isa na si lola dun.

She knew I was lonely and she probably knew that my classmates were cruel to me.

Kitang-kita ko yung ligaya sa mga mata niya to discover that I finally found friends. People that I trust, people that I know won’t hurt me.

I knew it in my heart that she was so grateful to the universe for giving me such people.

And so am I.

Salamat!

This letter is incredibly cheesy and might even be a bit corny, pero wala akong pakealam putanginamu I just wanted to be real for once :] Puro nalang kasi ako joke time, so eto, seryows ang bebeloves nyo.

Sassy, to more comfort and love my pretty babe. Joy, to more trips to malolos bayan kasi may pinabili nanay mo. Janella, to more minecraft days and very rare late night talks. And Kylie, to more puntahan sa bahay niyo for group projects and inside jokes.

‘Wag kayo mag-aaway kasi babatukan ko kayo. Pwede magtampuhan pero bawal mag-f.o., okei?

College and the rest of the future is looming over us, and I will do my best to keep you all in my life because having you in it right now is one of the best blessings I’ve been given.

I wish you all good luck sa future natin! I’m sure that no matter what, we’ll get through whatever. And if you need a friend to do so, Ayz is one call away.

Thank you, everyone!

I love you more than you know. And if you ever doubt your existence in this world, know that someone named Ayz is happy that you are alive and breathing.

Continue living, you wonderful souls!

Happy New Year! To the stars above, I wish you’ll stay for every other year that will pass.

[little-blog-of-horrors]

Vincent set the bucked to the side as one of the guards snatched it back up, then barked at them to keep working. "Yea I heard that too. Half my unit thought it was just a story to scare us. Not so sure now." He said starting to chip away at another rock.

When Bucky lost the pick, he watched it imbed in the dirt. Picking it up he handed it back to the American before staring at the stone. "The fuck is this stuff?" He more or less growled to himself before seeing guards walking by he started to at least look like he was working.

The guards worked the bunch of them for hours. Vincent's arms felt like they'd tare off after a while, but when it finally started to get dark, they were hauled off again. They were separated into smaller groups and tossed into large cells for the most part. Except for Vincent and Bucky. The guards separated them and put them into another cell further down the hall.

Once the guard left Vincent just sighed. "Heard them saying to "keep the ranks separated." I guess you and me are the only high ranking officers they brought here."

Closed starter - Prisoners of war

Vincent hadn't been in the camp very long. He and his team had been captured and sent to the prisoner camp with a mass of other people. The Russian soldier glared at the Nazi guards as they shoved him forward. Seeing another soldier being lead in front of him. He recognized the uniform. He was an American, so this camp must have been housing captives from all over.

When he saw the guards punch the American, he walked over. Barking something in Russian at the guard, before offering to help the fellow soldier up.

"Are you alright?" He asked the man in English, though his Russian accent was thick and the word rolled off his tongue.

@cybernetic-asset

[bullshxtvixen]

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Word Count: 5.1k

Song: Put It On Me - Matt Maeson 

Warnings: 18+, Coercion(dubcon themes), size kink, cream pie, virginity kink, corruption kink, rough sex, spitting, spanking, light choking, light assplay(I couldn’t help myself), dom!bokuto(he’s kind of an ass oops).

A/N: So uh, it’s finally here…My first fic in two months and i’m ngl, i’ve been dreading posting for so long, but i tried to give you guys something good for my return, so please let me know what you think and go easy on me, i’m a little rusty sksks. However, this is a gift for @thekraziesreside because she drew me them most amazing Kenma x Me icon and i needed to pay her back somehow!!

Shoutout to my amazing friends @deathcab4daddy​, @dymphnasprose​ and @spicykzumeknma​, who i’m sure are sick of beta reading this by now and having me freaking out about posting it. Thank you for all your grammar corrections that I will probably never learn from, I love you all

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“I-I’m a virgin.”

The words slip from your tongue before you can stop them.

The large hands that had been tracing the contours of your body stilled. You had to stop yourself from flinching when his intense golden stare shot to your face.

“What…” He let the word trail off, a well-practised mask of surprise coming into place on his features.

It was second nature to him now, letting his face morph into whatever expression he needed it to at a moments notice. No one ever suspected the friendly Ace of being anything other than a good guy, and really, he wasn’t a bad guy. No, he just relished in taking the innocence of unsuspecting women who easily fell into his trap.

Like you.

“I’m a virgin, Kou.” Even though you were straddling him, you still had to look up to meet his eyes. 

With the tips of your ears burning, you moved to get off of his lap as if you could escape from your embarrassing confession. You couldn’t believe you’d openly admitted you were an inexperienced virgin to the guy you’d only just met a week ago.  A mutual friend had introduced the two of you, and you’d quickly fallen for his ‘nice guy’ act.

You hadn’t even put a foot on the floor before you were pulled back and thrown into the pillows. The weight of Bokuto’s body was quick to settle on top of you, pressing you down into the plush mattress. 

“What are y-” before you could finish your sentence, your wrists were pinned above your head, rendering your arms useless in his firm grip. The muscles in your abdomen tightened at his rough treatment, and you couldn’t stop the small gasp that fell from your lip. Turning your head to the side, you tried in vain to hide your flustered expression.

Bokuto felt his cock twitch in the grey sweats that hung low on his hips.

The innocent ones were always the most responsive. He fought off a grin as the thought crossed his mind.

“Did you really think I was going to let you get away after telling me something like that?” He growled, warm breath ghosting over your face and across your neck. He watched with a glint in his eyes as you shivered under him. 

Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

“Do you know what that means, little bird?”

Your heart raced at the nickname.

Could he make you sing for him?

Certain he could hear your heartbeat fluttering like a hummingbird's wings in your chest, you silently prayed for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. The mortification you felt was palpable in the space between you.

Bokuto thought it was cute how bashful you were, so unsure and unwilling to show him your real feelings, even though your body told him everything he needed to know. Still, he’d have you voicing your innermost desires sooner or later- it was only a matter of time.

“Well?” He pressed, not allowing you to dwell on your thoughts any longer. He didn’t want to have to put in too much effort to break you.

Your voice was small and unsure when you answered him, eyes looking anywhere but his direction, “No.” 

He was so close, closer than any man had ever been before. The proximity made it hard to think straight as the warmth of his body seeped into your bones, and his masculine scent invaded your senses. 

It was almost stifling.

His tongue darted out, licking a wet strip up the side of your exposed neck before pressing a soft kiss just below your ear. He felt you shiver beneath him before pulling back and watching a deep blush journey down to your chest. It was so pure...He couldn’t wait to be the one to defile your virtue.

Gently grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger, he turned your face until you had no option but to meet his simmering gaze. 

Begrudgingly, you looked up at the man looming over you and found he was already observing your flustered expression. He stared so openly and without shame that you began to squirm under him.

Bokuto saw your blush deepen further and wondered what you’d look like when he eased his cock inside your virgin hole.

Would your eyes roll into the back of your head? Would your nails imbed themselves in his back? Or maybe you’d simply cry out in pain and pleasure as he ripped through your innocence?

All kinds of scenarios whirled around in his brain, sending his mind into overdrive. 

Unconsciously, he ground the head of his cock against your clothed slit and was rewarded when he heard your sharp intake of breath. 

Heat pooled in his groin. 

It was such a pretty sound. He wanted more, and he didn’t need to feel the slick collecting in the crotch of your underwear to know your feelings mirrored his.

His smile was predatory as he answered.

“It means that I’ll be the first person to fill your tight little pussy up with cum. I’ll stretch your walls around my cock and pump you so full that it’ll be dripping out of you for days.” 

The lewd words fell from his mouth with ease, and you found yourself shifting as your body all of a sudden became too warm as if the temperature in the room had spiked, but you knew it was his words alone that had caused your reaction.

You hated how easily he affected you.

“I bet you want me to corrupt your sweet little body, don’t you?” He already knew the answer.

Your body responded of its own accord, turning into putty beneath him. Your hips rolled against his as your back arched off the bed at the feeling of his cock nudging against your clit. The knot in your stomach tightened. 

The grip on your wrists tightened. Bokuto took a few steadying breaths, struggling to hold himself back. You seemed so tiny and fragile as you lay beneath his brawny form, and he was scared he would break you if he gave in to his own desires too soon.

Maybe that’s what you wanted. The sadistic voice in the back of his mind purred. 

“I- I don’t know.” Your voice wavered as you answered him honestly. Doubt had begun to gnaw at your gut. Waiting didn’t seem like the worst idea- there was no rush, after all.

He closed his eyes for a split second to hide the annoyance that no doubt flickered through them. When he reopened them, he became the personification of a bird of prey, and you were his next meal.

Your mouth became dry as you lied entrapped by his stare.

“Come on, I can make you feel good.” As if he was digging his talons in to prevent your escape, he rolled his hips against yours once more, making sure that his cock rubbed firmly over your swelling clit. The side of his mouth quirked up when a tentative moan left your parted lips. 

“That’s it, you like that, don’t you? You want me to make you feel good, don’t you, little bird?” another roll of his hips, and he watched the doubt dissolve away for now.

“Koutarou...please.” Your voice was small, uncertain as you begged. 

You didn’t know what you were begging for, you just knew he could give it to you, whatever it was.

Golden eyes flashed at the way your voice was saturated with need. For a moment he thought that maybe you weren’t a virgin, but instead, a succubus, come to steal his soul. 

He would let you.

The weight of his body left yours, and in seconds, you were stripped of all of your clothing, which was thrown haphazardly around the room. His soon followed.

Eager eyes drank in the sight of your naked body before him. Your skin was so beautiful and unmarred by another person, so enticing and begging for his touch. Soon you would be littered in his marks as he lay claim to your body, inside and out.

Growing self-conscious under his prolonged stare, you tried in vain to cover your most intimate parts.

“There’s no use trying to hide from me. I’m going to become well-acquainted with your body by the time I’m done with you.”

A gasp escaped your lips when his fingers reached down and ghosted over your folds. A groan left him when he felt just how wet you were.

“Well, looks like someone’s already dripping at the thought of being ruined by my cock- isn’t that cute?” Though his tone was mocking, his words still sent excitement trickling down your spine.

Spreading your lips, he circled a thick finger around your twitching entrance, smiling devilishly when you whined for him. Through heavy-lidded eyes, he witnessed your jaw go slack as he eased the first finger past the slick opening, surprised when he was met with little resistance. 

Soon he was able to work himself knuckle-deep, and your walls fluttered around him in welcome.

Such a slutty pussy for someone so untouched. 

“You’re so tight, baby. Your pussy’s sucking my finger in so nicely; I bet you’re going to feel amazing when I stuff my cock inside.”

You groaned as his fingers started to move within your previously untainted walls. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling like you’d feared it would be- it was almost like a welcoming pressure had settled deep within you. 

“Kou… more.” 

A chuckle met your ears in line with his warm lips brushing against your pubic bone, “Your wish is my command.”

When the second finger was added, the discomfort became evident on your face. He didn’t pause his movements; instead, their pace increased as pain and pleasure fought for dominance at the apex of your thighs.

“That’s it, you can do it. The pain will stop soon,” At that moment he chose to curl his fingers and press them against the spongy spot deep within your sopping cunt. The pain dulled and was overshadowed by pleasure as he played with your body as if it were an instrument he was fine-tuning. 

“Ah- fuck, I-” Your breathing accelerated as the pressure in the pit of your stomach began to increase . Your hips started to buck up off the bed when his thumb joined his ministrations and began working tight circles against your clit. Sparks of excitement like nothing you’d felt before shot through your veins. Stringing thoughts together became almost impossible.

If this was what his fingers could do, you weren’t sure you’d be able to remain sane once his cock entered you.

“There it is,” he cooed, fingertips rubbing against the same spot, this time with a little more vigour, “God, you look so beautiful with my fingers inside you, you’re drenching them, baby.”

A thick fog came over your mind as they stroked and stretched your walls, creating a pressure in your abdomen that threatened to overflow at any second. It almost scared you, and yet, you couldn’t prevent your hips from desperately grinding down against his hand.

“More,” you cried, your breaths beginning to come out in pants.

The wet squelching sounds of your pussy filled the room as his hand became a blur between your thighs. The sound only added to your arousal.

When your legs began to quake, he lowered his head and added his mouth to the mix, suckling skillfully at your puffy clit. His lips were cool as they attached themselves to your heated skin, the difference in temperature causing a prolonged whine to leave you.

