#do we think they'll let me take that to law school? i think they should 😂

[maelstromdeparture]

i have a rant because something happened recently that was a lil funny but mostly has been bugging me just a smidge

okay so i was recently in texas for several reasons (mostly Ateez but that is not what this is about) one of those reasons was my bf and i went to animefest together

several things that should be known: i live in a very small state the kind that considers what many states would call a town a big city. it's a very red state. i tend to be very feminine presenting and have been seriously told i look like a disney princess. i have spent a lot of my life in either fully female dominated or fully male dominated spaces (ballet, sorority, computer science, physics, law school) and am not unused to sexism as a result

but most of my interactions with sexism (that isn't like little things) is family member interactions or customer service (when i still worked coffee shops) because while i was the only girl in my physics classes in just shy of a rural part of the state, those boys had it figured out and i never had problems.

i haven't been to a lot of fan events so most of my fan activity is online, this isn't the first year i've gone to anime conventions (first one this big tho) but it is the first year i've gone with my boyfriend. no one bat an eye when we went to the local one this year. but texas? it's funny because it wasn't a big thing, it was just little things but it still surprised me

when bf and i decided we were going he was like "do you want to cosplay?" and im like "i mean if you're down absolutely let's do it" and he told me to pick the cosplay so we did demon slayer. which is not an anime he watches but he knows about it because i talk about it.

9/10 vendors and people we talked to would comment on the cosplays to him. ask him something about the show. and then the look of shock on their faces when they realize that he knows nothing about the anime. that no he didn't convince his girlfriend to cosplay at the anime con with him. he cosplayed for me. so many people looked like the idea that was something someone could do had never occurred to them.

not a single person we talked to considered for a second that i was who liked demon slayer, i think only two people even considered that we both liked demon slayer. almost everyone we talked to immediately assumed i was there for him.

it was funny the first couple times and then i was quickly like "right sexism because i'm a girl love that for us" at least watching these idiots go through five stages of grief when they realized not only did they screw up embarrassingly they did it in front of a real life girl that actually likes the same anime was hilarious.

i had so much fun being there that it didn't bother me too much in the moment just brief irritation the fifth time it happened but since then i keep thinking about it and i just find it frustrating

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hellos team anon here!

So I'm never home on the weekends because I'm off seeing my father.. and even if I've bitten off more than I can chew it shouldn't be more than I can chew

I'm too childish for a highschooler and I need to stop being a kid and I know it's just my trauma and developmental issues that's caused that but I need to grow up now and actually learn to be teenager if that makes sense?

I feel like I just need to figure out how to chew it rather than chew less

I kinda wish I didn't have to see my dad on the weekends because then I'd actually have time to do things and I also wish I actually had friends or just wish I didn't know myself super well because that kinda thing seems to scare people off

We had our first Saturday rehearsal recently though and I was super happy about that

This is a little messy but it's midnight and I should really go to sleep, the weekends are really starting to boost my phone usage and it's annoying me like a month ago my daily average was between 2 and 3 hours but the weekends have been slowly boosting it to 5 - 7 and on the weekends I'm on it all day

My mother currently believes I'm going to be one of those failure to launch people because to her I'm not doing enough but I also agree that I'm not doing enough

But I don't think I'd be a failure to launch because I'm not doing enough but because since I was born I was constantly in a traumatic situation until highschool so I don't know

I don't think I could ever manage being an adult

We don't have any money I don't have many friends and a lot of them aren't great friendships either

I want to leave the house and go outside because I like the outside but that's how they'll find me

So I can't do outside

I love too far from any friends that I kinda have

I'm a techie so I can't be friends with the actors by law almost and then my agoraphobia won't let me approach the few actors I think are really cool and want to talk to because they always have other actors around them

I've never done well in school and now I suddenly need to and I cant

I can't go to uni because it's too much money so I can't give myself another year

I'm younger than all my peers by a year and the schools wouldn't let my mother hold me back when I was struggling

Last time I did well in school was 3rd grade

This is now more so me complaining that anything

I'm not reading through this I'm just sending cause it's time to get ready for another week of no sleep and since rehearsal is now a thing guaranteed meal times unlike anytime else and also guaranteed social time because I'm a extrovert I just struggle sometimes because of situations I've been put through so I don't have to wait alone after school for hours anymore until the show is over but I'm looking at trying to take an ASM role next semester so I have more rehearsals I get to go to

Hopefully I can become friends with the one actor that I really want to become friends with [he has a lot of friends but I try] and maybe with some of the others too

This is a complete mess lol

Hi!

Honestly, it sounds like you're being super hard on yourself. Yes, you need to find strategies to succeed, but shitting on yourself isn't going to help anyone, you know? You clearly care, and that's a huge part of the problem for some people.

Have you tried reaching out to a teacher and seeing if they have suggestions for strategies? Honestly, it sucks so much that schools don't teach you HOW to school. Maybe a trusted teacher can help with that?

[purplesimmer455]

The next morning, Riley’s sister Sophia comes over for a surprise visit. She's in Japan to visit some friends and wanted to see her sibling, sister-in-law, and niblings. Riley, who's up early, hugs her and let's her inside, where Sophia insists on making breakfast. "Sophie, you should rest and let me do it." Riley says and Sophia grins. "It's okay, sib. I've got this." She says, flipping a slice of bread over as it sizzles. "I can't wait til Nan and Ru wake up. I'm so excited to see them." Sophia says as Riley grins. "They'll be excited too. Nan was just asking me and Steph if we could go to Tomarang and visit you." They say and Sophia smiles. "You should definitely visit. I bought a larger place so there's enough room for you, Steph, and the kids. Plus, I'd love to take you guys around my favorite places." She says and Riley smiles.

Riley helps set the table and by the time Stephanie and the kids wake up, breakfast is ready. The kids are so excited to see their Aunt and hug her before settling down. "Ma, can I stay home with you, Ren, and auntie Sophie?" Nancy asks. "No, nooboo. You need to go to school." Stephanie says and Riley nods. "Aww." Nancy says, pouting a bit. "It's okay Nan, when you and Ru get home, we'll spend the rest of the day together." Sophia says, reaching over to ruffle her niece's hair. "Yay, I can't wait." Nancy says, smiling as Stephanie and Sophia exchange a smile. Haruo then gets his auntie's attention and tells her about his classes and the new horse fact he learned. "You know your parent and I grew up near a horse farm in Willow Creek? When we were kids, we would go there all the time and the owners allowed us to ride the horses sometimes." Sophia says, grinning at her sibling. "Really? Wow, what kind of horses?" Haruo says, his eyes wide and Riley grins. "I think they were the paint horses." They say and Haruo grins, launching into an explanation of them to his family.

[sunnyie-eve]

12 | Accepting

Series: A Zombie's Serenity 

Paring: Zed Necrodopolis x OFC Buchanan!

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes, and I'm using Brenna D'Amico as how the OC's looks

| MASTERLIST |

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All morning before leaving for school, Bucky wouldn't shut up about winning the election against Zed. "Okay, can you shut up about it now? You won, woohoo." I snap while I eat breakfast. 

"You're just mad your monster didn't win because he zombied out." He baby talks me as he heads to he front door. 

"And he would have won if he didn't!" I shout as he leaves. 

"You know how your brother is... just ignore him." Mom tells me and something catches my eye. 

"Your hair..." I get up from my seat. 

"Oh, yeah. Someone helped me to stop hiding it." She gives me a smile. 

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" I look at her hair that was just like mine, actually the exact same as mine. 

"I never felt confident or comfortable but watching you since you started showing it off started to make me think about it." She tells me so I give her a big hug. "Now get out of here and get to school." She shoves me off of her as our doorbell rang. "I'll get it. You get your bag and put your bowl in the sink." She leaves the room and I do what she said to do. "Oh, Zed." I hear her say making me do it fast. 

"You have hair just like Serenity too?" He points it out. 

"I do. I hid it my whole life until now. Serenity, taught me that I should be comfortable in something that means me." She give him a smile. 

"We better get going to school like you told me to." I kiss her cheek then take Zed's hand into mine. "

Have a good day. And Zed remember you're welcome over whenever you feel like it. If Bucky says thing, I'll just send him to his room." She makes him laugh and say okay as we leave.

"You didn't tell me she had hair like you." Zed looks down at me. 

"I didn't know. Like she said, she hid it her whole life." I laugh as we walk. 

"Have you talked to Addison?" He brings her up. 

"Nope. Do you think I was too harsh yesterday?" I stop walking to ask him. 

"I personally don't think it matters if you were or weren't because you were letting your feelings out you seem to have bottled up. Just remember you are special to some people. Especially to me." He kisses the top of my head. 

"Let's just get to school." I laugh and we walk to school hand in hand.

"Attention, everyone. This is you new president, Bucky reminding you that the Prawn is tomorrow night." Bucky says over the PA. 

"As you know, with the anti-monster laws still in place, this is a human only event." Principal Lee adds. 

"Why exactly are the laws still in place? Aunt Missy put them back because everyone was scared of the werewolves attacking... then they come to school and do other things but they never got rid of them." I complain as we get to school. 

"You have a point. Are you going?" He asks me. 

