#i really really want to make my place a safeplace to people

[francicide]

might go slow on posting , my mental state is declining a little again . Bit of a rant in tags ?? idk

[vitzi9]

Patience is the key to success (2)

Masterlist if you want to read my others things. Part 1 here.

CW/TW: yandere-manipulative-obsessive-stalker-ethan, fem reader, smut, no p in v, depressed reader(but really), suicidal thoughts

i'm trying to post this quick because I crave attention, whatever its insults, compliments, likes or repost, idc. I want ppl to know i'm existing. i have a big oral test tomorrow and im really bad at speaking before someone (hence why im writing instead) so i just need to know im not totally useless in the society and that im, at the very least, making people enjoy my things. sorry for the rant, i have a big headhache, probably gonna die ✌️😚

the smut is really bad btw but like really but im bad at writing them but i need to to improve (26/06/2023) (5226 words)

"Let's just finish watching the movie now." you say and Ethan doesn't make you repeat as he goes straight to the couch.

You felt much better after that little talk. Ethan did not say much but in his words, there was a lot more. He was planning to be with you a long time. He does not want to ruin things. It made you so happy. Every fiber in you was warm thinking of it. You were at peace.

Ethan was calm after that, albeit moving uncomfortably sometimes. (maybe because of his boner?) He was just as cuddly as when you arrived. His head laid flat on your chest, rising up and down with each one of your breath. Your fingers brush his curl slowly as you hear his breathing slacken. You were giddy thinking about him being at peace with you, too.

His arms were closed tightly around your body, never letting you go. The movie was really advanced by now, the end was coming soon. It probably was something towards 11AM. Usually, you would have gone knock at your friend's house but there was no need now as you already saw her earlier.

When the movie fatefully ended, the credits start to roll but none of you moved an inch. Ethan rubs his cheeks against your chest before sighing happily. His eyes were closed. Was he asleep ? No, certainly not. He loves horror movie. He wouldn't fall asleep when one is ongoing.

He was cute here. You were delighted to think he trusted you enough to let his guards down and sleep with you. You were his safeplace. And he was yours. Your fingers trail down on his back where you draw small patterns dreamily. You write things, that cross your mind. You simply scratch him. His sudden speaking startle you. Your hand stopping evey movements.

"Are you sleeping far from here, today ? Every movements of his jaw hitting slightly on your chest. 'today' because he knew about your frequent change of home.

Relaxing, you continue to caress his back lovingly.

-No, not really. But I don't sleep there anymore.

The hotel too was starting to worry you. Like the building was shrieking on you. You don't know what was scarier, to be alone or to never be. And now that you found such a warm place, you don't want to leave. Ever.

-Why ?

-Scare me, s'all.

-You can sleep here tonight, if you want.

-Why ? Your decision was already made; you'd sleep here. You knew it the second he offered you to stay the night. But you wanted to see his arguments to convince you.

"Let me be with you." his sentence made a shiver run down your back.

Did that stalker fucked you up so hard you had chill even thinking about them? It was just a damn sentence. Everyone can say it. For god's sake, it's Ethan saying it of all people. Even if he awoke this uneasy feeling back, you couldn't blame him. He didn't know about the sign the criminal had shown you. You didn't tell him that much detail, only saying they had indeed brought creepy signs but omitting what was written on it. And Ethan said it so prettily, too. Yes, of course you'd be with him.

He told you you never slept here before and that you'd be safe anyway since he's here and don't plan on leaving you. So you accepted. It was really early in the day but the both of you were getting sleepy because of the calm and comfort of the situation. He offered you to go to his room which you accepted. After guiding you to there, he tells you he has to go grab something and that he'd be back really quick.

And he did, in fact, came back really quick.

By then, you were already sprawled out on his bed. You had time to see the mess he had scattered everywhere. The carboard, the books, the drawings, some letters, too. And you even found out about his second phone. The lockscreen was a generic one, the one you have by default, as if he just got it recently. But the phone wasn't new, it seems in contrary really old as it was broken at some area.

Ethan arrives in the room with a small plastic blue square packaging, you don't have time to see what it was that he throws it under the bed. You don't pay it too much attention. Playing mindlessly with his other phone in hand, you take off and put back the phone case of it to entertain yourself.

"You got two phones ? you ask even though you kind of knew the answer already.

-Oh, yes. One is for games only, the other is the one I'm really using. Did you went on it ?

-No, don't worry, I won't frisk into your secret criminal life."

He smiles before taking the phone out of your hand. He places it in the drawer of his nightstand. Ethan falls on top of you, taking your breath away for a moment. You laugh and hit his back for him to get away from you and he just laugh heartly before letting himself fall beside you.

He lays down, setting his head on his arm, looking up at you with stars in eyes. Sometimes, he's so pretty it hurt physically to look at him. Starting to get embarrassed by his insistent look, you find something to say.

-Why do you have so much pieces of cardboard anyway ?

-I make placards out of them.

With a fond smile, Ethan stares straight at your eyes. As if waiting for you to say something. You would have ask questions about his 'placards ' if not for the sudden interest he was displaying in you, which, instead, made you change subject without really noticing it. A nervous laugh escaping you.

-Why are you looking at me like that ? Is there an undertone ? Am I supposed to understand something ?"

He shakes his head negatively, displaying a small mischievous smile. He could be such a goblin at times ! Wanting to make him swallow his pride, you lean towards him and kiss his lips. Ethan smiles and moves his lips with yours.

Your arm set down on his waist and soon the kiss get heated. Ethan's body is burning, his breath is too. You don't let each other breath, as soon as you separate from each other, you plunge back in. Physically needing the contact.

You rise on your knee, arching your back to kiss him still laying flat on the bed. Soon, he joins you by rising as well. Both of you on your knees, face to face, eating each other's face. Ethan's hand are mahandling you to sit on his thights. Then, with his surprising strenght, he starts sliding you on them. Your heating pussy rubbing directly on the fabric of his pant. Your hand instinctivly goes to rub the growing tent in his trousers. The area was hot, when you slide your fingers on it, it would budge.

Ethan whimpers, thrusting his hips against yours. You straddle him completly, framing his his body with your legs. You rub his tent against your clit for some frictions. It was aching and growing more desperate by seconds.

"I... I wanna have sex with you." Ethan says softly.

You kiss his cheek, going for his neck. You answer with a meek 'me too' before sucking the skin of his neck. Ethan backs his head, already out of breath. He gives you full access to his body, still rutting desperatly his hips into yours.

But you were growing impatient. You lift your body from him, making him whine at the contact loss, before sliding your fingers behind the elastic of his pants. You slip it down to his knees before you start salivating at the sight of his hard cock already drooling for you.

He didn't have any underwear. That's why you could feel him so close to your core.

Your hand touch his thight, caressing gently his body. Making sure to avoid the area he need you the most. Ethan try to touch himself, tired of your teasing, but you slap his hand away. He whines and looks up at you with teary eyes. Silently begging you to do something. It was impossible for you to resist him.

Your hand grabs his cock in one motion, you could feel it pulse and its warmth propagate in your hand. It was already so so wet because of all his precum, your hand was sliding so easily you could have thought he came multiple times already. Gently, you start to move your hand on all its lenght slowly. The boy props himself on his elbows and look at the scene before him. Ethan sighs happily, eyes closing and head backing. He's in heaven, he thinks. But not entirely, as he looks at you still clothed.

"Want to... Want to finger you..." he pleas.

In front of a boy so desperate, and being incredibly horny, you slide your pant down, making sure your underwear went with it. Ethan lose every one of his braincells when he sees your bare pussy glistening with your love juice. He wanted to lick it bad. That's the only one fanstam he ever had that help him getting off so hard he can't move for a whole minute. He wants to drown himself in your juice. But you have others projects.

You guide his pointer finger to your lips. Ethan starts caressing it and smear your juice everywhere. His lift up another finger and start passing both of them on your lips.

"Here, you have to touch here." you say, pointing to your clit.

You move briefly to bring your genitals closer. You could feel each other's warmth emanating from your core. Seeing him try to touch you was so hot. He was listening to everything you said.

Soon getting the hang of it, he starts circling your clit, applying different pressure on it to see which one were you reacting the most to. Slowly, you quicken your pace on his hard cock. As if to reward him for being such a good boy. He was in a trance, eyes closing and opening. And when they opened, they were staring with a utmost care at your moving breast throught your shirt. Your nipples were hard and were poking through the fabric.