His tongue swirled around the sensitive nub, his fingers working your insides, coiling, stroking and stretching until the pressure that had been steadily rising in your stomach finally exploded within your body. It erupted from your core, spreading through you like wildfire.

Your hands found hair, pulling and twisting the soft locks as you came hard around his fingers. He moaned at the flash of pain in his scalp- causing his own desire to heighten. Your walls pulsed as he continued to curl his fingers against your g-spot. 

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, Kou, fuck, oh god, oh god!” Your cries of delight were music to Bokuto’s ears. It excited him so much that he couldn’t help but gently rut his hips into the mattress. His cock was painfully hard now, and precum leaked freely from his swelling tip. He needed to be inside you soon or he’d lose his mind.

Pulling his fingers from your pussy, you watched through half-lidded eyes as he brought them to his mouth and began to eagerly lap at them. 

“Koutarou…That was....” Your brain was still riding its high, unable to give you an end to your sentence.

He pulled his hand from his mouth, “I told you I’d make you feel good. Now, before I fuck your brains out, why don’t you see how good you taste?”

The musky smell of your arousal filled your nostrils as he brought his fingers to your lips.

“Open.” It wasn’t a request.

At your hesitance, he quirked a brow, “I promise you taste amazing. Now, open.”

You obeyed, still riding the endorphin high he’d pulled from your body. Because of this, you didn’t even notice that he’d reached over and pressed record on his phone that was propped up on the nightstand. He’d made sure to angle it so the camera pointed directly at your face.

He found people were much more...compliant... if he had video footage he could use against them in the event that they changed their minds.

With a grin, he placed the two fingers he’d had knuckle deep in your cunt against your tongue.

The tart taste of your release was quick to spread over your tastebuds. His eyes darkened when you began to swirl your tongue around his fingers, lightly sucking on them until they were completely clean of your arousal. 

It was so erotic that you found it hard to maintain eye contact. 

He released a shaky breath before pulling his fingers from your mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’.

“You’re a little minx, you know that?” He teased, allowing one of his hands to come to rest next to your head while the other reached between your bodies. Taking his length in his hand, he watched a mix of anticipation and fear come over your features when you looked down.

Your audible gulp was heard in the silence that followed.

You weren’t sure what you’d expected, but this was beyond anything your mind had come up with. Even though you’d never had sex before, you knew he was big. His cock was thick and heavy where it hung between his legs. Veins ran along the sides of his shaft, the largest one snaking directly down the centre before splitting in two near the swollen head. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like having something so big inside your body.

“I don’t think I can do this.” Your voice wavered, doe-eyes shining with fear as they met his.

He acknowledged your fear with a condescending sneer, “Oh, little bird, you really think you have a choice?” he nodded towards the nightstand.

The blood in your veins turned icy, and your body began to tremble as you lay eyes on the phone, screen open and recording.

Breathing became difficult as panic rose in your chest. You’d been so naive. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“It’s been recording for the last couple of minutes. Now,” his rough fingers came to rest against the sides of your throat, squeezing lightly as he brought his face just inches from yours, “you can either behave, and this will feel amazing for both of us, or you can be a brat, and the only person this is going to be fun for is me. Not to mention, I’ll send the video around to every person you know, including your boss.” 

At the mention of your boss, your whole body deflated. He had you right where he wanted you. While the thought of your friends and family seeing the video was mortifying, you couldn’t risk losing your job. Your virginity was a small price to pay to make sure the video stayed hidden.

Anger bloomed in your chest as you leered up at the spiky-haired man, but you had no fight in you. It was useless to even try.

“If I do this, you’ll make it go away?” You tried to make your voice sound confident, but it cracked at the end.

He couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto his face when he realised you were giving in, “Of course- no one else will ever see it.”

He watched the internal battle going on behind your mind before your eyes hardened.

“Fine, so be it. I’ll play your sick game.” You spat, what else did you have to lose?

Bokuto’s eyes widened when you reached down and removed his hand from his length before replacing it with your own. It was softer than you’d imagined, yet firm at the same time. Like steel encased in velvet. 

“You like the feeling of my cock, baby? It’ll feel even better when I'm balls deep inside you. You’ll be my little slut and take it all like a good girl, won’t you?”

The man above you let out a rumbling moan from deep within his chest when your fingers flexed around him, head falling against your chest. Your wavering hands felt so small as they struggled to circle his impressive girth. It again reminded him of the size difference between the two of you.

Your eyes darted between him and the phone. He took the hint and reached over, turning the phone off and laying it flat against the nightstand.

He turned back to you with a smug smirk. 

You wanted to slap the look right off his face, but violence would probably result in the video being circulated faster.

Resigning yourself to your fate, you dipped the head of the thick muscle between your folds. Your slick coated it instantly. Lining him up with your entrance, you waited for him to meet your gaze. When he did, he saw the hatred burning in them. It made his cock throb in your palm.

When he pressed his hips forward, all at once, the air left your body as heat flooded your core.

Bokuto studied your face intently, drinking in the way your pupils dilated and your mouth dropped open into a silent moan. If he could burn one image into his mind, it was your face at that moment as he stole the last remnants of your innocence from you.

“Hng-fuck...it feels...s-so-” Your hands blindly grasped at his broad shoulders, seeking some kind of anchor as the burning feeling of his cock threatening to split you open sent your mind into a frenzy.

“So what, baby?” He cooed, body tense above you. “How does it feel? Come on, little bird, use your words.”

Nails dug into his shoulder blades as he worked himself into you. Hissing out a breath, he savoured the way your lower muscles clenched around his girth before relaxing, only to repeat the motion moments later, pulling him deeper into your heated sheath.

“So full. So so full, so fucking good.” You whimpered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. It was a fullness, unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Every nerve in your body had come to life, and a familiar heat began to pool in your lower body once again. Bokuto’s control began to slip, and he soon realised he was trembling above you in an effort to hold back. Heat was surging through his own body, clouding his mind and bringing him closer to his climax. If he didn’t move soon...

“Ah, fuck, I need…” He couldn’t finish the rest of his sentence, his mind was lost to the beast you’d unleashed inside of him. With a harsh snap of his hips, he sheathed the rest of his cock inside your wet heat.

A scream ripped from your throat as your poor cunt was suddenly filled to the brim with the Ace’s cock. His hips lay flush against yours as he bottomed out inside you, the plush head of his length kissing your cervix. He stretched your body in such a sinful way that for a second, you forgot how to breathe. 

Even though you never wanted anything to do with him and the thought of him being inside you made you feel sick, you couldn’t stop your body’s natural reaction to him.

On instinct, your legs wrapped around his hips, heels pressing against his ass. You didn’t know where your confidence had come from, and in your lust-driven craze, you didn’t care. In fact, it was almost as if a switch had been flicked in your mind. All you knew was that you craved him.

“Shit, you’re choking my cock with that sweet little pussy. Fuck.”

“Koutarou...move. Please.” You panted, cutting him off, “I need you to move, now.”

The heels of your feet dug into his ass while you simultaneously rolled your hips into his. The movement sent flares of desire straight to your core.

Bokuto didn’t need to be told twice.

The first few of his thrusts were short and practised as if he was testing whether or not your body could handle him. When he was met with mewls and whimpers, he couldn’t stop himself from picking up his pace and slamming mercilessly into your greedy pussy. 

The pressure you’d experienced before started to build once again, only this time it felt more intense, almost out of control as you writhed beneath him.

There were many ways you’d imagined losing your virginity; slow, soft, romantic sex with someone you’d known for years; gentle caresses and stolen kisses beneath a slither of moonlight as your lover whispered loving words into your ear.

This was nothing like that. 

Bokuto’s thrusts were bruising, unforgiving, and the power behind each one jolted your entire body. He was animalistic as he fucked into you.

This wasn’t love-making. This was rough, hard fucking, and you found yourself growing intoxicated as you were forced to drink in every sensation he was pulling from you. 

He’d been wrong before, you weren’t like the other girls at all. They’d all cried and begged for him to go easy. But you, you thrived on him using your body, even savoured the feeling of being fucked like a whore.

The realisation made his head spin. If you liked being fucked like a whore, he was happy to oblige.

A strangled cry echoed through the room when his teeth latched onto the sensitive skin of your nipple. His hot tongue swirled around the pebbled nub, sending bolts of desire splintering through you as the pressure inside you bubbled up and threatened to explode at any moment.

His mouth left you all too soon.

“Such a good girl. You’re taking my cock so well. Who knew a virgin could be such a dirty little slut? I bet you’re loving this, being used like a cocksleeve.” The words left his mouth in a rush as if he’d forget them if he didn’t get them out fast enough. 

Leaning back, he hooked his arms beneath your knees, still continuing his assault on your cunt. He couldn’t help but reach around and press a hand on your stomach. Desire stirred in his groin when he felt himself moving beneath his palm. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot. I’m practically in your stomach…” His words died off when he felt your walls begin to spasm.

“Kou, I’m- fuck- I’m going to cum.”

No, he wouldn’t let you cum just yet, it was too soon. He knew if he drew it out much longer, you’d be too sore for another round, but he wanted- no, he needed- to test just how far he could corrupt you.

Without thinking, he leant over your body and allowed a string of his saliva to slowly drip from his mouth. It gave you enough time to move if it was too much for you.

You didn’t move. No, instead you eagerly stuck your tongue out and waited for his spit to drip onto it, like a puppy begging for a treat.

When you swallowed it with a smirk on your face, he finally lost all semblance of control.

You weren’t entirely sure what happened next, but next thing you knew, you were stomach-down on the bed.

“Wha-”

The sound of impact as Bokuto’s hand met the supple flesh of your ass rang in your ears. You barely had time to register the searing heat blooming across your rear before he brought his hand down again on the opposite side.

“Get that fucking ass in the air.” 

Bringing your knees under you and sticking your ass out as much as you could, you waited for his next move as your orgasm began to dwindle.

Bokuto bit his lip as he watched you present yourself to him, puffy lips glistening in the dim light.

Gripping your hip with one hand, he used the other to give your ass a few slaps with his length before realigning himself with your entrance. You were so wet and stretched so well that with a harsh snap of his hips, his entire length was buried deep in you with no resistance.

“Fuck!” Your voice was hoarse as you cried out from being stuffed with his cock again.

The angle this new position set had his cock dragging along your walls, caressing them as he fucked into your heat. The new pace he set was brutal as he chased his own high.

Skin against skin became the only sound in the room as his weighty balls slapped against your clit- each time the coil in your stomach tightened.

Your body stiffened when you heard him spit, followed by the feel of moisture coming into contact at the top of your ass.

He’d been lost in his mind as he watched your puffy slit suck in his length, and when his eyes travelled up to the puckered hole just above, he couldn’t help himself.

“Don’t worry,” He spread the spit around your pucker with his thumb before gently applying pressure, “I’ll ruin this hole next time, little bird. But first, I want you to get an idea of just how good I can be to you.”

When his thumb slipped past the tight ring of muscle, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

A sense of euphoria settled deep within you as you lay there and let the Ace pound into you with reckless abandon.

Bokuto became drunk on the cries he was sure you didn’t even realise were falling from your mouth as drool pooled beneath your cheek and turned the bedsheets a darker shade.

It wouldn’t be long now. He could feel his balls tightening as heat spread through his body. Not to mention, your legs had started to quiver with the first signs of your release.

“You ready to come for me again, baby?” His hips never faltered from the harsh pace he’d set.

“I can’t...too much...fuck.”

He found it almost endearing that you thought you had a choice. 

“Wrong answer.”

You didn’t think it was possible for him to fuck you any harder, but a last burst of energy had him pistoning his hips into you with such force that you had to reach above your head and press a shakey hand against the headboard to stop your body from jolting forward.

Your body couldn’t take much more stimulation and seconds later you cried out your release into the mattress.

Your first orgasm was nothing compared to the pure ecstasy you felt in those following moments as you came hard around the thick muscle still pumping into your aching walls.

Stars flashed across your vision as your toes curled, and your hands blindly clawed at the mattress. It was as if you’d been washed out to sea in an ocean of bliss, and you had no choice but to ride the waves crashing through you.

Bokuto’s thrust became sporadic until finally, his body went taut behind you, balls tightening as he emptied his seed into your spasming walls. 

His cum was warm as it splashed against your cervix, staining every inch of your insides with the thick fluid.

White noise rang in your ears as your body rode out its chemical high.

Bokuto pulled his thumb and cock from your holes once his balls were empty. Once removed, your body collapsed to the side, exhausted.

Bokuto’s own energy was about to run out, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your twitching cunt. His cum had started to dribble out from between your swollen lips in a steady stream of white.