"I already told you no. I don't care about dances. Plus I'd rather spend the night with you at home." I squeeze his hand with a smile.

The day went by fast and anytime Addison and I were near each other you could feel the tension. We tried our best to ignore each other and we did a good job till we had to pair up together. The teacher wasn't exactly happy that we didn't discuss the topic we were on in class. Our conversation had about less than five sentences. 

As soon as the bell rang we split apart not wanting to be near each other. I get a text from my mom telling me to tell Zed that he's invited to dinner tonight. He slightly startles me when he pops up next to me at my locker, "My mom said your invited to dinner tonight." I tell him and his eyes widen. 

"Wait, really?" He asks so I show him the text. "What am I going to wear? How much crap is Bucky going to talk? Is your dad okay with this?" He starts to rant. 

"Zed, wear what you normally wear. You don't have to impress anyone. My parents like you. Just be yourself and they'll like you even more. So no pretending to be someone you're not." I poke his chest.

When I get home I tell my mom Zed said he'll come over later when it's closer to dinner time. "That's great. I even went down to Zombietown earlier to get some food just for him so he'll feel at home." She smiles as I take a seat at the island. 

"You scare me lately. You know that." I laugh at her. 

"How so?" She starts to work on dinner. 

"You went from hating zombies strongly to making a special meal for one you invited over for dinner." I say causing her to turn around. 

"And I was wrong because they aren't as bad as I thought. Plus Zed is such a sweet handsome boy. Not to mention he stole my daughter's heart." She gives me a sweet smile. 

"You sure it's wasn't his quick wit and charming smile?" I laugh. 

"His smile is charming... I understand why you feel for him as soon as you saw him."

"Actually when I first met him I didn't see him because it was dark in the zombie safe room. Then the lights came on and Addison punched him in the face." I let her know. 

"Speaking of Addison... I heard you two were at it yesterday? What happened?" She asks with her back towards me. 

"Long story short she was trying to become a werewolf. Zed stole her necklace that would turn her into if she was one. She got mad at me because I knew he took it and I wasn't going to tell her. I told her it wasn't my place and that I told Zed, he knows what he has to do. Then I snapped telling her she's obsessed with her hair wanting it to mean something special. Unlike me who doesn't care and know it has no special meaning. She can't live with the thought that it has no special meaning. She constantly whines about not feeling like she belong, not having her own little pack, when she have so many people who care and love her for who she is." I explain in a mono tone making her turn to face me.

"Her response was I can't see myself or understand myself yet I say I'm nothing special or important but I'm okay with that. Then she adds she knows why because of the constant reminder in my head telling me, grandma said she's more special. I hate the fact that I don't know why she said that. So I have no choice but to see myself as nothing and pretend I'm okay with that." I roll my eyes. 

"Grandma Angie told you Addison was more special?" She tilts her head. 

"Yep, and it's been burned into my brain." I nod my head. 

"Growing up she told me Missy was more special than me. She told me when you were born she was disappointed that we both got brown hair with our white. Said we won't have the spark... whatever that meant." She walks over to stand next to me and touch my hair.

"Then does our hair actually mean something? Then what?" I ask confused watching her face. 

"Said I didn't need to worry about it." She forces a smile and I could tell she was keeping something but I let it go. 

As she goes back to making dinner I head upstairs to my room. As I was working on some things for class, Bucky comes into my room with a big smile across his face. "What?" I whine. 

"I thought I'd be nice and keep one of each for you." He pulls out a poster, and a bangers of the, Zed for prez, he made to make him look like a monster. "I know you like your monster so I saved it for you." He puts them on my bed. I decided to keep that Zed was coming over for dinner so he would be surprised. "Now I have to work on president things." He chuckles leaving my room.

I have no clue where he thinks I can put this big banner because it was long than the length of the wall. I fold it up and put in in a box and put the standing banner in a corner of my room. I go over to bag and pull out the crumbled poster to look off the wall yesterday. I smooth is out the best I could then put it up on my wall. I did hate when he tries to make himself look normal but I mean he was running to make change.

[lesbiangummybearmafia]

Ok so 1953 was 70 years ago... 2053 is only 29 years away. This is my point the conservatives and Republicans in this country want to drag us all back 70 years ago if they had their way. I chose 1953 out of thin air, but pretty much any year of 50s. Because white men controlled everything back then. It's the 21st century for fuck sake, we're closer to 2053 now, are we all going to sit idly by allow them to this? Y'all realize we could easily vote all those old white bastards out of congress if enough got up off our butts and actually went out and voted, no matter what it takes. The only reason they stay in Congress and everywhere else is because more old conservatives and Republicans get out and vote. And I get those fuckers make impossible in alot of places to vote if we aren't one of them. But we gotta be fuck you, we're stronger, smarter, better, younger, more determined to have a better future. So we're not going to let their bullshit trickery and straight up cheating stop us from voting we'll get it done. Even just to piss those motherfuckers off. Vote for people of color, lgbtqia+ candidates, trans candidates, vote for not Republicans or Democratic candidates (if they get enough votes they'll win), vote for candidates that are younger then 50!! Just fucking vote, because even if think it does nothing, if dislike/hate conservatives/republican/fascist politicians voting against them will piss them the fuck off, prove them wrong about all of us, make them look stupid (which is always fun) and hopefully save our democracy. Because those motherfuckers are chipping away at it, it now huge fucking pieces their taking off not little pebbles. Just look at all laws they've passed at the state level to restrict our civil liberties, control free speech by banning books, passing laws to control women's reproductive rights, first the Supreme Court overturning Roe v Wade now having state after state passing insane laws banning abortions. In every case is a clear indication how much conservatives man don't care about women or our lives. Then the onslaught of laws targeting the trans community, limiting their access to health care they need and unleashing a wave of transphobic all over ourcountry. Also laws targeting the lgbtqia+ community, banning drag shows, that in theit history never hurt anyone. There a celebration.

We the people, remember there are way more of us then any political party, any amount of politicians, no matter how much powerful they think they are. We our number them! We are louder, we are angry, we are feed up, we are tried of the lies, we are tried of all the bullshit, we done being told what America should be like. Because that definition doesn't work anymore, we're gonna give America a new definition for right now! For the 21st century, for 2023 because we're not going the fuck backwards no fucking more. The only direction is forward, into the future, we want to know what America can be in 5, 10, 15, 20 years from now. That is not some conservative, Republican, fascist, authoritarian old white man wet dream!!! Nope, not happening not on our watch assholes!

We will not go gentle into that good night! We will rage, rage against the dying of the light!! In other words will not allow our democracy to be killed by traitors to our country that even now spit fascist ideals in Congress, in Governor offices, state legislators, mayors officials, city councils, school districts. Just look at horrors that been unleashed on Florida because of Ron DeSantis who is without doubt a fascist and an authoritarian!

That why the next elections are so important. Why it's so important to register to vote at

And go out vote or to make it easier if your state allows voting by mail, that what I do. I'm in Arizona, they send me a ballot in mail, I fill it out. I can either mail it or drop it off. It's great!! To see if your state has voting by mail go to.

Some other voting resources:

https://rockthevote.org

https://vote411.org

(Helps if your homeless and want to vote)

(Helps people with disabilities to vote)

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics With Titles That Start With T (2) Masterlist

part one

Take a Picture (It'll Last Longer) (ao3) - phantasticworks

Summary: Dan and Phil meet at 2 a.m. in a coffee shop. Phil is a photographer looking for a model, and Dan can't say no to pretty boys.

Take it Slow (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: A fluffy and smutty oneshot about Dan and Phil’s first time.

Take Off (ao3) - bexcj

Summary: Phil is a flight attendant and he watches the same passenger for years.

Terrifying Truths And Drunken Dares (ao3) - thejigsawtimess

Summary: It's late, they're both drunk, but there's vodka and each other, and hey - you know what sounds great? Truth or frickin dare.

Thank God we're home (ao3) - Shambelina

Summary: Dan and Phil return from touring and they have sex. That's it, that's the plot.

Thank You - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan is homeless and living in this massive abandoned house but then Phil and his family come along to renovate it and they're both like ‘um what are you doing here’ and then they become friends.

That Wasn't In A Plan, Was It? (ao3) - JenCollins, WordsAblaze

Summary: When Dan and Phil are set to be partners in school project things start to happen. They slowly itch closer but will their past let them stay together?

The Fake Boyfriend - dxnhowell

Summary: Phil is at a party when he’s dared to ask Dan Howell out. Phil doesn’t want to do the dare but he has no choice, so instead, he asks Dan to be his fake boyfriend.

theia mania (ao3) - hamartiawrites

Summary: Valentines' Day is coming up, and there are two teachers that the school wants to see together more than anything.

The Dragon Tamer - venusgfs

Summary: Dan Howell is the last dragon tamer alive and a well known mercenary to the Ten Islands, hired to kill Price Phil Lester of the Island Allister.

The Laundry Fic - elliesfics

Summary: So we all know from Dan’s latest video that he spent his early years of Uni travelling down to Phil’s flat to do ‘laundry’. Here’s that fic.

