#better yet let side blogs asks questions

[tellafairy]

thoughts on shifting + manifesting with ease. (as someone who's shifted many times, alongside manifesting)

coming back to this side of tumblr after spending years away from it has made me realized how many of you are truly the problem, it might sound kinda harsh but really. so many of you ask the same questions over and over again.. "but HOW do i do it?" "how do i shift" "how do i manifest" JUST DO IT. stop looking for signs, stop looking for methods or "cheat codes". just do it man.

your mind is so powerful and it actually kinda irritates me how many of you doubt it, just because it "seems to easy". you don't understand how you've been manipulated by society to not see your power. how have you been on loa social media, shifting social media, for soooo long — yet still don't see it?? let me tell you..

the moment i got off social media, the moment i took time to erase everything in my head and stop overthinking everything, was the moment everything came to me. i already had it, i just needed to stop telling myself i didn't.

it took me barely any time to get used to convincing myself i had everything i wanted, i shifted to my desired realities, and everything worked out in my favour. AFFIRMING IS ALL YOU NEED. I AM YELLING AT YOU. JUST AFFIRM.

really, please, affirm. the routine is so simple.

1. any bad thought is instantly turned positive.

ex: "i really want her waist"

to

"am i stupid ... i have her waist.. tbh mine even looks a little better.. am i crazy?? like actually? this must be a glitch or something cause my waist is practically identical to hers.. i literally love my waist"

exaggerate, say what you need to say to erase the negativity.

2. it's yours, so act like it..

ex: talk about ur DR normally. it's your reality, not a fantasy land you made up in a dream. ITS REAL. it's a reality. for example, i'd watch videos of my s/o in this reality, and speak about our lives in my dr. "i can't wait to see __ tonight... god i love __, it's so nice hanging out with them everyday.. wow they look so pretty in this video — i'm so lucky their mine". it's natural, they're yours aren't they? exactly, so act like it.. this is used the exact same way when manifesting..

you see someone with something you want? thinking of something you wanna do? something you wanna be? ... it's urs... so can you act like it?? like whyre u feeling sad someone else got a job promotion 😹😹 you literally got a better one ...

3. that's literally it

you don't need a fancy method (although it can give u some peace of mind.. let's be real, a lot of methods set y'all back and make you overwhelmed, blocking ur beliefs and making everything seem harder). you literally just need to live. tell yourself it's done, over and over again. nothing matters. it's done, it's yours, you have it, you're happy and fulfilled. other peoples sucess should really mean nothing to you negatively. it shouldn't make you stressed, shouldn't make you feel behind.. why would it when you have everything, you can do everything, go anywhere, and you can be anything.

it'll seem like manifesting blogs and shifting blogs just repeat the same things.. which is true, they do, because i'm telling you there's nothing more to it than what you've already read. it is that easy. all it takes is your mind. decide, and tell yourself.

as i said before, it took me barely anytime to switch my mindset once i actually started focusing on myself, my journey and not every body else's results. repeating stuff to yourself WORKS. repeating is literally ALL i did. choose what i want, told myself it's mine in any way i could describe it. and there, it's mine. ive shifted to many different realities, along side gaining a better life in this one after years of convincing myself there was nothing for me. if i can break out of the cycle, trust me you can too. i cannot describe how desperate i was at the beginning, how long i took in false info and wasted time on methods all while doubting every single thing.

so why don't you believe it? you'll sit there and tell yourself over and over again that you're ugly, or broke, or friendless... but you won't tell urself that you've shifted? that you have your dream body...? girl okay i guess....

once you realize nothing besides your mind truly matters, is when you'll be free with yourself. circumstances don't matter, past feelings don't matter, doubts don't matter, your mind is all you need.

yes this is just loa explained longer, that's the point of the post because some of u still can't get it in ur heads

[gyuswhore]

Statistically Speaking...

part of the svt TA collab

kim mingyu x reader

est. word count: 10-15k [fat chance]

est. release date: 10th September

warnings: TA! mingyu, fluff, smut [MINORS DNI], angst, statistics, more to be added in final post

synopsis: In all your years of academic endurance, you’ve never failed. A 100% success rate, despite you cutting it close at times. However, the line graph that is your life starts tanking somewhere around the time you began taking this hellsent Statistics in Psychological Research class. With a professor that wouldn’t know his ass from his head, and an overworked, overenthusiastic, and overcaptivating TA, it couldn't possibly get any worse than this. However, statistically speaking,…it could.

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masterlist

“Right. How can I help you?”

Pulling out your printed assignment, you bring the sheets of stapled paper to the centre of the table, writing facing him. 

One look at the sparse format of the cover page, Mingyu blows a full mouth of air at the sight of recognition. Without you having to say a thing, he flicks to the very last page, finding the rubric printed on a separate page. 

“It’s a 37,” you inform him like he couldn’t see the bold 37/100 in the bottom Total cell. 

“Do you think you deserved a better grade?” he asks. It would have sounded direct, an accusation even. But he asks with an intonation of genuinity, like he genuinely wanted to know. 

It stumps you regardless.

“Well…I know I can do better, at least,” you decide to answer. 

“You’re here, which means you’re at least willing to try. That’s a start,” he murmurs. His eyes are laser focused on the sheet beneath him, holding it open as his eyes move faster across the page than you can keep up with. Somehow talking to you while taking in the words on the paper.

“I remember marking this,” he says, looking up to address you. “Your concepts are nearly there, but your structure and wording were the problem.”

“You marked them?”

He raises his brow, “I hope that wasn’t an accusation. I need to stick to the rubric.”

“I thought the professor marked the lab reports.”

“He’s…supposed to.” There’s a forced reservedness in his voice. “I mark them and he puts in his comments if he has any. But I’m not sure you’d fare any better than this if it was him behind that pen either.”

Every question that floated in memorisation, from the form and structure, to the nitty gritties of the data presentation, all evaporate as you realise you’re at a loss for words. 

Even more embarrassingly, you feel tears prick the back of your eyes as the next words leave you in a low voice, “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“That’s alright,” he says as reassurance, though it sounds awfully rehearsed. Like he says it everyday. “We’ll work through it.”

He lets out a big sigh, adjusting in his chair and running a hand through his hair. The motion has you noticing the dishevelled nature of the mop on his head, un-uniformed and sticking out at certain places, yet still somehow cohesive with his look. His shoulders are straight and taut, fingers working as they fiddle and flick the pen in his hand. 

Despite it all, his shirt is ruffled and creased, unbuttoned at the first couple steps. The buttons are misaligned, one side of his collar higher on his neck than the other. It takes an effort to not reach over and fix it for him.

“Lab reports can be quite tricky if you aren’t sure what you’re doing. Did you refer to the tutorial?”

You mean the one that did nothing to help? “Yes.”

“You got those bits right, format and whatnot. But—”

“It was a lump of writing about subheadings and word counts,” you say plainly.

Mingyu lips are in a tight line. “Well, yes, but it helps—”

“I know the results are supposed to go in the results section. I don’t need a PDF to tell me that,” you cut him off. Your voice is reserved, and you hope it comes off as a point across and not a complaint. Although it was a complaint. “I want to know why the entire section was ruled off as incorrect when we were never properly taught how to write it in the first place.”

“Dr. Cho—”

“Is no help.”

“I understand—”

“He can’t even mark his own papers. I’m quite sure that’s not in your job description. It’s supposed to be him here. Not you.”

It’s silent. There was nothing in your voice that suggested you wished to pick a fight, on the contrary, quite calm and matter of fact. Mingyu’s fingernails are going white as his grip on his pen and paper grow stronger. 

“And yet, we continue to show up. Because we do what we must.” He raises his head in control, a small smile on his face, eyebrows unnaturally raised. “And, better that I’m here rather than no one at all. I can help you too.”

Help, he did. 

Mingyu had made it quite clear his time with you was limited, but by the end of the near 25 minute session, nearly every inch of your printed assignment was covered different colours of notes and corrections, additional papers and post-it notes pasted on the back as you remain careful to not lose them as you slip the stack in your bag. 

It’s only then that you spot the segregated stack of papers in your bag that you remember. 

“I almost forgot,” you say, grabbing the pile and placing it in front of him. 

“Where did you find this?” he asks sharply. 

“You left them at the desk of the lecture hall last week,” you say, before quickly adding, “There was a class right after you left. I took them off the professor’s hands before they got lost. Thought it might be important.”

“I’ve been looking all over for these,” he says as he goes through the pages and files. Random sticky tabs and highlighted regions across the pages. The leather strap watch with the broken clock face remains on top, and he picks it up. He looks up to you with wide, sparkling eyes and a smile that feels genuine. “Thank you.”

You flush for some reason, “O–of course, couldn’t just leave them there.”

It isn’t till you’re pushing yourself out of your chair that he says something. “You can come in at 3:30 tomorrow.”

“Pardon?”

He’s stood up as well. “I have a free thirty minutes before office hours formally start. I can help you out a little more without the crowd.” 

Feet planted on the ground, there’s not much you can do but stare. “Um, sure. I can come in a little early.”

He nods casually, “Thanks again for the papers. And the watch.”

You smile, “No problem.”

[blackknight-kai]

Let me start saying I love your blog, reblogs and headcanons, truly, all of the above🩷🩷

If you’re comfortable with the question, do you have any for the Destined One with a female virgin reader?

So I wanna say thank you 🫶🫶🫶🫶 I haven’t quite shared my own head canons much but I don’t have any issue sharing them 🫶 others do a much better job of it so I’ve left it to them. But! Your ask comes at a wonderful time as I needed a break from writing a fic 💀 (kill me im up to 20k)

Let’s get after it! Destined One & a female virgin head canons? I’ll give it a shot! There will be a nsfw section below sorry if that’s not your thing. I wasn’t super explicit on body parts etc but let me know if you guys want a Sun Wukong one? I’d try.

If you’re NOT in a relationship yet and he finds out? (Be it you told him outright or it comes out in passing conversation)

He’d would remain expressionless and quiet as usual. Not wanting to make a big deal out of it and remain respectful

But if you look closely you can see him swallowing thickly at the new information

Will NOT treat you differently

He has a LOT of feelings for you and knowing you haven’t shared yourself with someone else, while not a huge deal he’s never really cared one way or another, it’s something he finds himself thinking about often.

It makes him a little hot under the collar sometimes when he looks at you and remembers what you’d said.

NSFW - on the very rare occasions that he takes some time to himself or you’re not around, in the quiet he puts his goal to the side for just a moment and allows himself to think about his wishes and whims. Specially how he’d touch you and make it good for you because you deserve to be treated like you’re special and HE wants to be the one to do it.

If you’re in a relationship and it either came up naturally or during a more…heated moment.

Would absolutely freeze. Like body full on screenshot kinda freeze - only his tail would flick and twitch as he processes

Because honestly it hadn’t occurred to him before but it is NOW. He’s thought of you and making love with you but first or not first hadn’t been a topic of thought

He’d probably internally get flustered and his heart would race ridiculously but on the outside his expression would appear stoic or mildly surprised

Wouldn’t try to pressure you or make a big deal out of it, as though it doesn’t matter one way or another besides making extra sure you’re comfortable

His tail would eventually give him away though as it would be swishing behind him happy and interested as the information settles in his brain

Dude would be first and foremost HONORED If you shared that news with him and were giving him your first

Probably a first for him too ngl. I see him as someone who was so focused on his path that warming another’s bed wasn’t something he was willing to spare time on.

If it’s not a first for him too then it’s not something he’s done often and isn’t an expert

Would definitely thank you for trusting him with sweet reassuring kisses (if they are a little heated don’t blame him too much)

He is respectful! As I said no pressure. No rush. But would the information please him? Yes.

Definitely adds fire to his belly because HE will be your first

Sends a note of possession through him not because he’d “own” you but because regardless of being a first or not you’d be his and he yours.

NSFW:

Regardless of if you’re shy or ready to get the show on the road he’d be so gentle and would be careful, really careful.

Probably a bit unsure and might move a little too fast accidentally in his own lust but would immediately sooth you as soon as he realizes

Looks to your expressions and sounds to make sure you’re feeling good and safe

He wants to treat you WELL views it as HIS duty to make sure you’re happy

It’s a lot of pressure but he’d do his best and set his mind to it being nothing but perfect for you

I imagine at first his hands would be so feather light letting you get used to him and his touch as he undresses you piece by piece- he’d watch his claws unless he finds out you enjoy them grazing across your skin

He’d brush his lips across every piece of new skin revealed to his eyes unable to help himself

Finds out he really loves your chest, both feeling you & tasting you. as well as napping on you later

But over time as the act went on he’d be more confident, still tender but less unsure

He’d be enamored every time he got you to sigh or make a pleased sound

It’s his goal to hears those often

When he discovers how turned on he’s made you it would send waves of pride crashing over him, he had done THAT

Overall though he’d take his time

He probably won’t speak much if at all, but he’d make sure you’re ready every step of the way. If he does speak it’s not more than a few words here or there, low and only for you to hear as he nips your ear

Multiple check ins

He’s a giver, and while he isn’t practiced whatsoever he’d use his mouth and fingers to bring you pleasure, finding out exactly how you like it by listening to the way you moan or the way your body shivers and trembles with specific movements

He 100% will become VERY VERY good with his hands and mouth

His tail is sneaky, he’d use it as a way to hold on to your leg (holding you open while one of his hands is occupied) or would brush the the furry appendage across your skin just to see goosebumps rise in its wake

When you’re finally connected, after time spent letting you get used to him (and him you because let’s be real he’d be overwhelmed by the feel of tightly wrapped around him too) he’d roll his hips gently

He would make sounds, sighs and groans in your ear.