Instinct had him reaching out and pressing as much of it back into your body as he could. He ignored the weak cries that the action coaxed from your mouth as his fingers brushed against tender flesh.

He’d fucked you raw. 

You’d be sore for days after this. Hell, a dull ache had settled in his own muscles.

With a groan, he used the last of his energy to scoop your thoroughly fucked body off the bed and carry you the short distance to the bathroom. Placing you gingerly down into the toilet seat, he only let go when he was sure you weren’t going to fall face-first onto the cold tile floor.

Grabbing a small cloth, he made quick work of rubbing the musky smell of sex from your body before jumping into the shower and ridding himself of the thin layer of sweat sticking to him. The warm water felt amazing against his skin, and suddenly, tiredness came over him. All of his limbs felt heavy as if weights had been attached to them. He’d definitely been rougher than he meant to- fucking never usually took this much out of him.

You’d been so lost in your after-sex daze that he almost jumped out of his skin when you finally spoke.

“So...When can we go again?” Your voice was far more lucid than he’d expected. It seemed in your daze you’d forgotten your hatred towards him. He knew some gentle persuasion was all it would take to unlock your inner animal.

Raising a brow, he turned to see a sly smile creep onto your face as you sat naked on his toilet. 

You at least had the decency to blush at your request.

“I mean...that’s if you want to. Oh, and you’d better delete that video or I’ll rip your cock off and shove it down your throat.”

He thought you might just be a succubus after all.

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An agent requested a full (hooray) but when I expanded the email chain it showed the query I'd sent, with the customised bits (agent name, personalisation, a few words here and there) in a larger font to the rest, which is NOT something Gmail showed on sending. I'm not sure how many of my queries looked like this :'( but is it something that would bother you as an agent? Do I look totally unprofessional now?

I wouldn't stress out about it -- it could very well be that the original email sent fine and looked just like it did in your "sent" folder -- but the original thing started to look wonky after being batted back and forth a couple times. It has certainly happened to all of us at some point. (And... they requested the full, no? So obviously they weren't put off!)

For future reference, here's what I do:

I write the email -- then when it is near-final, I select all and de-format it. (That's the button with the crossed-out T). This gets rid of any "historical" formatting that might have worked its way in there from various cuttings-and-pastings.

I then reformat it exactly how I want it -- perfect. That is my template.

I copy and paste each submission into its own email, of course, and tweak anything that needs tweaking such as the name, personalization, etc, taking care to edit all of that WITHOUT pasting anything else in, because every time you paste something you are potentially pasting in something whack.

I then select all and press the "text color" button to make sure that it is all BLACK. (Because I find that what happens sometimes is that the parts you switched around or added will show up as a different color, even if it LOOKS right in your email ughhghhg -- making sure you select it all to be black seems to prevent that).

ALSO, and this may not come up for you, but just in case: IN GMAIL - if you have embedded images, like say you are an illustrator and you have some samples you want to imbed -- it will LOOK LIKE it pastes the entire thing from the template, but in reality the person on the other end will likely get squares or nothing instead of images. The thing to do is, make the template, copy and paste the template -- but drag the images into each email individually. Because the FIRST time it will come out correct - - it's the copying/pasting that seems to muck up the images. THEN make sure everything is black. And send with confidence!

(And if you are STILL scared -- send to yourself or a friend first, or both! Just to be sure that it's all looking good. THEN send with confidence!)

[thebadboyfanclub]

We’ll Get Caught (Draco x Reader)

Requested by anon. This is the first smut in years and it’s not that descriptive but y’all eating today. Enjoy!

(Y/n)’s name was one of the most well known ones in Hogwarts for all kinds of reasons, as she started to get older her body started to change which means boys wanted just a little taste of her sweet nectar, the girls wanted to know the secret to get those curves and the younger students knew her as Professor Snape prodigy, she fell in love with potions and the defense of dark arts, so since the first year she started following him around asking to give her tasks or things she could do for him. At first Severus found her extremely annoying, but she slowly grew on him and now she was his most trusted assistant.

However, she always found time to have a little “fun”, she was very flirty and confident in herself, her father and mother made sure to imbed that in her from a very young age so nobody could harm their little girls feelings, she was the queen of her own castle and she danced at the beat of her own drum.

She was aware of the little glances Draco was giving her, how he tried to show off when she was around, how he would be extra sarcastic to potter when (y/n) was close enough to listen. She thought it was funny how confident he acted yet he never really talked to her directly and when he did he made sure it wasn’t for long.

“Malfoy, what do I owe the pleasure”

“I’m sorry professor, I was wondering if I could talk to (y/n) for a second?”

Severus raised his eyebrow at the young boy, he was used to it by now since a lot of students came to “talk” to his assistant, he almost found it amusing how she would turn down the majority of them and how embarrassed they were afterwards.

“Miss (y/l/n), Mister Malfoy would like a word”

Malfoy? As in Draco Malfoy? That was unexpected to say the least. She put the potion she was polishing back in the now clean shelf and got down to see him. her white button up shirt was kind of sticking to her stomach from the sweat, the constant boiling cauldrons did not really help with cooling down the place whatsoever .

“Is there something wrong Draco?”

“No,no I was just.... would you like to go out with me?”

If she didn’t know any better she would have thought he just said a tongue twister by how fast he spat it out. (Y/n) smiled at the offer and took one step closer towards him.

“He usually let’s me go after 8″

She whispered and then walked away to finish her chores with a faster pace now since she had something to look forward to.

-

Draco was right on time, he decided to have a little sneaky date at the library, he had even brought a few candles to set the mood and sneakily stole some beverages to drink while having a chat.

Oh how divine she looked in that green skirt, the buttons of her shirt teasing him and making him that one wrong move and her breasts would be exposed, she was such a force to be reckoned with at everything she did.

As the time passed by and they slowly ran out of things to talk about (y/n) felt more attracted to Draco than ever, the way he talked to her, those sneaky little comments about how beautiful she is, how his hand slowly went from just touching her hand to resting on her thigh. She felt like electricity ran through her when he started drawing circles with his hand on her thigh.

“It’s getting late, Mr Flich will start making rounds”

Draco said, although a devilish smiled played on his face. He felt his throat get dry and he had to swallow back the urge to attack her when she let her tongue go over her upper lip so slowly it felt like a torture.

“We should get going then”

“Yeah, we should”

None of them moved, they just stayed looking at each other. (Y/n) smiled and got up from her chair, making the first move towards the exit, what Draco didn’t know was that in her mind they were not leaving just yet.

As they walked (Y/n) stopped and turned towards him, he didn’t have time to process what was happening when he felt her soft full lips on his. Her strawberry Chapstick was almost like heroine to him. 

“We’ll get caught”

She whispered. She didn’t care about getting caught, it made her even more excited as her adrenaline went to the roof

“Then let’s make it worth it”

That’s when he took the upper hand and grabbed her thick thighs wrapping them around his waist and guided them between bookshelf aisles pushing her back against them. His hands found their way into her buttons and revealed her chest he was thirsting over, she was almost like a succubus demanding attention. 

“You are gorgeous”

He breathed out, almost in shock about how perfect she was. His lips went to her neck, biting, kissing and nibbling at her while his hand gripped a good portions of her luscious hair, pulling her head back. 

Her moans were leaving her mouth without even realizing it, she was deep in the moment she forgot where she was and how quiet she should be. Her legs wrapped around him and pulling him as close to her as it could be physically possible, she was not as cautious with the buttons on his shirt so she just pulled it apart not caring about some of them leaving the fabric she just wanted to feel his hot flesh against hers.

“I need you”

“Show me how much you need me”

She teased. Soon enough her bra was off and his pants were on his knees, pulling her panties to the side so he can feel her wet nature he so craved of and she tasted as good as she looked. Immediately they were both off to a world full of pleasure, as she gripped him and left marks on his back and he was holding her so tight that she felt her flesh ripping a bit on her waist. Their moans mixed together sounded like animals, they were animals since their brains only felt the instict of pleasure taking over there was nothing else.

“Turn around for me”

She let her feet touch the ground and placed her hands on the shelfs that were quickly taken away from there, Draco let them rest in the middle of the back, holding her head making her cheek touch the shelves and parting her legs. She arched her back as she felt her a few drips of hers run down her thigh.

“Malfoy, please”

She begged. Draco didn’t need to hear anything else, he filled her up once again and drove her insane, as much as she drove him as well. He had never felt this way with a woman, he never wanted it to end he was hooked on the feeling and her naked body was one of the best sights his eyes had ever seen.

She was helpless against him and she loved it, the feeling of not being able to get away aroused her even more, she was under his will and intentions and from what it seemed like they had the same things in mind. The chemistry they had was like two volcanos erupting, they were so into it they didn’t even hear Mrs Norris meowing, nor Mr Filch going to professor Mcgonagall who was on hall duty that night. 

(Y/n) felt her body was on fire, Draco was not giving her any mercy, she felt him pound and give her body pleasure and pain in one, he was aggressive yet she felt nothing but raw pleasure. Her bottom lip was bleeding after one good bite of his and his back looked like he had fought with lions. She felt the amazing sense of getting closer and closer to the glorious orgasm.

“Don’t stop, Don’t you dare stop”

“Come on love, let it go”

He once again pulled her head back so she can come closer to him,licking her neck from the bottom all the way to her ear, his breath tickling her ear as she felt the euphoric feeling taking over her body slowly, sending her mind over the edge and her legs shake from the pleasure. He could have finished ages ago but he wanted to see her cum first, he wanted to see her loose control over the rapture he was providing her as her body, mind and soul became his. The moans got louder and louder until she was out of breath and just couldn’t force out any sound, the fierce passionate feeling was so enormous she couldn’t make a sound then she just felt her body give in and if it wasn’t for Draco holding her she would have fell to the ground.

“My sweet little (y/n)” 

He said before kissing her neck letting himself cum now, the orgasm was more intense than ever, every muscle in his body became tense and his mind almost exploded by how pleasurable this was.

“You.... are... amazing”

“Malfoy I never thought you had it in you”

She joked, his breath was heavy and so was hers. She could only give him a lazy smile as she wiped her sweat of her face and pulling back the locks that had stuck in her face. He flipped her body facing his and kissed her passionately once again, he could never leave her now, who could give him the feeling she just did, she was a goddess of passion in his eyes now, her sensuality was oozing out of her.

“We really need to head back”

(Y/n) put her clothes back on and Draco buttoned his shirt as much as he could, since a few buttons had gone missing. What they did not know was Professor Mcgonagall was standing right outside, she didn’t want to go in that room since it would be embarrassing for everyone.

“Good evening”

She said as the door opened. (Y/n) shrieked as she jumped up, getting caught by surprise, Draco’s eyes went wide after he realized what is going on. 

“P-Professor”

“Miss (y/l/n) you should know the students need to be in their dorms by this hour”

“I-I’m so s-sorry”

“20 points from Slytherin”

Draco didn’t know what to say, he just stood there dumbfounded hoping nothing worse would happen. However, he didn’t really care nothing could ruin what he had just experienced.

As Professor Mcgonagall turned to leave she stopped and turned to look at the scared couple.

“Next time keep it down miss (y/l/n) and mister Malfoy i’m sure you know that the lady needs to be taken care and pampered after such intense exercise”

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

A soft scoff left her lips in disbelief. Though, if there was a sound that could've come out, she was glad it was that. Deep down, she wanted to sob. She wanted to scream. She wanted to curse him and ever meeting him—a factor that, admittedly, wouldn't be the slightest bit true. Yes, she was hurt. Yes, she was angry. Two years later and now, seeing him before her, she realized how much anger and hurt she still harboured from him disappearing from her life without a single warning from him.

But... In spite of all of that... The truth of the matter was that: she didn't regret meeting him. She didn't regret their time together. She didn't regret those few months there of them being in each other's lives. She didn't regret how often she saw him, how many memories they created, how much laughter they shared together. She absolutely did not regret how happy she was with him. She did not regret how she was falling for him, how that if things had been different, she knew that she could've fallen in love with him. How that her entire life right now could've been entirely different had they had more time together.

So, no: Aslihan didn't regret him nor did she curse his name and ever meeting him. On the contrary, part of her will always cherish meeting him and being with him, even for such a limited time.

That didn't change the fact that he still hurt her. That didn't change the fact that she was so angry with him.

No. No, if anything, she can still care about him yet still be so upset with him.

But she wouldn't tell him that. She can't. Because as much as she hated being petty and spiteful, as much as she hated to hold grudges and be unforgiving, she couldn't bring herself to forgive him. To tell him that she would always still care about him, despite how much he broke her heart. She just couldn't.

