#but behind my back she said nasty shit about me to everyone else. have the decency to tell me about it

[fleurvi]

Omg could you do their reactions to their s/o having a Diva attitude

Attitude | Arcane x reader

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characters: ambessa, caitlyn, grayson, mel, sevika, vi

cw: caitlyns and sevika's are suggestive

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Ambessa Medarda

You better get your shit together. Ambessa doesn't have the time or patience for this attitude. If it's aimed at someone else, she rolls her eyes and lets you get on with it, but she will not tolerate it if it's directed at her. She demands respect from everyone, and that includes her partner.

“You better fix that attitude before your mouth gets you in trouble.”

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Caitlyn Kiramman

Caitlyn is turned on by it at first, but she can't tolerate it for long. Caitlyn is very short tempered, and your attitude will just rile her up and cause an argument between the two of you. If it's directed at someone else though, she's all for it. She likes watching you tell someone else off.

“You're so frustrating, but you're so hot when you argue with me.”

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Grayson

Are you insane? Don't even attempt to get away with an attitude. She's not as patient as she seems. She has absolutely zero tolerance for your divatude. How you conduct yourself in public reflects her. If you dare direct that attitude towards her, it's either take a punishment or go somewhere else.

“You better watch your mouth before I take matters into my own hands and teach you some manners.”

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Mel Medarda

Mel finds it amusing when it's not directed at her. Your sharp tongue excites her, and she feels inclined to back you up when need be. She'll always indulge and let you complain. However, if you try and sass her, it will result in an insult so subtle yet accurate that it lingers in the back of your head for the next week. She doesn't appreciate being on the receiving end of your bullshit. Overall though, she enjoys your attitude. She likes that you don't let people walk all over you.

“That's funny, Baby. I can't believe you said that to her.”

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Sevika

I genuinely think Sevika would be amused by it. She's a scary, tough woman and is completely unphased by your attitude. If it's directed at someone else, she'll stand behind you like a guard dog daring the object of your sass to argue back and give her a reason to fight. She likes it even more when directed at her; your fiery, combative attitude turns her on. She likes a bit of natural competition.

“Oh yeah? you wanna keep talking to me like that? Keep going, baby. We'll see if you can keep this attitude up when I've got you bent over.”

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Vi

Another one who finds it endearing. Except, unlike Sevika, Vi prefers watching you direct your attitude at other people. There's something about watching you verbally take someone down or give a nasty eye roll that riles her up. When it is directed at her, she's not intimidated; she can't stop thinking about kissing you to shut you up.

“Don't worry, baby, that guy totally deserved it.”

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[rewh0re]

─CUPID HIT ME WITH PRECISION ; ITOSHI RIN

-PURE FLUFF, 1.7k, enemies to lovers (more like harmless rivalry turned love), silly confessions, i ACTUALLY poured my whole being into this omg. I did proofread but if any mistake skipped my eye, forgive me:)

Rin liking you? Yea sure. As if you'd believe that.

Itoshi Rin was the absolute bane of your existence.

He was like some nasty weed growing in your otherwise perfect garden making the whole place just not very perfect.

Your friends would look at you, all bewildered and stunned as to how can someone despise the very lovable, the very endearing, the very handsome Itoshi Rin. All he actually ever did was mind his own damn business, didn't poke his nose into anyone's affair and just liked to keep to himself.

But you, you knew him. You knew him and his tendencies to criticise every living being on the planet for even breathing. His perfect facade lasted only so long until you actually talked to him. That is why most people liked him so, because he never actually talked to them.

You were assigned a project with him where you had to interview a certain group of people, and you could bet on your whole life that you had never come across someone as non cooperative as Rin. He kept flaking off due to "football practices." And he argued whenever he got the chance. He argued over the colours, the font, the whole project in general.

When the project was done and dusted and you thought 'oh, good riddance' he barged in again pointing out the little knick knacks about you.

He had friends, few in number but just as annoying by association or otherwise because why else would Isagi and Bachira just barge into your class during lunch and tell you that Itoshi Rin liked you.

"ITOSHI RIN LIKES WHO!?" your best friend quite literally dropped the wrap she was eating as the earth breaking, ground shattering news reached her ears.

Suddenly, your whole class stared at the source of the brand new, very juicy information in silence before breaking into whispers of shock and excitement.

You stared at the two peas for brains with your face twisted in disbelief because no, Rin is not physically or mentally capable of liking anybody. You out of all people? No chance.

"He likes you, y/n! You need to date him!" Isagi shook your frozen self as if trying to bring you back to earth.

"Ok first of all, calm down, everyone is staring and I don't like the whispers which are very audible by the way," you raised your voice towards the end of the sentence as you looked at the people in your class. They went back to their work in an instant.

"Second, good joke lol," you patted Isagi’s shoulder and resumed eating your lunch.

"It's not a joke, he likes you," Bachira announces, face pink with excitement,a wide grin on his face.

Before you could respond with probably something witty or disdainful about Rin, the bell rang and the boys scampered off to their class.

However much you wanted your life to be normal after that, it wasn't. There were whispers in the halls and they followed you everywhere you went. Whoever said that rumours spread like wildfire, was right. Especially in a high school where gossip hungry teenagers exist.

You passed by Rin several times after that, each time he'd look like he wanted to talk to you but said absolutely nothing. You did have maybe a few eye contacts and maybe just maybe you wondered what it would be like to date Rin, to hold his hand in yours and share kisses only to break out in hushed giggles afterwards. But you shook the thoughts away before they took over you completely.

"Can I talk to you?" You screamed as you felt a presence behind you. Slamming your locker shut, you turned around and hit the perpetrator who scared the actual living shit out of you.

"Don't scream, are you crazy?" Rin rubbed his shoulder which probably had become a little sore due to the impact of the hit.

"You snuck up on me!" You jabbed his chest.

"You hit me!" He rolled his eyes. God he was infuriating.

"You-" you started but were rudely interrupted instead.

"Yeah I know I'm annoying. You've mentioned. Now, back to my question. Can we talk?"

You stared at the towering boy suspiciously, "about what?"

"Follow me," with that he began walking, hands in his pocket and grandeur exuding from his stature.

"Hey!" He never answered your call leaving you no scope but to follow the boy in lead.

He had long legs which meant you were quite some paces behind him screaming at him to walk slower, garnering stares and laughs from certain students. He never listened. He kept going until you reached your school field. As academic classes were going to start, it was fairly empty, leaving behind a few pigeons and crows. The field was lined with some flowering trees, petals from which were scattered on the ground. Rin leaned on one of the barks and looked at you, in all your panting state, with his lazy eyes.

And then something happened. Such a once in a blue moon occurrence it was that you couldn't quite process it. You could swear you saw his lips turn upwards to form what was maybe a smile and you heard what could be the word cute. You probably were hallucinating from the speedwalking you had to go through to catch up with him.

"What did you just call me?" You asked for confirmation.

"I called you cute," he confirmed.

You didn't quite know how to reciprocate to that. It was new, it was rare but somehow, it was welcomed.

"So, I'm pretty sure that those idiots told you something about me? You know, with all the rumours?" And suddenly you noticed his hands. His fingers fidgeting with each other, his eyes cast upon the ground.

"Which idiots?" He spared you a momentary glance which said not to play with him right now. You smiled at his slight annoyance. A win is a win.

"Bachira and Isagi. They told you I liked you," he sighed as he rubbed his hand across his face and looked away.

"Yeah they did and I didn't believe them," you simply shrugged.

"Look, I'm not very experienced in the matter of love and relationships. I've never really felt any kind of strong feeling for anyone, especially love. It's very foreign to me," he gulped, eyes still on the ground.

"I know I was mean to you but I didn't know how else to approach you because honestly, I suck at small talk or deep talk or any kind of talk at all. I'm sorry I was not the kindest to you, I'm sorry I didn't show you that I hold feelings for you which at this point might be a little more than a crush. I'm sorry you had to hear this from those two absolutely stupid idiots before hearing it from me. Yeah, y/n, I like you. Quite a bit actually," he finished and by now your jaw was on the ground because why was Rin being a normal actually nice human being? You don't know how long you stood like that with your mouth open and eyes wide but somewhere a crow cawed and you returned back to the land of living.

"That was an apology," you stated.

"Kind of. Yeah, I guess," he folded his arms now and looked at you. There was pink on his cheeks.

"And definitely a confession," he pointed out, rubbing his neck.

"And definitely a confession," you hated yourself for the butterflies that fluttered inside you at the thought.

"Since when are you so....I don't know, not awful?" You spoke in a haze. You've gotten confessions, but one from who you thought was your archnemesis was bound to leave you kind of speechless.

He scrunched his eyebrows, lips forming a pout, "I'm not awful."

"No, now that I think of it, you're not really," you let out a soft giggle.

Rin might have been the bane of your existence at some point but somewhere along the path, you had stopped associating him with weeds and somehow associated him with flowers blooming in the gardens. He had pointed out your little knick knacks but he had also stood up for you once when you got into an argument with a batchmate. He had shared homework with you, taking out time to explain each problem to you when you specifically asked him not to, even when you were clearly suffering and desperately needed it. He had once put a bandaid on your knee muttering how careless you are. Rin was insufferable once but at some point you couldn't really go without initiating any type of contact with the boy. Rin was insufferable but he had never, ever crossed the line.

"So? Do I get an answer today or will you make me wait?" Under all his facade of being unbothered, he was so nervous. So damn nervous.

"You're not too bad," you smiled at him, poking your cheek with your tongue.

"Is that a yes or a no," he came close to you, grabbing you by the hand. He looked at your intertwined hands and then in your eyes.

"You never asked me a yes or a no question Rin," you maintained your smile as you stared at him.

"Go out with me? Yes or no," All his nervousness left his body somehow, as he became more confident and direct. It was torture enough to have hid the fact from you for so long. He wanted an answer.

You kissed his cheek softly, letting your lips hover over them as you pecked him again before you started walking away, grinning at him widely. Your hands were behind you as you feigned your innocence.

"We'll be so late for class and it will all be your fault, Itoshi Rin," Oh he got the answer alright.

"That's a yes or a no, l/n?" He screamed at your scampering figure as he hid his laughter behind a smile.

You turned around, cupping your mouth as you yelled at him, "pick me up this Saturday at 5 and you'll get your answer Itoshi."

With that you ran off leaving a quite jumpy and excited Itoshi Rin behind. Oh, he could not wait for Saturday.