His eyes were glued to it. Understanding his want, you lift your shirt above your collarbone with your free hand. Ethan can't seem to take off his eyes of you. They're probably the first pair of breasts he sees in real life after all.

"Fuck... You're so pretty, love." you speed up on his shaft at his praise. "Fuck, fuck...

-You can touch baby.

-I can?"

He stops all movements to your pussy, your frown but let him discover his needs. It was his first time, you needed to let him have a little fun. His free hand touch one of your breast, massaging it then weighten it in the palm of his hand. He smiles like an idiot, an idiot so cute you let him do what he wants with you. His other, wet, hand pinch lightly your sensitive bud.

Your free hand slap his arm to make him understand he did it too hard. He sends you an apologatic smile.

"They're like stress ball."

Amused by the weird comparison, your chuckle. Still impatient to come, you guide your hand higher on his cock to caress his tip and rub it. His face contorts in pleasure, browns frows and mouth ajar. His forehead fall on your shoulder while his fingers go back down near your entrance. His hips were thrusting into nothing but your hand. Obscene wet noises were resulted. You were hot, terrribly hot but so was he.

Ethan's small puff of breath sends chill in your body. His whimpers couldn't be replaced with anyone else. Your hand was all wet and sticky, as was his. Ethan decides to enter once again two of his digits in you. Your head falls back and you sigh happily at finally scratching that itch in you.

"Curl your fingers, E." you whisper.

He hums and do as told. Curling his fingers in you, he starts to thrust them in and out at a slow pace, adopting the same sensuality you used to jerk him off. You accelerate, your hand no longer lingering on the entire shaft. Sometimes, you'd stop completly to hear him whine. Your thumb caressing his cock's veins.

"Baby please..." he pleas.

Ethan starts kissing sloppily your shoulder, your neck. You, on the other hand, take his hand to guide the thrust of his fingers, angling them correctly for them to touch that spongy spot inside. His fingers were long and thin, that was a part of him you absolutly loved. You always had a thing for pretty hands and his were beautiful.

"What do you want, love? you ask tenderly.

-Tell me you love me..."

You nudge his hair with your nose and he looks up. Staring at his eyes, you see them wet with tears. You kiss him instantly. Playing with his tongue with yours, your hand moving faster and faster. You stop the kiss to tell him you love him and he bites his lips, eyes closing.

His breath is jerky, uneven. You press his palm against your clit, rubbing it while you push his fingers inside you again. You feel a knot tighten. You won't last long.

"Tell me you love me.

-I love you E, you're doing so good.

-Again..."

You said it as many times as he needed to feel better. His hips stuttters, his cock quivers. His words are slurred to each other, resulting in incomprehensible blabbering. You don't lose the rythm, keeping the same pace until he'd eventually come.

-Love you so..." he whines.

His body tense, his breath stops. You can only hear the wet sounds your hand is producing. He doesn't utter a sound until spurts of cum smear on your hand and belly. Feeling at ease, he moans a last time from relief and breath again.

You're not far behind. Ethan being pratically knocked out, you grind on his hand. You close your thighs around it, ensuring it stay inside. Your legs are shaking, wave of hot and cold invade you. You plunge his fingers inside but, to your surprise, Ethan regains control and start pounding into you to get you to your end.

He kisses your neck while you finally come on his fingers, sweaty and disvesheled. You swear one last time when he withdraws his fingers. You stay here for a while, just hugging , breathing and basking in each other's presence.

After some minutes, you decide to go shower together. You end up finally getting a good night of sleep, cuddled in his strong arms.

The next day, Ethan and you had a stupid satisfied smile on your face. Both happy to be here. You kissed and confessed your love to each other all morning until eventually he had to leave for work. Sadly, you had things to do, too. Ethan offered you to stay and sleep here for a few nights because he wanted to stay close to you.

You liked this idea. Of course you liked it, you love Ethan. And to convince you further, he told you his roomate wouldn't mind. So naturally you accepted. You were embarassed at the idea of bothering his roomate but you decided you would just sleep here, and the day, you'd let the apartment free. It was his too, after all. Not only Ethan's. There is no way you'd let someone feel excluded in their own house.

Grabbing your phone, you click on your friend's number. You call her, the ringing echoes three times and no one answer. Somehow begrudgingly, you resume yourself at simply sending a text. Just for you to instantly forgetting your sorrow as she answers. The discussion was quite simple, she was telling you she was at her grandma right now. She was bored and wanted to know how you were doing.

'I'm going back to my dear haunted apartment, probably gonna die. Wish me luck.' you texted. She put a little more time answering this one. It's possible it triggered something in her. After everything she endured. 'nobody will hurt you as long as i'm alive' she said. She simply changed subjects after that. Asking you about the cute guy you told her about in the letters. And so you explained everything. Every time you tried to offer to call her, she'd decline. You were still sad she didn't want to talk to you but you were telling yourself you needed to be patient.

On a happier note, you decided to leave the place to go to your own apartment.

To one point, you should have known better than be too happy about your improving situation. Of course, it was well too soon for you to consider everything better. But you were probably stupid because the fall hit you much harder than you could've prepared yourself for. Oh, the pain you felt when reality had finally caught you. You thought you were going to die when you came back home to simply grab some clothes. (Ethan told you to do so.)

Your door was ajar. But it wasn't your doing. No, of course it wasn't you. Your apartement terrified you, why would you come here more ofthen than needed ? You felt your body freeze but you quickly overcame the feeling. That's it. You needed it to end. This fucking stalker had ruined you. You and your life. You sent a text to Ethan, telling him that if you do not call him after twenty minutes, he needed to call the cops. He didn't answer. He was at work. It was well past eleven by now.

Your heart was beating so hard you thought it was going to collapse on the ground, and you with it. Slowly, aware of every sound around you, you push the door. Your livingroom was as messy as you had left it. At one difference, the wall. Every frame you had put up on the walls were thrown away. Most of them on the ground and broken, with shattered glasses everywhere.

Why would the creep empty the walls ? To write on it. Of course they would write on it. You laugh bitterly for yourself. You couldn't see their stupids fucking signs anymore, so they had to improve. To force you to read their creepy obsessive text. You hear the crushing of a broken piece of glass, as if someone had stepped on it. But it wasn't you.

You're on alert. Every one of your senses on crisis. Was your mind playing tricks on you ? It was possible in this hellish house who did nothing but give you nightmares recently. You don't realize how you stopped breathing. Only calming when three long minutes had gone without another sound to be heard.

Nothing is here. You're alone, you think. Everything is good. You'll just grab your stuff and leave. Regaining your breath, you bring your attention back on the wall. Words were written on it in deep crimson red. Is that blood ? No, it can't be. Probably paint to give a creepy look that'll catch your attention. You approach the wall to better understand the message.

'She's not here anymore'

The need to throw up almost won. A dark feeling in your guts was telling you 'she' was your friend. But you didn't know. She responded to you, after all. You talked to her. So she had to be okay. She had to. You put your hand on your belly to soothe that want to vomit. You take big breath before finally leaving the livingroom. You quickly make your way to your room where you meet your bare bed. Where are your sheets ? What the hell ? But you don't want to stay longer so you throw clothes in your bag in a hurry.

The front door slam shut. And you know it's the end.

You already feel the tears drowning your sight. Trying to stay silent, you hide in your closet almost empty with how many times you came here to grab clothes. Your hand clasp against your mouth to avoid doing any noise.

Slow footsteps can be heard in the empty apartment. With your shaky hands, you fail to unlock your phone. Your vision is blurry, you can't touch the correct keys. The worst is that you can't see where the creep is. If they stay silent, they can enter the room you're in without you even noticing. And this idea is horrifying. But on another side, you'd preferred them to kill you by surprise so you don't have to affront them.

Your cries intensify, in your despair, you drop your phone straight on the ground. The footsteps stops abrutly. Three distincts knocks are echoing on the corridor's wall. They are coming toward you. You're fucked. They're coming ! What do you do ? What did you do ? Why is this happening ?

Kneeling like you could in the closed space, you reach your hand to grab your phone. As soon as your finger grazes it, the phone vibrate and your ringtone start playing for the whole building to hear. No, no, no, no, no ! Ethan. Ethan is calling you. You pick up despite everything but as soon as you do so, the call is cut short. Fuck E, why would you do that !