"That's what you're going to say to me?" Dark brown eyes searched his ocean blue hues. Once upon a time, she compared those eyes to the Red Sea. Eyes that she could spend hours gazing into once upon a time. Eyes that use to make her smile so happily and her heart flutter with excitement the moment she saw them. Eyes that almost made her lose her nerve for a moment.

Almost. But not quite.

The curator remembered everything that's happened in the past two years since he left. All the things she's been through and how much she wished he'd been there by her side, at the very least as her friend. And with that, she stood tall. Swallowing the lump that formed in her throat as she narrowed her eyes up at him. Her nails digging deep into her palms, forming half-moon imbeds as she tensed up.

"Two years... Two years, Jesse. Where have you been? Did you leave? Have you just come back?" She paused. The worst option on the very tip of her tongue yet she was too scared to say it just yet. Because if it was that option, that would only make this all even worst. "Or..." she started, her voice low as her jaw set, "have you been here all this time... After all these years... After all this time?"

Asli braced herself. Or, at least she tried to. "Tell me the truth," the anthropologist whispered. Pleaded. Because as heartbreaking as his answer was going to be, at the very least she needed it to be honest. "Please, JJ." ||📜@jesseelmassalamy

Thankfully, Providence Peak was a large enough of a city that it was rare to run into ghosts. Jesse was able to move about through each day, sometimes okay and others in complete crippling agony, without coming face to face to the damage he'd done.

After all, he was an expert at disappearing.

At running away.

For just over two years the disgraced former policeman worked at a popular coffee shop within University Heights as a barista and had gotten by relatively unscathed. Most of the time the possibilities of crossing paths with history had eluded him, they failed to trickle through a near constant stream of thoughts. Perhaps due to how overloaded the Bostonian was with guilt, or maybe he'd just gotten that good at compartmentalizing.

The man had to get through his days somehow.

As he walked around the faire, yet again questioning why he had shown up and paid admission, Jesse felt sorely out of his element. In dark grey casual slacks that gave off the appearance of being tailored, a somewhat fitted dark blue, crisp tee, and a light unpretentious jacket the sober man looked as out of place as he felt as his ocean eyes took in the slew of costumes that moved all about him. This wasn't his first Renaissance Faire, but it had been years, and to top it off Jesse wasn't all that gregarious anymore.

Of all places he were to collide with another mystery, it would strangely have to be here. Though, there'd be an argument within himself later over the struggle with a bottle wondering if the universe had put this in motion. Typically he didn't believe in those sorts of things, it'd be hard to argue now that after the bump of human forms that came with an apologetic smile and gentle raise of his hand— "Sorry, that's me, just a little—"

As much as they had for Aslihan, the words choked in his throat as some color drained from his face. A profusion of thoughts, feelings, emotions all rose at once and his heart hammered within it cruel cage.

"Me," the Bostonian said calm and steady, outward appearance completely betraying the turmoil under the surface.

A tormented sea of blue moved over her costume, Jesse had registered her by voice first before he actually visually recognized Aslihan. The anthropologist looked so different, changed yet the same if that were at all possible. Memories flooded and an ache settled in his gut. She had been someone that made him feel things undeserved, confused him, and in the end compromised him to the point that he had to cut things off before he really destroyed her.

"I suppose it's not a surprise to see you here, hm?" Unfortunately, Jesse didn't know where to begin or even how to speak to her. If he even should. / @draslihanxfahri-bailey

[kenopsiatoast]

Wrote this "Scary Story" for school lol. We got to make it about anything we wanted as long as it was scary sooo

I made it about LU >:)

(Keep in mind that I have never completed a full playthrough of Twilight Princess, so everything may not be 100% accurate)

(TW: Blood, violence, etc)

Delirium

 

Twilight looked around warily. The forest was dark, and the mist made it hard to see, but he could definitely tell that the trees here were like no others. Many had large chunks ripped out of their short, stocky trunks as if they had wide, gaping maws. The splinters that remained seemed like sharp, pointy teeth and gnarled stumps and holes resembled eyes and other features…

It was like they had been alive, but are now frozen in place with faces of horror, grief, and rage. Whatever was happening, this was no coincidence. He had deducted that just under half the trees in this forest were like this. The thick fog definitely made it hard to tell, but he had been wandering around here long enough to realize.

Why was the forest like this? Twilight had never seen anything like it before, not ever during his journey, not even his companions’ worlds. Maybe it was trying to keep people out. To scare them away, or make them get lost and never be able to find their way to its secrets.

That felt far too possible than he’d like. It wasn’t like it was his fault he was stuck wandering these woods, separated from his friends- That portal had left them no other way to go, and his group had decided that this would be the best place they might find Wild. He missed his protégé horribly. All that time spent with him, all those good memories- Heck- He had even been with him at the beginning of his journey. He was like a guide to him.

He just wouldn’t be able to bear it if they didn’t find Wild.

An unsettling, childlike cackle echoed through the forest. That can’t be any of his friends, no…

He decided to ignore it, maybe it was just his imagination…

What was that though? He pondered. Something shows up now, of all times?

He hadn’t realized the mist was getting denser until it was too late. Soon it was so thick that he couldn’t even see his own hand just a foot away from his face.

An unseen presence lifted him up viciously and violently dragged him to who knows where. The wind whipped against his face and the being was so careless to turn so sharply that his legs crashed into trees several times. He struggled for freedom, trying to reach his sword, but the… The thing had an iron grip, and the more he wriggled, the tighter it held him. Twilight went limp and decided that he should just wait until it drops him, and then he can pull out his sword.

It happened all too fast, however. He was thrown out onto the ground, sticks scratching against his face as he slid and dust flying into the air. A wild piece of wood decided that it would imbed itself in his arm, and he curled in on himself in pain.

He remembered that he was supposed to be fighting this thing. He shakily stood up and tried to draw his sword, but he cringed in pain as he realized that the stick was stuck in his left arm. His dominant arm. He pulled his weapon out of its sheath with an inept hand, and awkwardly stuck the sword out in front of him.

The laughter was long gone, and he could only hear the faintest trace of its voice. Sighing, he slumped down onto the ground and checked his wound. It didn’t seem too deep, thankfully. He decided to carefully take out the woodchip, not wanting to injure himself further-

He straight up ripped it right out of his arm, yelling in pain and collapsing on the leaves.

WHAT THE FREAK ARE YOU DOING?! THAT’S HORRIBLE FOR YOUR HEALTH YOU STUPID FREAKING IDIOT YOU ABSOLUTE MORON AUGHH- It was instinct, he guessed. Or he was just out of his mind. He couldn’t tell in this dumb place; it was disorienting and horribly unsettling. The light flickered in the forest, and he backtracked. Wait, what? Light? He looked behind him, and a bright orange flame sat upon a stone post. There were two, symmetrically placed on either side of a mossy platform.

Oh my goodness, finally a landmark. He was surprised that this was even in the forest. He wasn’t quite sure how this would help, though. How would a fire help when there was nowhere to even go, nothing to see?

Twilight decided to just keep going in the forest and ignore the fire. He set off in a random direction, leaves crunching beneath his feet. His eyes darted from side to side, scanning the area for anything different. He hoped that that thing wouldn’t come back, but deep down he knew that it probably would.

As if on cue, the fog grabbed him once again (Or was it something in the fog?) and threw him back at the area with the fires. It hadn’t had to carry him nearly as far, as he had only wandered off for a matter of minutes, but the landing still hurt, and his legs were sure to be bruised and scraped from thwacking them on so many trees.

He immediately got up and sprinted, thinking that maybe he could outrun whatever was inside this forest, whatever was lurking in the mist… but it just picked him up again and tossed him back where he was before.

Now he was sure that these woods were hiding something. He must find out what it is.

He tried a different route this time, but to no avail. He was instantly flung back to the flames.

Ugh! What am I even supposed to do?! He heard a familiar chuckle behind him. Time? He whipped around, but there was nothing there. Had he imagined it? But it sounded so much like his mentor…

He spotted familiar golden armor from his peripheral vision. His eyes locked onto what would’ve been a joyous sight, but…

It looked like It could’ve been Time at a glance, but he was horribly disfigured and his skin was all dark and desaturated. He was practically gray. His eyes shone a vibrant red and his hair looked white instead of its usual golden blonde…

He spoke in a voice that was both Time’s and not at the same time. “You seem horribly determined to find your friend.” He laughed coldly. “Don’t even bother- I’m going to deal with him.”

Twilight could only shakily murmur, “What…?” His gaze dropped down to the forest floor, and then returned to the figure. He tried to speak, but Time(?) was engulfed in the mist and disappeared out of thin air.

If anything could be more traumatizing, he would certainly be surprised. To hear that man speak in a voice that was not his, to see him like that, he just couldn’t understand. He lifted his head and swore he heard Legend’s trademark scoff, which comforted him at first and gave him hope that his friends were there until he heard him saying “We don’t even need him. Who wants a stupid wolf anyways?”

He dares insult his power?! It wasn’t his fault the twilight realm turned him into that beast, it’s better than becoming a spirit-!

Wind’s young and innocent laughter was distorted and dark. Twilight knelt down on the floor, hands clamped over his ears unable to deal with this anymore. He tried to shut out the sounds, but he felt a presence standing over him once again. He looked up and saw someone that looked like Hyrule, saying “You’re hurt. Let me take care of that.”

He drew closer, and Twilight scrambled away, gasping, “Who are you? You’re not- not Hyrule! I don’t even know how you’re… how…” He choked on his words in terror, The face of his friend morphing into something else…

It was his own face. That thing looked just like him, but darker with the same red eyes that Time had had. It was as if he was a shadow…

A memory struck him. He had experienced this before, somewhere… He had seen himself, mirrored in a way that was dark and cruel. Was it really him? A side of himself that was more sinister, deep inside…?

No, he was the Hero, not the villain-! Why does that thing look just like him?! What is it doing here?!

It cackled over him, in a voice like his own but deep and warped in a strange, unnerving way. “You’re in such a state of delirium, my friend. Is this forest too much for you to handle?” It said in a teasing voice. He- it- grinned, sharp teeth glinting in the low light. It unsheathed a sword much like his, exactly the same, but shadows swirled around it instead of light.

“Who… What are you?!” He scrambled up and drew his own sword, which lit up the area around it with its blue glow. It was reacting to the creature. It must be a thing of Demise, or else his sword wouldn’t be glowing so brightly like that…

“You don’t know?” It chuckled savagely, breaking his train of thought. “I’ll leave that to you. Maybe I’m just a figment of your own imagination. Maybe…” It paused, morphing into Time, the same thing he had seen earlier. “Maybe I am your friends. Were they ever actually real?”

“No… It can’t be-!” The being kept going, however, this time with the appearance of Wild, a small, shy smile on his face. “Wild!” He shouted. He knew it wasn’t really him, but he was so desperate to find him, to see his friend one more time-

The shadow switched between all his companions rapidly- Legend, Wind, Four, Sky, Warriors- even going so far as turning into the imp-like form of Midna.

“Don’t you play with my feelings like that!” He roared, Twili magic gathering in his core. Old memories reawakened in his mind- and he finally figured out what the shadow reminded him of so much. It was simply Midna. When they had first met, she had mocked him by switching forms to look like the missing children of his village. He dares impersonate her?!

Rage boiled in his blood, and he erupted in transformation. Dark fur sprouted from his skin, the sound of flesh sliding and conjoining to create new muscles, and bones cracked as they shifted to become the skeleton of a hound.

Brilliant blue eyes looked up at the shadow with fury. Finally complete in his dark gray wolf form, he leapt at the creature with his powerful hindquarters.

Soaring through the air, he had expected contact with the being, but he never even touched it. It melted into the shadows and laughed harshly at him as he collided with the ground, rolling in the soil, the rough pebbles scraping his face and sides.

He stumbled back up and vaulted himself into the shadows, teeth snapping on thin air. He felt the presence pass by his muzzle and he heightened his senses, seeing things no ordinary human could. The scent trail of the form went upwards where he saw his shadowed human counterpart floating in the air with his legs crossed as he pretended to lean back in a chair.

He growled, fur bristling on his back. That’s such a Midna thing to do. He had seen her do that exact thing so many times on his journey.

It spotted him and fell out of the air, landing briskly on the forest floor and charging with inhuman speed directly at him. Its sharp nails- claws? Tore through his side, dark blood gushing out and spilling onto the dirt.

