#go through what I fucking went through then talk.

[marypsue]

Man, it's cool and all if you see a metaphor for marginalisation in the monstrous, and if you want the power fantasy of 'what if you could just eat anybody who threatened you/pissed you off'. Me too.

However, as soon as you start saying 'no, these monsters are a 1:1 on Specific Marginalised Group, and you have to treat them in the fiction like they are directly representative of real human members of the marginalised group', BUT you also, in the fiction, make them hurt/kill/eat humans? And then try to shame me, your audience, for noticing or engaging with the bit where they kill people, because you made them directly representative of a real-world marginalised group? You have lost me, and also, I think, the plot.

[in-mutual-weirdness]

@antiterfbutch , sorry people are being weird about your commentary, but you did really hit the nail on the head here re: the problem isn't minors having relationships with adults, the problem is an adult treating children like peers

My first foray into internet communities was an IRC channel for a game I was into as a high schooler. I was the second youngest person there - most everyone else was in their 20s or 30s. These people helped raise me in the "village of adults" kind of way. They were kind older presences in my life who bonded with me over our shared interest. They were willing to listen to what I had to say and lent me their experience and support when I needed it. I remember a particular incident when a post from a white supremacist on tumblr hit me where it fucking hurt, and I went to the community in tears. People were kind, and the channel admin took it upon himself to DM me cat pictures until I felt better.

Being around people like this helped me see a window into what adulthood could look like. They taught me how to interact in mixed age spaces, and being friends with some of them led to me meeting trans adults for the first time, in a way that directly aided my own gender realization and coming out years later. My experiences with them enriched my life, and greatly inform the way I speak to young people in my online and offline communities today. And this is precisely the kind of boundary I maintain with those young people. I take a mentor-esque role, offering advice and perspective, comfort and reassurance. I talk about my life to show them what adulthood can look like, and show them that queer and trans happiness is possible. I show interest in the things they're passionate about, and want them to do well and figure out good lives for themselves. I want to watch them become capable and fully realized people.

But most importantly, I do not seek support from them. The spaces which have a predominantly younger userbase, I don't talk about my life problems there. I don't vent there, I don't process shit there, and I don't take my interpersonal problems there. Those are for communities where the userbase is mostly adults like me. I especially don't talk to them about sex - that is for adults. There are kink and nsfw discussion spaces where I'm around college undergrads - while I'm clear to discuss sex around them because theyre 18+, I mostly talk about it from a sex ed perspective. In this way, we can be in this space and discuss our mutual interests on the topic while respecting their maturity and autonomy. But I am not treating them as peers whom I can flirt with as prospective partners. The way I talk about sex as a personal experience is different in spaces with different age ranges.

It is essential to be able to share space with each other because our communities are always going to be mixed-ages outside of rare self-selecting circumstances. The village of unaffiliated adults who supported me as a kid needs to also be there for other kids who're growing up and figuring things out. Everyone leads stronger and richer lives through healthy intergenerational community ties.

Saw a tiktok of a guy saying he doesn’t feel comfortable talking to minors because he’s 19. And it’s just. I’m so fucking tired of this.

And like to be clear, I’m speaking as a victim of pedophilia when I say: We need to get over this collective fear of endangering children. Because holy shit, this stuff is getting out of hand.

The average person is not a threat to a child.

And also!!! It is actually really really good for kids to have friendships with adults that aren’t their family.

Having friendships with adults when you’re younger prepares you for adult life in a better way then only interacting with adults that are family members or teacher as well.

And also if there’s any sort of weird behavior happening with adults or teachers, it’s very helpful to have unrelated adults, you can go to, and also have a model for what normal adults are supposed to look like.

And also! You’re just making it way easier for pedophiles to prey on children when you completely avoid interacting with them as an adult. Because kids are naturally inquisitive and curious. They are going to want to interact with adults and they are going to want to ask questions. And if the only adult adults that are willing to interact and speak with them or adults who have ulterior motivations. Guess what’s gonna happen.

Also on a more general note. Having a model for what a normal healthy adult is supposed to look like makes it way easier for kids to be able to recognize and identify when adults in their personal life are being weird.

[canyonmooncreations]

I can’t stop thinking about bratty princess reader x bodyguards 141

Something something your life is ruined now that your father has hired four broody body guards to be with you at all times. They usually rotate shifts, one staying with you at all times.

Sometimes events call for three of them or all of them. So when it’s time for a royal ball and three of them are needed, Simon opts to sit this one out in hopes to avoid the uncomfortable socialization.

After the ball, John stays at the palace with you and Kyle and Johnny join Simon back at their residence. Simon is absolutely baffled when the boys don’t shut up about how bratty you were and the major attitude adjustment you need.

Talking about how you refused to follow directions, even when they were for your safety. Refused to buckle up in the car and struggled so much that Johnny had to hold you down while Kyle buckled you up. Pouting the rest of the way home. Refused to eat dinner at the ball and insisted they stop at a drive through even though that wasn’t on your itinerary. Threatening to get them fired if they don’t take you.

The boys go on and on about your behavior and Simon just listens, dumbfounded.

“What’s that face for Riley? She even worse with you?” Johnny asks with a frustrated tone.

Simon shakes his head. “No attitude for me.”

The boys both start laughing. There’s no way that’s true. You’re truly a spoiled rotten brat, they think. There’s no way that he’s serious.

They never believe him until there’s an event that calls for all four of them. Simon’s with you at the palace while you get ready. The three boys pull up out front ready for you to join.

They watch as you walk nicely to the car and climb into the middle settling in next to Johnny. Simon climbs in after you. The boys are ready for the battle of asking you to buckle up.

“Buckle, princess” Simon grumbles.

“Yes, Mr. Riley.” The car goes silent. Johnny and Kyle look like their eyes are about to pop out of their head. John doesn’t miss the way your cheeks blushed red.

The car ride is silent. The boys are too shocked to say anything. Since when did you have manners and the ability to follow instructions? John drives with a grin on his face. Simon is unphased as you rest your head on his shoulder.

At the event, you are on your best behavior. You eat your food, move when instructed to move, and smile the whole time. The boys are genuinely so shocked at this new side of you. They watch in awe as Simon approaches you and the ever present feisty look is no where to be found.

“Ready to go?” Simon asks softly.

“Can we please stay a little longer?” You ask so kindly. Simon nods and finds his protective position.

“Did she just say please?” Johnny asked exasperated.

“She doesn’t even know what that word means!?!?” Kyle is just as shocked. John just chuckles and shakes his head.

They then watch as minutes pass and you gently tap Simon and tell him you are ready to leave.

When you get to the car, Johnny decides to put this to the test. Simon gets you in the car and closes the door to talk to the event staff before leaving.

“Buckle up sweetheart.” Johnny instructs.

You give him a polite nod and buckle up quickly. John lets out a chuckle and before Johnny can’t say anything before Simon is joining them in the car. “Bloody hell.” is all that is heard as the car falls silent.

On the way home, you lean over the Simon and ask if you could stop for ice cream. He replies with a simple “No, princess” and is met with no reaction from you. A slight nod and your head falls back against his shoulder.

Kyle is about to lose it. You threatening to get them fired if they didn’t take you through the drive through the other day. What the fuck has Simon done to you??

Something something and now it’s the end of the night. Simon has got you settled into bed and walks into the castle living room to review how tonight went with the security team.

“What the fuck did you do to her?” Johnny and Kyle stare at him as if he’s accomplished the impossible.

“Told ya, no attitude with me.”

John chuckles and pats Simon on the back as he grins.

A/n: is this dumb?? It’s been eating my brain for a four hour car ride 😭😭

[melliemell]

Pairing: Dazai x reader

Contents: SFW, sleep deprivation, CW for hints at depression, best way to get someone to sleep is the tried and true method of forced couch cuddling, Approx 800 words

You held your breath, trying to be as still as possible while Dazai’s unconscious body shifted, his weight nestling even closer against your chest. 

You counted in your mind, the seconds going by as Dazai slowly relaxed back into your embrace, face nuzzling right into the warmth of your neck. He was such a light sleeper usually, you weren’t going to take any risks now. Especially with how hard it was to get him here in the first place.

In retrospect, Dazai was such a good liar. 

You beat yourself up for not noticing sooner; letting him flail about through the week like it was his average Sunday when he was only functioning on pure stubbornness and blank stares alone. He was practically one stairway misstep away from ending up in a fucking ER.

You swallowed hard, turning to your side to leave a gentle kiss against his forehead. You pulled Dazai closer, your hands firm around his shoulders as you tried to shove those thoughts away. Dazai being bad at caring for himself was as bright as day, the self-preservation instincts carelessly discarded in favour of whatever crossed his fancy at the time.

Which includes and is not limited to forgetting basic human needs. Like fucking sleeping.

It was hardly ideal now, lying on a couch in the only spare room at the Agency. An hour of rest, tops. It was the best you managed, dragging Dazai away as he whined through the whole ordeal.