The Odyssey - dansphlevels

Summary: High school au where Phil is bullied for being gay and Dan thinks he should have just stayed in the closet. But it just so happens Phil has a big family and can't get any studying done, and Dan’s house is the perfect place to study.

The Way I Always Do - cafephan

Summary: In which Phil is a famous musician, and Dan struggles to keep up.

Theater Boys - dansleftboob

Summary:  Dan gets accepted into an acting academy in Scotland where he meets Phil. Dan’s parents aren’t very supportive of him, as they want him to become a lawyer and eventually force him to quit and go to law school. However, before Dan can break the news to Phil, Phil tells him he has feelings for him.

They'll Tear Us Apart If You Give Them the Chance (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan and Phil are both princes and they've been taught to hate each other their whole lives. They meet in a forest.

Things We Left Behind (ao3) - blueberryphancakes

Summary: It wasn’t that you expected to live with him forever; you simply forgot that ‘not forever’ meant ‘someday it will end.’

Third Degree (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Dan sets fires. Phil puts them out.

This is my Boyfriend (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: My parents are extremely homophobic and they're visiting, so can you pretend to be my boyfriend as an extra "fuck you"?

thought of you often (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: On Daniel's twenty first birthday, a man walks into his banquet hall that he hasn't seen in years.

Threw a penny on the pavement (ao3) - lovestillaround

Summary: he would lock himself in his room for days

Tire Me Out - darling-phil

Summary: After watching a horror film, Dan struggles to fall asleep. Phil is there to offer his help in a rather unorthodox way...

Time's Tide (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: All men have secrets, and Phil won't let his own be known. But even in 1984's Manchester there is another person that understands.

to the moon and back - marunette

Summary: AU where Phil is an astronomer and Dan is an astronaut.

Tonight, Tonight (ao3) - transdimensional_void

Summary: Goth!Dan has secrets, nerd!Phil has questions, and they both just want to have sex.

too loud in public (ao3) - dizzy, waveydnp

Summary: dan is too busy snogging a cute stranger named phil in a closet at a university party to realize the cops are about to break it up

Took You Long Enough - jilliancares

Summary: Dan keeps stealing Phil’s clothes and Phil doesn’t say anything because they look cute on Dan.

Tumble Into His Arms (ao3) - nebulous_frog

Summary: Dan is a swing dancing instructor that teaches a confused and clumsy Phil how to dance. Cue tripping and falling, flirting, and some teasing from some friends.

Turn and Face the Strange (ao3) - TortiTabby

Summary: Kathryn Lester starts to feel a change in her youngest towards the end of 2009.

turn this house into a home (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: A 2009-centric fic about starting to find pride in your identity for the first time, and finding family who helps you do that (even if it’s not the family you were born into)

two red strings (ao3) - watergator

Summary: phil just wants a lazy sunday

(based off dan's hoodie story)

[orangeprotogen]

Not to mention that, because as a child you're unable to really defend yourself, you don't have any ground to stand on. If you mess up, your parents take away or break your shit. Even if it's yours, they like to think that just because they bought it, that it's theirs forever. Or they'll hold it against you like they don't know what a gift is. The part I hate the most about this situation is how a lot of parents will demand respect from children for doing absolutely nothing. A child will be disrespectful and the first thing is always "I put a roof over your head, food on your plate, gave you water and sent you to school" but those are like...the bare minimum. Required by law, too. If they didn't do those things they'd be arrested for child abuse. They also chose to have that child in the first place, so why use something that a child had nothing to do with against them? It's ridiculous. And sure, some parents might say "oh well I get my kids gifts and presents and birthdays so they need to respect me" Do you give your adult friends gifts on their birthdays? If you're a nice person you might*, so let me ask. Do they need to respect you too? And the respect thing only goes so far! Even if you have parents that do some over-the-top shit that would demand a little bit of respect on their part (like going out of their way to make your days happy and whatnot), that respect will only carry so far. A child will not and should not treat you like a god because you care for them. You are supposed to care for them, that is your job as a parent. Not doing so would be horrid, and you don't deserve children if you act like this. {*You don't have to give people gifts on their birthdays. Just spending time with them or wishing them a happy birthday is sufficient. If you would like to give a friend a gift, go for it! They'll appreciate it. But don't feel pressured, ever, to give someone something. We learned in middle school that sharing is not always caring. There are other ways to care}

Honestly!!! This is just psychological trauma in the making

[casspurrjoybell-24]

My Mate - Chapter 15 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"This is Carmen, my girlfriend."

Calvin looked down at the female and then back to our parents.

"And she's pregnant... with my pup."

********

Stuffing Shrimp Alfredo in my mouth, my eyes jumped from mom to Calvin.

If I have to be honest, my older brother looks scared.

As he should... he's knocked up a female that's not his Mate and actually brought her home to meet our parents.

Did he not expect our Mom... who has always been a firm believer that every wolf should wait for their Mate... to not be upset?

This was the worst birthday dinner since I was a pup... at least the foods good.

I grabbed another piece of garlic bread and scooped some noodles onto it.

"Um... so how far along are you?" I asked the female, Carmen.

She's been silent the whole time, staring down at her plate of food.

She was probably scared Mom poisoned it... I wouldn't be too surprised if she did.

She looked up at me, her olive skin paler than it was when she first came in.

Her lip raised a little in distaste, not very pleased with me talking to her... I shrunk away some, averting my eyes.

Silverware clashed and I jumped, looking at Mom to see her glaring at the female.

"He asked a good question, how far along are you? Better yet, how do we know for sure it's my son's?" Mom said.

"Females like you usually have more than one partner."

My mouth popped open as I looked from one female to the other. 

"I don't know what kind of female you assume I am, Mrs. Frey but your son is the only male I've had any sexual relations with."

My nose wrinkled like I smelled something bad.

I really didn't want to hear about my brother's sex life over dinner or ever, really.

Mom scoffed, taking a sip of her wine.

"Is that what you tell them?"

"It's my pup, Mom," Calvin butted in before Mom could say anything else.

"We've been together for a year now."

Everyone let this new information sink in... I didn't know what to think.

If the pup is Calvin's, I'll have a niece of nephew... I can buy them all kinds of cute outfits and toys. 

If their mom lets me, Carmen doesn't seem to like me.

"I feel sorry for your Mate, Calvin and I hope they'll be able to forgive you," Mom said, standing abruptly and leaving with her glass of wine.

Dad sighed and ran a large hand over his stubbled face.

He hadn't said anything since Calvin got home and he'd just been eating like everything was fine.

"We'll talk later, alone," Dad said to Calvin before getting up to go find Mom.

I grabbed another piece of garlic bread.

"I told you we shouldn't have told them," Carmen hissed at Calvin.

"It was the right thing to do," Calvin sighed.

I watched them silently while eating... this was the effect humans had on us.

If Werewolves still waited for their mates, this would never be happening.

I guess we should be thankful that he didn't knock a human up.

It's against the law to expose ourselves to humans that aren't family or mates... that would have been bad.

********

Jasper didn't show up to school today.

Why would the Moon Goddess make me suffer for so long?

Eight long hours of obsessively thinking about finding my Mate.. it was torture.

Although I was a little happy that no one else in the school turned out to be my Mate.

I don't like any of them... see, it's Fate.

He's telling me Jasper is my one True Mate and we'll live a long and happy life together.

It's going to be great... I just know it.

Fidgeting with my backpack straps, I thought of what his reaction will be.

Maybe a smile... hopefully a kiss.

Sadly, my first had been stolen by a big stupid Alpha male I'd rather not think about.

What gave him the right to do such a thing?

I don't care who he is.

He could be one of the gods for all I care and that still wouldn't have given him the right to attack me in such a way.

It didn't matter how much I enjoyed the feel of his slightly chapped lips moving roughly against mine.

No, it didn't matter at all.

Maybe I was still drunk from all the alcohol I had consumed the night before.

Yeah, that's what I'm going with because there's no way I would actually enjoy kissing him.

My thoughts are getting sidetracked.

Jasper... that's who I want to think about.

Him and his pretty smile and perfect hair.

Not his older brother who had the audacity to steal from me my first kiss.

I had plans for it and he ruined it.

I wanted gentle and sweet and he forced his nasty tongue in my mouth.

I growled in anger despite my face warming at the memory.

He wasn't supposed to taste good.

Or smell good.

"By the Moon Goddess," I shouted out loud, wanting desperately to stop thinking about him.