A twig snapped in the distance, and he forced himself to stand up straight, daring to look up when a familiar voice shouted at him.

“NO!” The figure hurtled through the trees towards the shadow, but it merely swatted him aside with its razor-sharp claws and put all its attention back on Twilight.

He couldn’t give that same attention back to it, though. He was too focused on the body lying in the leaves. The familiar light blue garb, now stained with mud and blood had his gaze locked on. He couldn’t look away, wouldn’t-

He pushed past the shadow, ignoring it and his injuries, skidding to a halt next to the person on the ground.

It can’t be- no…! Why did this have to happen to him, of all people-?

“Wild!” His voice was thick with grief. He hadn’t known when he had changed back, but that didn’t matter now. All that mattered was that Wild- His companion, his protégé, his best friend, was currently bleeding out in this stupid forest right now and there was nothing he could do about it-!

The impact sent him flying, and he slammed into the trunk of a tree. Twilight flopped down to the rough grass with a wet splash, and he simply lay there out of dizziness from grief and loss of blood. The vertigo hit him hard, and he could barely lift his head up to see the shadow drawing closer to Wild.

(And that's it! Thank you for taking the time to read this, I really appreciate it! I'll be posting more stories on Ao3, [look in bio] so please take a look at that! What do you think happens next? Feel free to theorize, because I likely won't add on to the story.)

[hotvillaindaddies]

20. “My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature.” anyone :D

20. “My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature.”

Michael Gray x reader (my first ever reader insert fic yall i’m nervous)

NOTES: smut ahead! I know exactly who sent this ask and I’m giving you exactly what you want lmaooooo, thanks boo. 

The sound of his voice against your skin has you letting out a soft hum, your head tilting slightly to allow his lips to travel from your shoulder up to the column of your neck. It’s beautiful, how he adores you. You can feel it pouring out of him right now, like he can barely contain it. It’s always like that when he’s high on something, drugs or bloodlust. It’s always like this, consuming, when he’s seen something he doesn’t want to see. He chases safety in any way he can, the drink, the powder, between your thighs. But you don’t care. You love him, you love the man that is currently holding your wrists hostage at your side as you look into the full length mirror in front of you, trying desperately to finish getting dressed for the party you’re both supposed to be at. 

You try to pull your wrists away but Michael holds them tighter, making the tennis bracelet he gave you for your birthday a few weeks ago imbed into your skin. It hurts a little, but you like when it hurts, so this is fine. He’s not too far gone yet, and you have all evening to bring him back from the brink. 

Earlier, he came home with blood spatter on his usually pristine white collar, specs of blood on his hands that smeared across his cheek when he rubbed his face in agony. You knew what he did, it was hard not to when you were engaged to Michael Gray, heir apparent to the Shelby empire. Legal, mostly. But still the Peaky Blinders, still men who cut with razor blades and shot with revolvers. Men that destroyed lives to keep their family safe, to move their family up in the world. You’d been naive at first, but after being around for the better part of three years now, you’re just as deep. Like most of the women in the Shelby clan, you’re kept mostly from the business, but you have an understanding with your fiancé. He comes home in one piece, and you don’t ask questions unless you need to know the answer to them. You didn’t ask this time. You don’t think you want to be dragged down tonight. So you let him bathe in peace, and you start to get ready as you wait for him. 

Now, the party is in an hour, and he’s still standing in his boxers, looking at you like he’s not sure you’re real. Like you’re going to slip through his fingers. Like whatever went down while he was away has bothered him enough to reevaluate a lot of things. You hate that look. It scares you to no end. You’re always afraid that one day it’s going to be the look that leads to his downfall, at his own hands or someone else’s. You pray you can save him, that someone can, before he’s wasting away like Tommy. Sometimes his eyes get the same haunted look at his cousin’s, and it crushes your entire being. 

You have to bring him back to reality. It’s what a good woman does for her man. 

When he lets go of your wrists, you turn in his arms and kiss him softly, your hands lifting to cup his cheeks. “Come back to me, tonight is a celebration my love, don’t forget,” you tell him, watching his eyes drop to your lips again. His next kiss is bruising, like he’s trying to feel anything and everything through you. He backs you up into the mirror, a soft laugh escaping your lips as his own descends back down your throat to nip softly at your collarbone. 

“Fuck the party,” he grumbles, voice rough from not speaking since he got home. “Let me touch you. I only wanna celebrate with you.” 

Except, it’s your engagement party you’d be missing out on, and you’re definitely going to be late. Not that anyone would care, you’re the guests of honor but your families will start the festivities without you. The lushes. 

Except… He’s looking at you like he’s coming apart again, and so you nod just once and he’s on you like he needs you to breathe, yanking up the dress you’d bought specifically tonight to hitch your thigh around his hip. “You look good enough to eat,” he nearly growls, lifting you to carry you to the bed. Fuck. Why does this party have to happen? You love when he gets in this mood, where the only cure for his melancholy mood is to situate himself between your thighs. 

“Then devour me,” you whisper in his ear, nipping at his earlobe before he unceremoniously drops you onto the mattress. You let out a laugh, your hair fanning out around you as you watch him strip from his boxers. Your own hands start to pull your dress up, but he catches them and pins them above your head on the mattress. “Leave it on. I want to think about fucking you in this when we’re sharing cocktails with the fucking wankers we invited to this.” He means the business connections, the people that aren’t family and friends that are invited to this for appearances and name only. You let out a soft moan. If only those assholes knew what the man in front of you did to you behind closed doors. They wouldn’t show up to the wedding, that’s for sure. 

He grabs your hips and flips you onto your stomach, then lifts your hips so he can drag your panties down, letting them catch at the crook of your knees to keep you in place. “Behave, we only have so much time love,” he tells you, as if you haven’t reminded him of your potential tardiness several times already.

You huff, but he ignores it, instead pushing your dress up to press kisses to your lower back. After a few, he slides his fingers through your folds, no warning, just checking to see if you’re aching for him as much as he’s aching for you. You are, you always are. He adds a second finger with a soft hum, his teeth catching on the flesh of your ass as he quickens his fingers and you moan. 

“Stop teasing and fuck me, Michael,” you whine, needy. There’s no time for the games, a quickie will have to satisfy the both of you until you can return later. Deciding to give into you, he stands and admires how you look in the soft light of the bedroom lamps. Your hair is flowing around your shoulders, the emerald colored dress you’ve picked out for tonight is rucked up to your stomach, your pale pink lace panties holding your thighs together. You wiggle your ass to entice him, and it ends with him slapping his palm against your flesh, making you yelp. 

“My oh my, you’re such a beautiful creature,” you hear him breathe as he guides his length inside you, a satisfied moan escaping both of you. He doesn’t give you a moment, instead setting a bruising pace as he reaches up to tangle his fingers in your hair. “Missed this, missed you,” he admits, the trip he’s been on the last two days making you both crave this. 

“I m-missed you too, love,” you breathe, nearly unable to string sentences together properly when he’s pounding all of his frustration into you. His hand once again slaps your ass, and you know your cheeks will be red and sitting down later will be interesting, but right now you don’t care. Your man is torturing you in the sweetest way, sending you closer and closer to the edge as he whispers filthy and loving words into your ear. Your vision goes a little blurry when he wraps your hair around his hand and yanks you up to hold you against his chest, his free hand holding your stomach. 

All you can hear is the sounds of skin meeting skin, and the whines and whimpers that are spilling from both of you- mostly you- and it’s such a harmonious sound. You can’t get enough, you think. You can’t believe you get this man forever. Or as long as the universe allowed, but you wouldn’t think about that. 

He lets go of your hair and drops that hand to rub over your bundle of nerves, sending you spiraling until you’re crashing, thighs shaking and body clenching around him until he’s following you with a grunt of your name against your shoulder. His hips stutter, and then he’s letting you down gently, pressing kisses to your shoulder. Both of you take a few minutes to just relax against the sheets, his front still pressed to your back, him still inside of you. It’s enjoyable, but you have to be the voice of reason. You give him a few minutes, his fingers stroking over your sides as he’s lost in his head again. 

“Michael, we have to get ready love,” you breathe, and he’s acknowledging you, pulling himself off of you slowly. 

Stupid fucking party, you wish you could cancel it.

Thirty minutes later, Michael helps you up the steps of Arrow House, which Tommy has graciously donated to be the location of the party tonight. Probably because he’s got a gun stashed in every room, ready for the invisible danger that’s always lurking around the corner. His eyes are clear and bright, finally, the mood dissipating after your lovemaking. The doors swing open, and in you go, starting the next chapter of your life with the man of your dreams next to you, the feeling of his handprint still hot on your skin. 

The whoops and hollers you get from Arthur and John means they know exactly why you’re late, and you feel your cheeks color a deeper shade of red than the rouge you’re wearing. Polly appears out of nowhere, handing you a glass of champagne. “At least you had the decency to fix your lipstick,” she says, a teasing tone in her voice. Michael chuckles guiltily next to you, squeezing your hip. “Come on, you two have mingling to do. Lots of people waiting to give their congratulations.” 

Turning on the charm, the two of you face the room. It’s going to be a long evening of schmoozing with the toffs, but with him next to you, and a promise of what’s to come when you get home, you know you can do it. You can do anything. Together. 

[daily-best-jokes]

An Old West dime store writer walks into a dusty town...

An old west dime novel writer is out looking for a good story when he wanders into a saloon. He sees a group of rough rider lookin' scoundrels playing poker and he musters up enough courage to sit down with 'em (thinkin' he might get a story out if he was lucky). "Mind if I play?"

The others look up with a scowl that would curdle milk, but one looks at the clock and shakes his head. He points out the time to the others and they gather up their chips and go. "Play alone, we're a-leavin'. Wild Bill's comin' to town."

The writer is confused, but smells a story brewing; a strong one at that. He hoofs it up to the bar, passing most other patrons on their way out, and slaps a whole dollar bill on the table, "Barkeep, give me a beer and a story, and you can keep the change."

After taking a quick glance at the clock, the bartender shakes his head, pours the beer, and pushes the bill back to the man. "The drink is on the house, but I suggest you drink it quick and leave. Wild Bill is coming to town." Without another word the 'tender puts his last glass away and walks right out the swinging doors, leaving the writer in an empty bar.

Now fear in his gut tears at him as he hears the emptiness in that bar. This emptiness seems to seep in as he realizes that he's about to be the last man in this town, alone with only the sound of that ticking clock to keep him company. Still, a story of this caliber must be worth something; so he waits...

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, Bong<CRACK!>- Just as the clock strikes the first chime of twelve, a sound like thunder splitting a mountain is heard outside. The author runs to the doors to see what it is. In the distance and closing fast is a tornado coming right for the bar. He hits the ground and watches as the tornado comes up to the bar and stops.

The wind settles and there is a giant of a man riding a grizzly bear. He steps off the bear, and instead of hitching it, he punches the great beast right in the face <WHAM!>, knocking it cold on the ground.

The writer is so scared he runs back into the bar and dives behind the counter, sure that this is the last of his days. <KaPLOW!> the giant kicks in the saloon doors, and they turn to splinters that imbed themselves into the walls and break bottles and glasses that they touch.

The man walks up to the bar, breaking every floor board with each thundering step. He looks down at the writer and slams his fist on the bar, cracking it down the middle, "GIMME A DRINK!"

He comes up, shakily holding out two bottles of whisky; which the giant snatches up, chews the glass tops off of, and drinks down as fast as the amber liquid can spill from the bottles. He throws both bottles in the air, whips out his six-shooter and fires off a round. The single bullet rips through both bottles showering the weakened author with shards that rain down.

Regretting his curiosity and repenting of his life, the writer stands on weakened legs and whimpers out, "W-w-w-would y-you like a-another drink?"

The man turns to him, fire in his eyes, then glances at the clock... "Nah, I gotta go. Wild Bill's comin' to town."

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[awn-moo]

Marion is quite the lovely mon, if you ever visit, I'm sure they'd love to meet you! And the patches were all picked out by them. Battles can get rough and Marion isn't the type of Banette to fix themselves up, so they let me sew on the patches. We have go go shopping for more, as they keep hinting at wanting more.

And to be quite honest, having a full team is tiring. They're so lovely, most being self sufficient, but I don't sleep well. Flit, my dear, has a nasty habit of sneaking off bits of my energy while I sleep, which has slightly shifted onto Sable. Sable themselves is always getting into things. I have a recently obtained Ghost Gem that's locked away so they can't get at it. All my jewelry with gemstones have fake imbeds, so they can't get at them. Dyre is my service mon, but he's not exempt from being a trickster. Miss-Fortune is still very standoffish with me, as she wasn't a Pokemon that was attracted to me, I actively sought out a misdreavus. Noir is a sweetheart through and through, but trying to keep an everstone anything on them is so hard. It slips off, it phases through, etc etc. We have a method that works right now, but I have to constantly check that it's there, because they're so scared of evolving.