It bugged you a lot. Dazai was never the type to complain about slacking off, which was exactly what you were up to now. At least Atsushi was covering for you, hopefully keeping Kunikida’s strict presence away from your hiding spot. 

Pulling out any info about…this was just as fruitless; a sort of absent shrug accompanied by the most dramatic whine the only explanation Dazai provided. You could only purse your lips as you pulled him down, annoyance swirling in your chest while you made him lay beside you. Free will his ass. He was getting what he deserved and if you had to force it down his throat–so be it.

Until he rested his head on your shoulder, looking off in the distance with a face you hardly ever managed to see on him. Not when Dazai was so good at playing the jester, not a care in the world as he joked and teased away any worry you might have had for him.

And he fell asleep like this, quietly, after he gave up on playing it off against your unimpressed stares. Dazai’s eyes fluttered shut and he was out soon after. You wanted to grab at his jacket, shake him until he spilled his soul out. But your hands only trailed up, pulling him flush against you as you brushed his hair away from his face. 

You didn’t dare move after that, letting him melt into your embrace as the minutes went by. An hour passed and still no one came to look for you. Nor did Dazai move–out like a light. You could feel his warm breath tickle against your skin, even and calm. He was an absolute princess, always wanting as much attention as he could exhort from you.

But moments like those were… quiet. Sweet in the peace they provided, the gentle warmth of your bodies against each other. It made your heart ache.

Your hand trailed up to Dazai's jawline, cradling it as you pulled slightly to gaze at his face. He looked so innocent now, face serene in its rest. You hoped he wasn’t dreaming anything; Dazai’s the type to appreciate the absence of thought when he could. It was almost like deleting himself from existence, and he found comfort in it. 

Damn it. 

You needed to talk. Yes. Talking helped, right? Of course it did, you knew that from experience. But forcing it out of someone was a whole different beast. And Dazai never talked. Not really. He prattled and rattled on, yes, but not about the important things. Not seriously at least.

You closed your eyes, pressing your forehead to his. “I… you know I love you, you damn idiot?” you whispered against his lips. “Just… be okay. You’re okay, alright?”

Dazai didn’t move, oblivious to the world. Your thumb brushed against his cheek, the touch gentle. You stayed like that, face to face, temple to temple.

Let him rest now. You’d deal with whatever came when you had to. Now… 

Not now.

[sturnslutz]

"always an angel, never a god."

smut and angst. take that with what you will. independent!reader and fratboy!chris.

all dividers by @bernardsbendystraws.

its been a week since the last time you talked or even seen chris. you dont know when, but you guys exchanged numbers and have been texting casually. sometimes you would receive the "goodnight" or "good morning" but nothing more "intimate" than that.

you discussed with him that you wanted to hangout, and with some convincing, he finally agreed. he agreed to come to your place which was a single apartment about 10 minutes from his frat house.

he knocked on your door and texted you. "im here." you smiled when you got the notification and rushed to the door. you opened it and he smirked, walking in. "hey kid. how 'ya doin'?" he says as he slumps on the couch, immediately becoming comfortable. he takes notes of the subtle hints of girlyness around your living room and was thinking of how your room looked like.

you closed the door, and began walking towards him as he pulled you in by your hips and rested his hands behind your thighs, looking up at you with low eyes. "i've been good, you?" he nodded in agreement. "been thinkin' about you." you smirked as you ran your hands through his hair. "yeah?" he nodded as he pulled your arm, dragging you closer to him as he then grabbed your jaw, kissing your lips deeply.

you leaned in immediately, straddling his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck. his hands roam your body as his lips make their way to your neck as he mumbles, "you wanna go to your room or stay here?" before kissing your neck again. "room." you couldnt even get a full sentence out at how dazed you were.

he chuckled against your skin as he pulled you up with him and you walked him to your room. he nodded in admiration at how your room looked, and all its decorations. you fell back on the bed as he climbed on top of you and removed his shirt, and you sat up and removed yours too, leaving you in your lace bra.

he leaned his arms around you, unbuckling the bra and letting your tits pool down. he smirked and linked his lips around the bud, leading you to let out a deep sigh.

as time went on with no words, his pants and boxers and your clothing came off too. his eyes filled with lust as he let a finger slide through your glistening folds. you let out a content sigh, and leaned your head farther back into the pillow. "y'like that, huh?" he chuckles as he leans down and kisses your stomach contently.

you nod. "stop teasing, chris." you say as you let out a huff. "patience, kid." he says as he aligns his tip up with your entrance, looking up at your already flushed face before thrusting in completely. you gasp loudly, covering your mouth. he tears your hand away, pinning it down next to you as he thrusts in and out at a rapid pace, leaving no time for you to full adjust.

your pain quickly grows into pleasure as you’re grabbing the sheets next to your head, so tightly your hands turn pale. your moans increase his pace as he feels you clenching. "gonna cum already? you act so fuckin' tough all the damn time and now i got you dumb over some dick. fuckin' wild." he chuckles as he grabs your jaw, squeezing your cheeks and making you look at him. you moan at the degrade as you lean your head back as his thrusts get sloppy.

"f-fuck. cum all over this fuckin' dick. right 'ere behind ya'." he says as he pulls his hand away from your face and grips your hips with such intense pressure, you're sure its going to leave marks. with a final moan, you cum all over him as he waits for his final seconds and pulls out, finishing all over your stomach.

he slumps down in the empty space next you as the both of you recollect your breath. he leans over and kisses your lips before standing up and walking to the kitchen and coming back with some paper towels and a water bottle. he sets the bottle on your nightstand as he cleans your stomach up with a gentle touch. he set aside the now dirty towel as he cracks open the bottle and holds it up to your lips. "drink, pretty. you'll feel better." he was never one for aftercare, usually the girls leaving right after and cleaning themselves up. but with you, he felt a urge to care for you after such an intimate experience, which is rare for him and hasnt been done by him in a while.

you drink the water and he covers you up with your blanket, brushing the hair out of your face as he throws his clothes back on while looking down at his phone. "fuck. this is shit timin' but the guys at the frat told me to come back because of somethin' they fucked up while gettin' ready for the party tonight. you should come tonight, yeah?" he says as he sits down next to you as you look up at him and nod. "yeah, sure. ill take a shower after i sleep for a bit and ill come." he nods and kisses your head. "'m sorry for leavin'. ill make it up to you tonight. promise." you nod once again as he smiles and walks out of your room and eventually your apartment.

once he leaves, you're left with scrambling thoughts. no chance he acts so loving with every girl he hooks up with, right? is there something deeper? the question rings in your head throughout the time you sleep, shower and get ready.

as you walk into the frat house, you head to the bar to meet up with a couple of friends and get some drinks. after about 4 shots, you decide to stumbly find matt and vey. as you walk through the crowd of people, you see a certain couple on the couch. vey has a blunt in her hand as she leans against matt while he strokes her hair lovingly. they also both look completely faded and you giggle at this. you walk over to them and vey sees you first, shooting up from her seat and wrapping her arms around you.

"rosy! come sit with us!" you smile and hug her back as you sit down next to her and look at matt. he nods with low, red eyes and smiles at you. "hey kid." you nod back at him before sparking up a conversation with vey. after some time, you remember a certain face you wanted to see. "hey do you know where chris is at?" you say to her as she shakes her head. "matt might." she tugs on his sleeve as he looks over and you cant hear, but you assume vey asks him if he knows where chris is at. he nods and leans over her so you could hear him over the music. "yeah, i think hes upstairs in his room, saw him going up there a bit ago." he forgot to mention a minor detail he saw when he saw chris going upstairs.

you smile and thank him and say your goodbyes and promise to see them later. as you stumble to the stairs, you hold on to the railing to walk past the couples making out and try your best not to disturb them. as you get upstairs, you make your way to chris's room and knock a couple times. you couldnt hear if he said anything back at the loud music blaring throughout the house and your drunken state opens the door.

you're met with the back of a man and the moans of a girl fill your ears. without stopping his fast pace and movements, he turns around and smirks at you, seemingly sober. "take a pic, lasts longer." he chuckles as he turns back around and continues his movements. you gasp as you close the door, and rush to the bathroom to the best of your abilities.

panic sets in as you start hyperventilating and grip the sink like your life depends on it. you look up at the mirror and see your face dripping with mascara as choked sobs are heard from your lips. you rush out of the bathroom, tripping over your own feet as you run down the stairs and run to the couch.

vey looks up as she hears someone sobbing, and her face drops. matt looks up also as he sees you, seemingly remembering the vital detail he forgot to mention to you as he mentally curses himself out. vey stands up and wraps her arms around you, as she rubs your back and you sob into her shoulder. she grabs your hand and leads you out to the backyard to free you from the intoxicating atmosphere and matt follows. she finds a empty chair and sets you down on it and she sits in front of you and matt sits next to her.

though very not sober, she seemingly sobers up and tries her best to comfort you and find the root of the problem. "rosy, you need to tell me what happened." she rests her hands on your thighs as you bury your face into your hands, shaking your head. "i-i cant." "yes you can, just take a deep breath. we're right here, everythings okay. please tell us what happened." from your sobs, some eyes wander to the 3 of you but none of you care.