He’d love it if you cling on to him and tell him he’s doing something good

Full on shudders if you scratch his back or dig your nails into him - he loves it and he might accidentally thrust too hard when you do it

Wants to hear you 👏👏

Would keep control for as long as he could but would listen to your requests almost instantly if you asked him to move faster

Would love it if you moved his hand exactly where you wanted him to touch you

Would suck marks on your skin - thighs and neck, wherever he absentmindedly ran his lips. Would be shy about it later but would touch them possessively or when you’re dressed his eyes would stray to where his marks are on your skin.

Afterwards he’d silently but tenderly wipe you down and then pull you into his arms

Would nuzzle his face against you and breathe your scent as you both relax and come down from your high

Would massage any soreness you have that he could and feel pride at wearing you out, although his face wouldn’t show it

His tail would be like a vice around your thigh all night and trying to get out of his hold in the morning is a chore

He’d 100% take care of you especially for a first time is basically what I’m saying. After, he may be a bit rougher with his movements or may be impatient at times especially after a tough fight and adrenaline is still kicking but will always treat you tenderly as you guys build confidence together.

[norrizzandpia]

Masterlist 1

- Disclaimer! All of these have happy endings, I am not one for sad endings lol

- More works on Masterlist 2 which you can find the link to on the pinned post on my blog

Lando Norris:

Reckless Driving

When McLaren thinks its funny to put Y/n in a sports-car with her boyfriend and a set of question cards. Spoiler Alert: She doesn’t!

The Infamous Stream

When Max streams and the chat goes wild for Lando and Y/n’s sappy love.

I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You Pt. 2

What if love isn’t enough? What if the obstacles are too great and all the whirlwind romance ends up being is the right person, but wrong time?

Call Your Mom

Y/n’s struggle with mental health and the journey, accompanied by Lando and her best friends, she goes through in order to get better.

London Boy

In which she falls in love with a London boy as an American girl.

Flowers

After the Silverstone Grand Prix, Y/n wants to do something nice for her successful boyfriend, but she quickly finds out her kind gesture means a lot more to him than what she expected.

Used Pt. 2

A bet can do more harm than good.

She Doesn’t Know Who I Am Pt. 2

Lando’s in New York and no one knows who he is. Especially the girl who asks for his number.

Enemies To Lovers, Ya Know?

They’ve always hated each other. Always. Right?

Gentle

In which Y/n’s past is a little haunted, but Lando knows exactly how to make her understand that she is safe with him.

Spa

When a reality check causes Y/n to worry about him coming home to her every day for the rest of their lives.

The Softest Launch

He tried to be a secret, but the eyes never lie.

The Video Pt. 2

Y/n and Lando’s club dancing sends the F1 world into a frenzy.

Lando’s Biggest Fangirl Pt. 2 Pt. 3

His girlfriend. Lando’s biggest fangirl is his girlfriend.

I’m Sorry To Go

She’s not quite ready to have him leave just yet.

What Are You Doing Up?

She can’t go to sleep when he isn’t there.

Happy Birthday

It’s his favorite person’s birthday.

Lacy Pt. 2 (Oscar Ending) Pt. 2 (Lando Ending)

To the song “Lacy” by Olivia Rodrigo, that should be enough summarized.

I Love Your Body

It was the mirrors.

Boyfriend Lando

Where the chat goes crazy for Boyfriend Lando.

Longing Glances and Whispered Confessions Pt. 2

In which, in the darkness of the night, Lando Norris loves Y/n Fewtrell, only for the pain of their secrecy to plague them in the daylight.

Oscar Piastri:

*I also have another Oscar imagine under the Lando section. It is titled Lacy and has an Oscar ending, something you will see if you look at it. It is the second part to an imagine focused on reader loving Lando when he loves someone else. The Oscar ending was incredibly popular and one of my favorites to write! Hope you stumble across this and find that Lacy (Oscar’s Ending)*

Let Me Love You

A friendship where the lines are incredibly blurred is risky, but it’s even more risky to fall in love with a girl who won’t let anyone in romantically.

This Is About Oscar?! Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Y/n’s new song exposes a side of Oscar no one knew about.

I’ll Be The Fred To Your Daphne

He’ll always be the Fred to her Daphne, the peanut butter to her pb and j, and the salt to her pepper.

Best Friends To Benefits To Lovers

They’ve been dating for months after being the closest of friends for years. The question is, however, did they start out as best friends with benefits?

Hurt Me Once Pt. 2

In which they just miss the childhood best friends to lovers trope.

Let Me Help

She’s got a math test the next day and unfortunately, she can’t do math. However, her boyfriend can.

Loving You in the Shadows Pt. 2

They’ve been together for years. Well, they haven’t been together for years. Yet.

Cover It Up

That one piece of clothing was covering so much and Oscar just had to take it off.

She’s Missed You

In which Nicole and Chris welcome Oscar’s longtime girlfriend to live with them after he leaves, only to not tell him and have to update him when he shows up for a surprise visit.

Charles Leclerc:

Edits

When Carlos exposes Y/n watching edits of her boyfriend on Instagram. She’s incredibly embarrassed, but after an interesting conversation with the man himself, should she really be?

[jackpiastri]

helping hands – op81

oscar is sore from the race, and you'd do anything to help him feel better.

pairing: gender neutral reader x oscar piastri

genre: fluff

warnings: none

author's note: okay soooo today in an interview after the race, oscar was asked if the race was physical – and he answered "my neck's feeling it". and as you may know by now, i do very very much love his neck. so i thought to myself ".....i volunteer to give him a lil massage 🤭", and then this happened. shoutout to my love arms anon, this one's to us neck lovers (and all of you who we've managed to turn into fans of oscar's neck on our journey) <3

and again, this is not my actual blog. check out @httpiastri for more stuff :)

f1 masterlist

you’re standing in the hotel bathroom, wrapping yourself in a fluffy bathrobe after a long shower, when you hear his voice from the other room.

"can you come here for a second?"

the bedroom is dark when you step into it, the low light from the lamp on your bedside table being the only thing illuminating your lover. oscar is lying on his stomach on the bed, his face pushed deep into a pillow. his back rises and lowers with his breaths, the muscles of his upper body peeking out from the duvet covering his bottom half.

"what’s up?" you ask, sitting down next to him on the bed.

he shuffles a little and soon, his head is sideways on the pillows, eyes looking up at you. "my neck is killing me."

"i don’t think that position is making it better, love."

he lets out a groan, which is then followed by a moment of silence as you wait for him to say something. you let one of your hands drag along his shoulder blades, almost as if to help him speak, and his eyes close from the sensation. "could you help me out?"

your heart softens at the question. "of course." you move a little closer, your hand moving through his newly washed hair as if to tell him that you want him to look down again. once his head is in place, you move one of your legs over his body, settling right above his hips.

your hands slide along his back before reaching his neck. you dig your thumbs along the base of it, going all the way up to the back of his head before moving down again. it's soft at first, but your touches grow firmer as time passes, wanting to force his muscles to relax. you feel oscar easing up under your fingers and he hums, letting go of all stress and pressure of the weekend.

there's something so sweet, yet so sensual, about moments like this with him. the way the room is so still and quiet, except for the low sounds of pleasure leaving his mouth; the way his skin feels under your hands, soft and warm; the way your heart flutters when you remember that no one else gets him like this, only you.

there's something about it that makes you feel so connected to him – and he feels the exact same way about you.

your hands move down right below his neck, and then along to his shoulders, working on the little knots hiding under his well-defined muscles. he lets out a muffled sigh when you press on one specific spot and you smile to yourself.

this is far from the first time he’s asked you to give him some massage after a rough race; the amount of strain his body is put through during a race is obviously very high, so you are always happy to help him out. you would gladly massage him until your hands gave out, but he'd always stop you before they even started to get a little sore. just like now.

as your hands drape along the sides of his spine, he turns his head to the side again. his eyes are still shut, seemingly deep in pleasure even when your hands stop moving. "you are the best, you know?" he says, a slight smile taking over his lips. "thank you."

"you are the best," you counter. "otherwise i wouldn't be doing this."

you can feel the chuckle vibrating through his body before you hear it, and you can't help but grin back at him. he pushes himself up to rest on his elbows and he looks back at you before patting the space next to him on the bed. you climb off his frame, leaning down to lie in the same position as him.

his hand smooths over your cheek, pulling you forward to press your lips onto his. his fingers move down the side of your neck, under your robe, caressing your skin much like you'd done to him just moments before. it's another way for him to thank you.

he's so good to you, so sweet, so perfect – and you are so in love with him.

[coulsonlives]

PSA: CAT MEDICAL BILL SCAM

Please signal boost this if possible to inform your followers about these scams.

Earlier today, I got a message from the account nicole-loves-king, where they asked me to signal boost a post because their cat needed medical help. Here's the ask:

(And you can see the post in question here)

I looked at this post and was immediately put off because they were asking for people to send things through 'friends and family', which if you aren't aware, is a very insecure way to send someone funds using paypal, because you don't have the protections you would get if you used 'goods and services'. So scammers can make off w your money really easily.

I looked at their blog and scrolled down to the end, and I realized their blog was made today! And, all their posts (there weren't many posts to begin with lol) were of trending topics. I noted puss in boots, and welcome to nightvale among others. This is probably how they found me, because I reblogged some of that stuff recently.

Here's the time stamp from their oldest post (notice it says the time, not the date, which means the post was from today):

In their ask, they also tell you to answer privately. Hm, that seems sus. Why would someone not want you to publish a request for help?

So I have a policy where I don't signal boost posts from brand new blogs because, yknow, they could be scams. I posted this, and the scam account blocked me. They also blocked my friend when they replied to their ask and said their blog looked suspicious. I did some more digging, and I found a comment from someone that confirmed my suspicions:

This is in fact a scam!

@nicstonka is almost identical to the above account (nicole-loves-king). Look at the avatar, the pictures, and the paypal address, both accounts even have 'nic' (as in 'nicole') in the name. The only thing that is extremely different is the name of the cat! Yet both blogs also have the name of the cat in their url ('king' and 'tonka'). That should also be a red flag, because usually someone isn't gonna have the name of their pet in their url, only a few posts, and a signal boost for that exact (fake) pet.

Here's a side by side:

Looks at those paypal accounts: nbrunelle519, and nbrunelle391. Nope definitely not a scam /s

And the cat pictures side by side:

Tumblr's "scam" tag is actually full of these reports now, which you can see here. Or if there's nothing there anymore, click here and here for images.

And links to some older PSAs about other cat scams: 1 2 3

So if you see any blogs like this, where all they have is trending posts, it seems like they've copied and pasted an ask to you, or if they're asking you to send things via friends and family, vet them so so so carefully, because chances are you're walking into a scam. Don't just repost things without carefully checking! If you aren't in a position to check carefully, better safe than sorry: don't repost it! Don't let these scams spread.

Pro tip: If a blog is dash only, so you can't view their archive to see when their first post was made, and you're on desktop, you can just open the blog in its dashboard view, then click 'end' on your keyboard over and over until all their posts are loaded. Usually if it's a spam blog, you'll only need to click 'end' 5-6 times, sometimes a bit more, since they only post just enough times to give the appearance they're active, then there's absolutely nothing after that.

If you want more proof someone is a scammer, you can look at the currency they use their post (or the currency shown in the vet bill), then hover over the paypal link and inspect the part of the url that says 'country.x=AA'. The 'AA' is the abbreviation for the country your money is going to! If that country doesn't match the country of the currency shown in the post, it's a scam! Example: someone's post says '$' for USD/CAD dollars, but the country in their paypal link is 'PH', which stands for Philippines, where they use Philippine pesos, not dollars!

Also keep in mind that these are not bots! There is a real person behind these accounts. They have replied to people who wanted to confirm they were real, but their intentions are still to scam you, they just know it looks better if they reply.

Stay safe!!

Edit:

Updating this post to announce the scammer's made more blogs, and they're probably gonna keep doing it! Here's the list so far. This isn't up to date btw, go to @scamarchive and check their pinned post for the most recent detected blogs

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Most of these are cats, but there's been dogs and even people too.

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

baby boy

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, dom!reader and sub!rafe (hes so whiney <3), handjob, premature ejaculation, female recieving oral, face sitting, p in v sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, crying, orgasm denial a bit i guess?

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs @cece45450

“what do you want?” you question, annoyed that you have to ask again after rafe failed to answer.

“i-i-” he pants, chest rising and falling quickly, unable to get a handle on the physical reaction his body is having to you sitting on his thighs, feeling the wet press of your pussy against his bare skin, having both stripped your clothes long ago, yet rafes cock remains standing straight up, completely untouched.

“if you can't use your words, i can go.” you hum, running your fingertips over his chest and torso, tracing his abs that he works so hard for, proud of himself for keeping in such good shape for you. “i can find another boy to use. maybe one that's good enough to tell me what he wants.”