[jeansplaytoy]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

part three

conniexreader, arguing/drama, violence (fighting) sexual references, drug usage (alcohol, weed, the usual), language, mentions of cheating.

when two people that have absolutely no faith in real love or trust meet each other, what could possibly go wrong?

⇦ part two here | part four here ⇨

“everywhere i go, this nigga somewhere near me.” you mutter with a slight squint, entering the second party you’ve been to since the start of the month.

the last party was only a week ago, and it wasn’t the worst.

sasha shook her head. “we at a different house and everything, he still here.” she mumbled. you slowly nodded. “ima speak to him.”

as you walked up to him, passing a few people, someone caught your eye. you slowly stopped walking, frowning a little to see who she was. it was the same girl that he was with last week, his arm was resting around her shoulders. you inhaled deeply and sighed, rolling your eyes and walking up to connie.

“hey connieee.” you smiled, standing in front of him. he was talking to his friends before slowly looking down at you. “wassup.” he said before looking up at his friends, starting to talk again.

you frowned. “ain’t no way this boy acting like he don’t know me.” you said out loud with a scoff. his ‘girlfriend’ or whatever she wanted to label herself as, slowly looked you up and down. “maybe cus he don’t.” she muttered.

your eyes averted to her, staring at her for a second before glancing behind you.

“you talkin to me?”

“i’m sayin, you came around here unknown and tryna speak to connie like you his friend or sum.” she laughed a little, looking around.

“girl, who you posed to be?” you frowned at her, pushing your braids out of your face. “his girlfriend, and who you posed to be?” she tilted her head. connie smacked his lips and removed his arm from around her. “somebody that’s known.”

“for bein a hoe?” she raised her eyebrows.

“nah for being pretty bitch spin back.” you put your cup down behind you. “and see, you tryna be funny like i won’t jaw the fuck outta you.” you shrugged.

“damn, ight break it up it ain’t that serious.” connie split you two to be further apart.

“girl nobody fuckin knows you, you’re so unknown bitch you’re a bum, and over a nigga that don’t even want or know you? my nigga?” she raised her eyebrows at you while taking off her earrings. you laughed softly before shaking your head.

“you acting like this nigga wasn’t inside of me last week an hour after we saw each other bitch, i’m very much known and you ain’t shit but a thot.” you waved her off.

everyone’s reactions were getting bigger by the minute. the girl went silent for a minute before looking at connie. “so you fucked that bitch?” she raised her eyebrows. connie shook his head slowly with a small, hidden laugh. “listen bruh, ion even really want you like that. ion know why you keep coming back. you knew we wasn’t meant to be.” connie shrugged before tryna grab the girls hand but she pulled away.

“nah cus that hoe got me fucked up, me and you? we done.” she pushed past him. you stood on the other side of the island counter with mikasa, the both of you laughing at her and connie’s encounter.

when she started saying shit to you again from across the counter, you just stared at her with slightly raised eyebrows. “cause bitch you think you sumn but you standing over there knowing you not gon do shit, this bitch ain’t no fighter, she know she not really bout that.” she pointed at you.

“girl you need to whoop that ass.” mikasa whispered.

you slowly nodded.

“and bitch, the pussy was prolly bad anyway that’s why he ain’t go back for no round two you nasty-“ before she could finish her sentence, you rushed around the counter and made your way to her, cocking your arm back and swinging straight at her face.

you didn’t give a fuck what else she said about you, but that nasty shit? you was never nasty.

everyone started screaming, pulling out their phones and recording. you barely had space to fight because of the way everyone crowded. you sent hard punches at her face and she grabbed your hair, trying to push you back to where she could get on top of you, but when you tripped backwards, you swung her around to where her body hit the ground. hard.

but she didn’t stop punching, which she should’ve. you kept hitting her in her nose, lip, forehead, anywhere. you got yourself to stand up but felt someone grab you. “okay, stop stop!” you heard connie say as he tried to pull you off.

“nah this bitch got so much to say, right?” you said as he pulled you back by your waist. you kicked her on her face one last time before being dragged out of the kitchen, flashlights from people’s phones almost blinding you.

connie lead you outside, closing the door behind the both of you.

“ight, ight, calm down fool.” he mumbled.

“nah you shut the fuck up, that’s yo bitch and she mad cus you fucked me. ion even know why you like the bitch.” you pushed him off of you.

connie frowned and paused for a minute before following you as you walked… nowhere? because you didn’t feel like driving there by yourself, and mikasa, who drove you there, was still inside. you stopped in your tracks, realizing you weren’t gonna make it anywhere when you walked away.

“how is it my fault y’all fought? i can’t control what you do.” connie said once again, reaching towards your head to fix your braids. “and that ain’t my bitch. ion even like her for real, you saw me tell her that.” he said, moving your braids to their original spots.

you stared up at him before crossing your arms, not wanting to speak anymore.

“now you throwing a fit cus yo ass tripped backwards in that kitchen.” connie held himself back from laughing. you let out an exaggerated sigh and moved his hands from your hair. “you tell that nasty hoe don’t say shit to me next time. i wasn’t even gon fight her ass until she said sum bout me being nasty. never that.” you shook your head slowly while staring at the ground.

connie stared at you for a few seconds before raising his eyebrows. “ian ever seen you that mad befo’, thought yo ass was chill.”

“i am.” you muttered before hearing a bunch of people walk out of the house. you turned around to see connie’s, now ex ‘girlfriend’, stomping out of the house. “nah, i got that bitch. ima send somebody for ha ass.” she yelled at everyone around her. you furrowed your eyebrows with an annoyed expression on your face.

“ah, bitch i ain’t scared.” you mumbled with a slight frown. “see this the shit i be talmout, connie. ion know why you would ever even wanna be wit that bitch.” you pointed your thumb behind you.

“i was using her ass.” connie shrugged. you slowly started to squint. “no, not like that.” he laughed a little. “i mean like, she was fuckin wit other guys and shit then i started fuckin wit other girls.”

“so she was cheating before you was?”

“hell yeah.” he muttered before glancing back. “so you tryna… dip or what? i mean ion care i’m just tryna chill unless you want me to just drop you off or sumn.” he looked at you with rested eyes.

you slowly bit your lip. “how i know you ain’t some random nigga just tryna get in my panties or kill me or sumn?” you frowned, taking a step back.

connie reached in his hoodie pocket and pulled out a zip lock bag, showing you six blunts.

“i wouldn’t have brought my weed if i was tryna kill you, pretty.”

mb i took so longggg yall

[lookingforyn]

I was wonderingg

if I can request a Makoto, Hajime, and Shuichi (Separately) with a reader that has Mean rest face. It’s something I’d wanna see how they would react like as in meeting for the first time and they are kinda nervous? Because of how mean she looks but in reality is really really nice and sweet!!

Definitely thanks so much for the request this was a blast to write ❤️❤️

Makoto Naegi, Hajime Hinata and Shuichi Saihara X reader who has a resting mean face

SFW, requested, fluff, long headcannon form, gender neutral pronouns, reader is sweet but just doesn’t look like it, killing game setting, U/T = ultimate talent.

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Mokoto Naegi

•Makoto had just finished his introduction to Byakuya his self worth crushed as he did so, looking around the room he tried to find a more approachable face to talk to not wanting another person to belittle him the way the ultimate affluent progeny did.

•Scanning around the room he caught his eyes on a girl who’s style resembled a gothic somewhat lolita look but before making his was towards her a tap on the shoulder had him spin around to see you.

•Oh god- he thought seeing you face to face, you looked like the last student he wanted to speak to. Cold as ice and eyes that wanted to knock him out cold. He looked down at your shoes not wanting to get on your bad side already, who knows? One misunderstanding glare and you’d be pushing him into lockers and giving wedgies that would haunt him till he was 90. With two ego breaking interactions back to back let alone this whole odd school situation he would do anything to give his “lucky” title back.

•”I saw you introducing yourself to all of us. My name is Y/N the U/T what’s your name?” You said a voice that sounded like a Disney character with a smile to go with it.

•Wow… and here I thought she was gonna throw me against the wall. He chuckled nervously clearing his throat “Oh nice to meet you I’m Makoto Naegi Ultimate uh.. lucky student but looking where we are now I don’t feel too lucky.”

•You softly laughed at his response your presence unlike before now easing him “Yea I think we’re all thinking that. I’ll let you talk to everyone else but don’t be afraid to hit me up if you need anything!” You walked away with a friendly grin in your face although shocking Makoto, you definitely comforted him even if it was just a kind smile.

Hajime Hinata

•Continuing to explore the island Hajime decided to check around the cottages for others bumping into you in the process as he turned the corner. You both dropped to the ground a big thud greeting your ears and a stinging pain on your asses following behind.

•”Shit.” He said picking himself back up. He saw you on the ground still processing what just happened to the two of you. “Sorry about that, here.” He lended a hand wanting you to take it… until you showed your face.

•You looked like you would kill him right here right now for what he did, your brows narrowed down and your eyes swallowing him whole and spitting him out with disgust and hatred. He didn’t know to take his gesture back or to keep his hand venerably out, he prayed that he didn’t accidentally poke a hungry grizzly bear with a stick.

•You took his hand brushing yourself off and returning the gesture with a soft grin. “Don’t apologize you couldn’t have known I was there, I don’t think we’ve met I’m Y/N the U/T I hope your not in too much pain that was a pretty nasty fall.”

•”I- uh…” you looked at him in confusion still intimidating him even if it wasn’t intentional. “No I’m ok, I’m Hajime Hinata I can’t remember my talent at the moment probably will come to me eventually I hope.”

•”Now that’s something. We’ll take it easy you might not remember due to stress these are where we’re sleeping I think, they have our names on it so try to find yours.” You patted his shoulder your touch feeling the opposite of the signals you were sending him with your facial expression.

•”Yea will do thanks.” You two parted ways walking towards the cottages to find where you would be staying. They might have looked like a ferocious grizzly bear but she seemed to have the spirit of Whinnie the Pooh. He said scanning the nameplates on the doors.

Shuichi Saihara

•His investigation started as he scanned and examined every crevice and crack of the building he was trapped in his mind hyper focused on so many questions and outcomes that this place and the mastermind has to offer him.

•He ended up in a computer lab flowers grew where monitor cables should have laid, he pulled out his notepad jotting down his environment. The door swung open causing him to jump a high pitched yell escaping his vocal cords unintentionally. Although the sound of the door was frightening he had no idea what was opening them.