"i went upstairs to go find him because he promised me earlier that he would come see me tonight. i knocked on his room and i couldnt hear what was happening, so i walked in and he was fucking this girl and he turned around, obviously knowing its fucking me because when he saw me he didnt stop, and he said "take a pic, lasts longer!" you sob into your hands once again as vey shakes her and scoffs.

"fuckin' bitch." right after she finishes her sentence, her and matt hear a giggly couple walking outside. "no fucking way." vey says as she stands up and storms to the guy who has his arm wrapped around a girl with almost pitch black hair. she shoves him and he scoffs as his arm falls off the girl. "fuck is your problem? and why ain't matt takin' care of your drunk ass? fuck outta here." he shoves your hands off him as the girl next to him gives vey a dirty look. "right over there, stupid ass." she points to matt and matt stands up and walks over to the group.

while chris is looking at matt, he also sees the girl sobbing into her hands, and while no one noticed, not even himself, his heart dropped at the sight. while looking at her, he gets pushed once again, more forcefully this time, and he looks up and sees a furious matt in front of him.

"are you fuckin' stupid, chris? shes fuckin' sobbin' o'er there because of you. have some decency." chris scoffs as he smooths out his clothes and pushes matt back. "thats her fuckin' problem that she caught feelin's. not mine. we fucked once and she expects me to be her boyfriend." chris says, putting his tough guy persona back on as both him and the girl laugh. vey notices this and yells at the girl. "who the fuck are you? you're not fucking involved in this shit. get outa here." the girl rolls her eyes and walks away.

chris doesnt even notice the girl walking away as him and matt just stare at each other with fury in their eyes. the 3 of them dont notice a teary-eyed girl walking up to them. chris then noticed her and scoffed seeing her puffy, wet face. "grow the fuck up, kid. cryin' over here like a kid. this,' he points between the two of them, 'was nothing. and never will be. you're a good fuck, 'n thats all." matt and vey are in disbelief right now as you dont say anything, but your eyes fill with tears once again. "hereee we go. cryin' again. you're embarrassin' yourself." and with that, you walk away to the best of your abilities and hear the distant screams of vey yelling at him.

you make your way to the front of the house on the opposite side of the group and pull out your phone and order an uber. not without blocking chris on everything first.

@muwapsturniolo @lovergirl4gracieabrams @m4ttg1rl @lypsiiii @tyummyz @sturniqlo @emely9274 @shadowthesim @mattsobvimyfav @sturnl0ve @wastelandzella @fallininlust comment to be added or removed.

[absolxguardian]

Thank you for confirming that the deed poll means that UK institutions are generally better at handling first name changes. It's fucking disgusting.

As for the taxes bit, reading back I realize I fucked up the pronouns in that sentence. Here's what I was trying to say:

I don't know if the equivalent British payroll tax would get confused if you [a bigoted company] submitted something under someone's old name, but they would in the US once you [the person who changed their name] updated the social security administration. If you've [person who changed their name] legally changed your name, to the government you're [bigoted company] just saying nonsense when you try to submit tax witholdings under someone else's name.

Payroll taxes/tax withholdings is the US term for taxes being automatically deducted from your wages. In the US there's just a stupid additional thing where at the end of the year (actually 6 months into the next year) you send a form to the government that says "Here's how much I'm supposed to owe you, x amount has been withheld, here's the remainder". There usually isn't a remainder, instead through tax credits and tax deductions, it ends up that you've overpaid a certain amount and the government owes you that much back. You're allowed to instruct your employer to withhold however much you want, so you can pre-include stuff like your child tax credit. Technically you can instruct your employer to withhold nothing except for social security and medicare taxes (which work differently than normal income tax) and pay the entire amount at the end of the year. Again, you just need to submit your documentation at the end of the year, which is the stupid bit. However a company's HR should calculate appropriate withholdings for you, and send you a receipt of what they've send to the government come tax season. Filing US taxes isn't actually all that hard, just inefficiently designed and full of stuff that rightfully scares the uninformed.

So the problem I was talking about is that if a company went "here are the taxes for Robert Smith social security (taxpayer id) number xx-xxx-xxx", the goverment would go "there is no Robert Smith with that number", and then poor Bob Smith wouldn't have any taxes recorded as being paid (although with a common nickname change, a real human person might be able to resolve it behind the scenes. But not for a completely different name).

Pissed off right now.

My partner has an appointment with a gender clinic today (it went well) and his clinician said something along the lines of;

"Please ignore the deadname on my email, I'm intersex and I've legally changed my name but I'm not 'technically trans' so higher ups say they won't change it on my professional email."

Hello???? He works at a gender clinic????

A name change is a name change regardless???

Fuck

[aerospectrum]

Dean felt taken back by the way she rolled her eyes at him and his eyes went wide with her accusatory and pointed words, but worse than that it was the way she talked about Cas-- as if she even knew him! As if she even knew what they'd been through.... he wasn't still hung up on him... not his dick anyway.

Dean half hoped Madison would stumble and flop right on the floor with how rough she yanked herself out of his hold, his brows curved downwards in a harsh stare- ready to rip right back into her... until she started reaming herself... instead of him. The guilt came to a rolling boil before it spilled over, watching how Madison's face turned pink and her brown eyes watered Dean wasn't sure how to fix it and fighting in a bar was the last thing he wanted to be doing.

Dean chased after her the second she left, but it was when she reached for the door handle in her drunken rage that Dean felt all that rage from walking in and seeing her in the grip of a bunch of lowlife bar scuzz burst right back to the surface. But it morphed-- it morphed into genuine anger that she'd let herself get that fucking tossed.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" Dean grabbed Madison by her shoulders and spun her around so her back was pressed against the door and window of her car. "You think you're that invincible huh? You think I don't give two fucks about you that I'd just stand back and watch you get yourself killed behind the wheel?! Jesus christ you're fucking worse than Cas, you know that?!" he seethed with the type of fear that made him incapable of not yelling even with the waterfall of tears from Madison. "If none of this meant a thing I wouldn't be here! I wouldn't have spent the night calling you and filling up your fucking voicemail if I didn't give a shit, Madison! I told you already-- I'm not fucking around here- I'm not that guy. I get it, I fucked up-- I stood you up, but I called to tell you where I was! I called to explain, I called and asked you to fucking come have a date with me in the goddamn fucking stupid as shit er and you wouldn't pick up your damn phone!" his face flushed red, his eyes brightened beneath a soft gloss of heightened emotion.

"You can go ahead and call me the same as all the belly to the earth motherfuckers you've dated. I'm not gonna force you to change your mind-- but you're not gonna blame Cas for this-- or his dick." he added awkwardly. "I'm over Cas- he's over me, we aren't together- we're not fucking behind your back and laughing at you. You're not worthless and you're not pathetic and you do deserve better.... and I'm better! I thought I'd be home by 7 for you to pick me up. I wanted to go out with you-- I wasn't trying to stand you up, but I did and I can admit to that. It was shitty and wrong of me and I'm sorry. But you're not gonna go out and get wasted and try to get behind the wheel of your car- I've seen too much of that go south. I'm not losing anymore people to shitty 2am decisions, now give me your fucking keys and you can walk the hell home if you decide you're too badass to come sleep off your soon to be raging hangover at my place."

Madison was ripped away from the tender affection she was receiving & it was confusing.

She had stumbled a bit at the aggressive yank & she looked up at the culprit. It was Dean. That handsome, son of a bitch.

It took a moment to process what he was saying & when everything registered she huffed, “atleast a sap can be upfront about everything meaning nothing.” She rolled her eyes, “oh you wanna help? Wanna play hero?Im just some stupid bitch huh?” She bit back, “help me find a man who can respect me & not stand me up. Help me find a man who isn’t still hung up on his fucking ex’s dick.”

Madison ripped her wrist away, “you made me feel pathetic & you know what, I can finally accept that.” She wobbled in her heels & ran a hand through her gorgeous messy bun. “I am pathetic, & I am worthless & I should just go out & enjoy my fucking life instead of thinking I deserve better.” She gave him a rough shove away. “And I have you to thank for that. So thank you!” Her voice was raising & her cheeks turning pink, eyes getting glossy. “Thank you for showing me I’m not worth a god damn thing & every man I meet, no matter how tall & handsome & smart & funny, & charming is just like everyone else!”

A few tears slid down her cheek & she reached over to the table to snatch her purse away. Madison did her best to walk toward the door that was bouncing & blurry. Madison managed to make it outside & to her car, but everything was so blurry, she couldn’t grab the handle.

Eventually she gave up & just leaned her head against the window & cried. The alcohol finally taking full advantage of her emotional state.

[meazalykov]

livestream

jule brand x gamer!reader

summary: a mistake will force the both of you to admit something.

the familiar hum of your dual monitors fills the room as you settle into your gaming chair, adjusting your headset and taking a sip of water. 

your fingers tap against the desk rhythmically, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling inside you as the stream countdown ends. the chat is already alive, scrolling at a speed that’s hard to keep up with. you catch glimpses of messages—“hi y/n!”  “top streamer is back (kai wishes)”—and giggle to yourself. 

your audience is loyal, supportive, and somehow manages to make you feel connected even though you’ve been living halfway across the world from your home country of the united states for almost a year now.  