“touch me!” rafe gasps out, his head clearing enough to get the words out when you mention another guy. 

“aw, baby.” you pout, leaning forward, pressing your clit into his leg. “did you forget? are you that stupid?”

rafe cries out, resisting the urge to lift his hips, knowing you will just punish him and make him wait longer.

“you have to be specific, rafey.” you remind him, a gentle swipe of your lips on the corner of his mouth. “you wanna be touched. but i am already touching you.” you give his side a pinch, a reminder that your hands are already on him.

“cock.” rafe gasps, eyes fluttering closed. “touch my cock, please.” he begs.

you smile at rafe remembering to use his manners and say please as you finally give in, wrapping your hand around his cock. you give it a single stroke before rafe releases all over his stomach, making you tsk in disapproval as you let go of his cock, ruining his orgasm as cum decorates his pretty abs.

“im sorry.” rafe cries out, tears streaming down his cheeks. “im sorry, im sorry.” he whines as he finishes cumming, his cock pulsing and still standing straight up.

“baby boy, you know you need permission.” you sigh, disappointed rafe couldn't hold out for you, but also impressed that you were able to make him cum with just the smallest of touches.

“let me make it up to you, please.” rafe moves his hands to your hips, a move you would usually punish him for, but seeing him all blissed out and covered in his own cum has turned you on enough to make you overlook the slight misstep.

“wanna eat my pussy?” you offer, and rafe nods ecstatically. “but would that even be a punishment? don't you love eating me out? why should i let you put your mouth on my pussy when you just broke a rule?”

“please, please let me make you feel good.” rafe says, and you shrug, like you're really thinking it over, before getting off of rafes lap.

“lay down.” you command, and rafe is quick to move so his head is against the mattress instead of the headboard. 

you admire his long body, muscles toned and tanned as you dip your finger into his cum, starting to dry out on his skin as you swipe it all onto your finger, sucking it into your mouth. you have to pull away from the taste to laugh as rafes cock bobs, a bead of precum leaking out.

“so desperate.” you climb onto rafes chest, settling all your weight onto him, spreading your knees so he can look down his body to your open cunt.

“please let me taste you.” rafe is practically salivating at the sight. you hum in approval and shift yourself forward, lining your pussy up with his mouth as you sink down onto his face.

you let out a moan as he instantly begins eating you out, mouth hungrily tasting every part of you, licking up your wetness like he needs it to survive.

“sometimes i think you like eating me out better than you like cumming.” you giggle as rafes eyes flicker up, half lidded and revealing how lustful he is in that moment.

“i do like it better.” he says, pressing kisses all over your pussy. “i love making you feel good.” “such a sweet boy.” you stroke a hand over rafes hair, smiling down at him as he moves his tongue to your clit, massaging it with the tip of the muscle as you grind your hips down.

“you want to make me feel even better?” you ask, and rafe nods enthusiastically, sucking your clit into his mouth. “i’m not gonna ride you today, pretty boy. you’re gonna fuck me, okay? gonna be on top this time.”

rafe blinks up at you, surprised that you’re requesting him taking control, usually liking to be the one using rafes body for your pleasure, not worried about what hes doing as long as his cock is hard and buried inside of you.

“finish eating my cunt, first.” you say, and rafe quickly refocuses his energy on your clit, determined to make you cum, switching between sucking and licking as his hands come to your hips, pressing you down onto his face, making a mess of himself without a care in the world, happy to submit to you.

you moan as your hand fists his hair, gripping it tightly, even when he whines as you pull on it. you give it another tug, this time to tell him to shut up and stop complaining.

“i’m close, rafe.” you tell him, eyes fluttering shut as you rock your hips forward and back. “gonna cum on your tongue. make me cum. make me cum.” 

rafe pulls out every trick he knows to get you to cum quickly, tracing letters onto your clit before sucking it between his lips, flicking his tongue over your bud once its inside his mouth. he licks a wide stripe between your folds, letting his tongue run over the sensitive underside of your clit until you let out a shout of pleasure, falling backwards as your orgasm hits you, unable to keep yourself sat up.

you lean against rafes body, chest heaving up and down as rafe rubs your hips. you turn your head to the side, in line with rafes cock, still pulsing and hard for you.

you sit up, giving him a tug to make sure hes ready. “get up.” rafe moves instantly, sliding off the bed so you can take the primary spot in the center of the pillows, your hair splaying out amongst the silk as you spread your legs, showing off your dripping center to rafe.

“kneel in between my legs, come on.” you command rafe. “you act like you’ve never fucked before. i know that i always ride you, but you’ve had girls before me.” rafe whines as you speak, getting into position. “you’ve let them think you’re all in control when you fuck them, but that’s just an act isn’t it, rafey? you’re my sweet little boy, you need to be told what to do at all times. well, it’s okay. no more pretending. just be my little fuck toy, come on.” you encourage him, reaching down to spread your cunt with your fingertips, stretching your hole open for him. “fuck me. put that pretty cock in me.”

rafe moves forwards, the head of his cock pushing into your entrance. rafe has to dissociate to stop himself from immediately busting inside of you, especially because you didn’t make him put on a condom like you normally do. you’re on birth control and don’t even need one, but you like teasing rafe by not letting him inside you bare.

“all the way in.” you command, and rafe continues to slide his cock into you until his entire length is sleeved inside your pussy.

“good boy.” you take a deep breath, hands coming to grip your tits, playing with your nipples as rafe watches your adept fingers working on your chest.

“fuck me. hard. fuck me like how i usually ride you, come on.”

rafe immediately begins to snap his hips forward and back, settling into a quick rocking motion, moaning every time his cock is fully embedded in your warmth.

“that’s it.” you moan. “rub my clit at the same time, baby boy. i know you can’t last that long.”

rafe nods, it’s true, he already feels so close. he was ashamed the first time he was inside of you that he bursted and came before you were even fully sat on his cock, and even after sleeping together for almost an entire year, he is just as excited as that first time.

“thank you.” rafe pants, eyes on your clit as he rubs over it with his pointer finger, tracing his name onto your skin, as if he belongs to you, but he knows its the other way around. “thank you for letting me pleasure you.”

“aw, my good boy.” you smile before he thrusts particularly hard and your jaw drops into a moan. “gonna give you so many kisses once you make me cum. wanna spend the night, yeah? and cuddle?” “yes, please, please.” rafe says, the aftercare almost as good as the sex itself.

“hurry up then.” 

rafe moves impossibly faster, his cock almost hurting with how hard hes fucking you, bruising your walls as you grind your hips down against him, feeling his cock touch every inch of your insides.

“fuck.” rafe cries out, and you feel tears fall onto your skin. “plea-please can i cum, pretty please?” you smile, feeling your clit pulse as well. “go ahead, baby, cum inside me. cum in my pussy and fill me up like the good boy i know you are.”

rafe rubs his finger as fast as he can as he releases inside of you, somehow still able to fill you up with his cum as he moans your name. upon feeling his warmth, you lose all control, back arching off the bed as you moan out, eyes squeezing shut as your cunt flutters around rafes cock, milking him for every last drop as your orgasm causes your body to shake. 

you reach up, pulling rafe down against your, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he presses his body against yours, your chests rubbing together as you ride out your highs together.

“fuck, you did so good for me, rafey.” you gasp out, wrapping your legs around his waist so you can keep his cock deep inside you, not ready to be apart from it yet.

“thank you.” rafe kisses your neck, smothering you with love as he moves to your jaw, and then cheeks, and then lips. “thank you for letting me fuck you. thank you. i love you.”

rafes cheeks flush red and you laugh at his reaction to him letting those three little words slip, knowing it happened in the heat of the moment. “it’s okay, baby, don’t be embarrassed.” you rub his back, squeezing your pussy around him as rafe lets out a whine. “come give me a kiss, yeah.” 

rafe bends down and gives you another kiss. “i love you too.” you whisper against his lips. “i love you when you’re such a good boy for me. now make me real happy and pull out nice and slowly.”

rafe nods, sliding his softening cock out of your tunnel, letting his cum drip out of you. he flops onto the bed once hes free from your heat, making you giggle as all his muscles slacken, exhaustion instantly settling in now that the adrenaline is gone. you cuddle into his side, wrapping an arm around his waist, whispering kind words to him, about how good he is for you, how proud you are of him, everything he’s longed to hear as he slips into sleep, mind now calm.

[sockmeat]

Hello! I really like your blog and if i may ask for an Alastor x Lollipop overlord reader? Like reader doesn't look like a demon at all, she's cute, small, looks like a walking cotton candy, she's sweet to everyone and eat sweets. But she is dangerous like she has her dark side. Pretty please and thank you! <3

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 --  𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒑!𝑶𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑺/𝑶 (𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍)

(𝐰𝐜): 685

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You, a suspiciously cheerful overlord, catch Alastor's eye and fate takes control of your relationship.

(𝐀/𝐍): I mainly focused on the build-up to the relationship since I can't think of anything outside of my romantic hcs :PPP

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): None

                                                        𓆩♡𓆪

♡ Alastor first saw you as an enemy–a strong one, at that.

♡ You were an overlord, yet you were so sweet and innocent and loved to make people smile, just as he did.

♡ You intrigued him, but he knew better than to take your demeanor as a weakness. He would be stupid to. He knew that no matter how cute and welcoming you seemed, you must’ve done something truly monstrous to get the power you have.

♡ And Alastor found it riveting.

♡  He wanted to know what exactly you were hiding underneath all that candy.

♡ So, he approached you. He expected you to be threatened like any other overlord would be, especially considering his unforgiving reputation, but you were oddly welcoming.

♡ He decided he would meet you within your territory so if a fight were to break out, none of his would be broken.

♡ You weren’t hard for him to find. You were skipping down the streets, leaving a messy trail of cotton candy, lollipops, and sugar-stricken demons.

♡  Alastor greeted you and you didn’t seem all that surprised to see him there.

♡ The two of you made pleasant conversation while the demons around you avoided him like the plague.

♡  Alastor found himself enjoying your company more than he thought he would.

♡  Your carefree attitude was a nice breath of fresh air for him. Usually, people were either aggressive or timid around him, but demons were rarely chipper like you were.

♡ He was so captivated by you, he would often make excuses just for him to spend more time with you.

♡ Originally, he just wanted to observe you–how you operated normally and how you would react when you had an obstacle (that he was often the cause of.)

♡ However, his original plans crumbled when he started to fall for you.

♡ Alastor knew you liked him as well; you were much clumsier and nervous when he was around, something he knew only happened when you were with him because he’s been watching you for so long.

♡ He didn’t confess to you immediately.

♡ He instead chose to tease you, make you flustered and ensure that you really were attracted to him.

♡ He would stay unnecessarily close to you so he could lean down into your face whenever he pleased, give you gifts like sweets (he insists he just found it and hates sweets, but the wrapping is too pristine for road candy,) and insinuate that you two are together and deny it whenever you question him.

♡ Alastor is confident that you’ll be his, so he has no problem letting the chase drag on a little.

♡ You’re actually the one to crack and confess.

♡ While you were helping Alastor cook dinner for everyone, he teased you through lingering touches.

♡ He assigned you to cut the vegetables, chastised you for doing them wrong, then brought you to his chest and put his hands over yours to “show you how it’s done.”

♡ He regularly offered you samples of the food, keeping eye contact while he fed you and asked how you liked it while you were stuttering over your words.

♡ The final straw was when he told you not to get too close to the food or else you’d make it too sweet.

♡ You blurted out your confession before you could think and flushed when you saw his smile widen.

♡ He was very smooth with asking you out–you barely registered that he had actually asked you out before he finished serving dinner and called for everyone to eat.

♡ For your first date, he took you out for dinner where he reserved the entire restaurant for you two.

♡ Your dynamic hadn’t changed much from when you two were just pining.

♡ The only difference was Alastor could actually kiss you now, but he still doesn’t enjoy PDA much, so most people barely notice the change.

♡ You two are partners in crime with a good-cop bad-cop dynamic and strike fear into the citizens of Hell.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[lovelynim]

Too popular

Honkai Star Rail - Caelus x Dan Heng

A/N: It took me a few tries to get this one going because it's been a while since we had the Ghostly Grove event. Thanks to the wikia, I was able to read some of those dialogues and bring this little prompt back, hehe ~

Summary: After reading some "weird" comments about Caelus in the Ghostly Grove blog, Dan Heng starts to feel a little... jealous.

Word count: 1207 words

A loud thud echoed through the Astral Express’s Passanger Cabin, followed by the sound of someone’s desperate, helpless begging. “D-Dan Heng! Wahahait, p-please, ahahAHAH!!” Caelus cackled, wrapping his arms around his own torso in a fruitless attempt to stop the endless and merciless tickle assault that has been going for Aeons-know-how-long.

The trailblazer couldn’t figure out what he did to deserve such a treatment, and if Caelus didn’t know Dan Heng for long, this would be easily mistaken by some kind of murder attempt.

On top of that - and to add to Caelus’s demise - Dan Heng seemed to be awfully annoyed. No, maybe “angry” was a better word to describe him. Even while vigorously digging his fingers into Caelus’s sides, pinching over his ribs and prodding at his underarms, sending him into a fit of hysterics, Dan Heng kept a straight, serious face, with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes.