The criminal's footsteps are louder, quicker, heavier. They're running. They're running here ! You hold the closet door shut with your both hands, praying for your life. You only have knives in your kitchen, but it's too late now. If you go out, they'll see you. You realized at that moment that whatever you were doing, you couldn't win. That you never even stood a chance against them.

Everything was illusion.

Nothing was improving, you knew it, in fact. You were lying to yourself, searching comfort in a man that don't even understand the dept of the problem. Of your problem. And your friend ? You don't want to talk about her. You don't want to open your eyes just yet. You just want to live in your nice little lies you made up for yourself. You're nice with them, in fact, you like them. Nobody wanted to help you anyway. They could have saved you, you and her, but nobody listened.

Now, it's too late.

The closet start to shake. Widening your eyes, you realize that the creep had start to punch it with their bare fist. You don't give a fuck about being heard anymore, you're bailing your eyes out. Begging for them to let you go, screaming, yelling, calling for help. Holding the door for dear life as if it was going to save you, because in your head it was. But the door didn't last long.

A hole is quickly created in the door. You thought you'd see someone's face, wether it be a man, a woman, whatever. But you saw a white plastic mask instead.

Ghostface.

Why was a damn Ghostface chasing after you? Was it all a sick joke from the start ? You swear you were seeing his eyes boring into yours through the mask. You swore you already saw them somewhere. Ghostface tilts their face to the side, as if mocking you. They were telling you that you were stuck, that it was the end. You hoped they'd kill you.

You couldn't live like this anymore.

In the hole of the closet, Ghostface pass his gloved hand. The latter lay on your shaky face, on your cheek to be exact. You feel the fabric against your skin and think of biting his fingers off. No, you'll angry him. If he's going to kill you, that it be in the least painful way.

"Ethan, right ? Does he treat you so well you forgot about me?" his changed voice said. A weird and creepy robotic voice, one you knew you'd never forget.

You were moving your head left to right. You didn't know why. Probably to tell you didn't want to die, probably to avoid looking into his eyes. He laughs, sounding like a rumbling.

"Ending things right now would be such a waste."

No ! You thought you were finally free ! Why would he chases you down for so long without acting on it !? His gloved hand retract and the door slowly open in an acute creaking. The man is finally revealed before you. He was wearing the whole outfit, the big black robe and the hood.

"It was fun. I give you a gift to reward you for these beautiful screams."

And the knife.

He had a knife in hand. And it was tinged red. Something in you told you it was her. Suddenly, the red writings on your wall had a different meaning.

"I hope you like it, I worked extra hard for it."

Out of nowhere, Ghostface takes your hand, force it open, and lay in it something before forcing it closed. He laughs deeply. One of his hand pat your head mockingly before moving up.

"See you later." he said, swinging his knife in a playful manner.

You were absolutely paralyzed. You didn't know what happened. You stayed up without moving for whoever say how long. When your legs finally stopped shaking, you decided to look what the killer had gave you. Slowly opening your hand, your knee buckle and you fall to the ground crying silently at the sight of a nip of your friend's hair.

You curled up on yourself before completly laying down on the ground, tightening the hairs in your hand close to your heart. She was not here anymore. You wanted to fucking die.

Ever since, Ethan was forgotten. He had tried to call you so many times you had blocked his number. You spent the rest of the day crying in your hotel's room. You resented him. So hard. He didn't answer, he was the one calling and giving your position to a fucking criminal, to a murderer! And he didn't answer. He didn't help, like everyone else.

One day later, neighbors complained about a smell coming from an apartment. You didn't cry when they found your friend's dead body. You didn't cry when cops came to interrogate you. The caretaker having told them about you. Your eyes contained so much hatred in them when looking at him the cops had to let him leave to get him away from you. You didn't cry telling the cops how many times you went to see them to ask for help, nor how many times did they reject you. You didn't cry when they told you she was dead for at least a week, and that her boyfriend was missing. You had no tears left in you. It had simply ended you.

All your lies, every single one of them, destroyed. But you needed them. Of course you weren't talking to her by text, you never did. And fuck, you don't even want to know who was answering instead of her. It was so obvious how she never wanted to call, how she was never leaving her house. But the eye you saw at the peephole. The fucking eye...

You don't want to think about it.

Ethan tried to talk to you. He went to your hotel and found you. You didn't bother to move this time as you were done with your life. He fell to his knee and started begging and crying for your forgivness. Did you even love him ? Or were you, are you, just lonely ? Unfortunately, you decided to forgot the anger you had against him when you realized he was the only thing you had. Your only support. The only one knowing you were a victim. You spent the days crying in his arms.

"Shhh, shhh, I'm here, love. It's okay." he reassured you, again.

It was a routine, now. You'd sleep the days away and when you'd wake up, you'd find yourself crying inconsolably. Everything was your fault, you kept repeating in your head. She's fucking dead because of you.

You wanted to end it all but Ethan wanted you alive at every cost. He was brushing your hair, feeding, washing and changing you. You were a lifeless doll. Sometimes, his roomate would come and talk to you. Most of the times, you don't even realize he's talking to you, too lost in your thought to proceed his presence.

"It's okay, everything's okay."

Ethan hugs you firmly. Kissing your hairline. His t-shirt was damped. Your eyes were burning. Every time you closed them, the picture of your friend would come and haunt you, a new nightmare coming. You weren't able to think about something else anymore. But it was your fault. You put her in danger, you got her killed. It was you Ghostface wanted, not her. You got her killed.

"I want to leave..." you whispered in a voice so hoarse, so weak, it didn't sound like yours. His hand goes on the back of your head to pull you towards him.

"No, no my love. It's okay. I'll protect you. You won't be alone anymore." his leg goes over yours and crushes them to prevents you from moving.

Alone.

Have you ever been alone in your life ? No, he was here all along. He was watching you all along. You never were truly alone. He had your adress, your friend's adress, your number and even Ethan's name. No, he's always here. Lurking.

"Just... Stay with me, I'll protect you. Please, don't leave me." he begs.

He looked calm, surprisingly calm being given the situation. But you needed it, in a way. If he doesn't freak out, you don't need to. (you coudn't, even if you wanted to) He probably know what to do. It was too late for you but he could do something. Maybe. His behaviour was slightly comforting. It was dangerous, mostly for him. He probably didn't even know what he was doing, he probably didn't know what he was getting himself into, in fact.

But once, just for once, you wanted to be helped. You wanted someone to listen to your pleas. He was going to die, it was a fact. And yeah, maybe you were selfish, you were condamning him after all.

"I feel like I'm using you. Like I manipulated you. you say, mostly for your own conscience than for his safety.

-Use me, love. I don't care. Manipulate me, whatever. I swore I'd help you. And if I have to risk my life doing it, I'll do it. I love you. You don't know the things I'd do for you.

-Now, you're the one manipulating me...

It was true. He was forcing you to think you had a chance in getting out of this situation when you knew there were none.

-Oh baby, you have no idea how manipulative I can be to obtain what I want.

-If you say so." you whisper, drifting to sleep once again, knowing you'd wake up hours later in the same position, in the same problem and knowing you killed your friend.

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hello, i dont know what a wormy is, so incredibly sorry if its code for dont use this or something, /gen

i wanted to say this on here since im incredibly shy on discord and barely have access to it much, Your emotes, staff, and whole community you’ve built has genuinely got to be one of the most mentally relaxing things ive ever discovered. Although im very new to the server, and i mostly lurk, within a good 5 minutes something someone says makes me chuckle. Its so fun and nice to talk there, and i dont ever feel judged. the happiness i felt when i saw NPD,BPD, CLUSTERB, n other stuff being highlighted and shown as emojis or just talked about in a non dehumanizing way shocked me? I have no real access to people due to my disabilities and lack of being able to leave my home, so i spent alot of my time hopping through syscord servers, and this is the first one ive actually ever felt represented in. I dont think ive ever actually met other intersex people but i do see them talk in the disability-folks and hearing people speak about things i can actually relate to and agree with makes my heart jump. I remember a staff of yours telling me smth along the lines of “fuck them” in regards of me telling them about my experience with people who treat me like they have to walk on eggshells around me just because i have NPD, and it genuinely gave me the confidence i needed to not be so ashamed of my disorder, hence then I’ve actually found myself enjoying researching about my disorders and others i might have misconceptions about.