“hey, everyone!” you greet, voice warm and cheerful. you lean forward, adjusting the mic closer to your mouth. 

“how’s it going? what’s everyone been up to today?”  

a flurry of replies fills the screen. some talk about work or school, others ask what game you’ll be playing, and a few just spam emotes in excitement.  

“okay, okay,” you say with a laugh, waving a hand at the camera as if to calm them down. 

“before we jump into a game, let me give you a quick rundown of my day since some people in the chat are asking. it’s been a busy one, not gonna lie.”  

someone gifts you a sub, the notification popping up on the screen. you grin, glancing at the message: 

“how was your day, y/n?”

“see! my day? it was good!” you say, leaning back in your chair. 

“a little hectic, though. i went out for breakfast this morning at this cute little café downtown in wolfsburg—you know the one i mentioned last week? their cappuccinos are insane. afterwards i had to run around and grab some last-minute christmas gifts for my family back in the states. classic procrastination on my part.”  

you laugh softly, pausing briefly as you think about the rest of your day. you’re so comfortable, so used to chatting openly with your audience, that the words come out without much thought. 

“then, my girlfriend jul—”  

you freeze. your heart skips a beat as the realization hits you like a ton of bricks.  

“uh, i mean, my friend jule and i went out for lunch before her training session,” you say quickly, stumbling over the words as you try to backtrack. but it’s too late.  

the chat explodes.  

“DID SHE JUST SAY GIRLFRIEND???”  

“WAIT WAIT WAIT.”  

“i KNEW IT WAS JULE.”  

“not lynn wilms????”  

you can feel your face heat up as you glance at the chat. it’s moving so fast that you can barely make out individual messages, but the general vibe is clear: they caught your slip-up, and there’s no taking it back.  

“uh…” you laugh nervously, running a hand through your hair. “i… yeah, i fucked up, didn’t i? shit the stream hasn’t even really started yet ha ha” you mumble, more to yourself than to the chat, but of course, they hear it.  

the chat continues to erupt with a mix of excitement, shock, and jokes. some viewers are celebrating, others are teasing you, and a few are still trying to piece everything together.  

“okay, okay, calm down, everyone!” you say, holding up your hands as if that could somehow stop the chaos. “look, i think that’s enough excitement for one stream. i’m gonna go, even though i just got on, before i dig myself into an even deeper hole. i’ll see you all tomorrow, okay? have a good night!”  

with a click, you end the stream, the screen going black as you sit back in your chair with a heavy sigh.  

“oh my god,” you mutter, covering your face with your hands. your phone buzzes on the desk, and you already know who it’s from.  

sure enough, it’s lynn. 

lynn: I watched the stream. uh oh..

you groan, typing back quickly: yeah… i think i just outed me and jule to the entire internet.  

your phone buzzes again almost immediately, but this time it’s not a text. it’s jule calling. your stomach flips as you stare at her name on the screen, hesitating for a moment before answering.  

“hey…” you say cautiously, your voice small.  

“so… did you do what i think you did?” jule asks, her tone calm but with a hint of curiosity.  

“i’m so sorry,” you blurt out, the words tumbling out in a rush. 

“it just slipped out! i was talking about my day, and i wasn’t thinking, and then—”  

“y/n,” jule interrupts, her voice steady. 

“breathe. it’s okay.”  

“but we agreed to keep it private for at least a year, and now—”  

“y/n,” she says again, a little more firmly this time.

 “it’s okay. i know you didn’t mean to. honestly, people were going to figure it out eventually.”  

you fall silent, guilt still gnawing at you. 

“are you sure you’re not mad? because i feel awful, jule. like, seriously awful.”  

“i’m not mad,” she reassures you, her voice softening. 

“i promise. if anything, it’s kind of funny. you tried so hard to cover it up, but your chat is way too smart for that.”  

you let out a small, reluctant laugh. 

“yeah, they’re too smart for their own good but still, i feel like i messed up.”  

“you didn’t,” she says firmly. 

“it’s fine. really. now stop beating yourself up about it, okay?”  

“okay,” you mumble, though the guilt still lingers.  

the week that follows is a blur. the initial frenzy around your slip-up starts to die down, but the topic still pops up in your community and on social media. jule keeps things normal between you two, never bringing it up unless you do, which helps ease some of your worry. 

still, you can’t shake the feeling that you let her down.  

then, one afternoon, your phone buzzes with a notification from jule’s instagram story. curious, you open it, and your heart skips a beat.  

there, on her story, is a picture of you two from a few weeks ago. 

(pretend this is jule and you of course)

your jaw drops as you stare at the post, reading and rereading the words.  

quickly calling jule, your voice a mix of shock and amusement. 

“you really just hard-launched us like that?”  

“well, people already knew, didn’t they?” she teases. 

“might as well...”  

the taller blond gets cut off as you laugh, the sound finally free of the guilt that’s been weighing you down all week. 

“you’re amazing, you know that?”  

“i do,” she says, her tone playful. 

“and so are you. now, can we move on from this?”  

“yeah,” you say, and this time, you mean it.  

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[cigswme]

𓇼 ⋆.˚ you and vi were college roomates, well she just went through a breakup and came home really drunk, well your comforting.. led to one thing to another.

𓆡 — based on the song FANTASTIC by king princess.

– MEN DNI

tw: drinking, messy making out, drunk sex, fluff

you were alone on your dorm, vi's been gone all night. All you know was her previous girlfriend cheated on her and she well.. hasn't been handling it well. Its not new to you that she'll be gone randomly and come home at 3 or 4am drunk like she doesn't have classes in the morning. You kinda liked it, not that you liked that shes going through something but you just liked being alone especially when studying for your finals for the next day.

You just finished studying and now watching your favorite series, american classics on your laptop until you heard a desperate loud knocking, you huffed irritatedly because who would be knocking at 11pm?? you didn't think it was vi, since she never comes home this "early", you opened the door and she slumped her body immediately onto you. "Vi--?? what the fuck?!" you blurted out shocked that she almost collapsed if you hadn't catched her "Mmn miss you cupcake" she said drunkenly, she had always called you cupcake ever since you moved on with her. you opened the door more open so you can help her get inside, once her arms were on your shoulder and your helping her get to bed she said something... "i've always-- wanted you.." you thought it was just her in her drunken state missing her ex girlfriend, you placed her in her bed leaving her alone for a moment to close the door and to get her a glass of water "here drink.. god, Vi you should really move on... geez she fucking played you now move on. Im tired of seeing you like this every night." you scolded her while she just chuckled sheepishly "you care about me so much yk? Just wanna say thankyou, cupcake." you smiled at her but before you could say anything she suddenly kissed you, you can still taste the alcohol in her tounge. You tried to pull yourself away but she just grabbed your waist pulling you closer to her, you moaned into the kiss and she took the opportunity to slide her tounge inside of your mouth. After some more seconds into the kiss she finally pulled away, both of you breathless from the kiss. "Wha-- what was that for?" you say catching your breath "just— i dont know, m'sorry.. i know me and that jerk broke up like 2 months ago but shes not the reason i always come here drunk— its you... you're the reason why i drink so much, you just-- drive me crazy.. ever since me and my ex girlfriend got together i knew it from the very beginning that she was cheating on me so its nothing when i caught her with a man.. I've always liked you... I really do and i was pretty sure you wouldn't like me back-- Hell, i don't even know if youre into chicks." she chuckled, the alcohol still there in her system but everything she said sounds sincere, it doesn't feel like her talking in her drunken state that left you speechless. After a moment of silence you decided to speak "Uh— I, well i am into chicks.. i dont know how you didn't figure that out in the beginning.." you chuckle, "and yeah, i like you too.. i mean— the feelings kind of stopped when you got a gf.. I didn't want to ruin your relationship at that time, but yeah when she treated you like shit i wanted to kill that bitch i cant lie." she chuckled at your words, taking another sip from the glass of water you gave her, she smiled at you and kissed you again, this time gentle and affectionate, she slowly pushed you down her bed kissing your jaw traveling down your neck. You moan and a sly grin appeared on her lips as she played with the hem of your shirt slowly taking it off of you, revealing your pink laced bra.. she didnt do anything for a moment and just stared at you in awe "You're so pretty, you know that?" she chuckled and slowly unhooked your bra, you gasp at the feeling and she got down trailing hot kisses that only stopped when she reached your abdomen, you can't stop thinking like shes a fucking doll while shes down there. She slowly pulled your shorts down, you squirm at her touch "easy.. you just have to take it babe." she says while palming your tits, you moan at her touch. "Y'know.. fuck, I couldn't stop thinking of you." she huffed, you whine and whimper under her and she coos you. "Shh, its okay babe im here.. just be a good passenger for me baby." she says her voice gentle and reassuring.