•You looked as if you had two switchblades and a grenade on you ready to pull either one of them out to kill him, you had the eyes of a fox they had a mouth of their own saying how pathetic and wimpy he was to you wanting to take him out of his misery but only because you found fun in catching your prey.

•”Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you! I have a habit of doing that. I’m Y/N the U/T I hope you’re not too upset with me.” You rushed over to him wanting to make sure he was emotionally comforted. I must have been mistaken he thought taking a minute to catch his breath. “I’m ok, I’m a very hyperventilate person it’s an important skill for my talent. I’m Shuichi Saihara the ultimate detective.”

•”Detective? Wow that’s an impressive talent, nice meeting you well after scaring you.” You laughed taking out your hand for him to shake. He did reluctantly but one he felt your hand he felt a bit more at ease with your presence. “I’ll let you get back to work I hope to see you around Shuichi!” You walked out of the computer lab making sure to slowly shut the door on your way out. Shuichi flipped to a new page in his notepad and began writing.

-Y/N the U/T

-Friendly manner approaching people but default facial expression is cold, stern and judgmental

-Has a habit is scaring people without intention

-Has a pleasant laugh

•He flipped back the page continuing his previous task although his curiosity was bugging him about your mannerisms, he stopped himself to examine his question about you. Is it all an act or are they really that scary looking?

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#355

“Hey Wilson.  Get over here….  I hear you are a faggot cocksucker.  Are you?...  Don’t bother answering.  I heard from Rebecca that her husband, Deputy Akers, questioned you at the rest stop on the highway.  When she told me that, I was going to talk to my father to get you fired.  We don’t need your kind around here.  I was telling Frank and Burt that I was going to do it, and you know they both told me not to.  Frank said he would quit if I did that.  It seems that you’ve been gobbing their knobs for some time….

“Frank and I go back a long time, to our days in the Corps.  We used to go through whores together, hundreds of them.  When he said you suck better than all of them, I thought no way.  Burt totally agreed.  Frank told me I should give your mouth a try, that your mouth knows how to take care of a big dick.  But unlike the bitches we used back in the days, you can take a good skull fuck.

“That got me thinking.  If my best bud from the Corps and my six-foot six foreman—two of the manliest men I know—can let a faggot swing on their dicks, when they can get any woman they want, you must be that good.  You better be that good. 

“I made sure everyone has left for the day.  It’s just you and me.  If you mention this to anyone, even Frank and Burt, I will personally shove my fist so far into your face that you will have to reach behind your head to pick your nose.  That’s not just a promise, that’s a fucking threat.  Now get on your knees.

“The fuck?... You want another bitch slap?  Then don’t fucking look up at me….  Did you just say, ‘Sorry Sir?’  That’s right you know who’s fucking in charge.  It’s big isn’t it?  It gets thicker at the base.  I know you fags like to know size, that’s eight and a half inches of grade A beef. 

“To the root faggot.  To the fucking root.  Oh fuck.  Oh man.  Damn boy, Burt and Frank were right, you know how to take a cock.  But this isn’t about you bobbin’ my knob.  I’m in control of this fucking blow job.  That’s it, gag on it faggot.  Your throat pussy is sliming up my dick real good…. 

“No, this is no pussy; this is a cunt.  Cunts are meant to be used and tossed aside.  Treat them like shit.  Make them feel that they are nothing.  They are nothing.  You know what?  You are worse than that.  Pull off.  What do you have to say about that, faggot?

“…Jesus fuck.  You want to be treated like a piece of shit?...  Do Frank and Burt treat you like that?...  They do?  And faggot, you were addressing me as ‘Sir’ at the end of each sentence a few moments ago.  I want that to continue. 

“What does Frank do to you to treat you like shit?...  Smacks you around?  Across the face like this?...  Oh yeah.  I like doing that.  Very few bitches know how to take a hand slap and know that it is a man’s right to assert his dominance….  The best part of cunt slapping you is that I don’t have to hold back my strength, and you thank me afterwards.  I’m beginning to get the appeal of you faggot.  What else does Frank do to you?  He probably does your ass….  I knew it….  He also shoves his fist in there?...  How the hell does that work?...  Nevermind.

“What about Burt?  What does he do to you?...  Oh that’s nasty.  You stick your tongue into his ass crack?  Why?...  What the fuck?  What if there’s skid marks?...  You really are disgusting.  You want to eat his ass like that?... And drink his piss?...  Of course you are a piss drinker. 

“In the corps, there were a couple of bitches that Frank and I would fuck before pissing all over them.  Do you drink his piss too?...  What do you mean you drink from ‘all of them’?  How many other guys on my payroll use you?...  Just one?  Who?...

“…No way!  My dad’s best friend Clay Richardson?  The man I have known since I was a boy?  That one?  Wow.  And what does he do to you?...  The entire weekend?...  And when you are not tied up in his basement?...  You are a party whore?  Fuck, I haven’t been to a guy’s night out with a party whore in years, and you do it every weekend?  What do you do there?...  Yup, that’s a party whore’s duty, but you are a faggot.  You probably do a lot more. 

“As disgusting as you are, and you are quite disgusting, my dick is rock hard and leaking.  I can see why Frank and Burt were so protective of you.  You going to Clay’s tonight?...  What time is he expecting you there?...  That’s forty-five minutes from now.  You show up like that?...  OK.  What if you are late?...  He’ll whip you?  Well, my cock stands between you arriving on time and you being whipped. 

“Get that mouth open.  I’m in control of this blowjob.  I don’t care if you gag, puke, or pass out; I’m not going to stop.  Breathe when you can. 

“Fuck yeah.  That face was made to be slammed into my crotch.  Your throat is better than any cunt, bitch, or whore I have been with.  The throat slime is so juicy.  Oh man, I will be using this quite frequently.  It’s not going to be long.  Faggot.  Oh fuck.  I’m going to be fucking brutal to you.  So brutal, that you are going to want to quit.  But I ain’t going to let you quit.  The guys won’t let you quit.  You belong here to be on your faggot knees.  I’m going to enjoy smacking you around.

“I’m getting close.  You ready?  Don’t give a shit if you ain’t.  Here it comes.  Here it comes.  Faggot!  Here it cuuuuuummmmms!  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.  Goddamned!... Whew!  I will be using that throat going forward.

“No. No. Don’t pull off.  I need to piss….  Ahhhh!  That feels so good.  So fuckin’ natural.

“Fag, fag, fag.  You really need to get going if you are not going to be late….  What are you doing?  Get back on your fucking knees.  I’m not done with you.  I want to know what it’s like to have a tongue inside my shithole.

“Of course that will make you late for Clay’s party.  In fact, I’m going to take you there directly from here.  And I am going to ensure you are late.  I want to watch him beat you.  I want to see you servicing Frank and Burt.  I’m fucking crashing that party.

Here’s my ass.  I trust you know what to do….  Oh fuck.  Oh Fuck.  Goddamned.  Man alive!  I’m going to set my watch timer.  You have thirty minutes back there.  I expect your tongue to be active all that time.”

[im-dehydrated05]

I need help from all the resident lover people because I usually love everyone else’s work, but I really harshly criticize mine, so can you guys tell me if this is good? Should I continue this? Idk man. The Oc takes MC place so yeah…

To Break Away From Fate

This is an OC x RL Story

Something's wrong...

Something's terribly wrong.

I keep remembering — I keep remembering.

My heart has no pity on me.

I hurt them.

I hurt them because I chose them.

What happened? How did this happen? I only thought it was a joke. I thought that Bella had finally gone mad from all the stress and work she did.

I just wanted to help.

I didn't believe in it. In the loops, the school being a cult, but then I started to remember the other time lines and all the outcomes. I felt sick; I didn't want this, but fate didn't give you a choice.

SHE didn't give you a choice.

Miranda: "We belong together, don't you understand? It doesn't matter how many times you resist me or how many times I have to restart. The loop will only stop when you are who you are meant to be. When you finally come back to me, that is what fate has planned for us."

I almost laughed at her words, "When you are who you are meant to be," after I chose her. She wants me to change completely to be like the ghost of her lover.

I finally chose her.

I chose her so many times, and yet...

YOU'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH...

And suddenly, all that sadness turned to ANGER.

"I don't give a fuck about your Fate."

I clenched my fists so tightly that I felt like I might draw blood from my palms with my nails.

I almost wish I did.

You deserved it.

"They didn't deserve that, and you know that. I'll never be that woman you fell in love with, and you know it."

And just like that, the facade Miranda had been putting up shattered in an instant. Once she discovered that it wasn't 'me', her face immediately turned cold. She made her way toward me.

Miranda: "I see... this loop seems to be another failure."

I backed away from her, a startled look on my face as I looked around her office. I knew what those words meant, and I knew exactly what came next, but where was she—

?: "That's too bad. I was finally starting to like this version of you."

A deep voice behind me said. There was an ease in her tone, like she was amused by the boldness of my words. As if she had been here the whole time.

My breath hissed as I turned slowly, thinking maybe I could talk my way out of this. If she kills me...

I don't want to forget everything.

You'll forget.

Rᴜɴ

Tᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ...

sᴀғᴇ

"What the hell?"

My vision became blurry as a strange voice called out to me. My mind dissociated, seeing a vision of a small lake surrounded by trees.

Tʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ

I groaned, my vision finally coming back. Mia's knife was the first thing I saw as she swung it at me. My body jerked back as my hand grabbed onto the blade, pulling Mia towards me before I delivered a kick to her stomach, knocking the air out of her. I didn't even feel the blood running down my palm as the adrenaline built up in my body.

Rᴜɴ

An exit I need to get out of here, but Miranda and Mia were blocking the only door, so I did what any person under the influence of adrenaline would do... I jumped out the window, but not before getting attacked by Cornelius, who scratched my face, leaving a nasty cut on my cheek. I smacked him away, finally jumping out of the office and sprinting towards the forest. My body moved on its own, taking several turns before it finally stopped. I hunched over, catching my breath, and looking around.

It was the lake—the lake I saw before.

A feeling of comfort and safety overwhelmed me as I walked closer to the lake. I tilted my head, looking at my reflection in the water. My tired self could only manage to lift my eyebrows in surprise, my expression shifting to a frown as I got on my knees to get a better look at my reflection.

It was me.

Yeah, no shit... but my clothes looked different—a 1960s type of style.

"What?"