Taking Mak on the train again, which is always a gamble.

She's perfectly safe to be around, but Giratina help me, does she hate being in her Pokeball in public. Mak, I say to her. You're huge. Trains are not large. Please.

And she sometimes goes into the ball, but she loves to pop out in the middle of a train ride. She just wants to look out the window, but people don't really like having her appear suddenly. Sighs.

At least we're Unovan? With one of the Subway Bosses having his own Chandelure, it's made people relax around her a little bit more.

Her royal highness is demanding I get out of bed on time, so brb. Will let you all know if she gets us asked to leave again.

[thefloatingstone]

If you’re doing Self Quarintine (and you should be if you can help it) here’s some Youtube recommendations! Some of these I have posted about or recommended before but with almost all of us stuck indoors now’s a good time to remind you of some cool things you can watch for free!

I’m not gonna imbed the videos, I’ll just post the link because otherwise I would only able to post 5 and I want to collect a few so you can make a playlist or something. (I could make a playlist too but then I couldn’t tell you what each video is and you can’t pick and choose which one sounds interesting to you)

In no particular order:

Polybius: The video Game that doesn’t exist

An hour long documentary in which the youtuber did extensive research to find the origin of the “Polybius” Urban Legend, which speaks of an early arcade game reportedly seen around the early 1980s which reportedly gave people migraines, insomnia, nausea, subliminal messages, and in some cases heart attacks.

The Universal S

A shorter video in which LEMMiNO does his very best to try and track down where exactly this S that we all drew in middle school comes from? Why does literally every country on earth seem to HAVE their children draw this S?

I also recommend LEMMiNO’s video on the Dayltov Pass Incident and the perplexing UFO cases

Down the Rabbit Hole: Henry Darger

Fredrick Knudsen has an incredible fascinating series called “Down the Rabbit Hole” which simply focuses on... anything you can discover and go digging into. From weird internet personalities, to bizarre happenings in history. This video is about the artist Henry Darger, a man who lived in the early 1900s and for all intents and purposes had a perfectly average, lonely life, until it was discovered just before his death he had spent literally decades writing and drawing a fantasy world in what is possibly the longest piece of literature ever written.

I also recommend his video on the Hurdy Gurdy

Bedtime Stories Channel

I’m actually just gonna link the whole channel for “Bedtime Stories”. If you like weird and creepy stories, all of which at least claim to be “true” then Bedtime Stories is great. Coupled by illustrations and subtle sound effects, Bedtime Stories is literally listening to someone tell you a story about such things like hikers who mysteriously went missing, Sightings of Bog Men in Florida and giant Birds over Chernobyl, as well as weird and unsettling murders that remain unsolved. Sometimes the facts are a little dubious or have been disproved, but that’s not the point of the channel. It’s here to tell a creepy story, not give you a documentary.

A Journey Through Rule of Rose

Rule of Rose is a Survival Horror gave for the PS2 which has rather bad gameplay... but a FASCINATING story with just as many layers and symbolism as Silent Hill 2 could boast. It tells the story of one young woman traveling back into her own childhood in an orphanage in the 1930s, and all the horrors that contains. From repressed grief, abusive relationships, child neglect, abuse, and bullying... but it ALSO contains symbolism of societal class structure, politics, eating the rich, and how power structures work. Not for the faint of heart, but HIGHLY recommended.

I also super highly recommend his video on the similarities between Silent Hill 2 and Solaris

Clemps Reviews Crisis Core

Mr. Clemps is a great internet gamer who reviews JRPGs and other games he simply enjoys. Sprinkling in a heavy dose of comedy and very fast jokes and observations, Clemps’ videos are always upbeat, fun, and incredibly enjoyable to watch. I’m linking part 1 of his Crisis Core video in which he explains why the PSP game remains a personal favourite of his despite its flaws.

I also recommend his video on Eternal Sonata

Defunct TV: The History of Dragon Tales

Defunctland is a channel that deals with theme parks and theme park rides that are no longer standing, or which are no longer around in their current form. Defunctland also has a sub series though, called “Defunct TV” where they look at the origin of children’s TV which are no longer airing. I recommend the video on Dragon Tales which is incredibly wholesome, and a genuinely uplifting and soft story of good people trying to make good things for children. (I also recommend the videos on Bear in the Big Blue House, Zoboomafoo, and Legends of the Hidden Temple)

Hagan’s Histories of Polar Exploration

A Playlist for Diamanda Hagan’s videos about the doomed Franklin Expedition from the late 1800s, where England tried to find a passage through the Northern Arctic to the Pacific Ocean. This went horribly horribly wrong, with every member of the Expedition dead. Over a 100 years later we are still fuzzy on what EXACTLY happened, but apart from the arctic chill, there is also evidence of faulty canned food, a series of bad decisions, and cannibalism. Caution advised for this series.

I also recommend the rest of Diamanda Hagan’s channel. She is NOT for everyone, but if you enjoy somebody reviewing Z grade indie movies as well as just BIZARRE films, really bad Christian media bordering on Science Fiction (without making fun of religion itself) hot takes of classic (and modern) Dr. Who, an introduction to Red Dwarf, She’s an EXCELLENT channel to check out.

Good Bad or Bad Bad: Pass Thru

A half podcast half review show where two guys watch a terrible film, decide if it’s “Good” Bad or just Bad Bad and tell you if you should watch it too.

That’s it. That’s the whole show.

I recommend diving into the untold madness that is one of the best(?) bad film makers currently still producing batshit insane movies, the immortal Niel Breen.

There is literally nothing I can say that’ll prepare you for Niel Breen.

(I also recommend their more recent video for “Dancin’ It’s on!”)

History Buffs: Apollo 13

Do you like History? Do you like movies ABOUT History? Do you want to know if the movies about history you watch actually resemble what really happened in any way at all? History Buffs is an EXCELLENT channel, which does talk about the merit of a film itself, but is mainly focused on letting you know just how true to life that historical film you watch is. I highly recommend his longest video which covers the space race between the USA and the USSR, leading to what is known as “The most Successful Failure in NASA’s History”. The Infamous Apollo 13 and where the words “Houston, we have a problem” came from.

If you’re not interested in Apollo 13 however, I also recommend his video on the movie Casino, as well as his video on the female philosopher, Agora.

The Internet Historian: The Goodening of No Man’s Sky

With videos with literally MILLIONS of views, you probably already know the Internet Historian. But I still want to recommend him very highly because his videos are just THAT good and entertaining. I recommend his newest video, documenting that time we were all pissed off about No Man’s Sky, the difficulties the game studio was in when the game released, and how they have been working hard to finally create what is now a truly brilliant game which is winning major awards. A really good underdog story of how a video game company actually saw what was wrong with their game, and FIXED it.

I also recommend his video on Fallour 76 as well as the Failure of Dashcon

8 Creepy Video game mysteries

Hey. Did you know that sometimes there’s some REALLY weird shit in video games, hidden easter eggs which took literal decades to find as well as just a lot of “what the actual fuck?”. Oddheader is a channel with a dedicated discord and Reddit form solely focusing on trying to find or replicate bizarre video game finds, mysteries, and hidden glitches. Even if it means getting in his car and driving to a specific arcade just to check a rumour about Street Fighter II’s arcade version. So if you like getting spooked by weird game shit that’s not just some dumb creepypasta, this is a great place to start.

I also recommend his video on weird discoveries in DVDs and movies.

Red Letter Media: Best of the Worst

Look you already know who Red Letter Media is.

You know... these guys:

Here’s a video of them and Macaulay Culkin watching 3 terrible movies together.

I recommend literally any and all of their videos. Their discussion on Carpenter’s The Thing is amazing.

The Impact of Akira: The film that changed Everything

Ok trying to pick just ONE Super Eyepatch Wolf video is literal torture. Originally I was going to suggest his recent video on Final Fantasy 7 for the PSone but I realised I recommended something FF7 related with Clemps, so instead I will recommend The Impact of Akira, a video talking in depth about Akira both as a film as well as a manga, how it completely and utterly changed the anime industry both in Japan as well as the west, and why it is still a meaningful and one of the most important anime/manga even to this day, still being unsurpassed despite so much competition.

However, ALL of Wolf’s videos are incredible, so I also recommend his videos on wrestling (despite me not caring about wrestling at all), His video on how media scares us, The bizarre reality of modern Simpsons, Why the Dragon Ball Z manga is great, and literally any other video he’s made. He hasn’t made one bad video yet.

Was Oblivion as Good as I remember?

Exactly what it says on the tin. The Salt Factory goes back to playing The Elder Scrolls Oblivion and now with hindsight and modern sensibilities, gives feedback on his experience and whether Oblivion still holds up. This isn’t a super in depth review of the game’s mechanics or how its put together or how it was made. This is simply one guy talking about his experience replaying it with somejokes thrown in and how he felt revisiting it. It’s pretty good.

I also recommend the video he did on Morrowind (because I’m biased).

Weird Japan Only PS1 games

Thor High Heels is SO GOOD and deserves SO MUCH MORE subs than he currently has. THH focuses a lot of obscure and lesser known games as well as big popular titles like the Yakuza series, talking about what he likes about them, what he thinks is cool, and just what kind of atmosphere and mood a certain game has, even if the game itself is kind of ass. He’s done several videos on games that were only released in Japan, as well as videos talking about the fashion in Squaresoft games and how it inspired as well as was inspired by real world street fashion, the aesthetic of PC-98 games and other topics. He also styles his videos and thumbnails after promotional art for video games from the 90s and generally just has an excellent style to his channel over all. Very chill.

Blue Reflection Review

ValkyrieAurora is a channel run by Sophie where she talks about games she personally likes and enjoys. Her videos are really laid back and her voice is really calm and pleasant to listen to. She’s made a bit of a reputation for herself as “The channel that talks about the Atelier Games” and general is just a really enjoyable channel worth checking out if you just want something soothing to listen to.

Ancient Chinese Historians Describe Japan

Voices from the Past is a channel were historical text is read out loud in english. These can be anything like the above video where Chinese historians describe the people of Japan around 297 AD, Accounts of “Dog-Men”, or the worlds oldest letter of complaint from 1750 BC. If you’d like something interesting historically to listen to but don’t want a full blown history lesson, this is a really good way to hear contemporary people talk about their experiences and what they thought about each other in their own words, without opinions or input given by the narrator.

The Most Mysterious Song on the Internet

Whang! is a channel that covers weird internet stories, some horrifying, some curious and interesting, and some just plain weird. His video on The Most Mysterious Song on the Internet and its update, are about a song which was recorded off the radio in Germany around the 1980s, and after one person online asked if anyone knew who the artist was as they couldn’t find any information, led to the realization that NOBODY online knows where this song came from or who sang it. It’s a fun mystery to look into that, unlike some others on this list, is not creepy or unsettling, although perhaps a little frustrating.

I also recommend his video on The Most Mysterious Anime theme song, and the haunted Ebay Painting.

5 Lost, Destroyed, and Locked away Broadcasts

Yesterworld is similar to the Defunctland channel in that it talks about obsolete rides, theme parks and other forgotten pieces of entertainment. Although the majority of the channel focuses on movie rides, rollercoasters and Disneyland, I recommend the video on lost and locked away broadcasts which you can no longer see. I also recommend the video about Lost and Rediscovered movie props.

The Nightmare Artist

I talked about this one recently as I just discovered this channel. This video is about the renowned Polish artist Zdzislaw Beksinski who painted surreal and horrifying paintings during his lifetime. There is no mystery here or anything like that, it merely talks about the impact WWII left on Beksinski and how the trauma his country and people suffered influenced his painting, and how certain images and motifs can be seen to directly reference this terrible part of Poland’s history.

Disabilities in Prehistory

Modern media likes to portray how “savage” the ancient past is, and tell us stories of how any person born with a deformity or disability would be thrown over a cliff or dumped in a well because they would be too big a drain on a community to look after. But here’s the thing... according to archaeological evidence, it turns out our ancient ancestors actually did their best to look after its disabled members to the best of their abilities. This video talks about archaeological finds of people who had genetic disabilities and what we can learn from their remains. TREY the Explainer is a great channel for archaeology and also talking about what answers we could have for sightings of cryptids. (not ALL of which we have answers for)

I also recommend his video on Pre-Contact dogs as well as Homosexuality in Nature and the Genetic History of the Ainu.