Caelus’s white tank top did little to no effect in protecting his torso from the tickling and no matter how much he squirmed or curled up, Dan Heng would still find an opening to strike. “I-I cahAHAhan’t breheheath! J-Just a brehEHEHeheak!”

“Yet you still can talk,” Dan Heng muttered coldly, grabbing both Caelus’s wrists and effortlessly pushing them high above his head.

Caelus let out a surprised squeal, already pressing his eyes shut to prepare himself for the next round of tickling. However, when it didn’t happen, Caelus slowly opened one of his eyes, peeking at his partner. “D-did I… do something w-wrohohong?” Caelus giggled nervously, already dying with anticipation when he saw Dan Heng’s free hand hovering over his body.

“No. Better saying, not necessarily,” Dan Heng continued with the same cold voice tone, but, for the first time in a while, Caelus could finally look him in the eyes.

“T-thehen, ahm, are you m-mad- wait! Wait wait, I’m not dohohone talking!” Caelus desperately pleaded when he felt Dan Heng pulling his shirt up, exposing his bare stomach. The cold air in Dan Heng’s room made goosebumps cover Caelus’s smooth skin, his body trembling just with the idea of getting tickled some more. “A-are you mad ahahat me?” Caelus continued, quickly looking back and forth between Dan Heng’s face and free hand, trying to prepare himself for a possible attack.

“...no,” Dan Heng hesitated, watching Caelus trying to suck his stomach away from that evil, threatening hand that was resting just inches away.

“S-so can y-yohohou let me g-go?” Caelus bit his inner lip, trying to shake Dan Heng off his lap with no avail. “Or go a lihihittle easier?”

“Also no,” Dan Heng snapped back promptly, deciding that those seconds were more than enough for Caelus to catch up his breath. 

“T-thehen why?!” Caelus asked - his voice full of panic, fear, but with a pinch of excitement - just as Dan Heng’s fingers were about to touch his sides. Against all the odds, the trailblazer sighed relaxed when he noticed that his question bought him some more time.

“Because you’re too popular.”

Tightening the grip around Caelus’s wrists and making sure they were pinned against the soft mattress, Dan Heng leaned forward and looked straight down to his boyfriend. Caelus gulped, noticing how serious Dan Heng was about… his reasons to nearly tickle him to death. “T-too… popular..?” He hesitated, but asked, ignoring the chances of getting wrecked right away.

“Ever since you started helping that girl with the videos for the Ghostly Grove blog,” Dan Heng explained, caressing Caelus’s torso with the back of his fingers, gently stroking all the way from Caelus’s waist to his ribcage, even pushing his shirt a little further up, “there’ve been an awful lot of comments asking her about a tall, gray-haired hot guy. Do you know who this person is, Caelus?”

“A-ahm, heh… is it me..?” Caelus giggled, half because of the nervousness, half because of the light strokes against his bare upper body. 

“Yes, it is you. And did you know that… some of them,” Dan Heng continued, gently pressing his palm against the middle of Caelus’s chest, feeling his accelerated heartbeat. He smirked, “were bold enough to ask if this hot guy in question was… single?”

“A-ah!” Caelus gasped, feeling the heat spread over his face and down to his neck. “I-I know, but I always said I wahahas tahahaken! D-Dan Heng, plehehease!”

Before he could finish talking, Dan Heng’s hand had already moved down. Using just a finger to circle Caelus’s navel, the Astral Express’s archivist made sure to keep his boyfriend giggling and, above that, remember him that this was supposed to be a punishment. 

“I know you did, I watched your videos. They were pretty fun,” Dan Heng chuckled, moving his hand a bit to the side so he could grab Caelus’s hip, using his thumb to playfully brush right above the bone. All Caelus could do was stiffen his body, hold back his laughter and pray that sensation didn’t grow any worse. “But that didn’t seem to be enough to your ‘fans’, Caelus.”

“B-but- ahahah, it’s nohohot my fahahault!” 

“I know that, but you can’t blame me… for feeling jealous when there are so many people with their eyes on my boyfriend, can you?” Dan Heng smirked as he looked down to Caelus’s face, admiring how adorably desperate he looked right now. “So I just want to spend some time with you and make sure you’ll never pay mind to those shameless fans of yours.”

And before he could protest or argue back, Dan Heng resumed the ticklish assault. Caelus couldn’t tell if it was thanks to now having his skin exposed or because of Dan Heng’s ruthless teasing, but, Aeons, it tickled so much more this time.

“What if we asked Guinaifen to give you some days off the blog, hm? Maybe this would help to calm that fanbase of yours a little,” Dan Heng suggested, barely able to hold back his own chuckles of amusement.

“AhahAHAH, plehehehease!! I-It tihihihickles!! I cahAHahan’t!! ~” Caelus cackled like an emanator of Elation. Some of the small tears that formed on the corner of his eyes began to roll down his cheeks as Caelus thrashed his head.

“Well, she could also hire someone to moderate her comment section and ban some of those bold fans. Is there a way for me to send those suggestions to her?” Dan Heng continued to talk, pretending that his boyfriend could properly answer him.

“N-nahAHAhat theheheree!!” Caelus whined through his laughter when Dan Heng’s hand made its way to his outstretched, exposed underarm and tickled it with ease. The trailblazer arched his back, using the last bits of his strength to fight back that sensation one last time, but all he earned was a confused, partly curious, head tilt from his boyfriend, who continued to look down at him with serious, cold eyes.

“‘Not there’? You mean we shouldn’t ban them only in the comment section, but in the whole blog? That’s actually a good idea. I knew you’d understand my point,” Dan Heng teased, managing to kiss Caelus’s cheek without getting hit by an accidental headbutt. 

“Now, what should we do with those forums’ chats about you? Ah, don’t worry… we have plenty of time to discuss them, Caelus ~”

[torturedtypewritersdept]

the sun + the sand - pt. three - suspicion

↳PAIRING: bff!rafe cameron x fem!reader

↳SUMMARY:you have a stalker, but your best friend rafe won't let anything happen to you, even if he has to come clean about how he really feels.

↳WARNINGS: mentions of stalking, blackmail, inappropriate behavior (not from rafe), protective!rafe, etc.

↳A/N: this is a repost from my old blog @illicitfixations + @lovelornanonymity. all of my works are being reposted to this one + the previous blog has been deactivated.

After you cried in his arms, revealing what you truly thought of yourself, Rafe felt uneasy and guilty. Had he not shown you how special you were to him or were you just blind to all the colors you exuded? If he could pinpoint one thing to associate you with, you would be the lavender hue of a Carolina sky as he looked out the boat at the open water. Being in your presence, for him – there was simply nothing like it. You made him feel good and warm and being around you, there was nothing he could compare it to. You felt like sunshine in the pouring rain. How could you not know that? He asked himself the same questions repeatedly that night on his way home, wondering whether or not to make his feelings for you known somehow and that’s exactly how he would end up in your bedroom the following day. He laid with his head in your lap as you droned on and on about your college applications and of course, he was listening. Well, half-way. He had already applied to every school on your list, knowing that he needed options because, let’s face it, he was in love with the smartest girl in every room and he didn’t know which room you’d choose to be in. He just knew that whatever room that was, he had to be there too. He looked up at you, committing the freckles on your face to memory as you spoke. ‘Best friends don’t feel like this’, he thought. However, he pushed the notion quickly out of his mind as you began speaking to him again. 

“Hello? Rafe? Are you even listening?” 

You questioned him, annoyed that you had just gone a five-minute long rant about college and you could see the boredom in his pale blue eyes. 

“What? Y-yeah, I’m listening, promise.” 

He said with a sheepish smile, embarrassed he got caught staring at your beautiful face.

“Oh, really? You promise, huh? What did I say then?” 

You questioned, mischief gleaming in your eyes and his breath caught in his throat. He knew he had been found out and he would have no real excuse. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought!” 

You exclaimed, smacking him in the side of the head lightly. The look on his face was one of pure shock, unsure of what exactly had happened until the sight of your grubby paws came at him again, smacking relentlessly over and over again. They were playful taps, but he moved away quickly morphing into his role of the tickle monster, yet again. You bellowed out, a mixture of yelps and laughter erupting from your belly. 

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry!” 

You playfully exclaimed, begging him to stop. 

“I know you are, peach. You know better.” 

He said, a low chuckle coming from his throat as he gave you a wink. He held your wrists above your head and the air of the room suddenly felt thick, all he wanted to do was kiss you. But, he couldn’t bring himself to cross that line and lose you completely. These moments with you like this, with no one else around or watching were the very bain of his existence. He loved them and he loved you, he would rather have you and love you from afar than not to have you at all. His body hung over you and for a moment he thought he saw longing in your eyes but it quickly dissipated as you heard your phone ring. He let out a sigh, resting his forehead against yours before moving off of you. You leaned up, grabbing your phone off the nightstand and proceeded to let it ring as you noticed the no caller ID banner light up the screen. 

“Who is it?” 

Rafe questioned and you shrugged your shoulders in response. 

“I don’t know, it’s a private number.” 

You replied. The ringing stopped and then started again, this time, however, you decided to pick up the phone. 

“Hello?” 

Your tone was abrasive as you spoke the question laced greeting, assuming it was some stupid call about your car’s extended warranty. You waited a few seconds, but got no reply, so you decided to hang up. 

“No one was there.” 

You told Rafe and he rolled his eyes. 

“Next time they call, let me answer.” 

He huffed out and you nodded. It rang again a few moments later and you made eyes at Rafe who proceeded to jump from the bed and hastily pick up the phone. 

“Hello?”

He grunted out. He listened intently, only hearing breathing on the other end of the phone. 

“What the fuck do you want? Are you gonna talk or just sit there and breathe like an idiot?” 

He growled, pacing around the room as his anxiety rose with hearing nothing more than increased breath sounds on the other end of the line. Rafe wasn’t sure what it was, but something told him to look out the window at that exact moment and as he did, there he saw the shadow of a man standing at the woodline. His eyes went wide as he locked eyes with the stranger. He couldn’t think, instead, he acted, running out of the room, ready to make whoever it was meet their maker. 

“Rafe! Rafe, where are you going?!” 

You called after him, wondering what had placed him in such a panic. 

“Stay here and do not come outside unless I say, do you understand me?” 

You gingerly nodded and watched as Rafe distended the staircase as fast as he could. His long legs aided him in getting out of your front door in record time and his blue eyes honed in on the woods, searching for any sign of the person he just saw, any sign of the fact that he wasn’t completely delusional. He quickly came back down to earth and after ten minutes he realized whoever was here previously was gone and while that might’ve been true, Rafe couldn’t shake the feeling that something was inherently wrong and he intended to find out exactly what it was. He slowly made his way back into the house and up the stairs to get you. 

“Pack a bag sweetheart, you’re staying at my house tonight.” 

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[citruswriter]

Hello, first of all I want to say that I LOVE your blog and your writing 💓💟

I was hoping if you could do some headcanons about being angel dust's younger sibling (by 1 year) and basically freeing him from his contract by swapping his freedom for ours (in short words we have to work for val in order for angel to be free)

You can tell I love angst.🎉

If you don't want to do it then it's completely fine

New Sensation

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Warnings: Abuse, toxic relationship, s3x work, soul contract, she/her pronouns, Reader is also a spider demon, insinuated sex between Valentino and Reader, daddy kink, groping, lots of crying.

A/N: Omg this is such a good idea. Nonnie ur amazing. Grab ur tissues, time to cry bitches.

You drew in a shuddering breath as you stood before the giant building. Once you did this, there was no turning back. You curled your fingers and rapped your knuckles against the door loudly. It took a few minutes but eventually the door opened, one of Valentino's handmaidens opening the door. "Please state your business". She said in her soft yet husky tone and you straightened. "I'm here to see Valentino, if he has a moment to spare." You said, trying not to give away how nervous you were. The woman tilted her head for a moment, as if she was thinking before opening the door widening. "He does. Please come inside". She stated before walking off. You followed her down the winding and twisting halls before the two of you came in front of another door. The woman knocked and a grumpy "come in" sounded from the other side. The woman opened the door and poked her head in. "Sir, you have a visitor." She said. Valentino raised a brow, lifting his head from his paperwork. "Well? Are you going to tell me who the fuck it is?" He spat and you pushed the door open more.

"Greetings sir. My name is (Y/N). I'm Anthony's little sister." You greeted before giving a bow. Valentino perked up and grinned slyly. "Oh I didn't know he had a sibling". He purred and it took everything in you to not clutch yourself with your spider limbs. "He's kept my presence a secret from you. He didn't wish for you to approach me with some... offer to work for you". You said, sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk. Valentino frowned and laced his fingers. "Then why are you here?" He demanded and you looked up. "I wish to trade places with my brother." You admitted, looking him straight in the eye. Valentino laughed loudly before realizing you weren't laughing. "Oh you're serious". He said in shock. "Yes sir, I am. My brother is a good man. He's trying to better himself. And he deserves that. But he can't while under your contract. So I offer a trade. Let my brother go and I'll take his place".

Valentino's antenna twitched and he smirked down at you. "What makes you think I'll let my prized star go?" He questioned and you bit your lip. "When Anthony leaves, his movies will become a rarity. A collector's item. You can auction his things for a high dollar, people can and will pay thousands of dollars for them. And when everybody's in their frenzy of getting the last bit of Angel Dust. You can bring in me. A new face, a new star. His little sister. They'll go crazy. It'll be like having Angel Dust back. But younger. More innocent. Filled with so much potential". You had practiced this. You knew your deal was a juicy one. Valentino mauled your words over before grinning at you again. "Deal."