You woke up, vi nuzzled up against you. You smiled at the sight of her, her pink hair messy yet perfect. She then suddenly grabbed you and hugged you tighter in her sleep. You just chuckled and kissed her fore head, after all she did made you feel fucking fantastic last night.

a/n: made this at 7am loll, hope you guys like itttt!

[crescenthistory]

hello there,

i’ve been a follower & a big admirer of your work for quite some time now — so i thought, perhaps i could leave a suggestion down here for when (if) you have the time and inspiration ?

here is what i had in mind,

female reader who is a freshly transferred student at hogwarts, and someone who happened to become very close to regulus. close enough for their mutual attraction to be clear and their relationship labeled as somewhat of a talking stage.

which is why it’s only natural when slytherin skittles, as regulus’ best mates, feel it is their mission to make sure reader is a decent person and someone who would not leave his heart broken. after all, it’s not an interrogation if they ‘just so happened to stumble over her in the common room’ while regulus is away. or maybe it is. still, they are looking out for him.

anyways, feel free to shape the scenario however you see fit or not write it all if it’s not what you’d be interested in. i hope your day is going great and i’m sending you all the love and hugs ! xoxo

hi there darling, thank you so much for your kind words and request<33 i went with the skittles hounding regulus prior to meeting up with reader, hope that's alright with you, mwah

Words: 1.3k

Warnings/tags: not proofread, fem!reader, slytherin skittles focus, banter, barty and dorcas bully regulus a little, you're not an active part in this but are talked about, regulus is in love and embarrassed over his friends, reader's background prior to hogwarts is not addressed, seer!pandora

"Is it truly so hard to believe that someone other than you lot would dare be friends with me?"

The dorm erupted in various statements of "yeah, pretty much", "duh" and even Evan's "if what you have with her is a friendship, then I don't think we're friends, Reg."

Even on his worst days, Regulus was beyond grateful for the ragtag found family he had been swept into during his time in Slytherin. Barty who essentially picked him up one day and claimed him as his own, Evan with whom he found solace in the quiet, Dorcas who became the best verbal sparring partner he could ask for and Pandora who understood him better than he had ever thought possible – these were his people through and through.

Unfortunately, his people were kind of arseholes.

"It's taken us years to crack through your," – Barty, from where he was perched across Evan's lap, waved in Regulus' general direction with disdain – "stoicism, and you tell me this bird has you asking her out within a month? We have to believe that shit is some twisted dark magic."

"You would know all about twisted dark magic, wouldn't you, B?" Dorcas volleyed through a laugh, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at him.

"Fuck off, Dorc, I thought you were with me on this!"

Evan playfully napped at Barty's ear when his passionate outburst turned its heat from Regulus to Dorcas.

“I can play for two teams." Dorcas seemed offended at Barty’s assumption of her loyalty, while Pandora sat beside her with an impervious smile, unaffected by the back and forth. “And don’t fucking call me that, Crouch.” 

Evan had to catch Barty’s foot by the ankle when he tried to launch it towards Dorcas in retaliation.

Regulus dropped his head into his hands with a groan. With Barty and Evan lounging on Barty's bed and Dorcas and Pandora on the floor in between, Regulus was left on the edge of his own bed, feeling awfully sorry for himself for having caring – if meddling – friends.

"Can you guys please be normal tonight?" he asked into his hands. Without looking up, he held a finger into the air to quell the argument about to fall off of Barty's tongue. "Don't. By normal I mean don't scare her off. Don't go asking weird or inappropriate or threatening questions, okay?"

"I simply cannot promise that." Both Dorcas and Evan gave Barty a wack to the leg and arm for his comment.

“I resent Barty at the moment, but yeah no, that’s going to be a tough ask, Reggie,” Dorcas amended.

Regulus eventually lifted his head to stare in near-defeat at his friends. "Listen. I... I like her, okay? Like proper, more than I thought I could. I want her to keep feeling comfortable around me, this is all still very... new to her."

He didn’t have to say that this was new to him, too. 

Pandora shifted in that way that alerted everyone to the fact she was about to speak – only when she spoke did Barty ever actually shut up. She smiled softly. "You're in love." She stated it plainly, a fact.

Regulus felt as if he had been punched in the gut by her assertion. "I– What?" he stumbled, gaze flashing quickly to spot the mirth and mischief on all of his friends' faces. With a steadying breath, he pressed his lips together and his palms to his knees. "That is way too soon to say, Dora. But I'd like to think I might eventually be. If you lot don't fuck it up for me." That last sentence was directed towards the bed opposite his with a light glare.

Barty threw his head back with a gleeful, almost screeching laughter and fully ignoring most of what Regulus had said. "This is going to be so fun!"

"We're not going to fuck it up," Dorcas translated Barty's sentence, with the dignity to wear a somewhat rueful smile. "Though, I will say, if she cannot handle these dynamics of ours, I question how she will be able to sustain a relationship with you."

That exact fear had been brewing in Regulus' stomach all day, ever since you agreed this morning to join him with his friends to Hogsmeade tonight after spending almost every day together in the library for the past month. Being with you was the highlight of his days, a quiet sort of ease settled into his bones, and he ached to extend it past dinnertime. What you had was special to him, something he feared to lose, though he did not dare voice it. He had no idea how to answer Dorcas' musings, but thankfully he didn't have to.

"Oh, she will," Pandora assured, breezily, as if this was a cosmic law.

"You’s seen her?" Evan questioned, looking at his sister with a gaze only she could decipher. She made a so-and-so head movement, which seemed to be a perfectly understandable answer to Evan.

Regulus supposed it was to him, too.

"Really, Reg, we're not going to scare her off or traumatise her or whatever else you're accusing us of here," Barty grumbled, as if relenting. He crawled out of Evan's lap to come hustle Regulus out of his perfectly comfortable seated position, slapping the sides of his arms when he stood. "We might interrogate her a little bit – but, hey, that's just to know that she deserves our little prince! And we'll be totally nice and polite or whatever."

"Reassuring, Barty." Regulus gave him an unimpressed glare, but the corners of his lips tugged at his best friend's familiar tactics.

"Great, 'cause that's not my strong suit you know!" Barty called out as he whipped around, grabbing his coat and bag in a flurry. “Pulling out the big guns just for you, Reggie.”

"Never thought I'd hear him admit that," Dorcas mumbled to herself, drawing a giggle from Pandora.

The rest of the group seemed to get the signal that it was about time to move outside, having been chattering away for the past half an hour after Regulus insisted on them getting ready early, lest they be late. "Finally heading out?" Evan questioned gleefully, not one to want to wait for long.

"Yeah. Just, again, please. Be cool." Regulus stressed it one final time, regarding them all sternly.

Barty gasped. "He said please!"

"Then we simply have to," Dorcas agreed.

With a roaring laughter, they opened the door and filtered out as if they were one large entity. Regulus supposed in some ways they were, which made him feel terribly sorry for you and what he was about to put you through.

And he knew he was a selfish man when he thought it next, but his blood warmed nonetheless as he hoped you liked him just as much as he did you – which would mean enough to withstand his friends' undoubtedly incoming interrogation.

Lucky for him, by the entrance of the Great Hall, where you had agreed to meet, you were standing in your favourite outfit and wringing your hands, eager to not just withstand but dance in that very storm.

[brownwomanisland]

I want to know who else is out there has an issue with speaking up?

When I was 12, I told a friend who I knew would tell my parents that my brother was molesting me. When we finally met, I realized that they spoke to him first and he was their golden child and whatever he said, I echoed because I was terrified. My mother is still a boy mom and my dad is a fucking loser.

When I was 14, I told a teacher. They told my mom. My mom told her friend who decided to ask me, what i didn't realize at the time, leading questions about me being gay (open secret). He decided that my lesbian experience was what I was talking about and not the escalating molestation from my brother.

My father blamed me for who I told, said it was my crush on the teacher. My mother called me a liar for months. Would shout at me in the hallway at home. Would wake me up at night to talk to me about myself, threatening to beat me. That went on for months until I stayed with my uncle briefly. It didn't improve when I came back home. Nobody did anything to protect me. They ripped up my police report. Stopped my psychologist visits. Pressured me to talk to my brother.

I was already cutting myself to deal with the fact that this was happening and nobody took my anger at my brother seriously. This boy used me as his own personal sex toy for years and ... started again or tried to start again when I was home from university. I don't know. Everybody I'm blood related to is a fucking poison in this world. Who's not a menace is a fucking coward.

There's so much to say and even though none of you know me, I still feel terrified that speaking up in anyway will ruin my life. I always wrote in my journal. I found out after my mother put me out that she went through it, deemed it all lies. I only started back writing comfortably in 2021 ish.

I wish I lived a different life almost everyday because I have to live every year seeing all my dreams be deferred. Sometimes I wish I did kill myself so I wouldn't have to deal with knowing that what I dream of may never come.

So yeah I panicked and deleted that other post because one of you assholes said I let my father treat me that way. But also, it is so so so so difficult to speak up. I live alone now and I have to practice EVERYTHING with EVERYONE so that I make sure I am safe. I work very hard to make sure every step I take will hopefully bring me closer to the life I deserve.