Thank you K9 for giving us emojis and emotes

Thank you staff for looking out for us and aid in making the server a safeplace

and shout out to all my NPD havers, were awesome 🫶🫶

Sincerely, Vixen

Hi op this made me cry We strive to be a safe place for people like us, disordered, delusion-experiencing, dissociative, everything white mom Facebook usually hates HAHA Your kindness is so refreshing to see from the normal Tumblr drama and I hope you know we appreciate our community as much as you do. Our server is the only discord server we really talk in honestly, so many of our members are so sweet and understanding, it's a lovely place to be (not to toot my own horn) Thank you for being a part of my community :) People like you are who we made it for <3 Be safe !!! If anyone wants to join, link is here

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I have some ideas regards PJO x DC

Steph and Tim:

I love the idea of Tim or Steph being mortal and struggling to feel of any value when their predecessors were the kids of gods.

But like it only works if one of them is Mortal because I feel like Tim won’t feel out of place for long enough before Steph comes around to maximise angst potential (if my understanding of the timeline is correct) And Steph probs wouldn’t feel inferior mortality wise if Tim is also Mortal.

Like it’s gottta be one or the other if you get what I’m saying.

Duke:

I love the idea that Duke is mortal but still a Meta so he doesn’t feel as out of place with his powers because it’s normal in the world of Gods and maybe as a result the kids know how to help him. But he has to adjust to the idea that they exist and some of the bad guys they fight that may look like mob members aren’t they’re monsters and at first he can’t see that but then eventually he learns to see through the mist using his powers somehow.

Babs:

I love mortal Babs who just stubborns her way into the family business. I think it really helps to establish her determination.

Bruce:

I have the idea that Bruce is a legacy and thus clear sighted and that’s part of why he became Batman. Because he saw all these horrible monsters that most people don’t know are there and he couldn’t stand the thought of demigod children being forced to fight against them before some of them even have any training. Thus the Batman deals with his regular real world threats like the joker and the mob while also killing what monsters he can to make the world just a little bit safer for the demigod children out there

yeah i was thinking abt mortal tim and steph- it would absolutely be fantastic for the angst angle- tim feeling as if hes not as good as dick and jason who are demigods. mortal steph would also be interesting and i was also considering it just because i cant really find a parent that fits her. her being mortal would also add to her angst aspect, feeling like shes not good enough for the batfam because theyre all powerful, etc etc…

duke i do want to not be involved in the greek world at first. him as just a regular meta would also play into how different he is from the other bats normally- the only meta, the daytime bat, yknow. it would be really interesting to see how his powers could also affect his understanding of the greek stuff, how he could potentially see through the mist a bit, even if not a lot. i made a post on how he might be more affected by the godly aspects of them, how he may see their eyes as being a bit too… inhuman and how their veins seem to be a bit too gold (also how if he ever were to run into a god he might see them brighter than anyone else does.) just a lot of good stuff to consider with duke.

babs i def want to be mortal. she starts off as mortal- clearsighted or not, and then learns about everything via dick or bruce. im thinking post TKJ, after she takes on oracle she might get a visit from apollo who gives her something, unsure what. so yeah mortal babs with a blessing from apollo.

and yeah, bruce is either a clearsighted mortal, a mortal who learned abt the greek world (whether it be thru diana or somewhere else) and made himself see thru the mist, or a legacy. and yes should deal with both the regular criminals and monsters. im thinking wayne manor could be a safeplace for some demigods in gotham. idk bruce is a demigod magnet.

(it could also be interesting to explore alfreds role in this- ive seen some stuff for hestie son/devotee alfred, or satyr alfred- and i think having him be some sort of magic could be intriguing. he could potentially set of the same kind of forcefield around wayne manor to keep monsters out. might be worth looking into hecate kid alfred?)

[mary-luce]

I am NOT Alone: Part 15 of Betting the Farm CROSSOVER Family Problems Part 18

Written with @Veiled_Treasure (@veiledtreasurebdbrp).

Treasure: Slowly and cautiously, I slipped out of the room and down the hallway in the direction of the dining room. Someone there had to be able to direct me to where Teyanna @TroubleWACapT had gone. She could perform the test on me to tell if I was with young. Would a test tell this early? From what I had been told, it had only been a few days. In all actuality, I didn’t need the test. I knew I was. It was hard to describe, and I knew it wasn’t normal, but I could sense the new life inside me. I could feel it reaching out and trying to calm me. However, this created the opposite feeling to flow through my bones; I only wanted to protect it with my life, if necessary.

Determination now pushed me forward as I came upon the kitchen. Only a few mahmens were there feeding their young. One caught my eye, and I quietly approached with a small smile. “Hi. I am looking for Teyanna @TroubleWACapT. Would you happen to know where I could find her?”

The mahmen met my gaze and moved protectively before her two young. Her head shook as she responded to me. “I have not seen her in a while, but her office is down that hallway.” She raised a slender finger to point toward the other side of the kitchen.

“Thank you,” I said before striding across the room.

Making my way down the hall, it was quiet. Most doors were closed, and the open ones had people hard at work, but no Teyanna @TroubleWACapT. I was beginning to panic again. I needed to talk to someone I knew, someone I trusted. Not that I knew Teyanna @TroubleWACapT well, but I had already tried to call Amari @PretyGrlAmari, but she hadn’t answered. Outside of her, I only knew the people I had seen at Havers, Teyanna @TroubleWACapT being one of them. She worked there before me and now only came in rarely, but I had met her a few times.

As I reached the end of the hall, I turned back. I reminded myself this was a #SafePlace, and I walked back down to the first open door.

When I looked inside, I saw a female deep in her work. I felt bad knocking on her door, but I needed to figure out a few things, and if Teyanna @TroubleWACapT wasn’t here, I needed another plan. Quietly, I wrapped my knuckles on the doorframe. “Excuse me. I was looking for Teyanna @TroubleWACapT but can’t find her.” @MaryLuce_BDB

Mary: *I was working on our plans for the new intake process for emergencies after discussing it with Marissa @CaldwellsBeauty, Rhym and the others @Beth_Marklon, @BellaRAhgony and @ChosenAislinn. We all agreed that we would execute our plans as soon as possible. The #Brotherhood was still receiving reports on missing females but so far the incidents have been isolated enough that it hasn’t caused a panic among the race but the entire household was worried, especially since we could not locate @Greyhson_BDB. Everyone was on high alert and all hands were on deck to help where anyone could help.

I just finished inputting the new data into our forms when suddenly, I heard a knocking at my door and when I looked up I saw a new face. Beautiful female with long blond hair and blue eyes. She looked slightly panicked and seemed really anxious.*

Hi! Um, I think ​​Teyanna @TroubleWACapT stepped out. I’m Mary, come on in and have a seat. Is there something I can help you with?

Treasure: First, Amari @PretyGrlAmari wasn’t answering her phone, and now I couldn’t contact Teyanna @TroubleWACapT. The only other person I thought of was Alicia from Havers, but tonight was her night off, and I didn’t have her home number. Either way, it was time to trust someone, and who better than someone in charge at a place called #SafePlace? 

Slowly stepping into the office, I gauged the room. Children’s toys were organized in bins around the room, and a bookshelf containing all kinds of books for all kinds of people: children’s, young adult, fiction, non-fiction, self-help, biographies, and medical books, to name a few. The slender yet tall female sitting at the desk exuded calmness. It was as if you were in a room with her and couldn’t help but relax. However, I still couldn’t relax after everything I had just gone through and was about to go through; there was no way I would feel peaceful anytime soon.

I walked over to the desk and sat in the seat in front of it. “Hi.” I raised my head to the female across from me, hoping to look strong and not as terrified as I was. “My name is Treasure and I’m in need of help. To start with, I need a test to confirm I am with young. After that, I have a long story to tell, and it starts with the fact that I am in serious danger, and I don’t know where to go or who to trust.”

Mary: *The female went right into her issues and I was surprised she was so open about her life. Most of the females here were more reserved and it was like pulling teeth to get them to talk to me. I always wondered if it was because I was human. Perhaps she hadn’t realized it yet … or she was just more extrovert than most. I didn’t know her story so perhaps I will get to know her.*

Ok. Not a problem. We can let Teyanna @TroubleWACapT or we can get a nurse from #Haver’s. Either or will work. No worries. 