[avocado-frog]

Another school story I have:

(kinda long lol)

In English we had a debate and I was put on a team of like three other kids, Levi, Chioma, Ryder, and Corbin, and I know none of these kids and Levi was the only other one there the first day of the debate and neither of us are very. motivated with school stuff like I have an essay due on tuesday and i haven't even picked a topic (it's thursday)

so chioma and ryder show up the next day and we fill them in on the assignment and stuff. Corbin comes in and he is Sick so we're all like ew get the fuck away. So since we banned corbin and the other two have only been there for like half of the assignment we decide to just wing the debate

The debate in question: should the legal drinking age in the US be changed I was on the no side (i don't actually care lol) and a group of girls who I sorta know were on the yes side. my group's arguments were about underage drinking levels, violence, and drunk driving. Theirs were that keeping it the same diminishes the thrill of breaking the law, that kids will find a way, and that it's lower in other countries

And those girls are LITERAL DEBATE STUDENTS. they are IN debate class. They have gone to STATE. Our group was "you could not make me do schoolwork if you tried" 1 and 2, has-never-talked-in-class-before, and Sick Child, and Ryder, and we were all winging it

The day comes for the debate and the group of girls (i dont remember their names uhh emily, kaitlyn, shaylee, and someone else) have everything done and ready they look confident i'm like whatever the prize for winning this debate is a hi chew i hate hi chews. My group has a pack of gum and a crumpled script, and i'm like alright im ready let's make a fool out of myself it won't be too bad

AND WE BOMB the WHOLE thing. Levi starts, he's talking about abuse, he says "they'll get domestically violenced" and im sitting across the other group with a finger gun to my head because emily thinks im funny and that's all i rlly care about. as long as someone thinks im funny

Corbin goes next, and he can't get through it because he keeps forgetting his lines and stumbling through it and coughing and shit and im supposed to go last so all i have to do is sit there and quietly pass away

Ryder goes third and he does an alright job. I'm thinkin we could win with the help of Ryder Not Sucking

The other group goes to say THEIR points and they're BEAUTIFUL. They have statistics, they speak clearly, make a joke here and there, it goes great

Then we have the counterarguments and I'm shaking my head at emily because we do NOT have those written and I still don't have to talk until the conclusion. fifteen minutes left in class i wanna GO HOME before I have to talk

So we don't have counterarguments and so Chioma who has to say all of them sort of just makes shit up for a while and at this point i am genuinely smacking my head against the table because i can feel everyone not part of that particular debate staring at ME who hasn't said anything yet.

Their counterarguments go wonderfully. I WANT them to win.

They say their conclusion the teacher gets out his little notepad and then it's my turn and im like Fuck It we're already losing so I ignore the paragraph I had written and said "in conclusion underage drinking is bad" and chioma looks at me like THAT'S WHAT YOU WROTE??? like gorl at least i had something. i just didn't say it. we're losing anyway

So the teacher goes around the rest of the classroom to the other kids that were watching us and he's tallying up the votes for either side and while he's doing that the other group was laughing at us for our shitty debate and tbh yeah that was fair actually

my teacher finishes taking the votes and goes to the front of the class and does a drumroll. I shout out "WHAT ARE WE DRUMROLLING FOR. WE KNOW WHO WON" and while the class is drumrolling he announces the winner and he fucking points at my group so for half a second it went DEAD fucking quiet

and i'm the one that goes "what the fuck." and then i swear to u the class blew up. imploded. it was like woodstock '99. the other group was flipping chairs. levi was dancing on the table. Ryder was hiding under the desk like it was an earthquake drill. Corbin was coughing because he was a sick victorian child who spent his life working in the mines. I could see the question marks around Chioma's head. The other group and I were SCREAMING demanding a recount, pounding on the desks and everything. the teacher is cackling. he quiets us, we go quiet again. the vote was a 20-1 on our favor. room implodes again. end post

[someotherdog]

“and don't you forget it!” mattie gave a small smile. though she quickly figured out joey had a strong personality, she was the experienced one in the arena of deception, so she had to be the boss of their operation. if he was to ever get her onto the ice some day, which would've been a fucking miracle and everyone should check their windows to make sure pigs were indeed flying, then he'd get to be the captain. off the ice, she was in charge.

“that's an expensive way to prove your worth, meu amado.” she teased, though it wasn't exactly a lie. her own time at college had been costly and she dropped out after one year. she couldn't imagine the debt she'd be in if she had gone to law school, it would've been astronomical. the various credit cards in her name had enough debt to pay for two trips to law school, but mattie preferred to ignore the credit statements she got nearly every day in the mail and debt collectors that constantly left her urgent voicemails. “well, if today has taught me anything, it's that you love to argue and broker deals. you're halfway to being a lawyer already! don't count yourself out yet.” she had to wonder: did lawyers make more money or did professional athletes? it would've been uncouth to ask, but it always came down to net worth for mattie.

anyway, it wasn't as if they were getting married and his money would become hers... hm, how much would she get for alimony?

put on to do list: marry a rich man for his money, then divorce him.

she surprised herself, getting a bit misty-eyed after telling her sordid tale. not tears of sadness, but embarrassment, maybe. perhaps it was from relief. mattie blinked, looking away from joey. she had just been the most vulnerable she'd ever been in years, crying in front of him would take it too far. one step at a time, girl, she thought.

so far, this fake relationship was the most successful one she had. really, all of the relationships she had were fake, even the platonic ones. in a way, their arrangement was the most genuine relationship mattie had ever had since moving to america. their boundaries were set, they were honest with each other, and now they had a secret to share. if she had been a honest person, and she naturally learned who joey was beyond his playboy persona, maybe they would've actually dated. maybe they would've had a real friendship, at the very least. alas, mattie was not an honest person, so who better to be his fake girlfriend than her? she could lie as easily as she breathed. for all he knew, she had made up that whole backstory, but for once in her life, she told the truth. a historic day!

he didn't think she was pathetic. well, that made one of them. still, it made her exhale a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. “then we're both pathetic, i guess.” despite the insulting words, there was a soft smile on her face. how had she missed it? when she met joey, she wrote him off as some dumb jock that didn't have nearly as much money as their friends, so there wasn't any point in trying to get close to him. he always looked at her with a critical stare, and she tried her hardest to be as pleasant and agreeing as possible, but it was clear from the moment she started hanging out with the group that jess and ryan were the suckers. there had been no point in trying to win joey over. now here they were, and joey was the one winning her over.

“thank you. and, y'know, you too. i don't have much to offer, but if you want... i don't know, shoplifting tips or something, i'm your girl.” being a con artist and occasional petty thief came into clutch sometimes. “let's cross that road... bridge... whatever the saying is when we get to it. if we play it smart, they'll never find out the truth and we won't need any dirt. besides, they're total idiots anyway. jess thought nashville was the name of a state, not a city. i mean, i'm not even american and i know that.” mattie laughed. out of all the people she conned in the last few years, jess and ryan were the easiest. it was as if they were saying please, mattie, take our money. we don't want it anyway. “why're you friends with them, by the way? did you go to school together or something?”

"i get it." he understands where she's coming from and the last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. boundaries were important to establish in any relationship, even those that were fake.

before their arrangement, joey hadn't bothered with mattie. he watched her from afar, charming all of their so called friends, claiming to be used to the life of luxury. he had seen right through her, even before catching her waiting tables in the bronx. it probably had to deal with the fact that before his career in professional hockey, he had lived a life similar to hers. trying to keep up with the joneses. it wasn't easy work.

"aye, aye, captain." as crazy as it is, he trusts the other woman. she may con people for a living, but she never tried to do it with joey. she probably wouldn't have gotten very far if she had, but still. working with mattie, he knew that they would both be able to pull this off, and get what they wanted in the end.

"i guess i do, although i don't know how much i'd want to be a lawyer. can't say i was ever really interested. it was one of those things i went for because everyone thought i wouldn't be able to. just wanted to prove them wrong." he shrugs. it feels weird to share this much information about himself to someone other than his teammates. outside of them, joey didn't really have many friends (correction: friends who actually knew the real him.)

he listens as she shares her story. the man can't help but wonder how many people, if any, knew the truth about her. it was a shame she had to put on such an act, because the real matilde seemed a lot better than the matilde she pretended to be. once again, he couldn't really blame her for doing what she did. she was just trying to survive, like the rest of the world.

"you have a lot to learn about me then, if you think that's going to make me look down on you. i don't think it's pathetic. maybe if the world was different, but it's so damn insistent on making us feel like we have to live this grand life to make our lives worth while. plus, everything is so fuckin' expensive." he chuckles. "besides, i'm the one who's asking you to be my fake girlfriend. isn't that a bit pathetic?" although, it was only being done because he had damaged his reputation a little too much in the past couple of months. the last thing he wanted to happen was being traded to a shit team because he couldn't keep it in his pants.

"and during this whole charade...if you ever need anything, let me know, alright?" he wanted to help her and not because he felt bad for her, because he didn't. just knew what it was like, having to impress people he could give two shits about. "i'll fill you in on some of the dirt i have on ryan and jess, if you'd like. give you a leverage over them so they can stop being smug little assholes."

[honey-milk-depresso]

I see that there has been a trend lately with twst MC as a character from Genshin...May I ask for MC as Yanfei with Heartslabyul? I think they'll have an interesting interaction as Yanfei talks about the law and stuff. If requests aren't open, feel free to delete this ^^

OOH THAT'S SO COOL! Personally also feel Yanfei can be on Octavinelle for me because of her signing contracts and shit- but also can see her with Heartslabyul cuz she remembers the rules and stuff!

You enjoy appraisal, reading, that you're just so knowledgeable in so many topics! You have a strong sense of justice, and you help your peers facing difficulties, even if you're new to NRC itself.

You're quick memorizing skills helps you know the nicks an nacks of the school, so you know your way around. When resolving disputes, you always get all (legal) evidence beforehand to make a compelling and convincing argument.