Don't let being online and being angry make you treat your sisters like trash. We're all fucking going through it. Our traumas probably look like intersecting venn diagrams.

[lovetei]

hellooo!! first of all, i really love your writing!! <3 may i request some solomon smut please?

personally, if i were to actually live through the nightbringer events i would probably be so sad and stressed that it’s not the version of the demon brothers we actually know and love so i would just take a day off from devilsitting and ask my magic-basically-husband to fuck me stupid lol i mean we already live such a domestic life might as well go all the way :D

thank you so much in advance!! <3

Wow... I have the time and energy to write...

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After returning to the past and the brothers having no memories of you, there is only one solution in your mind to forget about them too

Warnings: No proofreading, grammar errors, spelling errors, smut, mind break, erm... There's a little Lucifer on the phone while Solomon ykyk you

Links: Masterlist

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Tired body and even more tired mind.

You dragged yourself through the hallway of cocytus hall to your white-haired husband's laboratory.

Not bothering to knock, you pushed the door open earning a flinch from him "Oh dear, what happened to you?" He even dared to chuckle as he asked.

But his chuckle soon died down when you swiftly swiped all the papers and books off his desk and sat on it, legs wide open.

He smirked, "Say less." he uttered before going down on his knees.

Not even a few minutes ago, with him being down on his knees, you're already bent over the desk.

Your head pressed firmly against the dark wood of his table with him tirelessly fucking you from behind.

He panted, "Oh baby... Are you sad, hmm?" He asked in such a caring tone but the way his grip on your hair gets firmer, the way he condescendingly looked down on you said another thing.

"Those stupid demons not talking to you— haaaa..." He threw his head back as you felt thick globs of his cum escaping your hole and dropping to the floor.

Ringggg

Your eyes shot open, and his grin went wider.

"Oh, no no no no— AGHH?!~" You were about to reach on your phone when he buried himself to the hilt.

Your tears rolled down your cheeks, you have never felt this full... His cum, his cock...

He pressed himself down on you, hugging your waist as he pressed his torso on your back and grabbed your wrist with one hand.

He let out a breathless chuckle "Oh this has just gotten more interesting..!" His pace went faster, he went deeper.

He grabbed your phone with his other hand and looked at who was calling, "Lucifer... What a lucky day!~" He sang.

"Solomon... N-No...!" You trembled out and tried to get the phone from his grasp but failed.

"Hello, MC?"

His regal voice can be heard despite the loud slapping of skin the echoed inside the room.

"Don't worry, honey~ we're muted." as soon as he admitted to that fact, your hands flew away from your mouth and instead ripped the edge of the table for support as he rammed you harder.

"I just want to apologize for what happened earlier..."

Solomon chuckled and gripped your hair, "Come on, say 'it's fine Lucifer~'" He laughed out as he mockingly forced your head to nod.

"Ish— fineeee~" Your tongue lolled out as his hips started to stutter, he's about to cum again.

Just as he felt his orgasms ripped through him, his grip on the phone softened and he dropped it.

"MC...?"

You just wish the way his cum dribbled down your thighs weren't seen.

[artistsfuneral]

a/b/o, but for once the story is actually about the beta

big no progrom pack with Geralt, Eskel, Lambert, Gweld and Gardis and Aubry and Clovis

with Lambert still being the youngest of their pack, a beta (thank fuck) who they all say matches really nicely with their scent

Lambert, fresh out of presentation (still changed his body, still felt weird and intrusive and absolutely exhausting, even without it ending in a heat or rut) just goes with it - surely they know what they're talking about

so Lambert is pack. he sits with them, eats with them, trains with them and shares a den (not his bed, he needs his own bed) with them

and nobody really explains anything to him? do they just assume that he knows what to do?? have Gweld and Gardis instinctively know what to do once they presented as omegas? then, why doesn't he know what to do??

why does it feel so wrong?

cue Lambert, during his pack's heat cycle, feeling more like a handmaiden than a pack member. when Gweld and Gardis care for their omegas, they're rewarded with bright smiles and soft kisses, when Lambert does he gets a 'good job'? when Gweld and Gardis care for their alphas, they're hugged and scented and when Lambert does he gets a pat on the shoulder?

do they even want him there?

it feels obvious that they do not. so after their cycle is over he walks out on them (hates that his instincts won't let him leave while they're still at it, while he still can work for them) and doesn't look back

two years later he finds himself in Tretogor of all places, chewing through a stale piece of bread that seriously has seen better days but was half off at the market, while watching a newly mated alpha omega pair making eyes at each other

and he just- he feels his pack bond breaking and he cries, silent tears running down his face while he eats a piece of bread that suddenly tastes so much worse

Meanwhile Madison is grappling with the fact that not every issues can be settled by committee

meanwhile six other witchers are going absolutely nuts over the fact that they feel the bond to their youngest, sweetest, grumpiest pack member fading away

this is how things went from their perspective:

they're litter mates, close knit and seemingly perfectly balanced: two alphas, two omegas, two betas

and then - decades later - they scent a new pack mate and it's that one guy, only surviver of his cohort, half-feral, spicey, grumpy Lambert

he doesn't really fit a beta's usually calm, softspoken demeanor, but they don't care, because he fits their pack so well, they never knew how much they needed him until they met Lambert

immune to their omegas' charm and their alphas' dominance, Lambert does what Gweld and Aubry would never be bold enough to do

he openly berates them when they're being stupid, always saying out loud what he thinks, doesn't cower in front of the alphas and neither is too soft with their omegas

but

but he never initiates anything that could be interpreted as more than just friendly, sleeps in his own bed, doesn't seem to like prolonged contact and not once has asked for anything during their heat cycle

they just assumed Lambert wasn't interested. because he's always so up front with everything else, surely he'd just say something, right?

wrong. and they realize that as soon as he vanishes right after they calm down from their latest cycle - "I thought he just stepped out for a moment, what do you mean he's gone?!"

and for two years he doesn't return to Kaer Morhen and the pack grows morw and more worried

and then they feel their bond to him fail

and all hell breaks loose

[zaim8778]

Fenton Crime Family

-Wayne Manor, Gotham-

Stephanie: So no one is gonna ask why Cass has been out so much lately? Alone too.

Duke: Didn't she say she is going out to meet a friend?

Stephanie: Yeah, but no one knows where she goes. We don't know who she goes out with nor do we know where she goes.

Tim: Just say that you are jealous that Cass is going out without you. No will make fun of you.

Jason & Duke: That's a lie.

Tim: Yeah, that's a lie. I would totally make fun of you.

Stephanie: Shut up nerd. Don't pretend you are not jealous when Bernard or Conner says that they are hanging out with someone else.

Tim: Woah there. Jason is the nerd one. If you want to insult me, at least use the correct one.

Jason: I want to be mad but you're not wrong.

Damian: Tt, why should we bother who Cain goes out with? It is her choice who she wishes to be her companion.

Stephanie: But aren't you curious even a little bit? Who is the person? Where do they go? Are they friends or something more? There are so many questions and yet so little answer.

Bruce: We should give Cass some room for herself. Letting her form a relationship outside of this household is also good.

Everyone: *Stares at Bruce*

Jason: I think the old man is being mind controlled. Let me punch him to wake him up.

Dick: Are you sick, B? Do you want to go to Dr. Leslie? I can take over your patrol tonight if you are not feeling well.

Damian: I also agree with Todd. Father might be compromised right now. Let's take him down.

Tim: Wait wait. Do you have anything to say before we jump you Bruce?

Bruce: *Grunts* I went to meet the therapist that Jason recommended to me. Dr. Fenton says that I should give my children room to grow independently so that I can take the first step in treating my paranoia.

Jason: *Gasp* You actually went to meet the therapist. Fuck.

Stephanie: He he he, where is my 50 bucks? I told you he would go if you recommend it.

Jason: *Grumble while handing out 50 bucks*

Duke: So that's where you are going. I thought you were going on a date.

Bruce: I am too old for dating anymore.

Dick: Yeah, right. Tell that to me when you go meet Selina later tonight.

Bruce: *Grunts*

Alfred: *Walks in* I am here to inform that Miss Cassandra has returned.

Dick: She's not gonna eat lunch?

Alfred: Miss Cassandra has informed me that she has eaten outside with her friend.

Jason: Did you see who her friend is? Is it a boy or a girl? Please tell me it's a boy.

Alfred: I'm afraid I cannot tell you anything as per my agreement with Miss Cassandra. What I can tell you though is that she is very happy to meet her friend. I suggest all of you don't disturb her happiness.

Stephanie: What? Boooo. I want answers. Timothy I choose you. Go find the answer using your stalker skills.

Tim: I would rather not anger her after what she did last time. All of my coffee mugs are still stuck on the table.

Duke: *Scoffs* You would probably go behind her back to find this friend anyway. You're just saying it in case Cass heard us.

Tim: I shall not confirm nor deny the accusation.