I reached my hand toward my reflection. My hand touched the water, dyeing the water red. I hissed at the pain, finally feeling the wounds that were inflicted on me. My hand didn't pass the surface of the water, leaving me confused until my reflection smiled softly at me. My soul almost left my body as I jumped back.

"What the fuck!"

It was quiet for a second before I heard a merry laugh coming from the lake.

"Wᴇʟʟ, ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ."

I didn't dare to move at this point, questioning if I was going insane... already.

"Hᴇʟʟᴏ, ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ?"

Okey, so I have officially gone insane.

I let out a shaky sigh before standing up and wobbling back to the lake, feeling dizzy. My reflection tilted her head, a frown on her face.

"Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ."

I nodded very carelessly, the words not really processing in my head. I felt a cold sensation all over my body, my muscles aching as I lay down next to the lake, trying to listen to whatever my reflection was saying.

"Sᴏ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴇʟʟ, I'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ, ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ. I'ᴍ ᴀ ᴘᴀsᴛ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ—"

I steadied my breath, feeling like I was having difficulty breathing, and closed my eyes when my vision was going black on the edges.

"Sᴏ I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs Bᴜᴅʀɪᴏʟɪ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴᴄᴇsᴛᴏʀs ᴡᴇʀᴇ—"

The sound of pounding blocked the voice speaking to me, and I could hear my heart slowly stopping before everything was quiet.

It was quite, still, so peaceful...

Until a voice broke the peaceful silence and another and another. They're here again. Too many voices. Too many memories. They all overlapped over one another, and then... they started to make sense.

"...Eva!!"

"We'll bring her back..."

"—choose you every time-"

"Romeo-"

"—star.."

"...worried about you-"

"—wait in the car for me—"

"...no matter where we go-"

"—roses look good on you..."

"you were going to leave-"

"...Italian will do won't it?"

"—I won't let you go..."

"...believe me..."

"—love and be loved."

"—doesn't matter how many times I have to do this, who you go to, what you do, I will reset this as many times as I fucking HAVE TO!

*beep*

*beep*

*beep*

Drenched in sweat and with a racing heart, Aurora jolted up, finally waking up. She looked around the room, a sigh leaving her lips as she noticed she was in her dorm room.

.

.

.

Wait a minute. Shouldn't she be back with her friends in the apartment? She shouldn't be at the university yet.

"What the hell is going on?"

[slippinninque]

🚦Spinning The Block🚙

Jatemme Manning x BlackFemReader

You and Jatemme enjoy a little ride

warnings: MINORS, DNI, 18+, cursing, flirting, guns/shootout, short n'sweet, self-indulgent fic beware

"Be careful with my shit, girl!"

"Aww, pretty car can't go vroom?"

You veered to avoid a cyclist who really wasn't looking anyway--see, look at you being nice. You pressed down on the gas and squealed beneath the sound of the revving engine.

"Listen--

"Ooo, you get spicy when you're nervous--ain't this a rental anyway, pretty boy?

"Ain't no 'nervous' shit--yo' ass is just crazy as hell."

"Still no word on the rental part, though...interesting."

Jatemme held onto the upper handle of the front seat, the pretty gold ring on his left hand twinkled from where he was bracing against the dashboard.

"Honestly, my driving isn't all that ba--

"You keep looking over here to talk--

"It's a sign of respect--whoop!"

Yelping after running a yellow-red light, you heard Jatemme's lips smacking over the blaring horns. You cackled, veering and switching lanes every time you saw brake lights.

"Okay, you caught me! Secret Passenger Princess here. I hate driving so I make everyone else nervous until they make me stop."

"I believe you, too. All my shit just everywhere fucking with you--I hope someone does catch your rabbit ass..."

You laughed, slowing a touch as you pondered your surroundings. It was delightful to hear Jatemme so near frazzled. It may have influenced you to hug the side of a box truck for cover just to see those impressive shoulders of his ruck up to his neck.

"Hey--you wanted me to drive, remember?" You reminded him, "I gave you the keys and you gave 'em on back. You're just mad you have butterfingers."

Jatemme growled something and turned your face back towards the road, "On. The. Road, I said."

"You aren't even doing your job," You took a sharp and sudden left and this time you hear a thud and curse from the backseat, "That car's been shooting at us for, like, a while now. You need to do better, you too Asthma!"

"How the fuck am I suppose to fix my shit witcho ass swerving so much?"

"Oh, so you want me to drive in a straight line then?"

With a knee steadying the wheel, you flicked up your hoodie and then your piece. A sweet lil' Glock .26 that you let dance out your window.

Someone got hit. The sedan swerved and careened into a dilapidated bus shelter, another gaining to take it's place only a few beats later like something out of a Jackie Chan bit

What was only a failed negotiation was looking more like a set up. The sedan behind you was the third one within the few miles of your escape, Jatemme couldn't recognize any of the drivers.

You caught Asthma's shocked expression in the rearview mirror and remembered your manners, "I'm so sorry--have you met Merengue?"

"Excuse me?!"

-----------------

By the time the moon clocked in, you were pulling up to one of Jatemme's spots. The car was fucked up but she rode true, you hoped that Jatemme fixed it back up.

"I'm gonna head on out." Asthma sighed, knocked fists with Jatemme, and began a tired trek to his parked truck.

The car settled into park with a nasty cough and the three of you clambered out, stretching and popping spent bullet casings from your clothing.

"Bye, Asthma! I hope you have a good sleep!" You waved after the man and got a lazy wave back, "He's nice. 'Bout to sleep hard as hell, I can tell."

Silence met you and you turned in time to be ensared. Jatemme kissed you hard, somehow just how you liked it.

His hands went around your waist and the bite of teeth had you making a noise, pushing closer.

Jatemme pulled away, peck by peck until he was far back enough to look at your lips, "'Bout time you stopped running that mouth. There's a loft up-top this place. I'm about to have a drink and lay the fuck down."

You tilted your head, And?

Jatemme's white teeth flashed across his full bottom lip, his head falling into a tilt.

"Come on up and lay down with me, rabbit."

Somehow that request felt more intimate than all the flirty shit you said out loud to keep your focus as you peeled through the city.

Believe it or not but there was an art to being a getaway driver. Figuring out where your tails could be lurking, being mindful of what territory you were in, the whole are those cops or is it just a Charger debate...

"Hm...only if I can be the big spoon." You purred up at his bemused face, "I promise to do only a lil' bit of dipping, sweetness."

Jatemme snorted and crooked his arm, all gentlemanly, for you to take. You did so as you kept running your mouth, absolutely stoked for your nap.

"I'll dip your little ass out the window--you want it like that?

"Mhf, kinky. Will you call me the Riddler while you do it? Just think of it as a little deposit for my Bean Bank..."

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✨ending notes✨: i had to write something a bit chaotic to make room in this brain of mine and unfortunately for jatemme, he had to pay the price! thank you for reading and tell me what you think! 💖💜✨💕

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[hel-phoenyx]

New Year's Eve, part 20

Well you know how it is but do you know how it will be~

Okay enough ominous, still the ongoing story with @corneille-but-not-the-author and @soupedepates, we're in the middle of March and it is time to link all the plotlines back together~

He thinks he's slick, doesn't he ?

Now that he's back at the precinct, hair tied and sadness on his face, working like nothing new happened in his life. Working like he isn't in a kind of journey for self discovery.

I'm sure he thinks nobody saw him. Else he wouldn't have gone out like this. Sadly for him, I'm Odysseus. And, well, when I notice some streets away the little figure of a person I hate with a lady looking suspiciously like one of my colleagues, with the same hazelnut hair and all, of course I get curious.

Didn't take me long to recognize who was under that camouflage. And I doubt he was undercover or some shit. Rather, I think he's undercover right now.

I haven't said anything. Yet. Oh, I could. Drop a little allusion here and there and see how his (?) face distorts. Imagine that, Mayor Warsowar's son, heir of one of the most conservative fuckers ever elected at the head of this city, strutting around the streets in full dress and makeup. The scandal for our little mayor.

I could even make him know I am aware of that little secret and watch how his attitude towards me change. I'm sure I'll get a lot of fear out of that.

Fear is power.

I haven't said anything.

I haven't said anything probably because I remember Thorfinn running towards me crying and shaking and telling me he might not be his assigned gender. Because I helped them find a new name and was behind him for all the steps of the identity change.

Because no one deserves to be forced in a vision of themselves they're not ready to accept.

Or maybe I am just softening.

Ha.

Who knows.

I don't think none of them noticed me, those few days ago. Or Domhildr would not have come to me to "make amends", she says. Feeling bad about destroying my reputation, huh ?

Sad she tried to make up with offering me a blowjob. Ew. Ew ew ew ew ew, just thinking about that is making me cringe. I don't want any sexual shit, and certainly not for you, the idea is enough to make my skin crawl. Fuck's sake I wouldn't even let TYR touch me this way, as if he wanted to.

Well that wasn't the only option.

She also offered me blackmail material on a silver plate.

Things Sigismund doesn't know about.

An judging by the second one, not even Tyr knows all of it.

It would be so easy to drop a hint of two and watch her whole world crumble. How would the oh so virtuous Sigismund Warsowar react when he learns you got pregnant four times from different fathers ?

How would my best friend take the fact you prostituted yourself for a year ?

...

I don't even know.

I hold so much power against you and at the same time your eyes when you told me everything were Brynja's.

Something is ringing in my ears.

Slut.

She had no choice. Just like her.

An abortion at 17.

A miscarriage at 9.

Doing the streets like it's everything you're good for.

Dead in the streets because it was the only thing she could do.

Dead. Dead. Dead.

The tears over the phone.

The funeral I couldn't go to.

The eyes. The eyes. The eyes.

Piano is blasting on my office. I got a few nasty looks from my colleagues, but I don't care. It does work. I've found a newfound affection for Chopin. It helps me focus.

Even if Walpurgis comes to my desk. Like right now.

"Wolffsen, you're up for patrolling."

"What ?! It's not Thursday ! I have files to progress-"

"Don't wanna hear it. Mayor Warsowar is worried about the protest of today. He wants everyone mobilized."

... Of course. Because it's more important to stop protesters rather than investigating the sect that kidnapped your son.

Even Karan af Mundir was not that cruel.

I'm driving the car with my usual patrol companion, and as usual he is silent, watching over the streets with diligence. I'm also following the usual route. Even if Mayor Warsowar wants to protect his precious little castle, I have a city to watch over.

What's unusual is that this time I have music in the car and he looks even jumpier than usual.