Despite having a playful nature, you takes your job seriously and practically, ensuring yourself and all involved parties of a case are well accounted for. Let's see what Heartslabyul go to say about this!

TWST The just and knowledgeable advisor, s/o

Riddle Rosehearts

FINALLY

Someone who remembers ALL the rules besides himself!

And Trey! he doesn't know he memorized half-I think-

Your incredible memory of the entire rules Heartslabyul has to follow is pretty impressive.

He knows students can't remember all 810 of them,

so at least maybe 200+ (if I can remember???)

So you being magicless,

and can remember all the rules,

makes you someone he can respect of sorts.

But due to your strong sense of justice, you do question the rules of Heartslabyul.

“A cat must play the violin during a full moon night if steak was eaten? Really? What if there was no cat like Grim to begin with? What are you going to do?”

Oh shit-

Questioning him might be irritating and even triggering towards him.

But after the overblot events, 

he’s used to your questions now.

Less irritated- let’s put it as that-

You actually put up pretty good arguments.

He loves talking to you,

over some tea and scones, bonus if you prefer them both hot and warm,

and he loves the conversations you have. You know a lot of topics!

And maybe... he likes listening to your voice, too <3

Trey Clover

Wow-  Not even he remembers ALL the rules.

He only remembers

H A L F-

You have really good memorizing skills, s/o-

Trey doesn’t really need to worry about you getting in trouble with Riddle, since you remember all the rules,

but what he really worries most is your strong sense of justice and how open you are to question Riddle.

He does thinks some of the rules most of the rules- are pretty ridiculous and unreasonable,

but he doesn’t question Riddle for the sake of staying out of trouble.

Yeah, that’s not you.

“Excuse me, don’t you find it ridiculous that we can’t eat hamburger steaks on a Tuesday? Anyone should be able to eat what they want so long they finish before class starts! Because-!”

Yeah, Trey covers your mouth before you can further anger Riddle and let him behead you-

He’s very impress by your way of putting your point across in a more civilized way unlike Ace- and your argument structures are very clear and understandable wait how did you know he and Riddle were childhood friends??

He’s also impress by your vast knowledge, especially cooking! Sometimes you know things he doesn’t know and he learns.

You’re a very nice person to talk to, and he feels he’s a lot comfortable to consult and confide in you.

You truly are amazing <3

Cater Diamond

WOAH-

YOU REALLY REMEBERED ALL THE RULES-

DAMN S/O

Never in his school life in Heartslabyul did he ever expect someone else besides Riddle to remember all the rules.

Wow- 

You must have a really extraordinary memory!

Like Trey, he’s not too worried about you breaking the rules,

because you frickin’ remember them obviously-

But again like Trey, he worries of your sense of justice coming in play to question the rules and Riddle’s authority.

“On days a hedgehog sneezes, everyone must sing a song together? I- There is literally no argument between both sides. This is utterly ridiculous due to-!”

Yep, like Trey, covers your mouth before Riddle gets fully triggered and have your head off-

nah man-

not now-

not ever-

He finds your wide knowledge so cool! Especially in aesthetics!

You teach him what type of angles, editing of selfies and much more to make his photos more, ya know,  a e s t h e t i c-

He’s loves your totally playful nature,

you’re just so cute! And so smart! <3

Deuce Spade

HOW CAN YOU REMEMBER ALL THE RULES??

PLEASE HELP HIM!!!

He doesn’t want to get in trouble unintentionally, because he couldn’t remember the weird ass rules Heartslabyul has.

So your there to tell him!

Though, Ace drags everyone in troubles so- 

there’s no escape-

But what he truly fears, is when you question Riddle.

He admires your strong sense of justice, really,

and he agrees,

but he doesn’t want you to “have your head off” by Riddle,

so he tries his best to hold you back.

“S/o, you can’t defy Riddle, I know, I agree with you wholeheartedly, but don’t get yourself in trouble with him! I don’t want you to put yourself in danger!!”

“That’s very sweet of you, Deuce. But he defied my lemon tea because I put in three sugar cubes instead of 2, and I just want to say-!”

“Don’t say that SO LOUD!!!”

B r u h-

But he finds your intelligence so cool!!

You know so much, all your conversations are just so interesting!

Sometimes he feels insecure of being your boyfriend, cuz he’s not as “perfect” as you.

You kiss his nose every time and tell him, he’s perfect the way he is <3

He blushes HXCGJDGD HES SO PRECIOUS-

Ace Trappola

The perfect dynamic!

The rule breaker and the rule upholder-

both put together-

Dear god-

So much bickering between you two!

You have to always stop Ace from doing stupid things like breaking his own dorm’s rules.

And he can be quite annoyed but that.

He finds the many rules so ridiculous!

But thing he can appreciates is your strong sense of justice.

Ace has his own sense of justice, like children aren’t dolls meant to be on display for all to see like trophies,

he’s got that sense of justice of sorts.

It’s so satisfying hearing you question Riddle with strong arguments-

“Ace is genuinely trying to make up for his troubles! A marron tart is a marron tart, and a compensation should not be rejected when the other party agrees to make up! Though I can’t control you, this is very rude behavior coming from someone whose suppose to be a role model!”

“THAT’S RIGHT, PEANUT GALLERY-”

“Ace, shut up-”

Your knowledge is something he finds kind of annoying, but at the same time cool-

like, if it’s cool to him-

He won’t admit it now, but he’s glad your always there to help him and steer him out of trouble, and still sticking up for him no matter how much of an ass he can be <3

[yourheartonfire]

The protagonist never meant to become an expert on Villain. When they took the job at a small city newspaper they had dreams of in-depth local issues reporting, exposes on city governance, sensitive portraits of local residents.

But no. Their city was just big enough to have its own villain. And 'capes sold clicks,' as the EIC shouted repeatedly in meetings, to the visible distress of the copy editor. So the protagonist was assigned full time to Villain beat.

They hated to admit it, but the EIC was right. Villain stories did numbers and the protagonist had a knack for sensitive portraits of his victims, exposes on the police force's bumbling. Suddenly the protagonist was becoming a name. Everybody was reading them!

Including, as it turned out, Villain.

"You can't take the - stop struggling, you'll damage your wrists - take the [major market] job."

The protagonist stopped thrashing wildly against the handcuffs holding them to the chair to stare, aghast. "How did you... Are you reading my emails!?"

Even through an opaque mask, the protagonist could sense Villain's eyeroll. "While I do agree with most of your reporting on the police's incompetence, you may want to ease up on your critiques of their cyber security."

The protagonist went cold with new, professional horror. When Villain had snatched them off their apartment balcony, whisking them to this abandoned warehouse, they'd merely been afraid for their life. Now they were racking their brain if any of their sources were at risk.

The Villain misinterpreted the look on their face. "Relax," he said, taking a step back. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're just going to threaten my future employment opportunities?" the protagonist snapped. "Which I hadn't decided to take, by the way."

"Thats [Supervillain]'s town. They'll want you to report on [Supervillain]," Villain said, arms crossed. "And while I find your tales of my exploits charming at best, harmless at worst, [Supervillain] doesn't have the same respect for the fourth estate that I do."

The protagonist squinted. In the dim light, it was hard to make out Villain's darkly costumed figure,  but they could have sworn they just saw him shiver. "Are you... worried about me?"

"No!" said Villain quickly. "But I think you can recognize we have a mutually beneficial thing here."

"Thing?"

Villain spread their hands. "I raise your profile, you raise mine. You get me. You like me, I can tell. You're a rabble raiser, a truth-to-power kinda person, just like me!"

"Like you?" The protagonist knew they should play along, get the story. But damn it, they were cold and scared and in no mood to think they were part of any villain's self-aggrandizement. "Don't you dare claim you're fighting the system! The system doesn't give a shit about you! You do your worst and they write you off and pass the cost onto the little guy - the only person you've ever hurt!"

The protagonist ran out of breath, throat abruptly dry, handcuffs on their wrists as sharp and bruising as Villain had warned them. Villain was looking down on them, their smokey cloak billowing softly in a non-existent breeze.

"Yeah," he said dryly. "That's the kind of thing that will get you killed in [Supervillain]'s town."

"Screw you." The protagonist sagged back against the old metal chair. This was not at all how they imagined their first face to face with Villain going. They doubted they'd get another one. "We're not friends and we don't have a thing. Jeez, I'll quit journalism and go to law school before I side with you."

"Well, don't let me push you to that." Villain cleared his throat. "I mean, if you have to take the job, leave town, then fine. Whatever. Just... don't underestimate [Supervillain], okay? If you think I'm bad, well..." He shivered again, this time more theatrically.

The protagonist eyed him, long and focused. "You want an interview."

"What? No!" Villain scoffed, again too fast. "Why would I give you something you so obviously desperately want?"

The protagonist sighed. "Give me back my phone."

"No!" This time the Villain was serious. "Are you kidding?"

"So I can record this," the protagonist said patiently. "I've got an app."

"Use a pen and paper."

The protagonist raised an eyebrow. "You've got pen and paper in that suit?"

Villain glanced down. There was another long pause, then he pulled out protagonist's phone, tapped in their password "Okay. Recording."