You can trust me. I’m here to help everyone that comes through our doors. Everyone here can attest to that. What’s going on? Everyone is safe inside our doors but we do have formidable security if we need it.

*Thinking of the Brothers who would happily assist with any males that would dare try to enter our doors. @Rhage_SASBDB and the Brothers would never let anything happen to anyone here.*

Treasure: ‘You can trust me,’ she said. I certainly was hoping so. Teyanna @TroubleWACapT had mentioned that here I was safe, that the people here in this place were here to help, and from what I had known of #SafePlace from working at Havers for the brief time that I had, I was safe. Today, I would bet my life on how much I could trust her. I no longer had a choice.

Taking a deep breath, I wasn’t sure where I should start. I wanted to start from the beginning, but something had just struck me hard. I may not be the only one at risk right now, but I need to think of the big picture. Sure, I was the last of the Chosen, and some random male had just fed from me. With the taste of my blood being Chosen, he would be driven to find me, and he would be able to do so with his blood flowing through my veins. There are so many problems with that. Normal vampires were not used to Chosen blood, and it can make them do strange things, possessive things to get to what they thought of as ‘their’ females. Most normal vampires knew nothing of Chosen. He would be confused. Not only would I have outed myself as a Chosen, but I may have also outed Chosen as a species subgroup.

This didn’t even begin to explain how it would affect me. I will out myself as the last Chosen to possibly the wrong people and end up imprisoned by the Brotherhood. I could get thrown out on my ass for the male that just fed from me to find me.

“I think everyone here may be in trouble because of what I have allowed to happen, and for that, I am truly sorry.” I blurted out. Continuing, I went into a little more detail, “I happen to be a very special subtype of our species that no longer exists, and I believe that I have exposed myself to an ordinary male of the species.” 

Mary: *As she sat in front of me extremely agitated and nervous she started to explain that somehow she was endangering #SafePlace, I wondered briefly what could be going on and I slowly moved my hand to my cell phone to contact @Rhage_SASBDB immediately. But as she continued with her story she surprised me by basically stating that she was a special subtype … so at first, I thought she meant she was a hybrid like @Beth_Marklon or #Butch or maybe like @SinsSecondComin or #Xhex. But I wondered what she meant by “no longer existing”. But as she continued explaining that she exposed herself to an ordinary male of their species … I interrupted her.*

Wait, I’m sorry to interrupt you. What do you mean by “species that no longer exists” … at first I thought you were saying that you were a hybrid or perhaps … a Chosen?

*I watched as she widened her eyes and seemed surprised by my question confirming my answer with my last statement.* Treasure, you’re definitely not the last Chosen, hon. Actually, the Directrix Amayla @Amalya_SASBDB or even Aislinn @ChosenAislinn should be coming in for their shift in a few hours, I can introduce you to them. But wait a second … why did you think you were the last one? Where have you been if you didn’t come from #OtherSide? How did you arrive here on the #FarSide, the Earth realm?

*Now I was really curious. A Chosen found outside the #OtherSide where they have lived all their entire lives with the #ScribeVirgin as I understood it. Until Phury @PegLegPhury freed them and now they stay at @SinsSecondComin’s #GreatCamp. So, what happened to Treasure and what exactly had she been through?*

Treasure: I was startled when the word “Chosen” dropped from her lips. I was not expecting it to be the first guess out of her mouth. Maybe the rumors were true? Maybe I wasn’t actually alone? I was afraid to get my hopes up, but the way she mentioned the other Chosen, it was as if she knew them personally as if she could just pick a phone and call them as if they were not special. Maybe her “Chosen” are not the same ones I am talking about. She did mention one of them was the Directrix … I was still terrified to get my hopes up. I did not know either of the names she mentioned.

Knowing that I needed to be brave here, I decided to tell her a little more of my story. It may have put the whole place in danger, and they needed to know the severity of that. Also, I needed help. I could no longer do this all alone. I needed people that I could count on. Our kind is a social, communal kind. Some prefer to live alone, but most live in communities worldwide. Even though my mahmen, Alexandria, and I lived a secluded life, there was a community not far away that we could reach out to if we needed anything.

“I have been living in Colorado since birth, a little over 90 years ago. My mahmen, Valencia, had lived in the Sanctuary during the raid. She was pregnant with me, and her friends were afraid of the apparent death they were all looking at. None of them wanted my mahmen and her unborn young to be killed, so they helped her escape. Once out of the Sanctuary, she searched for her close friend, Alexandria, a Chosen who had fallen several years before. She took us in, and after a year or so with no word from any other Chosen, they assumed they had all died in the raid and that we were the only ones left. They have raised and protected me as if I were the last one.”

My eyes became teary as memories of their death surrounded me. I swallowed as I tried to continue, my voice shaky, “A few months back, they were out grocery shopping and got attacked. Both of them died, leaving me all alone.” The tears came a little harder as the stress of everything I was going through was added to the memory. “They had trained me to survive, but I did not want to spend my life surviving. I wanted to be amongst our own people. I had also heard whispers of other Chosen. I wasn’t sure I believed it, but if I could find more of my own, I knew I would be safe, so I traveled here from Colorado.

Unfortunately, I miscalculated my needing and ended up not having enough medication to get myself somewhere safe and get through the whole thing. Now that I have been exposed to a normal male of the species, I can already sense a young’s soul growing within me, and the male will seek out my blood again. So, I’m sorry for the danger I have put you all in by being here. I didn’t expect this to happen.

Mary: *I listened quietly trying to understand her timeline with what I have been told about the attack on the Sanctuary that @Rhage_SASBDB explained to me and with what I have learned from Phury @PegLegPhury and @Cormia_SASBDB from the 1930’s. I’m trying to remember the details of their stories, only that three rogue vampires armed with weapons stormed the Sanctuary in search of the rumored treasures that the Scribe Virgin had but I didn’t recall anything about any deaths or escapes. If her mahmen escaped while pregnant, then she was the last daughter from the previous Primale who died in the process of protecting his females. That much was true. So she was the last Chosen in that aspect. But it was because afterward, the Scribe Virgin rerouted all traffic so no one could enter nor leave without entering her private quarters. And the only people who would even know how to request permission to enter were the Brothers. So it would make sense that Valencia would not have heard from her sisters. 

Before I could think more about what happened before I was even born, she explained that she was possibly pregnant and that the male might track her down here at #SafePlace. Males were not allowed inside #SafePlace so I wasn’t really sure what “danger” she spoke of, unless the this male was dangerous and would try to get inside where all the females and young were being protected within these walls.

I walked around and slowly came around my desk and leaned down to take her hands hoping to calm her down. She became more and more agitated as she explained her story. Squeezing her hands and tried to use my most calming voice.*

Treasure, slow down, everything will be fine. Amayla and Aislinn will be here really soon. Let me text them and my hellren and we can get everything sorted out. No one is in danger here. We have a top-notch security system, the Brothers made sure of that when Marissa @CaldwellsBeauty created #SafePlace. Especially with all the females and young residing here.

*Holding on to one of her hands, I took out my phone out of my pocket and quickly sent a quick text to Chosen and @Rhage_SASBDB. I let him know it wasn’t an emergency but I really needed to talk to him ASAP as soon as he was available. I knew he was out on rotation tonight but I wasn’t sure what shift he had and which team was doing what tonight.*

Ok, they’ll be here shortly. Let’s get you some tea and maybe some cookies, yea? Everything will be fine. You are not alone, not by a long shot. Amalya and Aislinn can help you assimilate wherever you want to go, whether here at #SafePlace, the #GreatCamp, back to the #OtherSide or even at the #TheManse if you want. I’m sure Wrath @LordOfTheManse and @Beth_Marklon wouldn’t mind at least for a little bit while you get comfortable. Alright?