"... I've never heard you listen to music before."

Oh hey, the mute found back his voice.

"Therapist orders."

"..... You got therapy ?"

"Yeah, don't you ?"

He was supposed to, at least, after the kidnapping. Not like I cared at the time. Not like I really care today. It's just the reason why I can give him the real explanation.

Can't get judgy when you need a psychiatrist for "physical and mental trauma combine with complex PTSD".

I see on the mirror he's making a face. Oh. So someone skipped the skrink, huh ? Yeah, don't try to hide it. I have always been perecptive of this kind of things.

Because every time I come back home I have to study my father's face for my wellbeing.

The music changes. Moonlight sonata. Beethoven is good too; Apparently he also enjoys it, since his muscles are slowly starting to relax. Good, good, because we're approaching the place the protest is supposed to be held in and I don't want a ball of stress while I check if "everything's alright".

Jeez. Like I even want to interfere. If I could take a day off I'll be with the protesters, maybe even with my black ski mask. Sadly I can't. I need the money, and I need to lay low. Me taking a day off just the day of a protest would be suspicious as fuck.

We're heading to the City Hall.

I already hear noises in front of the mayor's little palace.

Looks like it's getting heated.

"... What the fuck ? Sigismund exclaimed when we got in eyesight of the crowd. This is not a peaceful protest !"

Oh, really ? Boi, if you'd know what I've seen. Sure, there's masked men on top of the procession and some of them are currently shouting at my colleagues, but that's still peaceful. No blows. No weapons. Not even pepper sprays, for fuck's sake.

I roll my eyes and doesn't answer, but Sigismund grips my arm.

"com'on, we have to go."

I snort.

"We ? I think the colleagues can handle a few people shouting."

"They're black blockers, it's dangerous-"

"Yeah, for you if you show up your pretty face, officer Warsowar. Com'on, it's fine, let the people protest."

His face distorts himself in something I have never seen.

Some kind of anger.

What are you angry at ?

Not me, I hope for you.

I'm still stronger.

I could bash your little white brain out of your sorry skull.

I could tell you all the shit your precious girlfriend did.

I could-

I shift on my seat. Lean on the steering wheel. Keeping the fists in check. Right. Keeping the fists in check.

Sigismund is still looking at me.

He's unfastening his seatbelt.

"You do whatever you want, Fenrir. i'm still going."

"Suit yourself. I'm not going out for a peaceful protest."

Even if i'll have to stay on guard. Black blockers were not supposed to be here. at least, not those of my group.

I send a message to Idalia.

"event planned today ?"

She's not answering.

Sigismund is now running towards the protest. The other cops are busy with the blackblockers, and some of them are even harassing the more peaceful protesters. I roll my eyes. I'll have to take care of that, just, give me a minute-

Some people are fighting in the bloc.

Nobody is noticing. The other are either busy with the shouting protesters or trying to make the peaceful ones go away.

And Sigismund is running right at them.

That idiot-

I get out. I'll have to stop the fucker before he reaches the blockers. If they're fighting, a cop trying to interfere is only gonna make them angrier.

The car is locked, I am outside, I made sure it's far enough from the protesters. I have my taser and service weapon on me, even if I'd rather not use them. Last time I had no choice but to interfere in a black bloc, I could use the confusion to throw some of my lacrymo grenades in the CRS's direction. it's not the case today.

My radio is emitting a noise.

"Walpurgis here, says my superintendant. CRS have been dispatched to the City Hall. I repeat-"

Damn it. Who called them ? Warsowar, no doubt. The mayor. Sigismund is too busy trying to interrupt the fight.

It's no use anyway.

Because they will be

Far too late.

A brick flies from the middle of the black crowd.

High above the heads of the protesters.

Right to a man trying to interfere.

I am close enough to hear a crack.

He's on the ground. Blood is flowing from a wound on his head. It doesn't seem that serious, now that I've reached him and tased everyone trying to get close, but at this rate, he may lose far too much blood.

Seeing Sigismund is down and unconscious, the other cops jumped into the melee. Everything around me is now blurred by screams and hitting sounds and I'm sure I even saw some people with knives.

Blood is tainting my hands.

Idiot. Trying to stop a fight while forgetting to protect your head. Why the fuck must you interfere in things you have no power over ?!

Now you're unconscious and bleeding on the ground while I am next to you while I could profit from that chaos to bring down Sarovar's reign.

"I have one man down, I shout in my radio, trying to keep my cool. Call an ambulance for the City Hall. I repeat-"

Fuck, that's a lot of blood. Head wounds always bleed a lot. He's gonna need a blood transfusion.

Com'on, fucker. You can't die on me like this.

Not for a meaningless goal.

Something flies towards me, too. I jump on the ground, try to avoid it. I don't know how I end up on the body below me, barely breathing blood flowing hair all red

I just remember

The pain in my right arm

And then only red and orange in my vision.

I regain some sort of consciousness in the ambulance. Apparently I am not in a serious enough state to be laying down on a bed. It may be because I am high on adrenaline. People in white coats are everywhere. Not around me.

My arm is bandaged. Why ? I don't feel anything.

"what.... the fuck..."

No one is really paying attention to me.

I kinda get why.

I see hazelnut in the middle of all this white.

They're talking about warning the family. About the danger.

Danger on his life ?

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I still have my phone.

No message for Idalia.

Too late to care.

I have to do something.

Because

Because

They won't warn her, don't they ?

She's probably not in his emergency contacts, at the hospital.

Just like I wasn't.

And I was right next to him.

Right next to him

Before I lost him

For something that feels like forever.

Warning.

I have to

Something stabs my right arm. I shout in pain, and one of the med workers turn towards me.

"Don't move your arm ! The wound needs to rest-"

"Fuck off. I need to have this call, you hear me ?! Go away !"

They would like to preotest, but something is making a bolted noise on the other side, and he leaves me alone for a while.

Can't move my arm. Texting is out of the question. Fuck. I'm not even sure he will answer. Fuck.

I dial my own emergency number.

Com'on. Pick up, pick up, pick up pick up pick up

One time. Two time. Three times.

Please, pick up, I have to

I have to do something right for once.

Something finally clicks at the sixth attempt. A cold, cold voice is heard through the phone.

"I hope you have a damn good reason to spam me, Fenrir."

I've never felt so relieved.

He hasn't got me blocked. He still chose to pick up. Even after everything.

How ironic that he is now my only way of communication.

"Al-hamdulillah you've picked up."

"Wha- I've never heard you speak in Arabic before, especially not to thank God ? The fuck is happening, Fen- is that ambulance sirens ?!"

The cold is getting more and more frantic. but I don't have time to sugarcoat it. I don't.

"No time for this. Is Domhildr with you ?"

"Huh ? Yeah, actually, she is. We were chilling until going to the protest, we were about to leave, actually-"

I can hear a feminine voice asking what is up. Perfect. Just perfect. I don't even have time to be angry.

"Bad idea. It exploded. No, don't interrupt, I say as he is about to talk. Listen. I was on duty, and Sigismund was, too. He got hit with a brick. On the head."

Silence.

I can't stop talking.

"We're headed to the hospital. Both of us. Thought I had to warn her about what was happening"

Because no one will.

And if he does die

Please don't die on me

She won't even have time to see him before any funeral.

The silence is still there.

I'm done talking.

Tyr takes a deep breath.

"Okay. We're leaving. No, don't go to your bike, Domi, I hear a little further away in the phone. It'll be quicker on my motorcycle. I have a spare helmet."

I hear some frantic talking on the phone before Tyr's voice comes back in the speaker.

"We'll be at the hospital as soon as possible. Be here to explain yourself."

I have a tired smile.

"That's going to be complicated. Doctors may want to see me, too."

"Huh ? Why-"

"Metal pipe in my arm."

"What-"

I hang up.

World is spinning around me.

Adrenaline is running out. I feel so tired. Probably lost a lot of blood, too.

I barely see the hospital when we're finally discharged.

The white-haired doctor takes one look at us before sending us in two different rooms.

I can read on his face how worried he is.

Not for me.

I saw worse.

Did I ?

Did he ?

The emergency room closes behind him. Those doors now hiding the son (?) of the Warsowar.

[marchtomydrums]

Lesson Learned

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Ally Mayfair x Reader (mother/ daughter)

“Come on y/n just do it!” Maddison shouts at you getting impatient.

“Chill Mads if she doesn't want to do it she doesn't have to,” Queenie says.

Zoe nods as she looks at you “Don't do it y/n those things are bad for you anyways.”

Maddison rolls her eyes “You guys are such babies. It's fine. All of the older girls smoke. “

“So you do what everyone else does?” Queenie snips back.

“I'm sorry who is the cool one in this group?” Maddison asked.

“Not you!” Queenie says.

The three girls go into a frenzy of arguing back and forth as you held the rolled-up cigarette in between your fingers. It couldn't be that bad you thought to yourself.

You placed the cigarette in between your lips and you lit the end watching the first clouds of smoke roll out.

It really was like a smoke signal making all of the girls go quiet and look toward you.

Maddison smirked “Finally someone with some balls. Now inhale.” she says.

You did as she said breathing in deeply feeling the smoke fill up your lungs and blowing it out quickly.

You choke on the smoke getting caught in your chest causing you to cough loudly.

“Jesus this is awful,” you said coughing in between your words.

“You’ll get used to it,” Madison shrugs as she inhales smoothly and blows out rings of smoke toward Zoe.

“Y/n Y/M/n what on earth are you doing?!” you hear a voice shout behind you.

“Oh shit,” Queenie whispers.

You slowly turned around finding brown eyes glaring at you.

“Ally...I”

“Do you know how dangerous these things are? What they can do to your health?” she asked snatching the cigarette from you and putting it out.

“Give it to me Madison and the rest of whatever you have,” she says holding her hand out.

“You're not my mother. “ the blonde chuckles.

“She's not. But I am your supreme and I'm telling you to hand it over. Now.” Cordelia says walking up behind you.

Madison rolls her eyes as she hands over the pack she got this morning.

“You guys are ridiculous,” she complained.

“Thank you. Now all of you go to your rooms.” Cordelia shouts.

The girls quickly move past the two women heading inside. You tried to hide in the middle of them hoping to escape when you feel a hand on your shoulder pulling you back.

“Not you,” Ally says pulling you towards her.

You sighed as you watched the girls escape to their rooms. It was times like these that you wished you weren't the daughter of the supreme.