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"I can't believe it!" Angel Dust said, he was laughing and crying. "Valentino. He... He said he's letting me go! Said a new soul came along, made him a deal he couldn't refuse. And all they asked for, was my freedom." He was thanking his lucky stars for whoever did this for him. "That's so amazing, Angel! You can finally work on redemption now! Like... full time without worrying about Val." Charlie said, her eyes practically sparkling from how excited she was for him. "If anybody deserves it, it's you baby". Husk said affectionately before kissing his cheek. "Good for you. As much as I enjoy suffering, Valentino is a despicable bug. It's good to see you free." Alastor said with a twirl of his cane.

The next few months were filled with happiness. Angel had agreed to show his face for the auctions but other than that, he kept his distance from Val. He began to live, to thrive. It was the best moment of his life. Until it wasn't.

"Hey has anybody seen (Y/N)?" Charlie asked, a frown tugging at her lips. Angel Dust sat up, thinking about the last time he had actually seen you. "Yeah now that I think about it. I haven't seen her in ages..." Vaggie said in thought, looking up from her task of sharpening her spear. "Here, let me call her." Charlie muttered, calling your number and putting the phone on speaker. "Charlie, hey! Look, I'd love to talk but I'm at work right now." You said, your voice hushed. "Oh come on! We haven't seen you in ages! Can you maybe ask for the night off?" She begged, pouting at the phone as if you could see it. Shouting was heard in the background. "Fuck. Shit. Look Charlie, if I can come over after work, I will. But I can't really talk right now." You said. You tried to hang up as quickly as possible but not before Italian curses could be heard. Nobody else seemed to pick up on it. But Angel Dust did. Oho did he notice.

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Back at the studio, Valentino had caught you on your phone and tossed you onto the floor. "I'm sorry! Look it was just Charlie. I didn't want her to worry. You know how she can be!" You said, crawling away slowly. Val growled, "Yes I do. Unfortunately." He spat. "Y-Yeah! So I just picked up and told her I couldn't hang out. That I had work and couldn't talk. That's all. I promise." You said, tone whiney but you tried to keep a smile on your face. Val scoffed and rolled eyes eyes. "Whatever. Now get back on that fucking bed and take this from the top. Movies don't make themselves, darling". He said before going to go sit in his directors chair. You swallowed thickly as three men stalked your way, each holding a different sex toy. Oh boy was this going to be a long night...

After shooting the porno to Valentino's satisfaction, you had been given permission to retreat to your room. You closed the doors and looked around the room. Anthony's old room... You wrapped the robe around you tightly, as if it could hide away all the new marks if you tied it tight enough to your body. Sitting in front of the vanity, you began to wipe your makeup off. Humming softly as you took care of yourself. You chugged some water before heading to the bathroom for a hot shower. You took your time washing your hair and spider fluff, washing away the days work. When you got out, you dried yourself off and wrapped yourself in a towel, ready to dress and maybe head over to the hotel. But as you stepped out and saw Val sitting on your bed, you knew that wouldn't be the case.

Val's long spindly arms reached out towards you and you automatically walked his way. Fingers pried away the towel to reveal your freshly cleaned, bare body. "Come to daddy". He cooed as he tugged you gently. You followed and sat on his lap, fingers brushing into his moth fluff. He hummed to himself, pleased with your obedience. "You did so well today, darling. I'm so proud of you. Please forgive me for getting angry with you earlier. Work can just stress me out sometimes". He spoke softly and you looked up at him, plastering a smile on your face. "I can't stay upset with you for long, daddy. You always make it up to me. All I can be is grateful." You cooed back and Valentino smirked down at you, fingers trailing closer and closer to your core. You shuddered and fought the urge to push him off of you. "Such a good pet. You're so good for me, aren't you?" He purred out, a hand going up to grope a breast, causing you to flutter your eyes and sigh against him. "Anything for you."

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The next day you managed to convince Val to let you go to the hotel. With a pout and a bat of your eyelashes, he crumbled and gave you the day off. You opened the door with excitement and called out, "Hey guys!" It wasn't long before mostly everybody had accumulated towards the front. You gave everybody hugs and smiles, catching up with Charlie and the others. But as Angel Dust watched you, he saw the details that the others didn't. The bags under your eyes, bruises on your arms, the way you only smiled with your mouth closed. "Hey (Y/N)?" He called out and you turned to look at him. "Can we talk? Alone?" Charlie and some of the others looked at each other and you sighed, picking yourself up and approaching him. "Of course, Ant. What's up?" But your older brother just grabbed your arm and drug you up to his room. After closing and locking the door he approached you and practically shoved his thumb in your mouth. You yelped in surprise as he pushed your lip up, wincing when he saw your new gold tooth.

"It was you? Wasn't it? Valentino's new soul... the one that got me my freedom..." He said, tears welling up in his eyes. You took a step back. "I'm so sorry, Anthony." You said, voice shaking. "But why? Why?! I worked so hard to keep you safe from that asshole and then you go and fuck it all up!" He yelled and you just pressed your lips together in a weak smile. "Because it's my turn to protect you Anthony." You replied, tears welling up in your own eyes. Anthony pulled you close, hugging you and crying into your shoulder. "You deserve happiness, Ant. You always took care of me and Molly when we were growing up. Now it's my turn to take care of you". You muttered, tears streaming down your face. Anthony picked his head back up, hands cradling your face as you gave him a sad grin. "Has he hurt you yet?" Anthony asked softly, already knowing the answer. You tried to choke back your sob but it didn't work. "Oh shit... He's already slept with you, hasn't he?" Anthony said in shock. "It's so bad, Ant. He's already laid hands on me. My body. I feel so dirty. I hate it. But I had to. I did it all for you, Ant. All for you." You sobbed as your whole body trembled.

"You're so fucking stupid". He sobbed back, running a hand through your hair. "I love you so much, Ant." You cried, hugging him tightly. The two of you sank to the ground, cradling each other and sobbing. "I love you too, sis".

This was sooooooo good. Omfg I loved writing this. I hope you enjoy this fix, Nonnie. I hope ya'll cry, this is angst for a reason.

[momodita]

snapshots. [—millions knives]

TAGS / WARNINGS: trigun stampede verse, no crash       au, gender neutral reader, possessive behavior,       plant mating cycles (implied aphrodisiac       effect), jealousy, implied predator/prey WC: 1,000 NOTE: buff knives save me. save me buff knives.

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“What do you think of Vash.”

Knives doesn’t ask questions—he makes demands. You’ve barely set the tray with his supper down before he speaks. This side of the ship is out of range of the hull’s lights. He’s facing away from the window, but even his reflection seems to stare. The air is noticeably sweet—almost unbearably so. Like honey.

“Good evening to you, too.” The tease comes first, reflexively. His nose wrinkles, expression testy. He’s confined himself to the ship’s residential sector all day: no wonder he’s extra irritable, you didn’t hear anyone else en route to his room.

“Answer me,” he commands.

You appraise him, pausing. His clothes are loose—as casual as he’ll allow himself. He looks no less ruffled than normal, but his body is poised: the eerily motionless outline of him stark against the midnight stretch of glass.

“We’re friends? I'm sure he would say the same.” You pull words with careful truth. Since childhood, Knives has stuck to Vash like glue. Rarely are they seen apart, except the occasions they fight and when duty pulls them to different sectors.

Vash is companionable and easy to approach; the same cannot be said for his brother. Yet over the years you’ve come to consider Knives somewhat of a close friend as well.

You tell him this—cheerful despite his mood—but he merely stares, expression pinched; unsatisfied. The honeyed air is so thick, you can almost feel the crawl of it in your lungs.

“You’re hiding something,” he insists, agitated. “That’s not all, is it?” He’s losing patience. You’ve no idea what inspired these questions, what he hopes to gain from asking them. Is he perhaps envious of his brother’s wide network of friends? In no lifetime would he care for tips on getting along with people. That’s how he's always been—a far cry from his personable, people-loving brother, but no less intelligent.

Head tilting, your confusion is obvious. “…What’s with the interrogation?” If you’d known he was in the mood to scrutinize, you wouldn’t’ve volunteered to bring his dinner.

“Answer me.” He steps forward, closing the short distance between you. Instinct tells you to flee, but it’s just Knives. He’s just Knives. “I’ve seen the way you look at him. How he dotes on you.”

Vash dotes on everyone. He supplies you snacks during long shifts, he cracks jokes that make you laugh, he listens to your worries, he keeps you company in the wee hours—but he does that with everyone. He’s let you nap in his room a couple times, but it’s closer than yours and you’ve been found dozing off in the kitchens. A bed is better than the floor.

“Knives, are you alright?” He’s got all the movement and concentration of a hunting animal. The kind you’ve seen from archived media. You take an instinctive step back.

He descends upon you like a wall. The years have been kind to his height and build: he closes the distance between you in just three strides. Fear blooms, unbidden and merciless—you think he’s going to hit you. But there’s a bruising pressure around your arm, his grapple like iron as his heaving chest presses against you—into you—forcing a hasty retreat until your heel knocks the door.

The movement pushes air from your lungs, and you realize late—much too late, far too late considering who you’re dealing with—that he is the reason for this sweet aroma. It fills your nose as he aligns your bodies together, all but squishing you into the cold steel.

“Stay,” he hisses. A wide, hot palm pressing into your hip. “Tell me what you think of my brother.” The hairs on your nape stand straight as he speaks against your temple. “All of it.”

(The other crew members had seemed apprehensive. One suggested to wait for Vash so he could do it. But it’d gotten too late. There was no guarantee he’d come back. They’d been apprehensive, but maybe… maybe not for the reason you initially thought.)

“You’re not for him,” he’s saying, sounding almost delirious. “You’ll never be for him.”

“I’m not for anyone!” Alarmed by his strength—his unwillingness to release you, struggling is an easy choice. “Knives, let’s think rationally—”

“I am thinking rationally.” He looses a rough, clipped breath. Nerves splinter a fierce trail down your spine when his face presses into the length of your throat.

“You’re not.” It’s useless to admonish him in this state: he listens to nothing. Not logic, not facts, not even Rem. “Knives, let me—let me get Vash. I’ll get Vash and we can—”

The teeth are a surprise. They scrape up your throat—a ragged breath flickers down your esophagus, fingers jumping up to fist into the material of his shirt. The heat of his body is unrelenting. The saccharine smell is so violently potent. It makes your knees oddly weak.

“You’re mine.”

…What?

You nearly go limp against him—the shock saps you of any fight. He’s acted this way a handful of times before. The memories are finally resurfacing: being easily aggravated, making impossible childish demands. It happens infrequently, but on a schedule. And this syrupy fragrance… you’ve experienced it before in a diluted form: years ago, when Vash had been red-faced and forced to tell you about certain cycles—

“Knives, this smell isn’t—don’t tell me you’re—”

“You came to me willingly,” Knives breathes, rough and low. His markings begin pulsing with light. His mouth is hot and wet as it moves over your rabbiting pulse. Hungry. “You knew.”

Oh. Oh no.

“I came to deliver your food,” you protest, muffled into his chest as his arms tighten, squeezing you against him. He looses something like a growl into the dip of your shoulder, rubbing his face there. “Knives,” you plead.

Distant thundering footsteps approach. His eager fangs are sharp—they threaten to break skin. And you, for all your struggle, cannot muster the coherence to protest.

[seungvocado]

Break Ground [Part 3]

υ´• ﻌ •`υ — Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

υ´• ﻌ •`υ — Content/Trigger warning: Step brother!Seungmin, Step sister!Reader, Fem!Reader, Slow burn, Slight angst, Kind of Cheating (?), Possessive Seungmin, Jealous Seungmin. [Let me know if I miss out any!]

υ´• ﻌ •`υ — Sypnosis: Y/N who is secretly in love with her Seungmin - even before they were step-siblings, navigates the complexities of their relationship. Unspoken feelings escalates when she dates another boy to distract herself from Seungmin.

υ´• ﻌ •`υ — Master list - Break Ground (mini series)

υ´• ﻌ •`υ — 18+ work! MDNI! Ageless/blank blogs will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog.

After the gruelling weeks of finals, Y/N and her friends were ready to let loose. The collective sigh of relief at the end of their last exam quickly turned into excited chatter as they planned a night out. They decided on dinner first, followed by a visit to a local bar where they could finally unwind after weeks of stress and sleepless nights.

The dinner was lively, filled with laughter and shared stories of their exam experiences. But it was at the bar where things truly began to spiral. They ordered drinks, played games, and cheered each other on as the night progressed. Y/N found herself drinking more than she usually would, the alcohol working quickly to loosen her inhibitions. Her boyfriend was by her side, trying to convince her to slow down, even helping her drink when she lost a game.

At one point, Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, her vision blurring as she felt his hand gently run through her hair. It was comforting, and for a moment, she allowed herself to relax, letting the noise of the bar fade into the background.

But then, one of her friends suggested a game of truth or dare. The group, already buzzed and in high spirits, eagerly agreed. When it was Y/N’s turn, she chose dare, laughing as she waited for the challenge. The dare she received, however, was far from funny.