The protagonist closed their eyes, imagining a list of questions in front of their eyes, imagining how this was going to come together on the page, imagining themselves accepting a Pulitzer - they shoved that thought away. Focus on the work.

They opened their eyes, looking Villain in the eye - the mask - as he obligingly held out the phone between them, red light blinking.

"So," they said, relaxing against the metal chair and cuffs. "Tell me why you do this."

And Villain did.

Now continued here!

[hibiscusia]

Not the usual knight

The bar was not bad, if you take in consideration that he was chosen by Riven.

It's not that Musa didn't like the brown hair guy, well yes at first she had despised him. But with time...A lot of time, she had learned that looks can be deceiving, and that in Riven's case, the shell he'd created for himself didn't define who he really was. Even if he was still a piece of shit most of the time.

“This place is great Riv !”

Sky was looking around, his hand on Bloom's hip.

“See . I told you that I knew some nice places. Come on, let's get a table.”

“We should have come earlier, given the crowd finding a place might be complicated.”

The small group of friends ended up finding a small table in the back of the bar and once their drinks had been ordered, the discussion soon turned around the contract that Musa had managed to land with a music company, the young woman was so happy since the news that even her horrible neighbor hadn't succeeded in ruining her day by reproaching her for making too much noise for almost half an hour that morning.Bloom was also swimming in joy given that she had passed her year and that she had managed to land a job in her favorite vintage shop for the summer, the redhead had only one hurry, that the year school is officially over so they can all have a crazy summer.The discussion then turned to Sky who, according to Riven, had nearly died a good twenty times from despair during the year.

“At the same time you chose to orient yourself in politics man, no one in reasonable sense chooses this sector of their own free will.

“Fuck you Riven.”

“For once I agree with him”

“Not you too Bloom!”

"I'm sorry Babe but everyone knows that entering politics is saying goodbye to all forms of social life...it's the same with studying law."

“Musa please take my side.”

"Sorry Sky, but I wouldn't even have survived a week in your place, so..."

" I hate you all."

The conversation then turned to Riven and his Masters in Biology, which was going smoothly since the young man must have been one of the best in his class. The evening progressed calmly and Musa came to the end of her drink.

“I'm going to order, anyone want something?”

“I will be ok. Sky?”

“No thank you I think I'll take a little break before the next drink.”

“A Bourbon for me.”

The brunette turned to Riven

“...“Please Musa could you bring me a Bourbon?” – “Oh but of course Riven, asked so nicely.”

The young man's smile grew even bigger.

"Please Love - light of my life, would you be so kind as to pick me up a Bourbon?"

He was teasing her, she knew, but the way his voice had dropped an octave had sent a long shiver down Musa's spine – The alcohol was surely playing tricks on her, we were talking about Riven, sure he was hot but he remained an asshole most of the time. Her only response was a sarcastic smile and she left for the bar.

“I'm going to pee. »

Riven got up and disappeared into the crowd.

“I'll bet you 10 bucks they'll come back to the table together.”

Sky looked her girlfriend in the eye

“They just went in two opposite directions. Why would they come back together.”

Bloom shrugged.

“An intuition. Do you stand the bet ?”

“...Deal.”

They shook hands and resumed their conversation.

- - - - - - - - -

Musa hadn't had many moments when she regretted being a woman, but at that very moment she was cursing nature for not giving her a dick instead of breasts.

Two minutes, it had taken two short minutes before a guy – whose smell betrayed the number of glasses he had – approached her. At first he had only stood next to her and Musa hardly noticed him, but he had to open his mouth and suddenly she remembered why she always managed to never be alone at the counter, he seemed to be in his sixties and had no scruples about flirting with someone who might have been his daughter. She had thought about texting Bloom but her phone was left at their table and since she had already ordered the two drinks she could only wait for them, praying for the bartender to hurry, but again, given the number of people that there was tonight she was surely going to have to take her troubles patiently.

Five minutes later and Musa was ready to bust the guy's head on the counter.

Not only did he not want to leave her alone despite the many refusals she had thrown at him, but he was starting to get rude and had already asked her twice if she didn't want “them to go somewhere more private”, to which our pretty brunette replied “fuck you”.Unfortunately some people seem to understand human language only when it suits them.

Finally Musa's glasses arrived and the brunette was never so happy to see drinks in her life, but as she picked up the two glasses to leave the man grabbed her wrist.

“Where are you going like this ? Stay we have fun.”

“First you let me go right away, second if I ever want to “have fun” as you say it probably won't be with you so stop pissing me off !”

Musa ripped her wrist out of the guy's grip and started to weave through the crowd to join her friends and avoid sending the glass of Bourbon into the asshole's head.

The problem with some people is that not only do they not know when to stop talking, but also when to retreat. And Musa understood it very quickly when the man's hand closed on her wrist much more violently than the first time making the brunette wince in pain.

“Who do you think you are !”

He was pissed off.

“I was nice to you so you could show some respect bitch !”

He was messing with her...No one can be that dumb...

“Let her go.”

Musa recognized the voice immediately and she turned as far as she could, her gaze immediately lost in Riven's green eyes.

“Who the fuck are you ?!”

She had felt such relief at seeing the young man that for a moment she had forgotten her wrist still in the other's grasp. She winced again in the grip and the expression that appeared on Riven's face would have scared anyone away, anyone but the asshole who was far too drunk to realize that his end was near.

“We were talking her and I so go find yourself another one and don't piss me off !”

Ok too bad for the glass of Bourbon, she was going to smash it on him, since when exactly had she become an object.

Riven grabbed the guy by the collar making him drop Musa at the same time.

“Listen to me, you dickhead. First, if your hands come near her again, I'll cut them off and good luck jerking off afterwards. Second, I think it's time you got home before you do something you're really going to regret, because I'd have absolutely no scruples about kicking the ass off a guy like you. Is that clear ?!”

The threat seemed to have an effect as the man blanched before pushing Riven away and leaving with his tail between his legs.

The brunette turned to Musa who was still holding the two glasses in her hands.

“Come let's join the others.”

The girl nodded and they headed back to their table.

«��I didn't think you could be a knight in shinning armor Riven. »

« Suprise Pixie ? »

« hum... »

« I'm not that much of an asshole Muse. »

« Well you have your moments...but yeah i guess you're not. »

Musa smiled at him, a real smile, the ones that she'd always give to her friends, a smile that Riven would secretly die to receive, and something discutingly warm took place in the young man's chest.

- - - - - - -

“You own me 10 bucks babe.”

“How ??”

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Finally I'm done !!

This is the first time I write a fanfic in English so I apologize if there are small mistakes I did the best I could.

I hope you like it anyway.

Do not hesitate to leave a comment it is always nice to have your opinions.

@gossipqueen2000  thank you for the idea this is for you !!

[laurensprentiss]

Jouska [Hotch x Reader]

Chapter 1:

Gif credit: @tommyshelbcy

Warnings: Mentions of stalking/blood

Word count: 1363

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"The end is in the beginning and lies far ahead." - Ralph Ellison

———

"Haley, listen, I'm gonna have to call you back, I'm about to meet with him right now."

"Oh my God, you always do this, Aaron, you promised we-"

"- Yeah, we will, I promise but I really gotta go. Bye." He rushes out in a low voice as he sets the telephone down. He gathers himself, buttoning his suit jacket as he strides confidently towards the steps, butterflies in his stomach.

His first official assignment, and he was determined to make it count. Months of gruelling training, exams and physicals were finally going to allow him to get his foot in the door and get to where he wanted to be. He takes a steadying breath before knocking on the door three times and waiting for the voice inside.

"Yeah. Come in." Barnes lifts his gaze from the paperwork he was engrossed in to beckon Aaron forward. "Take a seat."

"Yes sir, you wanted to see me?" He wrings his hands unconsciously.

He sees the bright eyed agent’s behaviour betraying him and smiles knowingly. “It's alright, no need to be nervous, son. This here's good news for you. In fact, these are your transcripts and reports I'm looking at." He smiles. "You were one of the most promising cadets during your training stint, and the work I've seen from you so far is more than I'd expect from a fairly new recruit."

Hotch lets out a half- breath, half laugh of relief as he lets his shoulders relax. "Thank you, sir. It means a lot coming from you." He smiles almost bashfully, the words ringing unfamiliar in his ears. Praise had always been a foreign concept to him thus far.

"Not so fast, I still need to tell you why I called you in today." He sets his pen down now, looking Hotch in the eyes as he tells him, "your talent hasn't gone unnoticed, which is why I'm assigning you to the personal and home security detail of the US Ambassador of France while he's stateside."

His heart pounds. Barnes' talk of his team and responsibilities feel far away now and Aaron tries to rapidly take in everything that he's saying. This is it. The opportunity he'd been waiting for to prove himself as an agent of the bureau and not just a trainee. Barnes brings him out his mind by asking him if he has any questions and tells him to go meet with his new team. He shakes Barnes' hand and thanks him for the opportunity, before quickly excusing himself.

Barnes interrupts him as he's leaving. He turns to face his superior as he tells him, "I'm trusting you on this one, Hotchner. The Ambassador will explain when you meet him but this one's personal."

"Yes, Sir." He ducks his head out of respect and turns to leave to be briefed with his team.