“Y/n what were you thinking?” Cordelia asked.

“I'm sorry. Madison said it wasn't a big deal. I was just trying it.”

“You know better than to listen to Madison,” Ally says.

“I know.”

“And you know how I feel about smoking,” Cordelia adds.

“But you let the older girls...”

“The older girls are just that older. They're all old enough to buy them and old enough to make their own choices. It's not a choice that I like but I can't stop them. As long as they follow the rules about keeping it outside and cleaned up that's all I can ask of them.”

“Y/n it's not a habit you want. It's nasty for your health. It makes you smell and it's extremely addicting. “ Ally adds.

“I'm sorry,” you mumbled looking down.

“Honey I know it's hard growing up and you're going to want to try things. But some things aren't worth trying. I promise you aren't missing out when it comes to these.” Cordelia says shaking the box of cigarettes.

“I know. It tastes gross and it made me cough really bad. I won't do it again.”

Your mothers smile “Good!” they both say in unison.

“But... We still have to tell Momma and I don't think she's going to let you off so easily,” Cordelia says.

Your eyes grow wide as you shake your head. “No Mom, please. Please don't tell Momma. She will kill me and Madison.”

“You know we don't keep secrets from one another.”

“I know but...please,” you begged as tears pricked your eyes.

“ I’m sorry sweetheart but you know how this works. The three of us don't hide things from one another and we all make decisions together. We will talk to her and go from there.” Cordelia says as she kisses your forehead.

Cordelia walks back into the house leaving you and Ally outside.

“Well get a good look at me Al. I’ll be dead soon.” you cried.

Ally chuckles as she shakes her head pulling you into her arms for a hug.

“Oh sweets you're not going to die. She loves you too much to kill you. Now Madison on the other hand....”

“Ally!”

She laughs “ I'm kidding. We will talk to her sweets okay? But please promise me you won't smoke again. I love you too much to lose you. “

“I promise Al. “

“Good. I love you, sweets,” she says with a smile.

“I love you too.”

“Y/n Y/M/n!!!” you hear your redhead mother scream from inside.

“Ahh man,” you whined.

Ally chuckles as she lops her arm in yours.

“Come on sweets.”

“I'm never listening to Madison again.” you groaned as Ally all but dragged you into the house.

[cleverthylacine]

Okay. Wow. (also feel free to circulate this post to people even if they don't like me)

I didn't want to make a post like this but things have gone too far. I am still not mentioning names. If you know you know, if you don't know, ignore this post and be happy that you don't know.

Yesterday I went on a blitz of blocking people I was told had been sharing my private DMs and talking shit about me behind my back with an artist who is freaked out that I told them I wouldn't take down a reblog, and then explained that they are popular with RavWave shippers, and that I didn't know who they were until other shippers sent me their stuff, because their art does look shippy to us.

It seems that a lot of the people who are really mad about this (and you're welcome to share this one post of mine with those people, though I do not appreciate that their friends have been stalking my blog in general) think that I was trying to ARGUE with that person.

Much as their motivation in drawing the art was not to depict my OTP, my motivation in telling them that they accidentally did was not to argue with them about how they should view the relationship. It was information about why people get what is apparently the wrong idea about their art.

If I were writing or drawing something that was being misinterpreted all over creation, I would want to know why.

Then I would be armed with the knowledge to decide whether or not I wanted to do things differently in the future.

"I don't care what those people think" is a valid decision. So is "hmm, maybe she has a point." Whichever decision I made, I'd want to make it as an informed decision.

I feel a little sorry about this giant misunderstanding, but I'm absolutely disinclined to apologise because:

Their first message to me was insulting. Many people believe that it was a "polite request". But polite words can be used in a thoroughly rude and nasty way. There is no nice way to tell someone that you think they're so nasty you don't want your public posts appearing on their blog.

Saying no to requests is a thing that people are allowed to do.

Their second message to me, which evaded my block because it was sent to another account, was blatantly offensive and went into the quality of my family and relationships. I didn't respond to that because I'd have gone off.

They have their friends stalking my blog and have admitted to doing so, and have responded to venting on my part by vagueblogging in my own blogs by telling everyone that they're the person I am annoyed with and here are the receipts. Seriously, wtf?

I only know this because I'm trying to block all the assholes who are reposting my personal conversations with them, a thing i only know because a friend of mine told me so after receiving a demand they unfriend me.

This person and their friends are sending anon asks to my friends, or in one case, publicly demanding in an RP community, that people who want to interact with them unfollow me, because they will not interact with anyone who interacts with me. Go the fuck back to high school, Regina.

Don't put icing and sprinkles on a pile of shit and tell yourself you gave someone a chocolate cake. This person has never been "nice" to me.

Under the cut: why IDW Ravage would never allow herself to be handled like a pet cat, and why RavWave shippers feel the same way about the Earthspark deleted scenes, even though we know that's probably not what the showrunners meant us to think.

I have come to the conclusion that's it's just another case of antis thinking that if you can see two people in a non-platonic relationship that they think of as family, you're just nasty. Especially if the feline shaped character is being handled like a pet cat.

But the person who said "I look disrespectfully on anyone who ships this, that's just a goof and his cat" has missed the entire point of these characters' relationship. Soundwave would never treat or handle Ravage like she was a pet cat.

Anyone else who says RavWave shippers are nasty because "it's NoRMaL to handle your cat that way" is fundamentally not getting who Ravage is and how she feels about being touched.

Ravage is a sapient adult mech with a full range of sapient adult feelings, and touching her like she's an animal is a microaggression or a macroaggression, depending upon where and how you touch her. The oppression of beastformers is a big fucking thing in IDW 2005. Other beastformers also complain about constantly having to deal with unwanted and disrespectful touching. (Fortress Maximus is a known offender.)

IDW Ravage is sleeping in Megatron's bed throughout MTMTE (when she's under it, she's guarding him). She only allows him to touch her neck in front of others...because behaving like a pet cat increases the chances that people will treat her like one.

(She almost cut Nautica several times. That's another character I ship her with, because what would be funnier than her realising that this actually is a whole ass person and if she can't stop touching her, she might actually be attracted to her?)

(Note: Canonically, Ravage in IDW uses he/him, and I do know that. However, about half the fandom writes Ravage as female. I'm in that half.)

BTW, I feel exactly the same way about the Earthspark deleted scenes. Every RavWave shipper on the planet does. We've talked about it. We realise that the artists and showrunners probably intended it to be innocent on the grounds that she is a cat. But we are also people who like to write her as an adult Decepticon officer with agency and self-respect who wouldn't behave like that in front of other people unless they knew he has privileges they don't.

I am aware that half the fandom draws Ravage art that's basically cat memes. (I hate that so much. But as a proshipper, I recognise people have the right to depict characters any way they want. That doesn't mean I haven't had to vent to people like @bitegore and @miner16 to keep myself from saying something.)

Also, I strongly suggest that people who get this worked up about misinterpretations of their art or writing do not become professional creators. As a member of fandom since the 1970s, I'm kind of super extremely aware that most of what fandom does is counter to what the creator intended, and frequently that's the point.

I'm also kind of super extremely aware that if you don't have loads of people reinterpreting and remixing your work and your characters, that actually means nobody cares about your work enough to have blorbo feels about your characters.

(The side poll, which came from another blog and mentioned no names, was an irritated attempt to find out whether people really do think it's normal to cuddle your mom that way, because the second message insinuated that my mother and I must have a terrible relationship because we don't touch each other like that. I kinda wanted to know what people who were not predisposed to take my side and did not know what was going on would think of that idea, because I really do not think most people touch their mothers like that; their mothers aren't nonsapient animals and would thus consider it weird and inappropriate.)

[snifflesthemouse]

Final Post before I go... to remind some of you exactly who this author is...

I am a recovering addict who has almost a decade clean and serene. I know, without a doubt, I am a HORRIBLE wretched human being. I lived with a narcissistic murder/psychopath before prison, and then I lived with all kinds of them IN PRISON. I walked past meaner, more dangerous people to go poop or shower than anyone behind a screen here. I have lived life. I'm nowhere near a narcissist. You have no idea who I actually am, you only see what I construct for you to see to protect my own identity.

Saying I am a narc because people are having trouble following my very long, drawn out posts is stupid. Clarification isn't indicative of being a narc. So literally every single YT channel or anyone wanting to find a different medium for further clarification is a narc then? I think not. I think most of you pick up words and repeat them without thinking of the true connotation of the word's meaning

Really, right now, I am just thinking out loud to myself about why I am attracting dumb people here all of a sudden.

Calling me names, calling any person like me names, only makes me laugh. It's cute to me. When people call me names or say things like they have some authority... it only shows me their water levels... and boy the drought is upon us!

When you've spent the first two decades of your life conning people and putting thousands of dollars up your nose or in a vein, you get to know people. Truly see the worst society has to offer. My cellie in prison stabbed her best friend 72 times. 72. We ate lunch every day together. She was a narc.

OH, FYI... A water level is someone's mental capacity in the con world. I embrace critically thinking people who can form a thought and express it without being like me deep down inside. If you are NOT like me, you are a good person. I am not a good person. DUH.

Deep down inside, I want to show my true colors. I want to be nasty. I want to skulldrag people sometimes. I don't though, because the old ways bring back the old me. I've worked too hard in the real world and I know my real world worth.

I don't owe anything to anyone. I try to be nice and not read the comments, or even my messages. But eff all that.

If you think for one second I am not aware of how terrible a person I was, you are stupid. I know better than you all could ever...

If you feel the need to say something rude, think twice. Please. I won't be held responsible for what comes off my keyboard next if you bring it to me first.

Let's just say I've said it all about myself at least 10x as bad before and 10x worse. I've said it MANY TIMES BEFORE but it seems people are too lazy to get a clue before commenting anymore.

I DON'T WANT YOU CRAPPY READERS AS BAD AS YOU CRAPPY READERS DON'T WANT THIS CRAPPY WRITER. So GTFOH.

That is all, folks.

Well, not really... Truth is I write things, I post them and walk off and live. I took my drug addiction and turned it into an empire where I am retired. I don't make money here. I've never once received shit, even though people quote my work all the fucking time. Funny. What's even funnier is how you can post real shit with real proof and people still be like "WhAt DoEs It MeAn?!?" They believe dumb shit about fucking reptiles but not common sense logic or real proof. I don't want fucking morons around me or on my page. If that statement bothers you... go ahead and block me. I don't block people because I don't ever read anything from hardly anyone else. I read a few blogs I Know and trust. But that's it.