-Upstairs-

Cass lays on her bed after changing her clothes. It's been so long since she saw Danny. If not for the coincidental encounter at the stores, she wouldn't have known that Danny is in Gotham. After the first encounter, they exchanged phone numbers and talks and even met up often. Today is their first official date as a girlfriend/boyfriend.

Cass takes her phone to text Danny that she has reached home safely when she suddenly remembers something. She opens her gallery and puts the photos of her and Danny in a secure secret folder so that no one can find it.

While doing that, a text comes through.

Danny 💕💓💕

Danny: Hey Cass, are you home yet?

Cass: Yes. I just got home.

Danny: Thanks for the date today

Cass: 💖💖

Cass: Are you home yet?

Danny: Almost

Danny: Sorry gotta go. My sister is calling.

Cass: Get home fast. Love you 😘

Danny: I love you too 💖

Cass puts the phone on the bed and closes her eyes. Soon, she falls asleep and dreams of living in a large house with a lot of children running around.

-The Bowery, Gotham-

A young skinny man with black hair and blue eyes is walking down the quite alley slowly. He looks around him as the people of the Bowery look almost respectful but certainly fearful to him.

He sighs and leaves the sprawled bodies on the ground. They wouldn't die. He makes sure of that. A huge man comes within his proximity when suddenly the man bows down to him.

????: We are sorry, sir. These people are a new gang in the rise from the east. We get the news too late to send people to dispose of them.

Danny: Chill out, Jeff. Just take them to Dani and let her handle it. Also, tell her to return before dinner or else Jazz will come for her.

Jeff: Yes, sir.

The man along with a few of his henchmen pick the bodies and move them to somewhere else. To be honest, Jazz and Danny still don't know how to feel that their little sister is officially a crime lord.

All of them moved last month since Jazz gets her job at Arkham Asylum and Danny gets his internship at Wayne Enterprise. Dani tags along since she has explored all the places she wants to visit and she doesn't know what else to do.

Well that also didn't last long, as the first day they arrived at Gotham, Dani goes to beat up all the gang and goons in The Bowery and round them up into one single group. It's certainly easier that all the rouges are in Arkham right now.

One time the Falcon crime family tried to threaten Dani by taking Danny and Jazz hostage. In the end, Falcon and other crime families agree to stay out of The Bowery after Danny freezes all of their building and Dani strikes them with lightning multiple times.

Danny arrives home and sits on the couch. He scrolls Twitter while waiting for his sisters to return when the news catches his eyes.

Breakout at Arkham Asylum

All the people of Gotham are suggested to stay inside tonight.

Danny looks at the news with concern. Usually a breakout at Arkham happens a lot later in the day. He stands up, picks a leather jacket and a mask and then transforms into Phantom. He wears the mask and the jacket and flies towards Arkham Asylum to check out what happened. Today is Saturday so Jazz isn't working so he doesn't worry that much about Jazz.

On his way to Arkham, he encounters some rouge like The Riddler and Scarecrow. He knocks them out and hangs them on a poll and continues flying towards it. He's not a hero anymore but if the rogues are to enter and cause havoc in The Bowery, neither him, Jazz nor Ellie will be happy.

Suddenly, he sees a clown car speeding through the road at a very fast speed. Danny looks at it and sees the Joker along with his few goons are making a getaway while being chased down by a few cop cars. Danny flies down towards the clown car, and slowly unscrews the tyres of the car.

Danny flies back a little bit to the back and the clown car starts to wiggle and waggle and suddenly all of the tyres come off the car. Danny can hear the clown cursing heavily until finally they crash into a poll.He flies back down and just to make sure he is permanently down or at least down for some time, snap his back bone to incapacitate him.

Danny, still invisible, flies back up and continues on his way to Arkham. He meets a few more escapees like Mr. Freeze, Firefly and Killer Croc. Except for Killer Croc, all the other rouges are beaten up and sent back to Arkham. Killer Croc or Waylon is not thinking of causing trouble. He just wants to return to the sewer cause it is his home. Danny plans to maybe offer Waylon employment in their gang if he feels like Waylon is stable enough to work. Meanwhile, he will go around the city and beat up rogues that he is pretty sure is not going out to have a tea party.

When Danny lands on the roof, he opens his phone to see Cass is warning him to stay at home and not go outside. He smiles wryly since he is already outside and is beating up the rouges. Danny replies with a thumbs up and is about to continue flying when a shadow jumps out from behind him.

Danny: Uh, hello? How are you?

???: *Stares*

Danny: I'm no trouble. Just on the lookout just in case there is a rouge nearby. I see some guy beat up Scarecrow and The Riddler on my way here. They are not so scary when they don't have anything to use you know.

???: Where?

Danny: Errr, I think it is right over there. I was coming from that direction so you would probably see them if you go this way.

???: Thank you.

The shadow then vanishes and Danny is left standing there. The shadow really reminded him of Cass for some reason. Looking up online, apparently that one is called Black Bat.

Danny: Huh, they are out early today then. I guess they can work during the day.

Danny then turns invisible and returns back to the Bowery because most of the notorious rogues have been captured and Danny isn't worried about the rest.

[rebelssvy]

i hate you, tenya ✧.* part two

tenya x reader ⋆·˚ ༘ *

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summary: kinda enemies to lovers, hate sex, love sex, lowk toxic sex, fingering, oral sex. after you two make out at the party, the news spreads to the school. tenya starts avoiding you, you go to him dorm….

i did my big one with this

after the party the other night, you went to school and were bombarded by rumors.

everyone was talking about you and him… it didn’t bother you that much. it bothered you more that every time he saw you, he turned the other way.

so after school was over, the first thing you did was go to him dorm.

the door was barley open before you started talking, “are you avoiding me tenya?” you spat out. words lingering with poison.

“no im not avoiding you.” he answered simply. lying through his teeth.

you rolled your eyebrows obviously. shrugging and waving off his words, before barging your way into his room.

you shut the door behind yourself, puffed your chest.

“why the fuck are you avoiding me? what the fuck did i do?” you asked him throwing your hands in the air.

he was hard to read right now. his emotions seemed contained.

he hesitated before starting “everyone is talking about us. and i don’t like being talked about like that.” he stated. holding his position to you.

“what do you mean! everything they are saying is demeaning to me! not you.” you yelled at him. frustrated at his response.

he groaned while grabbing the bridge of his nose. “you are so impossible. fuck!” his tone was unwavering with rage.

you gasped at his words. his shift in demeanor was the answer you needed.

“i hate you so much. tenya we are done. don’t fucking call me. your shot you had with me.. you just blew it!” you shouted turning your back to him and steaming off to the door.

just as you went to grab the door nob, he stopped you. he held onto wrist. pulling you back so you wouldn’t leave. silence filled the space between you.

“let go….” you said turning to face him again. he dropped his grip on you.

you forced your eyes up to his.

“i’m sorry. y/n im sorry.” he repeated. he looked guilty. sorrow on his face.

“i don’t get it. i thought you liked me tenya. you just let them talk about me all day.” you said to him. bringing your hand up to shove him. you tried pushing him back but he was too big. he didn’t budge.

“..let me make it up to you.” he said smiling softly. it was deceiving.

“what do you mean?” you asked him, hesitating.

“do you trust me?” he asked you. you wondered to yourself if you did.

time after time again he saved your life. even after all the arguments you trusted him the most of all your peers.

“yes.” you answered.

before you could ask him more questions, he grabbed your waist. leaning down he kissed your lips.

“let me make you feel good.” he mumbled against your lips. you gasped at his words. he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

you shook your head ‘yes’ while not breaking contact with him to give him an answer.

he moved your body below him. making you lay on his bed. he stood above you, admiring you.

“i fucking hate y-“

“you can keep saying that but you keep coming back..” he cut you off with his words. forcing you down flat on your back.

your eyes never left him as he planted hot wet kisses to your body. starting at your chest and lowering himself with each kiss. eventually he sat beneath you. breathing on your clothed core.

“it’s gonna be hard for you to hate me after this.” he said before laying opened mouthed kisses on your core. he groaned before sitting up and taking your pants and underwear off of you.

“is this okay baby?” he asked softly before slipping them all the way off you. you mumbled your ‘please’ and ‘thank you’s.

as soon as he got a sight at your naked pussy he couldn’t help himself anymore. diving in he pushed his head into your intimate area.

licking at your folds with force. he groaned into you, it was strained and raspy. he looked up at you. only breaking eye contact to look at your pussy.

“your so fucking wet.” he cooed.

his tongue worked wonders on you. your back arching up off the surface you laid on. his hands found other parts of your body. one settling on your tummy and the other forcing up the fabric of your shirt.

he clawed at your bra, pulling it down to reveal your prepped nipple. he toyed with it, taking it into his fingers.

just like that, you moaned. tenyas ears picked up at the noise. he was already hard, now he couldn’t get enough. he was going insane. he needed to hear more.

he pulled the hand that stayed on your tummy up off you and slowly made its way to your pussy. rimming your hole he stuck one finger into your core slowly. he curled his finger into your gummy walls. getting a feel for you.

then he pumped it in and out. you moaned again.

fuck.

he stuck another in you. now you had to of his fingers inside you and him sucking on your clit. you felt hot. on the verge of an orgasm. your legs started to shake from the sensation.

just as you were about to cum he stopped. he got up and looked down at you. the feeling of vulnerability crept up on you.