Decoding “The Secret: A treasure Hunt”

“The Secret” was an art book released in the 80s full of beautiful paintings, but it is also more than that. The book has a fantasy story talking about 12 fantastical races who left wonderful treasures for humans to find,and the book’s paintings and riddles will tell you where you can find each of these treasures which are yours to keep if you can solve the puzzle... and the treasures are 100% true and can actualy be found and claimed, if you can solve the riddles in the book. The video tells the story of the artbook, who was behind it, what the treasures are, how many have been found and various other facts and details.

I also recommend the videos on this channel “The Game: A scavenger Hunt” and “The investigation of Erratas”.

5 Ancient Inventions That Were WAY Ahead Of Their Time

I would recommend you be careful with this channel as its main focus is existentialism and rather alarming topics such as “how close are we to the apocalypse” and other things whose titles alone are enough to upset me. However this video is nothing like that. This video is exactly what the title suggests it is. 5 ancient inventions that were so incredibly ahead of their time you’d think they were made up. From the computer used by ancient Greeks to steel swords we don’t know how to replicate, this video is a great mix of mystery and history.

Although I caution you with this channel, I recommend Joe’s other videos about mysterious books, as well as his video on the most inbred people in history.

However, I know I keep repeating this, I highly recommend caution with this channel. Perhaps its just me and the topics of life and existent are just triggering for me, but I’d recommend maybe just doing a search for the titles I mentioned and not to go searching through the video library unless you’re not bothered by this kind of thing.

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Anyway I could keep going, but I think that’s a LARGE amount of videos to keep you occupied for the time being as well as some suggestions for further viewing.

Please enjoy, let me know if you found something interesting, and look after yourself!

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Entry #5

2.24.21

I am a bit late but yeah I think its fine.

Today is a boring day for the both of us. I don't know, okay na kami pero I feel like may iba talaga. HAHAHA

Before, pagka gising niya, tumatawag na agad yan sakin. Oh, btw, we're LDR and 6 months na kami. Today, he woke up so late like mga 10am na, he didn't bother to call me or ask kung pwede bang makita nya muna ako bago kami kumain.

Pero okay lang??? Nakaka bother pero pinabayaan ko nalang dahil ayoko na talaga ng gulo, away o pag tatalo. I am so scared to lose him again. Humihinto ang mundo ko kapag nawawala siya. OA na kung OA pero yun talaga yung totoo.

I pushed myself to finish some schoolworks dahil nga ilang araw ko na iniignore ang academic responsibilities ko dahil hindi kami okay. Wala lang talaga kong gana kumilos pag di kami okay. Ang toxic at dramatic, diba?

Imbes na mag overthink ako sa hindi namin pag v videocall buong araw, I just made myself busy. Nakatapos naman ako ng iilan kaso marami pa rin kaya ganon pa rin ang plano ko bukas.

May kutob ako na may iba na siya pero pinapabayaan ko nalang, ayoko na ma praning, I swear its not healthy for me. Sabi ko nalang sa sarili ko, kapag niloko pa ko ulit nito, that's the end na. Medyo malakas na ang loob ko ngayon dahil di ko talaga akalain na dadating ako sa puntong i b-block ko siya at natiis kong dalawang araw kaming di nag-usap.

Hindi na ako masyadong takot ngayon dahil nalaman ko na kaya ko naman pala, its just that hindi nga lang madali pero kaya ko. Lalo na kung ang magiging rason ng pag bitaw ko sakanya ay ibang babae.

Oo, tanga ako. Nag bigay ako ng chance sa taong niloko ako, bumalik ako nang paulit-ulit kahit alam kong wala nakong tiwala at sira na talaga kami pero ito ang never kong gagawin talaga. Ang makipag-agawan sakanya. Sorry for the words pero tangina, sino ba siya para makipag-agawan ako? Kung may iba na siya, it's fine, pakasaya ka sa taong sa tingin mo mas okay kesa saakin. I will not beg for you to choose me.

When I found out that he cheated on me. I let him decide. Sabi ko sakanya, kung masaya ka ron sa babaeng nakikita mo kung kelan mo gusto, kung sa tingin mo mas okay siya, fine. I will not force you to stay in this relationship.

Just a short background, we broke up that time. Yun ang pinaka matagal naming breakup like almost 2 weeks atang walang communication. I was suffering, I was the one who broke up with him kasi nasasakal ako sakanya. Not until one day, sumabog ako. My friends, na pinili ko over him, they made me feel like they don't need me naman. I suddenly feel outcasted. After I chose them. Kaya I was the one who decided to comeback to him kasi na realized kong tama siya, my friends will leave me, pero siya, he's always there for me.

Oh, fuck. I don't know if that's true or that's something na siniksik niya sa utak ko just to manipulate me.

Anyway, fastforward, nakapag-usap na kami and all so kami na ulit. Then, I found out that he's cheating on me.

May nakalandian siya nung nag break kami at hindi niya yon tinigilan kahit nung nag balikan na kami. Ang gago, diba? Nagawa pang makipag meet-up. I was so furious that time dahil wala kong ibang naisip kundi nag sex sila. HAHA. But the girl said na walang nangyari sakanila, nagkita lang sila sa mall at kumain. Yun lang. O yun lang ang pinalabas nila. Not sure. So ayon, even the girl, hindi niya alam na kabit siya. Kaya raw pala tuwing madaling araw lang sila nag v vc dahil buong araw ng jowa ko eh nasa saakin, lol.

Yung mga panahon na nag papasalamat ako sakanya dahil payapa akong nakakatulog dahil alam ko na di niya ko niloloko, ayon yung mga gabing nag-eenjoy siya ka vc yung kabit niya. HAHA

Kinutuban nako non pero mas pinili kong mag tiwala but it turns out na tama pala talaga ang hinala ko.

Reminiscing everything makes me realize how stupid I am to forgive him.

Alam niyo ba, sa sobrang pagmamahal ko sakanya, when I found out that he cheated on me, I was the one who's insisting na kakalimutan nalang namin yon na parang di nangyari. Because I understand that he loves so much attention dahil ever since bata siya never siya nakakuha ng ganon sa parents niya. It was his lolo who always gives him attention, love and care. Kaya nung namatay lolo niya he was devastated. I was there. I swear, I was there, I accepted him, I loved him even on his worst. Mga panahon na I was the one who gives him money kasi wala siyang trabaho. Mga panahon na wala siyang ginawa kundi uminom at mag bisyo.

I still loved him, I accepted him for who he was. Without any doubt.

Hindi ko alam bakit basta nung mga panahon na yon, wala kong ibang gusto kundi iparamdam sakanya na importante pa rin siya kahit wala na yung lolo niya. Every night pag magka vc kami, iyak siya nang iyak saying na gusto na niya sumunod sa lolo niya dahil wala na siyang kakampi sa mundong to.

I was there. At his lowest point of his life, I was there. I helped him get over it, I helped him fix his life. I helped him for who he is right now.

Kaya alam niyo, everytime na napapakinggan ko yung kanta ni Halsey - Without Me. I feel so powerful.

Not to brag or something pero I helped him because I am so inlove with him na wala nakong ibang gusto talaga kundi bigyan siya ng rason para mabuhay.

Kaya nung nalaman kong niloko niya ko, hindi ko maintindihan bakit at saan niya kinuha yung lakas ng loob niyang gawin sakin yon. Actually, up until now, I still ask myself, saan ako nagkulang bakit niya yon nagawa sakin.

But I guess, walang sagot sa tanong ko dahil di naman talaga ako nagkulang at all. Hindi lang siya nakuntento.

After that, lalo ng lumabo yung relasyon namin. Punong-puno nako ng pagdududa. Wala nakong ibang bukambibig kundi, "ano niloloko mo nanaman ako?"

Sa sobrang nasaktan ako, hindi ko na inisip kung nasasaktan ko na rin ba siya not until our last breakup happened. He opened up to me. Napagod na siya kaka patunay sa sarili niya. He said these words to me, "Pagod na pagod na pagod na ko patunayan yung sarili ko sayo. Alam ko nagkamali ako, naiintindihan ko naman na nasira ko yung tiwala mo pero yung paulit-ulit nalang, yung wala naman akong ginagawa puro duda ka pa rin, nakakapagod."

Those words, it hit me and made me realized that for the past months, totoo naman talagang puro tungkol sa pagkuha niya lang uli ng tiwala ko ang nangyari. He even said to me, "pinatawad mo nga ako, binigyan mo nga ako ng chance pero araw-araw mo namang pinapamukha sakin yung pagkakamali ko."

Nakakatawa, diba? Victim blaming, it is. Bakit kayo ganyan? Manloloko kayo tapos pag nahirapan kayo kuhain ulit yung tiwala isisisi niyo sa niloko niyo?

Pero ayon, I was so understanding, sa totoo lang, lagi ko siyang iniintindi. Kaya nga tama siguro yung kaibigan ko, indenial akong gago yung boyfriend ko.

Wala, I always make excuses, eh. I always think na what he is now is because of his childhood trauma and problems. Kaya lagi ko iniintindi kasi ano namang laban ko sa mga bagay na di niya naramdaman nung bata siya, diba?

So ayon, sa mga nag babasa nito na katulad kong niloko, I want you to know na hindi ka kulang. Hindi ka mali. Sapat ka, sobra pa nga sa sobra. Hindi lang talaga siya nakuntento kaya don't you ever blame yourself kung bakit ka niloko. I know it's hard, pero believe me, wala sayo ang pagkakamali.

I still deal with many thoughts inside of my head. Siguro mas kino control ko nalang ngayon.

Everytime na nag o-overthink ako, kinakausap ko si Lord. Hindi ako super religious na tao, ah pero naniniwala talaga ako Sakanya.

He never failed me sa lahat ng requests ko Sakanya everytime I am having a hard time to decide.

Kaya I always talk to Him, asking Him to give me more strength to overcome everything especially the trauma that I had from that cheating issue.

Okay naman, sa ngayon, okay naman kahit na may pag aalinlangan pa rin ako sa boyfriend ko na baka may ibang account na siya at doon niya kinakausap yung bago niya.

It is what it is nalang talaga mga mare.

Wala kong ibang gusto ngayon kundi kapayapaan at matapos na ang backlogs ko sa school.

Anyway, I hope all of you had a great day today. Lagi niyong tatandaan na importante kayo, don't let anyone make you feel that you are worthless. Good mornight! 💖

[bubblecarr]

Here’s a breakdown of the script for 15x18 + why you can’t say for sure if it’s reciprocated or not. Especially that it’s not reciprocated.

Couple disclaimers: I am not caught up on supernatural, I am 1/3 of the way through season 10. I know the events of 15x18 and the notable Destiel moments. I’m approaching this from the angle of someone who has written scripts as well as read them for pleasure, for directorial purposes and for acting purposes. I’m analyzing this as a screenwriter and actor.

Ok so, the image in question: (thanks @mypersonalgoblincave)

In order to make any true sense of this and to understand how read a script, there’s a couple of ground rules that y’all need to know.

Screenplays are meant to describe what’s happening on the screen (duh). They’re the guidelines for the actors and directors.

Also, scripts are vague most of the time. Generally, they describe an action (she sets the glass down) and let the actor/ director interpret the emotion and motivation behind action. Given the context of the scene and of the story, she might’ve set it down gently, forcefully or with barely controlled rage. That’s for the director and actor talk about and come to an understanding over. The screenwriter tries to imbed meaning into those words, but tries to leave the portrayal of it up to the actors.

Scripts can also outright state a character’s emotions (she blinks, taken aback) but it’s normally reserved for emotionally significant moments.

Ho ho ho boy do we have an emotionally significant moment on our hands. The script does not fuck around when it comes to describing how Cas is feeling. “Cas is filled with joy” and even more explicitly: “saving dean, sacrificing himself, speaking his truth- Cas is at peace” Wowzah, huh? Not only does the script describe how Cas physically looks, it describes how he feels and most importantly, why he feels that way. 3 out of 3 babyy.

Dean though, he’s got one out of three and a HELL of lot of wiggle room in terms of the motivation behind his reaction. Whereas the script is straight up telling the audience Cas’ deepest emotions and how he looks, Dean gets a grand total of 3 lines dedicated to his reaction.

What are they? They include the descriptors: stunned, confused, shocked. Then the oh so helpful “ [...] -receiving this declaration from his best friend”.

The part that really scares the shit out of people is “Dean can’t reciprocate, but Cas doesn’t need him too”.