Treasure: Her warm hands comforted me a bit, but not enough. She was sweet, and I knew she was trying to calm me down, but a little handholding just wouldn’t do it. Part of me was still in that fight or flight state, saying, “Run! Run hard, and don’t look back for anything!” I knew that was the worst thing I could do now. I may have just found my people. The Chosen didn’t die? We could have stayed there and lived a normal life with our kind instead of living this life of seclusion and survivalism. I didn’t have to be afraid all these years? At that moment, anger enveloped me against my mahmen and Alexandria. All this time, hiding and terrified that something was coming after me at every corner, we could have just lived our lives to the fullest. How do you let that sink in without being outraged and bitter? Deep down, I knew it wasn’t their fault. They didn’t know. My mahmen thought they were all going to die. She was just doing what she could to keep her young safe. I put my hand on my own belly, knowing I would do the same.

The words Mary was saying started to stick again. The two Chosen she mentioned were coming here? I was about to meet more of my kind … right now … and wait, did she just say Brothers?! The? Brothers? Is she talking about The Brotherhood? I almost missed the part about a top-notch security system. That was good. I didn’t realize that. That deflated one of my concerns.

Suddenly, I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. All the stress I had been holding onto this whole time sagged off me like melted butter, and all it left behind was exhaustion. “Tea would be nice, thank you,” I replied to Mary. That’s when the final name spilled from her lips: Wrath. I knew that name. There was only one Wrath — the King of all vampires. “Wr … Wrath?” The Wrath I heard stories about was not a nice male. He was king of the race but wanted nothing to do with it. His only drive was to go out and kill every night. He liked no one. This brought my anxiety back up. “You … you trust Wrath?” I asked, unsure, I wanted to hear the answer. She seemed like she did, and I couldn’t wrap my head around it all. “#TheGreatCamp? #TheManse? I’ve never heard of these places before.” I began to become a little more cautious. I was no longer sure I trusted Mary. I had trusted her this far, seeing as vampires surrounded her, and they seemed to trust her, but she was only human, after all.

Mary: Yes, of course. According to @Rhage_SASBDB, Wrath @LordOfTheManse was a completely different male before he met @Beth_Marklon and took his place as King. Lots of things have changed. You probably wouldn’t have known if you have been secluded all this time.

*I explained as we exited my office and walked down the hall to the main kitchen. You could smell the cookies being baked by the doggen for the kids. I wondered briefly if perhaps mentioning the royal family was too soon. I forget sometimes that speaking about the royal couple isn’t a casual thing amongst the race. I’ve lived at #TheManse for the past few years, that its normal now.*

If you worried, you shouldn’t be … they’re great … *I was interrupted as we ran into @Amalya_SASBDB.*

Oh hey! Perfect timing.

Treasure: Wrath, Son of Wrath, actually took up the throne? I wasn’t sure what to make of this. It seemed so far-fetched compared to the stories I had heard about the male. It was not that they did not respect him or his place as king; it was just that he did not act like a righteous male. They had basically warned me of him, so I was unsure I wanted to throw away all I had been told and meet with this male.

A beautiful female striding down the hall toward us interrupted my thoughts, and I lifted a finger, ready to warn them as the two almost collided. This female, like Mary @MaryLuce_BDB, held a sense of calmness about her. However, the once-over she gave me made my skin crawl a little, and I took a slight step back. Was I doing the right thing here? Should I have opened up to these females? My whole life, I had been safe, and ever since I scored my wrist for Lohre and almost fed him, it was as if I couldn’t do the right thing to save my life, and it was my life on the line. It had become a fumble of one wrong thing after another. Am I walking myself into an enormous mistake, or worse yet, an enormous trap?

That’s when she introduced herself as Amalya and mentioned that she was sorry for how she looked at me, but I reminded her of someone she once knew. Wasn’t that the name of the Directrix? The one that Mary @MaryLuce_BDB mentioned? Is this the actual Directrix? The one that my mahmen spoke of? Is it possible that the person she recognizes in me is my mahmen? “Her name was Valencia. She disappeared from The Sanctuary a very long time ago. Are you related, my dear?” Amalya stated.

A gasp fell from my lips as relief flowed through every cell in my body. I had finally found my race, and there was more than just one of me. I was not the last Chosen in this world. I instantly fell to my knees on the hard tile floor and began to cry the happiest of tears.

[veiledtreasurebdb-blog]

I AM NOT ALONE!

Treasure: Slowly and cautiously, I slipped out of the room and down the hallway in the direction of the dining room. Someone there had to be able to direct me to where Teyanna @TroubleWACapT had gone. She could perform the test on me to tell if I was with young. Would a test tell this early? From what I had been told, it had only been a few days. In all actuality, I didn’t need the test. I knew I was. It was hard to describe, and I knew it wasn’t normal, but I could sense the new life inside me. I could feel it reaching out and trying to calm me. However, this created the opposite feeling to flow through my bones; I only wanted to protect it with my life, if necessary.

Determination now pushed me forward as I came upon the kitchen. Only a few mahmens were there feeding their young. One caught my eye, and I quietly approached with a small smile. “Hi. I am looking for Teyanna @TroubleWACapT. Would you happen to know where I could find her?”

The mahmen met my gaze and moved protectively before her two young. Her head shook as she responded to me. “I have not seen her in a while, but her office is down that hallway.” She raised a slender finger to point toward the other side of the kitchen.

“Thank you,” I said before striding across the room.

Making my way down the hall, it was quiet. Most doors were closed, and the open ones had people hard at work, but no Teyanna @TroubleWACapT. I was beginning to panic again. I needed to talk to someone I knew, someone I trusted. Not that I knew Teyanna @TroubleWACapT well, but I had already tried to call Amari @PretyGrlAmari, but she hadn’t answered. Outside of her, I only knew the people I had seen at Havers, Teyanna @TroubleWACapT being one of them. She worked there before me and now only came in rarely, but I had met her a few times.

As I reached the end of the hall, I turned back. I reminded myself this was a #SafePlace, and I walked back down to the first open door.

When I looked inside, I saw a female deep in her work. I felt bad knocking on her door, but I needed to figure out a few things, and if Teyanna @TroubleWACapT wasn’t here, I needed another plan. Quietly, I wrapped my knuckles on the doorframe. “Excuse me. I was looking for Teyanna @TroubleWACapT but can’t find her.” @MaryLuce_BDB

Mary: *I was working on our plans for the new intake process for emergencies after discussing it with Marissa @CaldwellsBeauty, Rhym and the others @Beth_Marklon, @BellaRAhgony and @ChosenAislinn. We all agreed that we would execute our plans as soon as possible. The #Brotherhood was still receiving reports on missing females but so far the incidents have been isolated enough that it hasn’t caused a panic among the race but the entire household was worried, especially since we could not locate @Greyhson_BDB. Everyone was on high alert and all hands were on deck to help where anyone could help.

I just finished inputting the new data into our forms when suddenly, I heard a knocking at my door and when I looked up I saw a new face. Beautiful female with long blond hair and blue eyes. She looked slightly panicked and seemed really anxious.*

Hi! Um, I think ​​Teyanna @TroubleWACapT stepped out. I’m Mary, come on in and have a seat. Is there something I can help you with?

Treasure: First, Amari @PretyGrlAmari wasn’t answering her phone, and now I couldn’t contact Teyanna @TroubleWACapT. The only other person I thought of was Alicia from Havers, but tonight was her night off, and I didn’t have her home number. Either way, it was time to trust someone, and who better than someone in charge at a place called #SafePlace? 

Slowly stepping into the office, I gauged the room. Children’s toys were organized in bins around the room, and a bookshelf containing all kinds of books for all kinds of people: children’s, young adult, fiction, non-fiction, self-help, biographies, and medical books, to name a few. The slender yet tall female sitting at the desk exuded calmness. It was as if you were in a room with her and couldn’t help but relax. However, I still couldn’t relax after everything I had just gone through and was about to go through; there was no way I would feel peaceful anytime soon.

I walked over to the desk and sat in the seat in front of it. “Hi.” I raised my head to the female across from me, hoping to look strong and not as terrified as I was. “My name is Treasure and I’m in need of help. To start with, I need a test to confirm I am with young. After that, I have a long story to tell, and it starts with the fact that I am in serious danger, and I don’t know where to go or who to trust.”

Mary: *The female went right into her issues and I was surprised she was so open about her life. Most of the females here were more reserved and it was like pulling teeth to get them to talk to me. I always wondered if it was because I was human. Perhaps she hadn’t realized it yet … or she was just more extrovert than most. I didn’t know her story so perhaps I will get to know her.*

Ok. Not a problem. We can let Teyanna @TroubleWACapT or we can get a nurse from #Haver’s. Either or will work. No worries. 