“why did you stop?” you asked him. sprawled out on his bed.

he didn’t respond. he silently took in you. he’s dreamt of seeing you like this. pussy out in the open beneath you.

you sat up in an attempt to cover yourself up. on the edge of his bed you were now face to face with his tented bulge.

he didn’t say anything before he took off his shirt. you took in the sight of him. his body was a temple.

“i need more.” he said before his hands found your body again. he took your shirt off over your body. then he clawed at your bra. finally clicking it off. you were left naked.

his mouth dropped into an O shape.

“you can have me. all of me. if it’s what you want….” you whispered just loud enough for him to hear. letting yourself fall flat on your back again.

he tripped over himself taking off his pants. pulling them off at a fast pace. you giggled with him. helping him tug at his clothing.

finally he was left in just his boxers. the fun environment was now one of tension. his gaze centered in on you again. mindlessly he grabbed at his girth that was still in caged in his boxers.

you mumbled a pity full “please..” before he stripped himself naked. you gasped at the sight of him. he was bigger then you thought. not small in any way.

he pumped himself acouple times before he moved to touch you. he touched you everywhere. moving his body over you the weight shifted on the bed. holding himself up above you, so none of his weight rested on you.

he tipped his head down and kissed you. you grabbed at his back before your hands lowered thenselfs. taking in your own clit you ran cirlces into your pussy. needy at any touch. your legs were spread inbetween him.

“fuck your needy huh?” he stopped his kissing to tease you.

“fuck you tenya.” you spat at him. you would be lying if you said you were happy with him. you weren’t. but you would also be lying if you said that you didn’t crave this moment since you met him.

frowning at your words he batted your hand away from your pussy. “cmon doll you don’t mean that right?” cooing at you. he shoved to fingers into your gummy walls again. quickening his pace again.

you grabbed his face, hands finding your jaw you kissed him hard. moaning into his mouth. pulling away he studied your face sternly.

he watched as your mouth dropped, your brows farrowed. your eyes burned with passion.

he took his fingers out of you and watched your frown on your face.

“can i?” he asked again, now pumping himself. coating his cock in your juices from his fingers.

you nodded at him.

“i need words baby.” he said softly smiling at you.

“tenya please, please, fuck me.” you begged him. practically moaning out his name.

he growled at you. before he shook his head back to focus on your naked core again. he watched himself enter you slowly. sticking his tip into you. he gasped at the feeling. he needed more. pushing himself into you, almost all the way in before he heard you let out a soft breath. it was really quiet. it couldn’t been missed.

he brought his face back to you. “are you okay?” panic laced in his tone.

you shook your head yes. “your just really big, tenya.” ego filled his chest. his head going light. he felt your nails scratch his back. your back arching into him.

“i’m gonna move okay?” he proceeded again, slowly moving in and out of you. your nailed clawed harder into his back.

once you got stretched around him, you rocked your body into him. telling him in mumbles to ‘go faster’. it drove him crazy. so crazy that he flipped you over on your stomach.

you squealed at his actions. he forced you on all fours. you attempted to ground yourself but it was too late. he pushed himself into you again.

this time he pounded you from behind, your ass in the air. you grabbed at anything you could. finding the fabric in your hands. your face shoved into his pillows.

you were at his mercy. you listened to him grunt behind you, his balls slapping against your pussy. wet noises filled the room. his hands gripped your ass pulling you back on him, over and over.

“tenya-!” you moaned out, practically screaming his name.

“fuck you like that?” he said as he pounded you from behind. you clenched around him. his words did all too much to you.

“oh fuckkk. i felt that.” he paused, “you still hate me baby?” groaning as he fucked you. he pushed your back further, arching yourself deeper.

you couldn’t respond. your drool pooled under you, onto his pillows.

he noticed you started pulling his cock in deeper, your muscles starting to shudder. a slight lunged with every pound.

“gonna cum baby? cum around my cock..?” he toyed with you again. demeaning to you he slapped the fat of your ass. his hand moved down to grab at your clit. when he found it he circled harshly into it.

“tenya! i’m gonna… g-gonna cum…” you moaned, breathy and horse.

your orgasm it you like a truck, your body lunged forward. shaking, your brain shutting off. your body went numb.

“fuckkk” he moaned out. he couldn’t keep himself in you any more. he pulled out and jerked himself off on your ass. his cum spluttering on your body.

you both found yourself lying on his bed in silence. gasping for air. breaking the silence he said, “i’m sorry.” before getting up and wiping your ass clean with a napkin.

“it’s okay tenya, it was just in the moment.” you said turning yourself to lay on your back.

“no im sorry about not sticking up for you. i like you more than you know. and im just sorry.” he finished. looking at you for a response, before he said. “let me take you out, please?” he begged.

you giggled at his expression,

“okay tenya you can take me out… but it doesn’t mean im going to stop hating you.”

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i love him. i love this a lot. omg yay!

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[foolnamedjoey]

hi guys. so im back to the batman au lore :)

all of this was drawn on like 4 pages I got really into it when I was suppose to be doing finals

lore under cut! :P

oh man ,, this is gonna be long TRUST!!🙏🙏

copied twice to take less space!

this shits jsut a summary I have so many little fucking scenes in my head that a may or may not draw during the breakkk unless something FUCKS ME OVER we'll see

Around three years after Richard became Robin, the year before Jason gets into highschool, he was kidnapped by the Joker- who are both unaware of his attachment the Batman. Jason isn't the only hostage, but what's important is that Jason is a hostage in the first place. Joker knew any amount of hostages would lure the Batman out of hiding, and through Joker and Batman's fight Jason slowly pieces together who the Batman really is. He quickly becomes upset, realizing both his adopted father and most likely brother have been lying to him for years. And when Batman fails to save Jason, the person that's suppose to protect him no matter what, fails, and gets Jason killed, the young boy has nothing but grief and anger in his quickly fading mind. Once Jason is buried, Dick becomes angered, and storms to the Arkham Asylum- but is intercepted by Bruce, who protects Joker. This only acts to make Grayson angrier, and while the two argue Dick begins to blame not only Joker but also Batman, Bruce, for Jason's death. Eventually, Batman convinces Grayson to return to the Wayne Manor. But in the morning, Grayson is missing and Joker is found dead in the Asylum. Grayson runs to Bludhaven and makes friends with the Titans. At this point, Bruce has had relations with Talia Al Ghul, and she convinces Ra's to revive Jason using the Lazarus Pit. After his revival, Jason is revived with a lack of reaction and emotion. He simply listens and obeys, being a shell of his former self. Talia does not tell Bruce they revived Jason because of this, and Ra's took to opportunity to train Jason as a member of the LOA.

Years later, Tim Drake, a young boy just in highschool(with both his parents) begins developing a curiosity in the rumor of "The Batman"- as a man fitting the rumor's description has begin appearing as a "unidentified dangerous person" on local news reports. Tim starts listening to every rumor he can, and tracking the "unidentified dangerous person" reports. Eventually after collecting information and encountering "The Batman" himself, Tim begins researching the "Robin" rumors that had faded out around 4 years ago. This leads him to the public figure- "Nightwing". A powerless superhero who's home base seems to be in Gotham's sister city, Bludhaven- who appeared in the city right after the Robin rumors faded. Tim ends up coming to correct conclusion that Nightwing was that "Robin" and proceeds to hack into Titan systems to talk to Nightwing for himself. He tries to and pleads Nightwing to come back to Gotham as the Batman has seemed to become more violent over the recent years and might actually kill someone. Unexpectedly, Nightwing doesn't care a bit. He ends up telling if he wants to stop the Batman from killing someone to just call the authorities on the guy. But Tim ends up taking matters into his own hands. Tim begins tracking the Batman and even starting to go out and physically stop him from injuring anyone too severely- thereby becoming the new rumored "Robin". Eventually Tim traces the Batman back to Bruce Wayne- and instead of the man taking him in as a real Robin, Bruce told him to get lost. Tim rather went to Nightwing, and began to learn how to defend himself.

Almost a year after Tim became the rumored Robin, a single name began to come up around again. The Red Hood, and suddenly, those whispers became very apparent to Bruce and Tim. A mysterious individual- or individuals- began taking over large parts of the Gotham crime rings with violence, black mail, and pure smarts. The possible group or singular person began taunting the Batman with things no one has ever known about him. Eventually, after months of Bruce spiraling and Tim watching from afar, the Robin reaches out to Nightwing for help. He ends up agreeing as long as he doesn't have to meet with the Batman. Grayson, with the help of the Titans ends up figuring out some things by sticking their heads in laces they shouldn't. Nightwing ends up coming face-to-face with Red Hood, and after the whole ordeal only came out with a scowl and the confirmation that it was one person pulling the strings.

part 1 for lore of Jason + Grayson's backstory