“I dare you to call one of your family members and ask them how many times you should fuck your boyfriend tonight,” her friend said, giggling mischievously. The others joined in, egging her on despite the obvious discomfort on her boyfriend’s face.

“That’s a bad idea,” her boyfriend whispered to her, trying to take her phone away. “Let’s skip this one.”

But Y/N, already a few drinks in, was feeling bold and reckless. Before he could stop her, she had already dialled a number, her finger hovering over the call button for a moment before she pressed it.

The phone rang, and Y/N waited, half expecting it to go to voicemail. But then, someone picked up on the other end.

“Y/N? Where are you? Why aren’t you home yet? It’s late,” came the familiar voice, stern and concerned.

Y/N’s breath hitched slightly, her drunken mind struggling to process the situation. But the dare was still echoing in her ears, and before she could think better of it, she blurted out the question. “How many times… should I fuck my boyfriend tonight?”

There was a tense silence on the other end of the line. Her friends around her laughed, though some were starting to realize the gravity of what had just happened. Her boyfriend looked horrified, his face paling as he recognized the voice on the other end.

“Y/N,” the voice over the phone was calm, dangerously so, “hand the phone to your boyfriend. Now.”

The seriousness in the person’s tone cut through Y/N’s haze, but she was too disoriented to fully grasp what was happening. She handed the phone over without thinking, and her boyfriend reluctantly took it.

Y/N watched as her boyfriend listened to whatever the person over the phone was saying, his face growing more ashen with each passing second. He tried to stammer out a response. Her boyfriend, pale and visibly shaken, fumbled with the phone before hanging up. He looked around the bar, clearly distressed and unsure of what to do next. His eyes darted around, trying to find a solution as Y/N’s friends continued to laugh and jeer, oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

It wasn’t long before Seungmin made his entrance. He moved through the crowded bar with a purposeful stride, his presence commanding attention. His expression was one of intense focus and barely contained anger. The moment he spotted Y/N and her boyfriend, he headed straight for them.

Y/N’s boyfriend saw Seungmin approaching, and his face went even whiter. He tried to shield Y/N, stepping in between her and Seungmin, but the effort was futile. Seungmin, his eyes cold and unyielding, quickly took control of the situation.

“Y/N, we’re leaving,” Seungmin said firmly, his voice cutting through the noise of the bar.

Y/N, her mind still foggy from the alcohol, blinked at him in confusion. Seungmin’s presence, though imposing, was a comfort she didn’t fully grasp in her current state. He gently but firmly guided her away from the bar, his grip steady and reassuring.

Her boyfriend, looking relieved but also scared, tried to protest. “I didn’t mean for—”

“Save it,” Seungmin interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. “You’ve done enough.”

With that, Seungmin led Y/N out of the bar, his arm wrapped securely around her. The cool night air hit Y/N’s face as they stepped outside, and she began to realize the full extent of what had happened. Seungmin’s familiar scent filled her senses, a mix of clean linens and something uniquely him.

As they reached the car, Seungmin opened the door for Y/N and helped her inside, his touch gentle despite his stern demeanour. Once she was settled, he climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine, the car’s interior a cocoon of quiet.

Y/N glanced over at Seungmin, noticing the tension in his shoulders and the tight grip on the steering wheel. Despite her inebriation, she could sense the depth of his concern and the barely restrained anger.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, her voice slurred and filled with regret. “I didn’t mean—”

Seungmin cut her off with a soft sigh, his eyes fixed on the road. “It’s okay, Y/N. Let’s just get you home.”

The drive was quiet, the only sounds being the hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of the wind. Y/N leaned against the window, feeling a mix of shame and gratitude. Seungmin had come through for her in a way she hadn’t expected, and the reality of her actions hit her harder with each passing mile.

When they finally arrived home, Seungmin helped Y/N inside, his touch gentle but firm. As he guided her to her room, he remained silent, his face a mask of concern and frustration.

Y/N, feeling the weight of the night’s events, looked up at him with a mixture of apology and something else—an acknowledgment of the unspoken bond between them. “Thank you,” she whispered as he helped her into bed.

Seungmin nodded, his eyes softening slightly. “Just… be careful, okay? I’m not always going to be around to save you from your own mistakes.”

With that, he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Y/N lay in bed, the events of the night replaying in her mind. The realization of how deeply Seungmin cared for her, despite their complicated relationship, was both comforting and unsettling.

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Y/N stirred in her bed, she’s not sure how long she has stayed in bed, the events of the night replaying in her mind. The image of Seungmin's stern, concerned face haunted her. Unable to shake off the mix of shame and lingering emotions, she found herself unable to sleep.

Y/N suddenly remembered that their parents are both out of town, which explains why her mom was not up waiting for her when she and Seungmin returned home. The weight of what had transpired pushed her from her bed, her movements unsteady as she made her way down the hallway to Seungmin’s room. She crept quietly, her steps barely making a sound as she approached his door. The house was dark and silent, the only light coming from the faint glow of the streetlights outside. With a deep breath, she pushed open the door to Seungmin's room. Seungmin, already in bed and seemingly deep in thought, was jolted awake by the slight creak of the door. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw Y/N standing there, her posture hesitant yet determined. “What are you doing?” Seungmin asked, his voice a mix of concern and confusion. He sat up, trying to make sense of the situation. Y/N, still slightly intoxicated and driven by a tumult of emotions, moved closer to him. She climbed onto the bed and, despite her state, was handsy with him, her touch lingering and desperate. “Seungmin…” she murmured, her voice slurred but filled with longing. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” Seungmin’s expression shifted from shock to something more guarded. He gently pushed her hands away, trying to maintain control over the situation. “Y/N,” he said firmly but gently, “are you here because you didn’t get to… be with your boyfriend tonight?” Y/N mewled, a soft, almost feline sound of need. Her eyes, still clouded with intoxication, looked at him with a mix of vulnerability and desire. “No,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… I haven’t had any intimacy with him before. I just need you, Seungmin. Only you.” Seungmin’s heart raced, torn between his own emotions and the responsibility he felt toward her. He knew how dangerous it was to act on these feelings, especially with Y/N’s current state of mind. But hearing her confession, seeing her so exposed and vulnerable, was almost unbearable. “Y/N,” he said softly, his voice trembling slightly, “you need to think clearly. This isn’t the right time. You’re not in the best state to make decisions right now.” But Y/N shook her head, her eyes pleading. “No, please… I need you. I know you care for me. I can feel it.” Seungmin took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He gently but firmly took her hands in his, holding them away from him. “You’re not thinking straight right now. We need to talk about this when you’re sober and fully aware of what you’re saying.” Y/N’s expression shifted from pleading to hurt, but she slowly nodded, recognizing the truth in his words. “Okay,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible. “I’ll wait.” Seungmin helped her settle onto his bed, covering her with the blankets. He sat beside her, his own emotions a chaotic mess as he struggled to maintain his composure. The room was silent except for the soft sound of Y/N’s breathing and Seungmin’s deep, steady breaths. As Y/N’s eyes grew heavy with sleep, Seungmin remained by her side, his mind racing. The night had revealed more than he had intended, and the boundary between them had shifted in ways he wasn’t prepared for. He knew he had to be careful, both for Y/N’s sake and his own. The complexity of their feelings was becoming increasingly apparent, and navigating this new terrain would require careful consideration and restraint.

[blackgirl-galactica]

Astro Observations by Claude 👾💓🚀

Please do not steal without credit. This is the work of TarotLadyTalks LLC.

Hey! This is just my personal views based on what I studied and the people I interacted with, and any common themes therefore.

- Sagittarius placements may be slow to commitment because they have seen others commit to something (marriage, having children, etc) and saw how these same people may have been struggling and were in over their heads. We also have to remember that Sag risings have Saturnian 2H (values, tangibility) and 3H (rationale) houses in Capricorn and Aquarius. If they do decide to settle, it’s after alot of careful consideration and thought. No need to do something you’re unsure of.

-Libras are so misunderstood because a lot of people expect them to be fierce like their sister sign Aries. Yet, Libras show their teeth when something is undeniably messed up. If you got a Libra (reasonably) mad at you, check your perspectives.

-I’ve seen a few Gemini placements and Leo placements who look decades younger than they are. When I asked what routine they had, a similar answer was to just not take life so seriously and find ways to have fun and let the stress go. And they do! These placements do not let age define them!

-Pisces placements do have some of the highest emotional intelligence I have seen in the zodiac when they go through the proper emotional healing. Speaking of healing, try to visit the ocean more often if you can Pisces. You are represented by the ocean after all.

-Please do not ask a Plutonian person to be the bigger person. That only fuels them more to not be the bigger person 😂😂😂😂.

-Kinda an observation but also a question. I wonder if Moon-Pluto aspects have noticed or discovered they have a mom or other ancestors who have been occult practitioners? I have a Moon-Pluto conjunction and I discovered my mom read tarot!! 🤯

-Saturn in the 5th house may struggle with just having fun. Like, a fun day doesn’t have to be planned to the tee. Just let the day take you. Same for Mercury in the 5th (if you’re on the Virgo side).

-Aries/Mars/Capricorn/Saturn in the 4th house life may get better once you leave home. If you can’t right now definitely take your time. Spirit has your back 💓.

-If you ever met someone and you can’t stop thinking of them or you feel like they should be in your life for a reason, check to see if y’all have 8th house synastry or 8th house composite placements. Also check the rulers of the 8th. I wouldn’t say 12th house because I feel like 12th house synastry/composite may cause more of a “whatever 🤷🏾‍♀️” vibe. Or at least what I’ve seen/experienced.

-If you feel safe around someone and don’t know why, check the 4th house and moon placments in synastry/composite. 🌙

-If you feel like you don’t resonate with degree theory, check the 12th part of your placements! Me and a couple buddies did this and it was soooo accurate. If you want a blog post going into detail about it I’ll surely do it, but for now you may just want to google it. And here’s a nice beginners resource: https://sevenstarsastrology.com/twelfth-parts-introducingdodecatemory-signs/

See ya later!!!

Claude 🚀🚀

[thelightsandtheroses]

seven: me and the devil, walking side by side

Your Hand In Mine | Joel Miller x female reader.

Chapter summary: an unwelcome visitor brings everything to a head Chapter warnings: Reader is a single parent to a teenager, mentions of breakups, discussions of cults/religious movements and violence within these, threat of a gun, tension, lightly implied panic attack/anxiety, 18+ blog mdni, Notes: Chapter title i

s from Me and the Devil, originally by Gil-Scott Heron but I have both this and the Soap&Skin version on my playlist for this fic. Thanks for all of your patience with this chapter. It’s a big one! Word Count: 5.4k

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You’ve been through breakups before. It’s nothing new. Usually you like to be the one to leave before you can be left. That takes out some of the salt in the wound.

Your separation from Joel hurts though. It physically hurts.

Your chest aches, your eyes sting, you miss him. Every small detail brings Joel to you; a flannel shirt, the soap everyone in Jackson.

You’re not sure if it’s because you’ve distanced yourself from a good man - and aren’t those rare to find?- or the impending fear of The Junction. Perhaps it’s both.

On the moments that Joel is not haunting you, your past is.

Beau once asked you whether you were sure that breaking up with Joel was a good idea, if it would perhaps be better to bring him on side. That’s Beau; a survivor, pragmatic to his core.

You can’t quite find the words to voice what it would have meant to you to tell Joel. You still feel complicit somehow in everything that Ethan did, you realised too late, you didn’t stop him. There’s too much shame ingrained in your body for you to tell Joel.

The pain of the breakup feels like a suitable punishment.

“Anything?” you ask Beau as you sip your tea in the kitchen.

Beau shakes his head wearily. “No sign on anyone yet.” He pauses. “If I had to say anything though, it’s almost too …. clean. There’s no sign of anyone, sweetheart, anyone or anything.”

“They’re cleaning their tracks?”

“Probably.”

“Shit. We should leave.”

“We’re better off here than out there,” Beau replies calmly, “‘sides, we can’t just haul Gabe off in the middle of the night now. He’ll ask questions.” There’s an unspoken question - will you ever tell your son the truth?

“I hate this.”

“Me too. We’re going to get through this though.”

“Are we?”

“Of course.”

“Who were you patrolling with?” you ask, eager to change the subject.

Beau shifts uncomfortably. “Just -”

“Joel?”

He nods. ‘Did he notice the clean-up?“

“Things like that don’t get past him. He’s … aware of techniques like that.” probably for the same reasons as Beau. Their chequered histories made them survivors and in some strange kept people they love safe - Ellie for Joel, Sean and you for Beau. “We both commented on it. Joel doesn’t know about the junction though, he’ll assume it’s more like raiders. He wants to raise it in the town meeting tonight - I think he’d mention it sooner if it was more than just a theory. Maybe that can work to our advantage though.”

“How?”

“Well, if he says to Maria then she’ll probably put a stop to traders for a bit. That might protect us a little longer if Jackson’s more closed. It’ll give us time to decide on what we’re doing.” Beau smiles at you. “You and Sean, you’re not alone in this. You, Gabriel, Sean and me … we’re sticking together.”

You nod, sniffing loudly. You won’t cry, you won’t.

“There’s a trader in,” Esther says casually, smiling as you look up from your books.