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"Alright everybody, you know the drill. Make your introductions, follow protocol and see the Ambassador's staff for your assignments." McCall commands over the comms.

He directs Aaron to take the next left as the SUV's pull into the driveway of the sprawling estate, lined with perfectly groomed grass and trees. As they step out of the cars, the double doors open as your father and his assistants step out. A large man in stature, the Ambassador demands attention but his smile is welcoming - warm, even. Eight agents in total make their way over the man as he walks them through the grand foyer of the home.

Hotch has a strange feeling in his stomach, half excitement, half dread. He feels out of his depth. Small. And he doesn't like that feeling.

Niceties exchanged and introductions made, the Ambassador beckons McCall over to him while the other agents speak with his staff. McCall leans over and tells Aaron to come with him as the three of them step into an office.

"Sir, it's lovely to see you again. This is Agent Hotchner, the one Agent Barnes told you about." McCalls explains. Hotch steps forward to offer your father a firm handshake but still doesn't quite understand what is happening as he looks around confused.

The Ambassador lets out a short laugh. "I take it Barnes didn't quite explain the scope of your duties here. He has a tendency to be quite dramatic."

Hotch shakes his head as he laughs slightly, and explains that he was told he would be informed of his duties once the initial meeting had taken place.

"Well, alongside the standard home and personal security, I have an additional, sort of special request." The Ambassador takes a beat and asks McCall and Aaron to take a seat. "My daughter, she-. She was due to take off to Yale this summer, but it appears that somebody has been following her. And for some time."

He pulls out his desk drawer and takes two Manila folders, placing them in front of McCall and Hotch. "As you can see these photos go back to last summer, outside of my daughter's apartment, the gym, her school." He rubs a hand over his stubbled chin and sighs. "Then came the mysterious packages delivered to her door. Sometimes flowers, her favourite chocolates, jewellery. And then the notes."

The two agents flick through the folder to find photocopies of notes, dotted with specks of blood. Hotch mumbles the last words written on one of the notes. "Watch me earn you."

"That last note was delivered with all of the pictures of my daughter. It's because of this, that I advised my daughter to defer for a year, until we can find this man and asked her to move back home, here with me." He looks tired.

Hotch looks from McCall to the Ambassador and back again in confusion. "Pardon me, Sir, and I mean no disrespect at all, but why me? I'm still fairly new at this, and while I would be honoured to take this on, I just want to make sure that you think I'm the right man for the job."

"Well, I know you've taken the profiling course over at Quantico and you come highly recommended from Barnes." He reassures Hotch. "I have faith in you and McCall. Your job is twofold I suppose, as well as providing a security detail, you'll also be tasked with investigating this whole thing and getting to the bottom of this person's identity. And because of your age, the person who's following my daughter will simply think you're a new friend instead of law enforcement."

It finally sinks in for Hotch now. He nods his agreement slowly and thanks him for the opportunity. There's a knock at the door and the Ambassador calls out for whoever is on the other end to come in.

"Ah speaking of my daughter, here she is!" He stands up with a smile. McCall and Hotch turn to face you as you walk into the room and close the door behind you. you feel a pair of eyes following you as you do. The agents both stand as your father makes his way over to you to hug you. "We were just talking about you sweetheart." He tells you as he places a kiss on your temple.

"All good things, I hope!" You tease as you step forward to shake their hands and introduce yourself. You shake Agent Hotchner's hand as he towers over you, holding your gaze, your hand small in his. "Call me Aaron. Or Hotch, whichever works." He chuckles.

You smile as you share a moment but he looks down quickly and lets go of your hand. He's handsome, you think. He stands at 6'2 with broad shoulders and chest, dressed in a suit and tie and his slight beard and fluffy hair gives him a rugged look. His cheekbones and jawline are sharp and he has a disarming smile.

"These are the agents I told you about, honey. They'll be accompanying you while we get to the bottom of this." Your father says.

"Yes ma'am, rest assured we will do everything we can to catch this man." Hotch says as he looks into your eyes, his gaze flickering to your lips for a quick second before looking away.

This should be interesting, you think.

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[lord-of-the-hobbits]

If you think yesterday was a win sign up for foster parenting now.

If you think yesterday was a win you're going to want a strong stomach in the coming months because there will be an uptick and news reports in protests and related injuries and d3@th, su!c!d3s, r@pes, reports of body mut!lat0rs, medical malpractice, and maybe even m¿rd3rs of mothers and babies. If you think yesterday was a win you need to tell your daughters, grandaughters, sisters and cousins under the age of 4 that the youngest ever recorded pregnancy was to a little girl who was 5 years 7 months and 21 days old. You need to watch every man and boy who comes in their lives and never leave them alone becauae either they won't know better or they will and they might do it anyway. You need to understand that if your loved one is disabled they may not survive the pregnancy and that if they do the baby might not and they'll still lose their life because they'll be going to jail for m¿rd3r.

You need to be aware that, before long, the laws will criminalize birth control which doesn't just prevent babies. I use mine to stop a crippling and overflowing period that would prevent me from working and even still it doesn't stop it completely which tells me it may not be effective at stopping a pregnancy either.

You need to learn what goes in and out of your loved one's and your own, if you are a woman, reproductive health. The fact they pierce and yank at our cervixes to place an IUD, which may become illegal soon, without pain medication because they think we are dramatic and don't feel pain like some Marvel comic mutant just being one of them.

If you think yesterday was a win you owe it to us to be responsible for your urges and advances. You OWE it to us to take no for a fucking answer without asking questions, without bartering, without whining or pushing yourselves on us or trying to get us drunk to change our minds or k!lling us.

You owe it to us to reevaluate medical procedures we endure for improvement and at the very least to recognize pain is universal not just a reserved thing for the rich or male. Reevaluate who is responsible for pregnancy because it is not just that woman who likes sex, or just that little girl who was at the wrong place but the man that decided not to wear protection because he wanted it to "feel better", has a breeding kink, or whatever lame ass fuck all excuse that is given. Also if you lie about putting protection on the only reason I don't hope she cuts your d!ck off when she finds out is because she'd go to jail for it. Reevaluate what men are allowed to walk away from, get away with, shirk responsibility for. You owe it to us to take your 50% all the way to the end for these kids who will be sources of hate and fear for their mothers, who will get teenagers kicked out of their homes.

Women are scared, mothers and daughers are scared, I AM SCARED by the precedent this set. Your pets and corpses have more right to their bodies than me and my sister and my two beautiful nieces do right now. And it terrifies me. I was willing to fight for this country. I was willing to lay down my life for this country. Now I'm afraid to leave my apartment. I'm afraid to let my sister send my nieces to school or daycare. I have never once regretted being who I am until today and even then I know I still have it easier than some women because I can live happily without sex. Barring anyone assaulting me I can control that. So if THIS was a win for you enjoy it and watch it closely without ever turning your eyes away.

I hope God is watching too. I hope he sees every second of the things that have happened in the last 2 years alone from politicians who said death to the weak populace who would catch covid is a better alternative than death to the American economy, pastors starting new witch hunts and taking counsel from "demons" in their head and still calling themselves godly men, to the ones saying that we should round all the gay people up and put bullets in the back of their brains like we are N@zis and this is the Holocaust, the "good" Christian folk willing to send bombs and anthrax into buildings serving mother's of unborn babies that "needed protecting" so much that this happened in the first place, to "good" Christian parents who will be throwing kids out on the street or beating babies out of them and turning them in for reward money in Texas. I hope God is watching and I hope when judgement day comes there is a silence so deafening that the almighty can hear a pin drop and not a protest to be voiced as the fall comes for those people who cause suffering and pain for anyone.

[lucky4in]

Magic Interferes in New Orleans

Prompts from Piccadilly's book #3

Words used: ☆matriarch ☆throat ☆impossible ☆vinegar ☆apology ☆slice ☆microwave ☆raspberry ☆choose ☆snore

God! I can't take it. The dread is killing me. I'm losing all the blood in my fingers with how tight I'm squeezing the steering wheel. The honking around me is not helping. I can feel everyone's fear collectively as we sit in agitated traffic. Stress. Fault. Jitteriness. Indifference. Panic, panic, panic.

God, I hate being an empath. I can't even hear my own thoughts. I need to breath! Yeah. Take deep breaths. I'm not far from the U-turn lane. So what if traffic is moving 1 millimeter a minute? The storm can't be faster.

Hooooonk!

Beepbeep!

I have to get out of this situation before I have a sensory overload.

From my front and my rear, I'm surrounded by vehicles. I can't move back, I'll hit someone. I can't move up, because they'll think there's space to move and I'll be more stuck than before. Looking to my right I realize the road across the gate is fairly empty. That last car I saw go that way was 40 something minutes ago.

I gulp loosening my grip from the wheel but still holding it firmly in my palms. Taking a breath I turn the wheel and step on the gas. My car races through the grass and crashes though the metal gates. With a screech, my tires are finally rolling and I'm off. Towards the dark clouds like a fool running blindly into a lions den.