You can trust me. I’m here to help everyone that comes through our doors. Everyone here can attest to that. What’s going on? Everyone is safe inside our doors but we do have formidable security if we need it.

*Thinking of the Brothers who would happily assist with any males that would dare try to enter our doors. @Rhage_SASBDB and the Brothers would never let anything happen to anyone here.*

Treasure: ‘You can trust me,’ she said. I certainly was hoping so. Teyanna @TroubleWACapT had mentioned that here I was safe, that the people here in this place were here to help, and from what I had known of #SafePlace from working at Havers for the brief time that I had, I was safe. Today, I would bet my life on how much I could trust her. I no longer had a choice.

Taking a deep breath, I wasn’t sure where I should start. I wanted to start from the beginning, but something had just struck me hard. I may not be the only one at risk right now, but I need to think of the big picture. Sure, I was the last of the Chosen, and some random male had just fed from me. With the taste of my blood being Chosen, he would be driven to find me, and he would be able to do so with his blood flowing through my veins. There are so many problems with that. Normal vampires were not used to Chosen blood, and it can make them do strange things, possessive things to get to what they thought of as ‘their’ females. Most normal vampires knew nothing of Chosen. He would be confused. Not only would I have outed myself as a Chosen, but I may have also outed Chosen as a species subgroup.

This didn’t even begin to explain how it would affect me. I will out myself as the last Chosen to possibly the wrong people and end up imprisoned by the Brotherhood. I could get thrown out on my ass for the male that just fed from me to find me.

“I think everyone here may be in trouble because of what I have allowed to happen, and for that, I am truly sorry.” I blurted out. Continuing, I went into a little more detail, “I happen to be a very special subtype of our species that no longer exists, and I believe that I have exposed myself to an ordinary male of the species.” 

Mary: *As she sat in front of me extremely agitated and nervous she started to explain that somehow she was endangering #SafePlace, I wondered briefly what could be going on and I slowly moved my hand to my cell phone to contact @Rhage_SASBDB immediately. But as she continued with her story she surprised me by basically stating that she was a special subtype … so at first, I thought she meant she was a hybrid like @Beth_Marklon or #Butch or maybe like @SinsSecondComin or #Xhex. But I wondered what she meant by “no longer existing”. But as she continued explaining that she exposed herself to an ordinary male of their species … I interrupted her.*

Wait, I’m sorry to interrupt you. What do you mean by “species that no longer exists” … at first I thought you were saying that you were a hybrid or perhaps … a Chosen?

*I watched as she widened her eyes and seemed surprised by my question confirming my answer with my last statement.* Treasure, you’re definitely not the last Chosen, hon. Actually, the Directrix Amayla @Amalya_SASBDB or even Aislinn @ChosenAislinn should be coming in for their shift in a few hours, I can introduce you to them. But wait a second … why did you think you were the last one? Where have you been if you didn’t come from #OtherSide? How did you arrive here on the #FarSide, the Earth realm?

*Now I was really curious. A Chosen found outside the #OtherSide where they have lived all their entire lives with the #ScribeVirgin as I understood it. Until Phury @PegLegPhury freed them and now they stay at @SinsSecondComin’s #GreatCamp. So, what happened to Treasure and what exactly had she been through?*

Treasure: I was startled when the word “Chosen” dropped from her lips. I was not expecting it to be the first guess out of her mouth. Maybe the rumors were true? Maybe I wasn’t actually alone? I was afraid to get my hopes up, but the way she mentioned the other Chosen, it was as if she knew them personally as if she could just pick a phone and call them as if they were not special. Maybe her “Chosen” are not the same ones I am talking about. She did mention one of them was the Directrix … I was still terrified to get my hopes up. I did not know either of the names she mentioned.

Knowing that I needed to be brave here, I decided to tell her a little more of my story. It may have put the whole place in danger, and they needed to know the severity of that. Also, I needed help. I could no longer do this all alone. I needed people that I could count on. Our kind is a social, communal kind. Some prefer to live alone, but most live in communities worldwide. Even though my mahmen, Alexandria, and I lived a secluded life, there was a community not far away that we could reach out to if we needed anything.

“I have been living in Colorado since birth, a little over 90 years ago. My mahmen, Valencia, had lived in the Sanctuary during the raid. She was pregnant with me, and her friends were afraid of the apparent death they were all looking at. None of them wanted my mahmen and her unborn young to be killed, so they helped her escape. Once out of the Sanctuary, she searched for her close friend, Alexandria, a Chosen who had fallen several years before. She took us in, and after a year or so with no word from any other Chosen, they assumed they had all died in the raid and that we were the only ones left. They have raised and protected me as if I were the last one.”

My eyes became teary as memories of their death surrounded me. I swallowed as I tried to continue, my voice shaky, “A few months back, they were out grocery shopping and got attacked. Both of them died, leaving me all alone.” The tears came a little harder as the stress of everything I was going through was added to the memory. “They had trained me to survive, but I did not want to spend my life surviving. I wanted to be amongst our own people. I had also heard whispers of other Chosen. I wasn’t sure I believed it, but if I could find more of my own, I knew I would be safe, so I traveled here from Colorado.

Unfortunately, I miscalculated my needing and ended up not having enough medication to get myself somewhere safe and get through the whole thing. Now that I have been exposed to a normal male of the species, I can already sense a young’s soul growing within me, and the male will seek out my blood again. So, I’m sorry for the danger I have put you all in by being here. I didn’t expect this to happen.

Mary: *I listened quietly trying to understand her timeline with what I have been told about the attack on the Sanctuary that @Rhage_SASBDB explained to me and with what I have learned from Phury @PegLegPhury and @Cormia_SASBDB from the 1930’s. I’m trying to remember the details of their stories, only that three rogue vampires armed with weapons stormed the Sanctuary in search of the rumored treasures that the Scribe Virgin had but I didn’t recall anything about any deaths or escapes. If her mahmen escaped while pregnant, then she was the last daughter from the previous Primale who died in the process of protecting his females. That much was true. So she was the last Chosen in that aspect. But it was because afterward, the Scribe Virgin rerouted all traffic so no one could enter nor leave without entering her private quarters. And the only people who would even know how to request permission to enter were the Brothers. So it would make sense that Valencia would not have heard from her sisters. 

Before I could think more about what happened before I was even born, she explained that she was possibly pregnant and that the male might track her down here at #SafePlace. Males were not allowed inside #SafePlace so I wasn’t really sure what “danger” she spoke of, unless the this male was dangerous and would try to get inside where all the females and young were being protected within these walls.

I walked around and slowly came around my desk and leaned down to take her hands hoping to calm her down. She became more and more agitated as she explained her story. Squeezing her hands and tried to use my most calming voice.*

Treasure, slow down, everything will be fine. Amayla and Aislinn will be here really soon. Let me text them and my hellren and we can get everything sorted out. No one is in danger here. We have a top-notch security system, the Brothers made sure of that when Marissa @CaldwellsBeauty created #SafePlace. Especially with all the females and young residing here.

*Holding on to one of her hands, I took out my phone out of my pocket and quickly sent a quick text to Chosen and @Rhage_SASBDB. I let him know it wasn’t an emergency but I really needed to talk to him ASAP as soon as he was available. I knew he was out on rotation tonight but I wasn’t sure what shift he had and which team was doing what tonight.*

Ok, they’ll be here shortly. Let’s get you some tea and maybe some cookies, yea? Everything will be fine. You are not alone, not by a long shot. Amalya and Aislinn can help you assimilate wherever you want to go, whether here at #SafePlace, the #GreatCamp, back to the #OtherSide or even at the #TheManse if you want. I’m sure Wrath @LordOfTheManse and @Beth_Marklon wouldn’t mind at least for a little bit while you get comfortable. Alright?

Treasure: Her warm hands comforted me a bit, but not enough. She was sweet, and I knew she was trying to calm me down, but a little handholding just wouldn’t do it. Part of me was still in that fight or flight state, saying, “Run! Run hard, and don’t look back for anything!” I knew that was the worst thing I could do now. I may have just found my people. The Chosen didn’t die? We could have stayed there and lived a normal life with our kind instead of living this life of seclusion and survivalism. I didn’t have to be afraid all these years? At that moment, anger enveloped me against my mahmen and Alexandria. All this time, hiding and terrified that something was coming after me at every corner, we could have just lived our lives to the fullest. How do you let that sink in without being outraged and bitter? Deep down, I knew it wasn’t their fault. They didn’t know. My mahmen thought they were all going to die. She was just doing what she could to keep her young safe. I put my hand on my own belly, knowing I would do the same.