I used to care that this blog was growing. That it had thousands of followers. That I still to this day haven't been able to follow everyone back because of the limits daily. I used to think being nice and just ignoring the rude people was the thing to do, because hey at least they read and you made them think... that's all an author wants. Readers to think... harder, differently, whatever. JUST FUCKING THINK.

SO yeah... do with that what you will. Because this author will continue to do whatever the fuck this mouse wants. This mouse isn't like some Yter or some blogger begging for cuppas and tips. I got cash, and I got ass. I don't get shit for shit. It is my hobby. I'd get it if one of yall paid a motherfucking bill sometime. I might listen. But I do bad all by myself.

DONE

[softlyapocalytpic]

WIP Wednesday

This is a random bit that I wrote for a chapter that ended up being cut, although I'll probably rework it in somewhere.

Y'all can have it in the mean time! Tagged by @persephotea

Tagging: @sirmanmister and anyone else who wants to be tagged <3

Amy ran her tongue along the top of her teeth sweeping away the taste of iron. Yeah, it was pretty bad this time. In her mind, she could see the crystal clear image of her dad’s disappointed expression, the look that in her younger years would’ve had her apologizing in seconds. Unlucky for him, she had stopped giving a shit what everyone thought of her. Why should she anyway? It’s not like anyone gave a crap about her. So what if she and Butch punched each other’s shit in? What was the big deal? It was the delinquent and the misfit. Surely no one should care as long as they were the only ones who were getting hurt.

(That’s how they acted most of the time anyway.)

Butch was in the cell next to her, separated by bars. Keeping the two of them separated until their parents could come and give them a good talking to. Personally, Amy thought it was overkill, but whatever. Chief Hannon would sit and wait while her dad chewed her out, and once he was satisfied he'd sack her with community service. She wondered if she could convince him how badly she didn’t want to work in the diner and get put on dish duty. She could steal milkshakes that way. Ration free!

“The fuck you lookin’ so smug for? HUH nosebleed? Know something I don’t?”

Amy snorted and ignored him. Folded her arms behind her head and just pretended like he wasn’t even there. She really tried to ignore the spitball that came next, but it hurt. What was with the lungs on this guy?

She dug into her pocket and pulled the first thing she touched, lobbing it at his head. It met its mark and she relished in the way he yelped. She was still the baseball team’s best pitcher afterall, and their best hitter, even if they’d kicked her off. 

Butch hissed and rubbed the red spot on his forehead, “Man, sometimes I wonder if you’re actually a girl. You sure as hell don’t throw like one.”

It wasn’t the first time she’d heard it, and she expected that it wouldn’t be the last. Eventually, when the insults stop getting creative and targeted they just stopped mattering. Right? She shrugged it off either way.

She stayed sitting up and said, “I dunno, I’ve seen Susie have a pretty good aim when she feels like it. She threw a hair dryer at me once from across the changing room. It only missed because I’d bent down to tie my shoe.”

“Who the hell throws a hairdryer?!”

“Susie Mack on a bad day, that’s who.”

He made a knowing face that told him he knew a thing or two about it, and asked, “Is that why you filled her locker with stink bombs?”

Amy shook her head and started kicking the back of the bench with her heel, “Nope, that was after she spread some nasty rumor about Amata. And no, before you ask, I’m not repeating it.”

“You’re no fun, Lockhart.”

“That’s me.” Amy the party pooper. Amy the wet towel. Amy the buzzkill. She kicked the back of the bench harder, “Hasn’t known a day of fun in her life. Will one day grow up to be a spinster lest she is cursed with marrying one of the freshmen brats.”

“Well shit I wouldn’t say that. Sure you can’t cook, but I’m sure a wild thing like you would be great in the sack-”

She pulled something else out of her pocket, an eraser this time, and flung it at his head. She missed. “I’m going to fucking kill you when we get out of here.”

[garak]

judas i saw this sturgeon today at the um the fuckin uhh aquarious, and they told me i could pet it if i put my fingers inside the pool and if the sturgeon came up to me because of um, they value fish consent at the acauarion where the fish are kept against their will but wheatever, sturgeon — to my understanding — are vibe sensitive and sage and wise and what have you so i respect whatever their decision may be. despite knowing the rejection would emotionally destabilize me the sturgeon did not acknowledge me at all. and there were several of them so i know they talked behind my back. the lady with the micolrophone was there i asked her if they had names and she said no which is fucking whatever because why do the FuckAss sea lions which — by the way, terrible, ostentatious vibes coming from them — have names but the sturgeon do not. oh is it because they perform? because they’re well moisturized and have silly mustaches? so does every man in bushwick and i’ll tell you something there is not a single name i have heard in bushwick that i have committed to memory and i will not start now. and i will do the same for sea lions every. fucking. time. they think they’re so greatl like girl whatever no one cares if you use snail mucin or retinol, skincare is the dietary scam of the 20s would do all of youse some good to hop on jstor for once, keep up to date with the current direction of academic discourse maybe. have thought provoking conversations about the culture, listen to NPR for an hour or two…this american life… serial if ya nasty. put a coexist bumper sticker on the back your car, appropriate some eastern medicine of sorts. not everyone can survive on having whiskers and a tote bag, that’s why you always need a phd in your back pocket. well the point was the sea lions have names and oh they let you know they have names. same with dolphins they’re the sociopaths of the sea like genuinely they hooked some dolphins to some fuck ass water biologician machines and they found that they actually share the same vibes as that one girl in middle school that would laugh at you behind your back but was nice to your face. they found that they both — if given the opportunity — will kill for sport. the point is the sturgeon don’t have names and i was like well i oughta… but i just nodded with liberal arts condescension and i know she felt the vibe because she had a strand of purple hair. yeah girl know that i dissent from your corporate compliance to not giving these sturgeon names because why are you just accepting they don’t have names you can just make it up. the sea otters have names too but that’s okay. gibson and mara. the lesson sea otters have for the world is that holding hands is great and hit shit against rocks real hard to open them which is like yeah bring back real intimacy, what do sea lions have to share beyond be slipery clap have Fugly untrimemd mustache, and KILL baby penguins? food for thought. anyway i named the sturgeon whose attention i wanted conan (gender neutral) and i thought it would be a ble to sense the fact i dislike sushi and that it’s okay princess get behind me i will protect yuou but they didn’t and mind you conan was like, doing the rounds. so the fish probably hates me but whatever i bought my mom a magnet for get this, 11 dollars. this whole ordeal made me think of you. what’s up how’s it going

wow youve given me a lot to think about i agree that sea lions that perform are obnoxious i think that sea lions in the wild are fine but they clearly have a penchant for showmanship like why else would they always be hanging out on that pier in frisco if not for tourist attention. i think in another life brendan urie was a sea lion. sturgeon touch pools are cool in concept but i do think they are a little too aloof to be good touch pool animals because their minds are often on other things like rotating 3d objects in their minds and shit. whats up with me is i just got off the plane to seattle. on the way home my dad told me they saw two giant 8+ foot arapaimas at the zoo in madrid that were bigger than the manatees that were supposed to be the main attraction. it really is a bias towards mammals i think that causes discrepancies like this to abound... people think they have more in common with a dolphin or manatee than a fish. but the question we should be asking ourselves is do we really want to be like dolphins? or should we aspire to be like the sturgeon long lived easily contented and peaceful with bone armor under our skin

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I am exhausted. I'm exhausted and I can't keep going at my job. I just can't do this anymore.

The last three days at work have been hell.

First day: I show up and there's no one there. I start work an hour after the store opens and two hours after someone else should've arrived. There was no one. So I texted my boss and started all of the prep, but I wasn't going to open without someone else because fuck that. Finally one of my coworkers showed up because he overslept. To his credit he apologized. Then it was just the two of us for three hours until another coworker came in. Two people didn't show up that day. One called out sick and one just decided not to come.

Second day: The worst and the one I'm saltiest about. I show up and the store isn't open again, but at least there's a coworker there. I didn't see her at first because she was asleep. So we opened, and it was just the two of us for FIVE HOURS until someone else came in. It was the three of us for a single hour until one had to leave and there were just two of us. During peak time. I decided to shut down the drive thru because again, two of us, but a manager from fhe gas station (I work in a restaurant connected to a gas station) came over and told me it had to stay open or I could be fired. The way she said it was so fucking condescending, I nearly told her she could fire me and considered walking out. But I didn't. I had to stay an hour later because only one person, my coworker, was scheduled for that hour and I didn't want to leave him alone. It was so busy we didn't have a chance to breathe, but I still managed to finish a couple end of shift things. Not everything, but some. After that extra hour I HAD TO LEAVE and I apologized to the next manager, told him it was just the two of us and told him what I had managed, and that I needed to go. He just said "Okay." He didn't say "Can you wait while I see if there's anything I need you to do?" Or "Before you go can you finish X?" If he had I would've. But he said "Okay." And I had to fucking go. And again, I had done a surprising amount for the fact that there were two of us. To do everything. All day.

Third day: I show up and there are only two of us again. An hour passes and two more people are supposed to arrive. They don't. They didn't call out, they just didn't show up. Finally, an hour and a half after his shift was supposed to start, one of the two showed up. Three of us running everything. An hour before close one of them had to leave, so it was two of us to close. We stayed an hour and a half late. That's midnight thirty btw. We stayed until midnight thirty because people decided not to fucking show up to their goddamn job and I had to pick up their slack.

Then today, there was a manager's meeting. That includes me. In that meeting, the manager from the second day said, to the damn general manager "I know they were short staffed, but so were we, and this is unacceptable" and handed the GM a list of the shit we hadn't gotten done. Y'know, after I stayed an hour late, after running a shift with two people on one of our busiest days. And by the way, he had four people. Four people for a closing shift is a fucking luxury. He wasn't short staffed by any stretch of the imagination, but he had the fucking audacity to complain about me.

I can't keep doing this. Three days like that nearly killed me. On that second day I cried after my shift because it was so frustrating and overwhelming. It's taking such a horrible toll on me. I dread going to work because I'm afraid it's going to keep being like this. I'm afraid I'm going to show up and no one will be there, or I'll have to deal with a rush with just two people, or some asshole manager will call me out at a meeting with every manager for not being able to leave the restaurant spotless after I stayed a fucking hour late, after running a shift with two fucking people. I wish I didn't have to pay rent because I want to quit. This is ridiculous and I shouldn't have to put up with it, but here I am, putting up with it and still getting shit for it. No matter what I do, no matter the shit they give me, I provide service with a smile and I get absolutely nothing but shit in return.