Let’s break it down.

The scary part: “Dean can’t reciprocate”

uh, what?

But before we freak out, there is something else that y’all need to understand about screenplays as well as acting. When actors make a choice regarding performance, they have to keep context clues in mind when interpreting a script. Since scripts rarely outright say a character’s motivation, emotions and why they’re feeling them, the actors have to look at what they’ve been given so far in order to make acting choices.

Context clues can mean previous action lines or dialogue. Actors also have to keep in mind 1) what is happening in the scene, 2) what’s happened before it, 3) what the script has said about it.

So basically, they look at the script to figure out to interpret the script. Awesome.

So, let’s take a look-see at what’s around that scary line.

“Dean is stunned, confused.” Well what happened before it?

Literally everything but the “I love you.” So that means: the empty deal and Cas’ incredibly flattering and heartfelt thoughts on Dean. That is what he is reacting to. This establishes (if it hasn’t already, remember, we’re working with 1/8th of a page) that Dean is frozen and is in mental disarray.

The lines before that provide further context to Dean’s mental state: “BOOM! The warding fritzing, SPARKLING- about to come down.” Not only is Dean trying to process a three minute speech, Death is literally at their door and just tried to knock it down. Furthermore, it’s about to come down.

So, if I were the screenwriter, I’d be trying to communicate that Dean.exe has stopped working. He’s overwhelmed and scared as shit. He can’t process.

Let’s move on. The aftermath of “I love you”

“On dean, shocked- receiving this declaration from his best friend.”

If anything, this line worries me more that “he can’t reciprocate.”

Why? “From his best friend.” This whole line is a quick look into Dean’s head, and Cas is described as his best friend. Now, this can be interpreted as what Cas currently is (they aren’t together) or what Dean thinks Cas is to him.

If we go with the first interpretation, there is still a possibility that is reciprocated. Cas, as of right now, is just Dean’s best friend. (Could they be more?)

The second interpretation can be interpreted in two ways. (So 2.1 and 2.2? Idk) Dean thinks of Cas as his best friend because that’s all he truly is (yikes). Or, Dean won’t let himself think of Cas as anything but a best friend, i.e. repression.

But we can’t say for sure which interpretation is correct because we’re only seeing ONE EIGHTH OF A PAGE.

And it’s a SLIVER of the entire scene. We are missing a whole bunch of context clues bub.

Now finally, “Dean can’t reciprocate”

Holy shit is that a loaded sentence. Given the tiny amount of context clues we have, Dean is frozen, confused and shocked.

So, likely, Dean can’t reciprocate because he’s still processing. Dean.exe has stopped working. He can’t get the words out because he got hit with so much gut punches he’s still working through the first punch.

Orrrrr Dean can’t reciprocate because Cas is only a best friend and he doesn’t feel that way.

So, textually, it could go either fucking way.

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT

We can’t say shit because we are only looking at ONE EIGHTH OF A PAGE.

A FRACTION of this very important sequence. And that 1/8th isn’t even the most important part for Dean emotionally. It comes after Cas is taken. When he is alone and the script is most likely focused on his inner thoughts and body language instead of Cas’.

The love confession is Cas’ moment and Dean is a state of pure shock. So in other words, don’t take “can’t reciprocate” as proof that it’s unrequited. Because screenplays are built around context clues and we have next to none. Also, we haven’t read the rest of the script!! We get a tiny glimpse into Dean’s head and a large part of that is up to interpretation and vague as shit.

So unless you have access to the rest of the script for 15x18 and even the next two episodes, you can’t say if it’s reciprocated or not because we haven’t read Dean’s inner thoughts or have seen the finale.

Personally, I think it is, otherwise a whole lot of their interactions don’t make sense as well as a bunch of romantic parallels that were written into the show.

Anyways, here’s to 15x19 and 15x20.

[lady-plantagenet]

Writing Meme

Thank you darlings @feuillesmortes @louisxivsrestingbitchface for tagging me in this. Since I wrote so few fics (despite how lengthy they are), I wanted to wait until the Ficathon reveal so I could gush about my only other written work XD.

Name: Lady_Plantagenet on AO3 (same as my tumblr but with an underscore). It used to be Defiantly_Definitely or something, I don’t know what the reasoning behind that was. Naturally, definitely was spelled wrong so I got locked out of the account at one point XD. As for my current name, well, it’s this username I use for all my internet entities which I concocted when I was 13 and haven’t changed since. I like it, it’s pretty iconic.

Fandoms: Currently 15th Century CE RPF/Richard III/The White Queen e.t.c. I tag them all for exposure reasons but the only two canons I can be said to follow are Shakespeare’s Richard III and 15th Century CR RPF. At one point (and buried deep down in my displayed is an ASOIAF/GOT fic but I wouldn’t call myself a writer for that fandom since 6 years. It was kinda a phase. Although, I do occasionally read fics from that fandom.

Where you post: Only on ao3 atm, although until this summer I used to cross post on fanfiction but when I noticed no one there is really interested kinda gave up. On fanfiction.net I have a different username which I won’t tell anyone because it’s an account full of terrible Tudors/TWOTR fics, which I wrote when I was about 12 and the writing and everything is so atrocious I even got flamed for it XD.

I’ll give you guys an excerpt though so you can laugh:

This was my 12 year old’s self attempt at a Cecily of York fic. There’s three others: one AU about Elizabeth Woodville surviving into HVIII’s reign and (oddly enough) a story also about Isabel Neville which is equally horrendous.

Most Popular One-shot: I don’t write one-shots. However, I guess the ‘Acts’ I wrote for These Giddy Hatchings (the George of Clarence AU I was commissioned to write for the Ficathon) constitute as one-shots (though I made them more that way to not get disqualified for submitting incomplete work for the Ficathon). Act 1 is, therefore? the most popular oneshot by one kudos. It is the first part of this AU series following the Richard III Shakespearean canon. It centers around what would have happened if George Duke of Clarence survived his murder, got pardoned and got a chance to go up against his younger brother. Since it’s the first part, it ends at George getting released from the Tower (thanks to his wife hhh god the joys of AUs and the freedom you get XD).

Most Popular Multichap: This is by far ‘A Bygone Era’. Nothing that I’ve ever written had ever gotten as many reviews and subscriptions. It’s my only serious piece of work (These Giddy Hatchings excepted), and it’s the one I go on about a lot (you know instead of actually updating hhh). For those who don’t already know (and for those who do, I apologise for repeating this info), it started out as a story about Isabel Neville and her only - it was only meant to be like 10 chapters or something. It all changed when during my research I uncovered this really interesting fact about Isabel and before I knew it, I realised I had a real-length story on my hands.

After perusing the range of published historical fiction, I realised no one had really done George Duke of Clarence, Richard Earl of Warwick (The Last of the Barons aside) and Anne Beauchamp Countess of Warwick any justice either, so as it turned out... Isabel wasn’t the only figure about whom no one had really written. So the story kind of became more centered around Isabel, George and Warwick (heavily featuring the two other Annes as well). The story also focuses on some of the (criminally underrepresented) issues of late medieval society eg the collapsing system of feudalism, bastard feudalism, the northern renaissance, the printing press, the wane of chivalry among others... I also shift POV around a lot so sometimes I write through the eyes of people who aren’t the main characters eg Cecily Neville. What else can I say? Please read it if you’re ever bored I thrive off reviews good or bad.

Favourite story you’ve written so far: This would actually be These Giddy Hatchings. A Bygone Era is far more dear to me, but, with the quality being a bit dodgier in the first chapters (since it’s been a year and I had barely started writing again after a very long time back then and had yet to learn the history in more detail), These Giddy Hatchings is technically speaking my favourite because the quality (whatever that is) is on an average better. This one I’m less ashamed of advertising. Please please read it, I’ll provide a link in the reblog. Unlike A Bygone Era, the focus is more on plot and themes than actual historical accuracy. Though of course, I did my best to imbed historical references in there (together with the Shakespearean ones). I also went a bit wild with the prose there, taking the fact that it’s written for Shakespeare-Richard III as an excuse XD. This piece just like the other does not aim to make my historical faves (George, Isabel and Warwick) into saints, just to make that clear. Although I admit the want of a more favourable portrayal of them when it comes to historical fiction does possibly affect the way I see these figures and interpret the source material. So yeah, does George kill the princes in the tower? Does he become the next king? Does he even manage to defeat his brother Richard? Read to find out XD.

Fic you were nervous to post: I was nervous about These Giddy Hatchings because it was a commission for someone (@malvoliowithin 🤍) I didn’t know at all and I was lowkey worried they wouldn’t be interested enough to read a 15K (and counting) word story about a prompt they were probably not that invested in XD. But now the anxiety is gone 😁 thanks to their kind words).

Otherwise, I’m generally worried everytime I update because though I don’t think very highly of my work, I’m scared of ruining something decent with a bad update haha. Not to mention I don’t want to put my reviewers in an awkward position because I know they’re too kind to say if they hate something haha.

How do you choose your titles: ‘A Bygone Era’, as a tile, I’m very proud of. If I may say so I’m more sure of this title than even other features of the story itself XD. After I decided I wanted to write a story about Isabel Neville, it took about 5 min for this title to enter my mind. It was inspired by my perception of the late 15th century England as a period that marked the end of the Medieval Ages on an aesthetic, cultural and political level. I was always struck by how Isabel (and George) lived and died in this small epoch (1450s - late 1470s) that was characterised by the wane of the chivalric age, the fact that heaviness and death hung in the conscious (something which many writers including Huizinga talk about). I wanted something which conveyed nostalgia and the idea of a story beggining at the end of something much larger than the story itself, ergo here we are.

‘These Giddy Hatchings’ was much more easy to come up with. It’s a line from Clarence’s monologue in Richard III. Since the prompt was about the two brothers butting heads, I thought it was a good idea to title this fic after what was supposed to symbolise the shallow, misleading base that forms the two’s brotherhood in said monologue. As in Clarence’s dream, Richard pushes him off the ‘Giddy Hatchings’ and into the sea (as is apparent to the audience but George in his dream thinks it’s by accident). I titled each oneshot ‘Act #’ to mimick the play’s format.

Do you outline: I tried outlining for A Bygone Era to estimate how long it will be (spoiler alert I expect about 25 chapters total). But since I keep finding new information, the story keeps getting thrown and so I just keep a list of plot ideas and turns of phrases that randomly enter my mind without my permission. I now only outline each new chapter at a time, plot-wise and copy and paste the applicable details from the random idea list and then see what happens XD.

The same goes for Giddy Hatchings, sort of. I initially planned for only three ‘Acts’ but it turned out to be four (one I am yet to write), but when I was randomly thinking about it yesterday I realised it might turn into 5 Acts XD.

Complete: Nothing is complete. Though I suppose the Acts from These Giddy Hatchings count as three completed one-shots.

In progress: Everything lmao. Though not that one ASOIAF fic, I’m certain I’ll never return to it. I don’t even know why I still keep it around.

Coming soon/not yet started: I have written like half a chapter for this AU I haven’t yet technically speaking started. The premises is: What if Elizabeth Woodville was the daughter of Jacquetta and John Duke of Bedford. In this story she still meets and falls in love with Edward IV, still has Warwick as her enemy, among other things. Her mother still marries Richard Woodville and uses Elizabeth’s inheritance to pay off the marriage fine so the girl is no wealthy heiress but still becomes Margaret of Anjou’s lady-in-waiting. It’s such a wild AU and I have so many ideas for it, but I would like to advance a bit more in my other stuff first so I don’t lose steam. There’s an excerpt here:

Otherwise, I dream of one day writing some funnier oneshots on ModernAUs, wild AUs, wild crackships, parodies and others. Of course all still centred around the 15th century. I’ll title this series ‘The Rose of Ruin, The Duke of Claret, The White Bore and other tales’.

Prompts?: Sure, I enjoy this type of stuff. Though of course I cannot make any promises. I prefer making up the prompts XD. Can’t wait until the next Ficathon though!

Upcoming work you’re most excited about: I suppose the Elizabeth Woodville AU is the nearest thing that can be called an ‘upcoming work’ but it’s quite far into the future. At the moment I’m looking forward to updating my two other works (the next update being for A Bygone Era).

Oh god did I blab! Thank your for indulging me you two <4. Tagging: @malvoliowithin (my prompter), @seethemflying (the lovely fulfiller of my Ficathon prompt), @richardgloucesters @nuingiliath @branloaf @kafkastan @shredsandpatches @allegoriesinmediasres @unheroyouracademia