It’s probably nothing, it’s probably just one of the usual traders who passes through Jackson, but that doesn’t explain why your blood is turning cold and your palms are sweaty.

“A trader? One of our usuals?”

“No, no, never seen him before.”

“Oh, really?” you ask, schooling your expression as much as you can. “What does he look like?”

“Not as good looking as Joel Miller, how you let a man like that go, I will never know.” Esther sighs and you remember that when Joel first came to town, Tommy had been trying to match the two of them. It hadn’t lasted long. You’d asked Joel about it once but he’d been polite, a southern gentleman to a tee so you knew even if there was a story, it wasn’t one you’d hear any time soon.

“Well, I’m sure he’d be heartened to hear your support on that. So, the trader?”

“I don’t know, he had dark hair and he - he had presence, a slight limp though.”

“A limp?”

“Uh huh. Shame really, and some burns but other than that …. he seemed real friendly, had a Victorian doll for trade too, might have some things for your boy. I heard a rumour about coffee.”

You walk past Esther, barely letting her complete her sentences before you’re heading out of the library.

Beau’s on the way to the hall. He’s in the stables and you can see him chatting with Ellie as you approach them.

“Hey Beau, Hi Ellie,” you say, walking in and smiling broadly. You think it’s a normal, false smile but by Beau’s expression, and Ellie’s, you’ve failed miserably. “Beau, there’s a trader at the community hall, want to go check it out?”

Beau looks at you and you hope he’s noticed how you said trader, how you all but winked and raised an eyebrow at the gesture.

“Oh, really?”

“We were talking about trading some of our old stuff soon, right? From back when?”

He definitely understands now. “Of course. Ellie, it was real nice talkin’ to you.”

Before you can leave, Ellie grabs you arm. “Wait, can you just wait a moment?”

No, you think, but it’s Ellie and you’ve already let her down so many times recently, that you nod. “Catch up in a moment, Beau?”

“Okay. I’ll be outside.” If you know, he’ll probably be working on a plan, just in case. He’ll be looking for signs of more of them. You and Sean told him about Ethan’s strategies, about his plans if that first gated community failed.

Ellie looks worried, her arms are folded around herself and it reminds you she’s still just a child, only fifteen. Younger than your own son.

“How are you doing, Ellie?”

“I’m sorry, okay?”

“You’re sorry?”

“Yeah, over the whole arm thing and the accident. I know it made you and Joel argue and then - and then you broke up. I know it’s-”

“Ellie, it was nothing to do with that,” you say vehemently, “Nothing at all about you. I promise.”

“Then why? I thought you liked him?”

“I did.” You do.

“I’ll never understand any of this,” Ellie laments, shaking her head. “Why not just - why’d you come into our lives just to do this then?”

You would have preferred it if she hit you. “I never wanted to hurt you, or Joel. I promise that. I’m - I have to go, Ellie, but I - we can talk more.”

“‘S no point. Unless, is there?” Ellie looks up hopefully.

You shake your head, digging your hands into your pockets. “Take care, Ellie.”

You have to get to the hall, you have to hope your fears are unfounded.

You can’t feel your fingers.

You know.

There are fresh flowers on each table in the hall; it’s a simple gesture, one that intimates the security, the homeliness of Jackson. It’s a place where you can do that again, it’s about living not surviving.

It clashes with the raging survival instinct in you, the fear that your home isn’t as safe as you hoped. The knowledge that everything is about to come crashing down.

What if they’ve already infiltrated? What if there’s been a Junction spy reporting back for months? They would despise you for what you did. They would demand your blood. But what if he …

You look over at the crowd around the trader and begin moving forward with Beau, each step in sync, his presence an unspoken crutch.

You hope you’re wrong about this.

He is not who you remember. That is the first thing you think when you see him. His hair is longer now with his limp, thinning dark locks tied back in a scraggly ponytail. There are more lines on his face, a vicious burn on one hand and you know underneath his clothes will be the hidden scars you left him with - you missed the first time. The second time you hit his leg though.

His eyes widen with delight when he sees you walk into the building. “You,” he exclaims, “At long last, we meet again.”

In your imagination, this scene always was more obviously like a horror film. In your nightmares, you’d be bleeding, taken, surviving once more. The scene was always in some abandoned warehouse, cabin or barn too.

You watched too many movies growing up.

However, you could have never expected this moment would happen in Jackson’s community hall. You could never have expected there would be an audience either. People are still milling around, looking at his potential wares, going about their day like the world hasn’t just ended once more. You want to scream at them, you want to call the insanity of this situation out but your feet are rooted to the floor with thick tendrils of fear holding you in place.

You notice Joel and Tommy at one table. Joel’s eyes look confused as he seems to gauge your expression.

You can see Sean standing near Maria. Sean looks so uneasy; almost grey, and you cannot imagine how your friend is feeling right now, you know he suffered in his own way at The Junction. His face is calm though, he’s planning, waiting for the right moment. You recognise the way his hands are shoved into his jeans pocket though, the way his eyes move wildly around the room when he thinks no one is looking at him.

Your legs feel shaky but you refuse to lean against Beau, to show any weakness in this situation. This situation has been a long time coming.

It’s been seventeen years. You are not who you were then. You have been shaped by him and the Junction, that is true, but you’ve become your own person again. Each tragedy, each win, each memory has sculpted who you are at this moment, has trained you for this moment.

Beau whispers your name, gives you choices on how you play this. He’s on your side, that’s clear, that’s beyond question. Part of you wants to hand the situation over to him, to let Beau deal with it while you bury your head in the sand once again.

That’s not possible though.

You wonder if it’s only the four of you who are aware of the tension at this moment. It’s a secret that your neighbours and friends can’t see, that you never wanted them to see.

And Joel -

Everyone is in danger now.

“Hi honey,” Ethan says loudly with a smile, “It’s been a while. Why don’t you come on over and say hi to your husband now?”

His words have the desired effect; everyone stops, everyone stares, heads moving in a ripple of movement throughout the hall.

Next to Sean, Maria’s smile fades and her face hardens. You hear the hushed whispers around you as they realise Ethan is looking and talking to you.

It’s Joel you want to look at though. You feel drawn to him like Orpheus, knowing you can’t look and desperate to all at once. You remember how he was unable not to turn around in those Greek myths, how you’d argued in class it was foolish and inevitable all at once.

Is this you now? Are you the damned, foolish one? Is your failure, your doom, inevit

Seeing Ethan solidifies everything; Joel is the person you love, the man who loved you and you have lost him because of your secrets and past, in a foolhardy attempt to protect Gabriel.

Gabriel. He’s nowhere to be found as you look around you and you’re grateful for that. You can protect him for just a few more minutes.

Instead of your son, instead of Ethan, you finally allow yourself to glance at Joel. Joel’s face is pulled into a frown and he looks … hurt. You’ve hurt him once again.

You can imagine his thoughts right now - he’ll be wondering why he bothered to trust you, how you hid this from him and why.

“I -” you stutter words, your mouth opening and closing without making any sense. You exhale slowly. “How’s your leg?”

Sean bursts out laughing. It’s a strange, mangled giggle borne of surprise and worry that immediately stops as people look at him.

“So how’s that how we’re playing things, huh?”

“This isn’t a game, Ethan.”

“Isn’t everything you do a game?”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t - you were married, you were married to him?” Tommy exclaims, looking at Joel and then you in the vain hope one of you will provide an answer. There’s an unspoken conversation between the two brothers, one clearly Tommy isn’t happy about. “Who is he?” Tommy says your name in a low voice, imploring you to confide in him.

“He shouldn’t be here, he needs to leave.”

“I need to leave?” Ethan asks, an unreadable expression on his face. “So you haven’t told them anything about who you really are then? They don’t know there’s a fox in the chicken coop?” He says your name, tutting with disappointment.

Whispers carry around you like leaves in the wind. You’re not sure what people are thinking right now. You’ve been too quiet, too secretive, it would be easy to wonder who you really are. In another world, maybe this is who would have been - his dutiful wife and spy.

You notice Maria saying something quietly to Tommy, how the two of them are subtly clearing the hall of bystanders. Joel is staring between you and Ethan with a blank face.

Do they think you’re a victim or the perpetrator in this scenario? You notice Beau take the smallest step forward, readying himself for something.

“I don’t think this conversation is serving our community right now,” Maria says flatly.

“Hey Joel,” you hear a familiar voice call. ”Has the trader got anything good? You better not have traded like half of everything you own for coffee again. I honestly don’t get the whole coffee thing anyway, it tastes like burnt- ” Ellie’s voice breaks off.

Your heart races as Ellie, Jesse and to your horror Sean walk into the community hall, completely oblivious to what’s happened but seemingly starting to realise that something is going on.

“Not now, Ellie,” Joel gruffly says.

“What’s uh -” Ellie breaks off.

Ethan is staring at Gabriel and your heart sinks. For sixteen years, you have convinced yourself that Gabriel doesn’t look like Ethan, that there’s no passing resemblance at all.

There is though.

You see it now and it feels like a glaring beacon, another lie come home to roost. A truth you couldn’t avoid forever. He’s yours, you know that, but together in the same room you can see the similarities.

“Mu-” Ethan begins warily, noticing the tension around the room. He looks alert, worried, ready to do whatever is necessary. That’s how it is in this world - you have drummed survival into him from an early age. It feels antithetical though, that the child you want to protect and nurture knows how to fight, how to endure this world you placed him into.

Sean immediately takes a step towards him, but Joel’s there first, a strange look in his eyes. “You need to go home, all of you. Now.”

“But -”

“No arguments, Ellie.” His tone is firm. To anyone else, they would think him a strict parent, a firm, resolute man who accepts no arguments. You can hear the worry though, the slight fear in his voice that Ellie is here. That you have endangered her. Endangered everyone.

“Ergh,” Ellie says but she holds her hands up and takes a step backwards exit with Jesse. She looks over at you and then Ethan and then Gabriel, a frown forming on her face and then she pauses.

“Well, isn’t today full of revelations,” Ethan says in a wonderstruck tone. “It’s curious. He really does look -”

“Oh fuck off.”

It’s enough though. Those few words and you realise Gabriel is putting things together. The betrayal and fury in his eyes eviscerates you.

You look at the ground, hearing the shudder of your breath. No. No.

“Holy shit,“ you hear Ellie mumble under her breath.

“Ellie!” Joel says, the desperation starting to become clearer.

How much does our -” Ethan continues.

“Ethan, shut the fuck up and just go,” Sean interrupts.

“You’ve got braver on the outside. It’s a shame you showed none of this in the Junction when -”

“Thank you for stopping by,” Maria says, her voice even and cool, “It’s time you head on out now though.”

Joel clasps Gabriel’s shoulder so he can’t pass, can’t get any closer to the chaos around you.

“Leave, huh? Well, I think that perhaps you’re mistaken. I didn’t just come here for my son after all.” Ethan sighs. “It’s been a hard winter.”

Joel tightens his grip on Gabriel’s shoulder. Beau and Tommy exchange a look.

You wish you had a weapon, had something to stop this.

You shouldn’t have missed the first time, you shouldn’t have aimed for his leg the second time either.

“So, how many settlements have you been through now?” Sean asks in a nonchalant tone. “I think after two or three, it really says more about -”

“The Junction goes where it is needed. I have heard it is needed here.”

“We don’t need the Junction here,” you say quietly. “No one needs that.”

“You’d rather be damned?”

“If the alternative is an eternity with you, with pleasure,” you say icily.

You hear a slight snort of laughter and turn to meet Joel. He’s still resting a hand on your son’s shoulder, but he’s looking at you. He nods, a subtle gesture anyone else might have missed but that fills you with relief.

You might get through this.,

“You got your fire back, I’d almost forgotten. Now, what was it you used to say when we discussed this. When we discussed what to do about reluctant participants, people who didn’t know they needed to be saved? You remember this is the nice way? It could have been very different after all, but I am here offering magnanimous absolution, even to you.”

“I don’t need your absolution. I don’t need anything from you but for you to go now. For you to leave this settlement, leave these people alone. That’s what all of them need, to be away from you.”

“You think it’s right that they’re here without the Junction’s Word, but maintain all these resources while your own-”

“Leave. While you can,” you say flatly.

“Do these people even know you?”

“You need to go, Ethan, now,” Sean says firmly. “We said we don’t need the Junction here. This can end amicably.”

“Amicably?”

“Yeah, no need for it not to, right? Democracy over depravity - that’s the Junction’s way, right? The old ways, the right ways as you used to call it.” Sean’s face twists into a tormented grimace at those words.

Beau scowls and you realise that while you’ve kept the Junction in a box for seventeen years, Sean hasn’t. He has told Beau, he has talked about it. It’s you who has been stuck.

“You dare speak of the ways when you -“

“Just go, now. Sean’s right,” you say firmly.

“Amicably, is that what he said?” Ethan asks, regarding you again with a scornful expression that turns your blood so cold, you’re amazed you’re not exhaling ice. “Amicably.”

“Ellie, all three of you, I am not playin’” you hear Joel say in a deadly tone.

The three teenagers make a move to leave, relief flooding your veins as you gratefully nod at Joel.

Gabriel is the last to leave, he hangs back until Joel nods at him firmly, but as he moves to the door - he’s almost gone, he’s almost safe - there’s a sound.