This is why I hate being a fucking reliable worker. I'm expected to do everything and do it perfectly, while other people will do less than the bare minimum and it's tolerated. I'm held to a higher standard, I'm expected to do all of this and not have a single complaint, but people are welcome to complain about me. I wish I could just not care and not work hard and not show up for half of my shifts, but of course I can't. I can't keep doing this, because one day I'm going to have to run a two person shift or deal with a shitty customer or manager, and I'm just going to walk out and not come back. I don't deserve this shit but of course I'm stuck dealing with it, dealing with the crap that everyone leaves me. I work my ass off all the time, then I have one of the shittiest days ever and can't manage to leave the restaurant perfect, and I get called out in front of everyone. Fuck him. Fuck him fuck him fuck him. I've been pissed about this all day which is why I just had to get it out. I can't keep fucking doing this. I shouldn't have to.

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hey? I got a request for a Logan Howlett x reader x Ex! Steve Rogers one shot,(or two if you feel like it). Maybe one where Steve makes a bet with his nasty friends to date reader and she finds out and confronts Steve, but he's an asshole about it and then she leaves the tower. Years later she's with Logan Howlett and happily married and Steve is living with a lot of regret. He tried to get her back but Reader tells him what she really thinks about him and it's not good.

hi! I will be doing a part 2 where logan comes into the picture, as for now, I hope you enjoy what I've written. thank you for sending me this!

summary - the reader finds out everything was all a bet, leading her to confront steve and finally leave them behind.

warning - angst, swearing.

the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

All fairytales start with a sad beginning.

As I enter the hallway with the biggest smile, I suddenly hear Steve talking loudly with Sam and Bucky. My brows furrow, not meaning to eavesdrop, but it’s hard when they are talking so loud, but I wish I had left.

“So when are you gonna pay up, Wilson?” I lean against the wall as I listen, wondering why Sam would have to pay Steve. Maybe he owed him money? 

“Me? What about Barnes? He was in on the bet too!” The sound of scoffs fills my ears before chuckles follow.

“I can’t believe it was so easy for her to say yes.” My brows furrow, wondering who she was and who she said yes to. Bucky continues to speak, answering the questions I probably never wanted answered. “How does someone like Y/n think you would want her?” The moment the words leave his lips, my heart drops. Finally, understanding everything, the pieces to the puzzle connect rapidly before my eyes.

The smirk on Steve’s face when I agreed to a date, the way he’d snicker with his friends anytime I’d walked into the room. How he’d ignore me anytime I’d try to show affection in public, and he’d check out other women whilst we were together. Everything was starting to make sense, and I couldn’t believe I was fooled. Who else was in on this bet? Was everyone laughing behind my back? Was this entertainment for them? 

“I know, right? You should’ve seen how excited she was when I asked her out.” The words and the cockiness of Steve’s tone cause my hand to cover my mouth as I choke back a sob. Tears brim as I hear them laugh about me for the next few minutes. “Next, I’ll give her some lie about loving her just so I can get into her pants. How much do you guys want to bet how long it’ll take for her to give in?” 

I take a deep breath when his words hit my ears, closing my eyes for a split second before I gather my bearings because I wasn’t raised to take shit from a man. Inhaling and exhaling, I tell myself that I don’t need him, and it’s his loss for losing me. 

My eyes open, nodding to myself before I push away from the wall and enter the room, causing the three horrible men to go silent. As I stare up at Steve, all three pairs of eyes look at me. He holds a cocky smirk as he steps forward, expecting me to jump into them. 

“Hey, baby. Did you miss me?” The smirk drops when I continue to stare, no emotion shown as I hold myself back from punching him in the face. 

“I was just a bet? So everything was a lie?” The sight of them snickering, and looking at each other as they look down at me, makes my blood boil. 

Steve shrugs, “so what if you were? You're lucky you even held my attention. I mean, have you looked at yourself lately?” My brows furrow and my mouth opens and closes, filled with disbelief. “Why are you looking at me like that, baby? Why don’t we just forget this mess and go to my room.” The smirk returns, and he moves forward and goes to wrap his arms around me whilst leaning down for a kiss. 

My hands come up as I push against his chest, looking at him like he’s grown three heads. “Are you fucking serious? I’m not going to have sex with you, you fucking moron. You know what, Steve? Go to fucking hell! And take your friends with you.” I push Steve away and storm out of the room, quickly heading to mine to grab my stuff and go. I couldn’t be here anymore. The thought of everything was too overwhelming.

The moment I have everything packed, I leave and don’t look back. There’s no point in saying goodbye to these people, as they probably were a part of it all. 

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[luxesiren]

⸻ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐄; aot boys x black reader

(❅) synopsis; the aot boys reacting to you asking if they wanna kiss under the mistletoe, headcanons

(❅) warnings; black fem!reader, uses she/her pronouns, fluff, minor swearing, pet names (darling, mamas, ma, baby, etc.), implied smut, mentions of smoking

(❅) author’s notes; merry christmas to everyone and a happy holidays for anyone who doesn’t celebrate christmas, i hope you’re having a good day and i just wanted to share this little piece with you to brighten your day!

𝘼𝙍𝙈𝙄𝙉 𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙀𝙍𝙏

my baby. soft baby and i love him so much

he would be the first to ask you if you wanna kiss under the mistletoe, he would be very nervous since it’s your first christmas together.

you guys would be in your matching pajamas and he would have a nervous smile painted on his face.

“hey baby!” you said with a smile.

you noticed he was hiding something behind his back, blush covering his cheeks, he pulled the mistletoe from behind his back and held it above you guys’ head.

“wanna kiss under the mistletoe?” he would ask with a small smile.

you nodded enthusiastically, never kissing underneath the mistletoe before and you’ve always wanted to.

“oh baby, of course i would!” you said. armin would place the mistletoe over his head and then pull you closer by your waist and kiss you softly.

your arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him closer with a loving sigh.

his eyes closed and throwing the mistletoe behind him and dipping you and kissing you deeper.

you pulled back with a laugh, “gosh, i love you baby!”

“i love you more. merry christmas!”

𝙅𝙀𝘼𝙉 𝙆𝙄𝙍𝙎𝘾𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙄𝙉

jean loves christmas traditions, he just won’t admit it.

you would deliberately pull him under the mistletoe and point up.

he would look at you confused before looking up and blushing profusely, he would be nervous but also a little bit confident.

“jean, baby, you good?” you would ask when he would look at you in silence.

“you wanna kiss? under the mistletoe? with me?” he would ask, pointing at himself.

you would roll your eyes playfully and smile, “of course! who else would i be kissing?”

jean would laugh and pick you up by your thick thighs causing you to yelp and wrap your arms and legs around him.

“mama, i just wanted to confirm so i can brag to eren that i kissed someone underneath the mistletoe and he didn’t.” he said with a smirk.

you rolled your eyes and pulled him into a kiss, you arms pulling him closer and his arms resting in the small of your back.

jean would kiss you for hours on end under the mistletoe just because he’s never done it and of course, he wanted to brag to eren.

“merry christmas, mama. i love you.”

“jean, sweetheart, i love you and merry christmas.”

𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙉 𝙅𝙀𝘼𝙂𝙀𝙍

eren would think the whole thing is corny.

“you really don’t wanna kiss me under the mistletoe?” you would ask with an arched brow.

“nah, ma. that shit is corny.” he brushed it off.

you crossed your arms with a roll of your eyes, you went to sit down and eren followed you.

“ma, im sorry.” he said. “we can do it, i didn’t mean to make you upset.”

you would ignore him and he would pull the mistletoe from behind his back and hold it over your head.

when he saw that it wasn’t working, he would put his santa hat on his head and lean closer to you, “cmon ma, i wanna kiss you.”

you glance over to him and sighed with a small smile, you would place your hands on the side of his face and pull him into a kiss.

he would keep the mistletoe above your head as he kissed you lovingly, pulling you into his lap with a smile.

you would pull back with a grin, “thank you, ren, baby. i love you.”

“i love you too, ma. whatchu think about keeping this mistletoe up and i kiss all over this pretty body, yeah?”

you rolled your eyes playfully as he laid you down and started to pull off you pants, “only you would make a cute tradition nasty.”

he laughed loudly, “merry christmas, baby.”

“merry christmas, ren.”

𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙀 𝙎𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍

connie would think it’s the funniest thing ever but he would do it.

“con! you wanna kiss me under the mistletoe?”

he laughed loudly in response, “holy shit. people do that?” he would ask after he’s done laughing.

“yes, you goofy idiot.” you said, trying not to laugh at him laughing.

he would look up at the mistletoe and chuckle before pulling you close to him, puckering his lips as a joke and making you laugh.

“connnn, be serious.” you laughed.

he smiled softly at your laugh and he would kiss your cheek before actually kissing your lips.

your arms wrapped around his waist and kissing him deeply, all your love for this goofy man being poured into the kiss.

your first christmas with connie was the best you could’ve asked for, you wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

he would pull back and place a final kiss on your neck before pulling the mistletoe down and looking at it. “you sure we can’t smoke this?”

“connie, please!” you bursted into a fit of giggles, connie looking at you seriously.

“what?! i’m serious!” he said.

“cmon let’s go smoke this last blunt.”

connie followed you and wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek, “merry christmas, mamas.”

“merry christmas, con, baby.”

𝙍𝙀𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙍𝘼𝙐𝙉

you would bring reiner to christmas with your family and they would love him

he wouldn’t resist asking you to kiss him under the mistletoe in front of everyone.

“darling, you wanna kiss under the mistletoe?” he would ask and you would blush at his chivalry.

all your aunties loved him and started shouting, “you betta kiss him before i do.”

he laughed and pulled you closer to him, you went with him and grabbed onto his shoulders.

you stood on your toes and kissed his lips while the mistletoe rested above you, all your family cheering and clapping like it was the best they’d ever seen.

his arms pulling you closer and kissing you with all his love. you patted his chest and pulled back with a smile, “my dad will kill you if you start tonguing me down.”

he looked over to see your dad looking at him with evil intent, he waved shyly and looked over at you, “good thing, i already told him that you’re it for me.”

“yeah? reiner, honey, i love you.”

“i love you too. merry christmas, darling.”

“merry christmas, honey.”

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