When I finally catch sight of the curling palm trees and the flying debris, my weariness is replaced by anger. We had a plan. A simple schedule. Prepare emergency food, water, and medicine, flashlights and documents, locate nearest shelters, fill up gas tank, clear the yard, and turn off the power. When the evacuation order is set, I would be too far away at the time, so my husband would get the kids from home and we...would...evecuate.

Evacuate.

We would meet at the nearest shelter with our separate cars...

Unfortunately, my...sweet...dearest mother decided to take it upon herself to pick up the kids herself...and NOT evacuate. Instead, she wanted her grand babies to feel safe during the storm and cook them a nice meal...at her house.

I almost had a heart attack when my husband said they weren't there. Instead, a note was attached to the fridge reassuring us that my elementary school kids, including a baby, did not infact disappear off the face of the earth. She wants them to feel less threatened and stressed over this "flood nonsense". Make it seem like a regular thunder storm.

Except it's not a thunder storm! It's a hurricane!

I told my husband not to worry about it, I will get the kids and be ok. The hurricane is suppose to be a bad one, the weather man said. Anything left undemolished by the storm by the end of this would be a miracle. Hopefully it won't be my sanity. I swear, she's impossible.

By the time I get to her house, the streets are flowing with water and clawing up her driveway like waves at a beach. I step out and my shoe kerplunks into the water. I groan, feeling my ears eject hot steam. I stomp onto her porch with a squish, squish, squish and jam the key into the lock.

I kick the door open and slam it shut, my anger seeming to accelerate as soon I step inside. I cringe a bit, noticing my youngest asleep on the couch.

"DON'T SLAM MY DO-" my mother sticks her head out through the kitchen doorway and spots me.

"-Oh, hi baby!"

I stretch a tight smile, coaxing my child back to sleep. "Hello, mother."

"You came just in time. I just need to get a few things done before we eat."

And there she is. Like always. Not worrying about a thing while marinating apple cider vinegar on peices of pork. Probably to slice into the-

Sniff, sniff.

-gumbo. Her calm persona was infuriating. Almost insulting.

"Too bad my son in law couldn't be here. He'd love to stuff his face with the beignets" she continues.

"He's at the shelter. Kinda like we're suppose to be" I say, honey tounged and all "which begs the question..." I lean in, my palms face down on the table. "Why aren't we there right now?" I sneer, bringing my voice down.

"Because there's no need to. You know that" she says simply.

"Maybe in your case, but not mine. You just felt entitled to do things your way. Like you always do. I had everything under control and-and you had me worried."

"You know nothing was going to happen to these kids. I knew nothing was really wrong."

"If you really felt so aloof about this, you should have stayed yourself. You can't just up and take my kids like that. We've talked about this."

She finally looks at me, turning away from her task. "I should be free to see my own grand kids whenever I want to."

"I would have probably excepted that, if we weren't in the middle of a god damn hurricane-"

"Momma! Momma look!"

I was interrupted by my two children excitedly telling me that a pie was on the way. All while showing me their hands, proof of a raspberry massacre. Animated. Passion. Triumph. Pleasant. I ruffle their heads with a quick "good job" and they ran off together. Their happiness almost cures my frustration. It does calm me down a bit though.

"Is is so much to want to keep your family safe" my mother asks.

Aaaaaaand its back.

"Is it so much to just listen to me? To just let me do things my way? I am in no less danger than you are just because I dont have the same... tools that you do."

"It looks like it puts you in a lot of danger if you have to evacuate the city. You could simply come here so momma can protect you."

"That makes me look like a normal person, mom. The streets are already flooding and a ton of people just saw me go the opposite direction. I look stupid and suspicious." I'm taken back to my teen years. Having a similar conversation with my mother. "Not everything can be solved with your protection. I can make my own decisions. But instead you undermine me and tamper with everything around you. Just because I dont have it, doesn't mean I cant keep my family safe or simply be a mother. How about, for once, you let mother nature do her job."

"Your father made this house with his bare hands, rehydrating himself with his sweat. No one is touching this house. Not even Cosmo's or Gaia or whatever." She huffs and turn away. A puff of steam emerges over her head, indicating she opened the pot of Gumbo.

"Well, when your the Matriarch, you can start making the rules around here."

Realizing an apology isn't coming, I groan restricting myself from wrapping my hands around her throat. Its silence between us, as there is after every altercation. Especially when the house is mentioned, cause it's always Papa's house. He passed away before I could even learn to speak his name. Mama always told us about Papa. How she met him, how he put her on her feet and built a house for her (it was told he even built the bricks holding this house up), how his devotion to his family and the love of his life lasted until death did them part.

"What makes you think I'm going to be the next Matriarch?" I ask, slipping in the kitchen chair.

"You will. It's a family tradition that you need to uphold. And you are the only girl conceived by me." She answers, this sounds almost rehearsed.

"Why don't the others take your place?" I ask, for the millionth time.

"It's only rare that a boy has ever been in place of a woman. And once a girl was brought in, he was removed immediately."

"If it's that simple then crown them and get it over with."

"Oh, do you think it's that easy"? She quizzes, slowly turning to me.

"Knowing you, probably not."

"Hyde is much more coordinated than that. If they really didn't think you were worthy, we would have known, but I always knew you were special."

Here she goes again. Hyde,, is supposedly the person that gifts the family with magic, life, and girls. It's the spirirt who thrones and dethrones us. No matter who we are. According to mom, the next Matriarch could be good or bad, Hyde has a plan for them in the end.

Along with Papa's stories, Hyde was always directed towards me because I was the only girl, excluding my half sister. Truthfully there was no way to know if Hyde was actually real. I'm not even sure if my parents have seen it. Mom would tell me tales at night of different women throughout our generation, chosen by Hyde and how I would be like them someday.

Perfect.

"Hyde doesn't give you this gift for no reason" mom reassures "they always have a plan. You can't see everything in a negative light. What if Hyde chooses Clio and you-"

I stop her at the mention of my youngest name.

"I'm not putting that responsibility on my kid" I say sternly, though It probably won't matter what I tell her "Especially if, no offense, she ends up like you. Completely dependent on Hyde's gift. IT didn't give me any when I was born, like the rest of you, and I'd like it to stay that way."

Silence once more.

"Perhaps you're afraid-"

"I'm not afraid-"

"-its okay."

"-Of this imaginary ghost."

"Sure, keep believing that. But when it happens~" she sings.

"When it happens to me, pigs will fly" I sneer, memories of that same sing song tone prodding at me.

She says nothing.

"Just let it go mom, it's just not meant to be. I'm not a child that you can hide under your wings when hail comes. However your gifts came to be, Hyde, the house, whatever, it must've skipped a generation."

She continues to stir. She sputters "but-but the family-"

"-The family doesn't know what's best for me and neither do you. I know I'm the only daughter to the Matriarch. I know I wasn't born with any gifts like my siblings. I know refusing my path makes me an ungrateful child and Hyde will handle me" I say reciting what I also heard throughout my life "But that's not my life. And I'm not defenseless."

She freezes. More silence.

"And, I mean, it's not like having voodoo is easy. It consumes you and it messes a lot of things up. This worlds order and the next."

"That's what the council is for" my mom mutters finally.

"Oh, right. The council. The same family who's just as dependent as you. Do you even remeber a time where you haven't used your gift and actually did things yourself?"

...

...

"Don't you ever think of letting go of this life? Doing things for yourself and not the family? Hyde? Papa's house? I notice how this changes you as you age. If this is the answer to our problems I wouldn't mind the sea taking this house away for a while-"

"Mama! Mama!"

"Wow, look."

I follow my kids voices and they seek for me, a glimmer of wonder and awe in there wide pupils. My 2 boys are pointing to the window in the living room. My sleeping child is now up, standing on her toes to see what her brothers are looking at.

As I begin to walk In the living room, they're rushing back to the kitchen. I take a peek and see a part of the lawn, including my rental car but the road and the neighborhood is gone. A large amount of visible debris is covering up the world around-

No.

No.

That's not debris. That's not wind.

I follow my kids. They've opened the screen door and ventured into the back yard. I race after them and stop in my tracks. The water barrier has followed us to the backyard. My kids are screaming and dancing in the sprinklers as the hurricane is trapping us in its second eye. The oceanic barrier is circling around is, refusing to touch the property. With my kids instructions I look up, the sky is dark above us like it's the dead of night, yet inside the barrier, its murky like a cloudy day.

I can't concentrate. Excitment. Curiosity. Shock. Chills.

I sigh as my daughter wobbles to me and I scoop her in my arms. I can see it now, worst hurricane in 6 years and the Crobitt house still stands. This is similar but not related to the instance when a pair of swings at the run down school across the house seemingly froze in the air a few years ago... CIA is currently investigating...

I gather my children inside, they were starting to go towards the rushing ocean and who knows what'll happen. I shut the door with a defeated sigh and sulk at the table. The beneits sit gracefully with their powder sugar and I worship it by stuffing it in my mouth.

"I told you..."

I look up. My mothers eyes are glowing that familiar bright green and she has that devious smirk on her face. She always gave me that look as a child as if she's trying to tell me something. That, or it's to prove something, which I still dont know. I dont think I ever will.

"...you're father built this house. No one is taking it from me..."

...

...

"Now, elbows off the table."

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