“Nope,” Ethan says coldly, “He stays.”

You look at Ethan, at the gun in his hand, pointed directly at you.

“Mum?” Gabriel asks, his voice shaky.

“I thought Eugene fucking searched the traders,” Joel yells at Tommy or Maria, or perhaps you or Beau. All you can see is the barrel.

You’ve always known how this is ends for you.

“You should leave now,” Joel says in a deadly tone. For a moment you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or Ethan. You spin around, meeting his gaze desperately.

His hand on Gabriel is firm enough to stop him from either fleeing or running towards Ethan. You notice the way his muscles are slightly tensed, not too tight, but you make out his vein snaking down his arm.

You’ve mentally prepared for a dozen reactions to what is going on around you: disgust, hatred, pity, but you didn’t expect what meets you. Joel’s face is steely, poised to fight but a flash of fear passes his eyes when you connect with them. He is afraid for you, he is worried. There is no hatred, no disgust, nothing you expected.

He is not asking for you to leave. He is trying to protect you.

It’s like a lead balloon in your stomach. Maybe, maybe you could have said something all this time ago.

“Trust me, she’s not worth it,” Ethan says conversationally. “This settlement, my son? Now those are different stories.

“Are there others here?” you ask suddenly as you piece more of the day together. You can barely recognise your flat voice, the way you’re not entirely in your own body any more. You’re existing, and now you know that because you’ve finally been living and now you know what that is, you’ll lose it all*. “Did they help you keep the gun?”* Someone could be here from the Junction and you need them gone too.

Ethan pivots, takes a couple of steps forward and turns around the room, observing the rapt, frozen crowd around you both. It transports you instantly to dusty rooms, to a younger, more vibrant man you thought wanted to do something good in the world. It takes you back to a place you wanted to belong in, to a time you believed and hung off every single word he said.

“Others?”

“Yes, are they already here?”

“Why would -”

“I know your plays, I know them all.”

“Do you?”

You stare blankly at him, raise an eyebrow slightly. “No. I thought I did, but I didn’t. I thought you were someone else.”

“I am the voice of -”

“You’re a tyrant, a hypocrite and a snake oil salesman all wrapped up. You don’t speak a word of truth and you never have.”

“I’m the vessel, and so is my -”

“If you speak about my son, I will rip you apart so violently it will make the infected look tame.”

“You didn’t have these teeth before. What a pity. It would have been useful.”

“Go.”

“We’re past that.”

You realise he’s right. He’s in Jackson now, this ends one of two ways. Tommy and Joel, they can’t let him leave like this. You can recognise the desperation in his eyes, the hunger, the plans and strategies.

“You’re my wife. I am not going without you and my son.”

“We’re staying here.”

“No. I’m not,” Gabriel says, “Not with her.”

“Gabriel, shut up,” Sean snaps uncharacteristically. “Just leave it now.”

“My son ”

“You want to talk about the Junction? Let’s talk about it then. Gabriel, did you want to grow up in a place that would kill you if you -” You zone out as Sean continues, unable to fully bear the full truth of life in the Junction being exposed to the people around you.

You remember being hungry so much, the fear of breaking a new rule or tenet that your husband came up with. You remember how the inclusive, welcoming commune it was supposed to be shifted. How it became radicalised, against any sign of difference or subversion of what Ethan thought a person should be like. You remember the sexism, the way your voice began to become quieter and quieter.

You remember that Ethan scared you, that his move to the Vessel was antithetical with everything you knew about him. How his words, his dreams became literal, how he looked like he hated you by the end. You remember the violence of the Junction, you remember the lack of excuses.

In some ways, in many ways, it was worse than Kansas.

“Did I physically harm you? Did I not lead you to salvation, to the tenets of hope?” Ethan asks, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“The tenets? The ones that started off just close enough to normal and then suddenly you decreed that women couldn’t wear trousers because it affected the crops, or that if I spoke unless spoken to it would damn me, or that declared you the sudden voice of hope, or a - they never held hope, your rules. Not for anyone but you. You were dangerous, you are dangerous. You harmed us all without laying a finger, that was the beauty of your plan, right?”

“You never said a word to stop me from this though, did you? In fact, you -”

“I’m not finished, Ethan. You’re not a good person, Ethan, and I will never regret keeping my son from your dangerous, frankly nonsensical shit. That’s being a parent. So tell us who’s inside, who’s helping you and maybe we can figure a way out for you to leave.”

“You and I know they won’t let that happen. Do you remember the plan for then?” He laughs then. “I’m leaving and i’m leaving with my son. He’s the future of the Junction.”

“There is no way in hell that will ever happen.”

“He wants to. I can see it in his eyes.”

“No, Ethan, you know how this is going to end.”

Ethan sighs and nods. You exhale shakily and then look up as you hear the sound of the gun load. “Then I’ll take you with me to the eternal life instead.”

You don’t shut your eyes. You don’t look down. You will not cower for him.

You wanted to live. You’ve had more years than you expected. You wish you had more. It was always going to end this way though.

He will have to look at you. You will not make this easy for him.

“No, Mum -” your son’s voice is enough to make you waver, but perhaps, perhaps everyone else can keep him safe. If Ethan kills you, maybe they’ll protect him. It’s fine.

It’s fitting.

It was always going to be this way.

You wish you were outside though. perhaps by your bench and that quiet sanctuary you found. You want to hear birdsong, feel the sun on your skin one last time. You want to breathe in the fresh air and remember that.

Maybe they can scatter your ashes on the bench.

The bench bought you so much - peace on nightmare ridden nights, Joel, the difference between surviving and living. If it wouldn’t make Ethan happy, you’d tell Gabriel that now, or Sean. It’s too much for Gabriel.

Perhaps Joel knows. You hope he does. You hope he doesn’t.

You’re sorry. So sorry these people you love have to see this, have to mourn you. You should tell Gabriel you love him one more time, but you don’t want to burden him.

There’s a sudden crash, you feel yourself hit the floor and you finally allow yourself to shut your eyes as the gun goes off.

You expect to feel pain, to feel warm or cold, or something. Instead there’s nothing.

There are hands around you, pulling you away, words - Joel? Is she hurt? Did it get her? Words fade in and out. Something’s gone wrong. This doesn’t feel like death.

You open your eyes.

Ethan is on the floor and unconscious. Joel is shaking his fist and Beau squeezes your shoulders before heading over to a shaken looking Sean. Next to him, your son stares at the floor.

“So yeah, we used to be in a cult,” Sean says, running a hand over his hair and shaking his head.

You hear an almost laugh, a polite but awkward acknowledgement, from maybe Tommy or Beau, but you’re still glued to the floor, still reeling from this day.

You feel eyes on you and look up to meet your son’s gaze. Gabriel looks at you as though he has never seen you before, through you in fact, and immediately runs out of the room.

“Wait, Gabriel.” You make a move to go after him, to explain. If you can just talk to him, then maybe it will be enough. You shouldn’t have avoided this, you should have told him this.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ve got him,” Sean says, moving quickly.

“Where do we put him?” you ask flatly, staring at the unconscious form in front of you.

“The jail,” Maria says quietly. “The jail, Joel.”

“Guess we’ll finally use it,” Tommy replies.

“He can’t stay,” Joel says. “Tommy, he’ll -”

“I know, brother, I know.” Tommy looks down and then at Maria whose lips are pursed.

“He tried us,” Maria says, “We have to do what we have to do.”

“I’ll handle it,” Joel says calmly, authoritatively. He isn’t looking at you and you feel ashamed of what you have bought into his life. Blood, anger, pain. He’s bought you peace and calm and love and this is how you repay him?

“Me too,” Beau replies calmly, examining his nails in a pseudo casual pose. “It won’t be a problem at all.”

The two of them each grab one of Ethan’s unconscious arms, dragging him outside and towards the bank. Beau nods at you on his exit.

They’ve left you. Sean and Gabriel are outside somewhere, Joel and Beau are gone and while Tommy and Maria are here, they are not your people.

You feel empty and numb. You brace the edge of the table and fight back the racking, great gasps of breath as shock courses through your body. You’ve been fighting tears, fighting back the fear and emotion of the past weeks.

It wasn’t just this moment, it wasn’t just today. It was the anticipation, the fear, the secrets that have lasted seventeen years.

“You need to let Gabriel, Sean and Beau stay,” you say, “I know you won’t want me here and I’ll go. I’ll go, but please let me see them from time to time. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry because I bought them here with my secrets and I’m sorry, Maria, please, please know that -” You cough, a sob Breaking through. “Please don’t make them leave too.”

“We’re not making you leave, we still want you here,” Maria says in a gentle voice. She’s looking at you in the same way as someone would a startled deer, trapped in the headlights. “We need to understand more - if you’re right, if there’s anyone here, what we need to worry about it, what this - this group could do. You can help though. And you’re not leaving. This is your home, you didn’t do anything -”

You feel warm, soft hands around you, hear soothing sounds as you finally allow yourself a moment to feel.

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Here's a fun scenario!!!

Basically, maybe in the beginning of season 1 or around Part 2, Nomura accidentally finds a relic that may have belonged to a demon, their demon art being able to control time. She keeps it in the museum for storage to be taken to the Janus Order for study.

Only for A. In events of "Waka Chaka" the relic is broken or activated and the demon uses it to escape to present Arcadia. Or B. After "A Battle of Two Bridges" a museum work mistakes the relic as a display piece and puts it up, leading to the same scenario.

But not just the demon is taken to Arcadia but also the Demon Slayers the had been chasing it, being Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu, and Inosuke.

The group is not only stuck in the modern era, but we're the land and language is so new and unfamiliar. Even more confusing is the boy in shining armor seemingly protecting some stone "demons".

(finally managed to answer an ask idk what's going on with my blog)

(update: I can answer this one only for now huhhhh anyway)

That's a fun scenario to think of! I also weighted the option of time traveling but didn't think to put a demonic relic 🤔 I once thought of having Yushiro being involved in the Trollhunters stuff starting off with his drawn portrait of Tamayo being hung in the museum (because it's one of his oldest painting and he used very old and antique painting set)

Your idea will be fun to explore! I'd imagine this being set at the option B because wohoo the CHAOS there would be so so messy.

Like in Jim's POV, he suddenly sees four unknown people stumble out of nowhere in eastern clothing and brandishing swords he recognizes as katanas (and the girl doesn't seem human???) and in Tanjirou's POV, he and his friends get transported into another world in the middle of a fight and what what are those demons they don't smell like demons wait WAIT INOSUKE I DON'T THINK THEY'RE DEMONS DON'T KILL THEM YET --

But everyone probably focuses more on the fact that they're people to protect, so Tanjirou and his gang try assisting Jim and the others despite the absolute confusion and language barrier.

The way Bular and the changelings and the goblins suddenly get overpower only by the appearance of four teenagers is bewildering like these kids aren't like Jim and Toby -- they CAN and WILL take lives. This makes Jim and Toby flabbergasted too as they watch the slayers actually don't hesitate in chopping limbs and aiming for the necks.

Surprise surprise Draal manages to have a quick but informative conversation with the slayers in the middle of the fight like he suddenly speaks fluently in Japanese (Nomura let out some Japanese curses as well) and it's a huge help to the others so they can have better coordination in fighting against Bular.

Once the bridge is down and the changelings are gone off sights, Jim and Toby have to stand as a shield of sorts between their troll friends and the slayers because suddenly the katanas are all pointed towards them.

" They don't smell like a demon. " Tanjirou says. " But they are vulnerable to the sunlight as well. "

" Drop your swords! They're not dangerous! " Jim can't help but to snarl. He's exhausted. Draal just has his right arm turned into stone and the others are not left unscathed from the battle.

These new incomers are powerful -- probably the strongest humans Jim has ever seen. They are warriors, he can tell. They have experiences. He's forever thankful that these slayers are on the good side at least.

" Do you eat humans? " The question is directed to the blue troll.

" No. " Draal answers in Japanese, his breath is heavy and tired.

The slayers exchange glances. Zenitsu can tell that there's nothing but truth in their claims. Nezuko doesn't seem alarmed as well. Inosuke decides to let his comrades lead the situation next. Then, they drop down their arms to their sides.

" So, " Toby looks around at the mess, " what now? "

This can probably be a very long one shot or some chapters. I imagine the slayers have to stay in the trollmarket (with Nezuko and all) because staying together is a better option. They'd try to explain what they work as and get accustomed to the modern world.

Inosuke absolutely loves the training ground, cackling as he dodges the swinging blades and leaping over moving tiles. Everyone gets another whiplash at seeing his beautiful face. Zenitsu jumps at every second a troll walks past him but he feels safer around Aaarrrgghh (cause he thought the gentle giant could shield him from danger).

Nezuko spends most of her time sleeping. She surprises some trolls with her strength. They compare her to gnomes, and this sparks out some angry rambling from Tanjirou who keeps claiming that she's a beau.

Tanjirou offers to help Jim in terms of stamina and muscle management with total concentration breathing. Their swordsmanship is different so there's that. Blinky thinks it'd be good to have Jim battling against an opponent with different style fighting and Tanjirou is yet to be defeated. He encouraged Jim and is very humble so he gets along with everyone.

This is all I can think of for now, but this is a joy and interesting idea to think of.