The words Mary was saying started to stick again. The two Chosen she mentioned were coming here? I was about to meet more of my kind … right now … and wait, did she just say Brothers?! The? Brothers? Is she talking about The Brotherhood? I almost missed the part about a top-notch security system. That was good. I didn’t realize that. That deflated one of my concerns.

Suddenly, I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. All the stress I had been holding onto this whole time sagged off me like melted butter, and all it left behind was exhaustion. “Tea would be nice, thank you,” I replied to Mary. That’s when the final name spilled from her lips: Wrath. I knew that name. There was only one Wrath — the King of all vampires. “Wr … Wrath?” The Wrath I heard stories about was not a nice male. He was king of the race but wanted nothing to do with it. His only drive was to go out and kill every night. He liked no one. This brought my anxiety back up. “You … you trust Wrath?” I asked, unsure, I wanted to hear the answer. She seemed like she did, and I couldn’t wrap my head around it all. “#TheGreatCamp? #TheManse? I’ve never heard of these places before.” I began to become a little more cautious. I was no longer sure I trusted Mary. I had trusted her this far, seeing as vampires surrounded her, and they seemed to trust her, but she was only human, after all.

Mary: Yes, of course. According to @Rhage_SASBDB, Wrath @LordOfTheManse was a completely different male before he met @Beth_Marklon and took his place as King. Lots of things have changed. You probably wouldn’t have known if you have been secluded all this time.

*I explained as we exited my office and walked down the hall to the main kitchen. You could smell the cookies being baked by the doggen for the kids. I wondered briefly if perhaps mentioning the royal family was too soon. I forget sometimes that speaking about the royal couple isn’t a casual thing amongst the race. I’ve lived at #TheManse for the past few years, that its normal now.*

If you worried, you shouldn’t be … they’re great … *I was interrupted as we ran into @Amalya_SASBDB.*

Oh hey! Perfect timing.

Treasure: Wrath, Son of Wrath, actually took up the throne? I wasn’t sure what to make of this. It seemed so far-fetched compared to the stories I had heard about the male. It was not that they did not respect him or his place as king; it was just that he did not act like a righteous male. They had basically warned me of him, so I was unsure I wanted to throw away all I had been told and meet with this male.

A beautiful female striding down the hall toward us interrupted my thoughts, and I lifted a finger, ready to warn them as the two almost collided. This female, like Mary @MaryLuce_BDB, held a sense of calmness about her. However, the once-over she gave me made my skin crawl a little, and I took a slight step back. Was I doing the right thing here? Should I have opened up to these females? My whole life, I had been safe, and ever since I scored my wrist for Lohre and almost fed him, it was as if I couldn’t do the right thing to save my life, and it was my life on the line. It had become a fumble of one wrong thing after another. Am I walking myself into an enormous mistake, or worse yet, an enormous trap?

That’s when she introduced herself as Amalya and mentioned that she was sorry for how she looked at me, but I reminded her of someone she once knew. Wasn’t that the name of the Directrix? The one that Mary @MaryLuce_BDB mentioned? Is this the actual Directrix? The one that my mahmen spoke of? Is it possible that the person she recognizes in me is my mahmen? “Her name was Valencia. She disappeared from The Sanctuary a very long time ago. Are you related, my dear?” Amalya stated.

A gasp fell from my lips as relief flowed through every cell in my body. I had finally found my race, and there was more than just one of me. I was not the last Chosen in this world. I instantly fell to my knees on the hard tile floor and began to cry the happiest of tears.

#IAmNotAlone #PartFifteen #BettingTheFarm #CROSSOVER #FamilyProblems #PartEighteen #TBC #SaintsNSinners #BDB #SASBDB #BlackDaggerBrotherhood #BDBRPG

[arrthurpendragon]

Hi!! I just wanted to say, though I don't have a Wattpad account and probably won't ever make one (I did have one some time ago, but some Things happened and I refuse to ever make one again), I really love your National Treasure fic!! There really is so little love for this fandom, and Hannah already seems so cool! Looking forward to reading more of her!!

Also: I know today must be really hard for you, but know that my askbox is always open on either blog if you need to talk. I am sending you all the love, hugs, prayers (or good vibes if prayers aren't your thing), and snuggles from my own kitty! Sending love!! 🖤🖤🖤

No worries about not having Wattpad. I used to not like it. But it became my safe place after a bunch of hateful anons. Each person finds their own safeplace to post. :)

D'awww!!! I'm flattered so much that you like Hannah. I've actually been working on her chapter this week. I'd say I'm about 2/3 the way done with it. So, I'm hoping soon!

Thank you! I appreciate it. My thoughts are so jumbled right now, otherwise I'd reach out a bit more to people. It would basically be me keysmashing right now because I'm just so meh. (And prayers are perfectly acceptable!)

Sending love back!

[olivarryprompts]

Fanfic Friday #6

Welcome to Fanfic Friday! Each Friday I will post a new fanfic here and on A03. Enjoy x

Read and save it on A03 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/32370130

{Peter Parker’s Field Trip to Stark Industries}

Ships: peppertony, wandanat, sambucky

Warnings: mild anxiety, swearing

Status: married or dating

Wc: 3,281

“-and so that wraps up this lesson. Your homework is to do this worksheet, please hand a sheet back to everyone. I have a quick announcement, and it is very exciting. Given that this is one of the most advanced classes we offer, the school has arranged for us to have a field trip!”

Peter refocused on the word field trip. He didn’t have a good track record for those.

“We will be going to Avenger’s Tower! This is a very exclusive opportunity and you all should be very excited-”

No, no, no, no, this couldn’t be happening to Peter. Not now. Oh god. He had a suspicion this was set up by his basically-father. He was going to kill Tony. His teacher went on to blabber about permission slips and NDAs.

“Class dismissed. Please hand your forms in tomorrow as the field trip is on Friday.”

FRIDAY? How could it be so soon. Peter wanted to die. He headed for the door, but was stopped in his tracks by Mr. Blaze calling his name.

“Yes?” he said, turning around. The class had mainly cleared out by now.

“Peter, you're a good kid, and I understand not being the most popular student in school, but we need to talk about the lie you made up about working at Stark Industries.”

“But the internship is re-”

“This field trip is a great opportunity, and I do not want your lies ruining it for yourself or your classmates. Please do not mention it whilst we are there, or there will be serious consequences.”

“It’s a real intern-”

“Please Peter. You should know better than this. See you tomorrow.”

He was tired and fed up of school when he headed into the hallways to see his best friend.

“Hey,” Ned said, meeting him in the hallway.

“Hey,” Peter replied weakly.

“What’s up? Something happened?”

“Nah, just that field trip.”

“Oh the one to Stark Tower! It’s going to be so fun!”

“Right..”

“You’re not excited? I know you work there and stuff, but still.”

“Hmn uh yeah. No it was more Mr. Blaze being a bitch,” he replied, half lying.

“Still thinks you're lying about the internship?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Wanna come over to mine? Build some lego?”

“Nah, got to be home. Too much work to catch up on with all the patrolling I’ve been doing.”

“Gotcha. Well, see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah see you.”

Peter walked to the carpark expecting to find Happy in his black SUV. He was, instead, met by Black Widow.

“Nat?”

“Hey spider boy.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Figured I’d pick ya up and bring you home. Had a second free.”

He jumped into the passenger seat of the jet black convertible.

“How was school паук?”

“Не очень хорошо,” he said easily slipping into Russian. (Not very good)

“Зачем? что-то случилось? (Why? Did something happen?”)

“Да. У нас есть производственная практика в Stark Industries. Что было бы не так уж и плохо, но мой глупый учитель не думает, что я действительно проходил там стажировку, поэтому он отругал меня. Плюс мое паучье чутье сегодня сильно пошло на убыль.” (Yes. We have a field trip to Stark Industries. Which wouldn't be so bad, but my stupid teacher doesn't think I really have an internship there, so he told me off. Plus my spider sense were going off so much today.)

“бедный ребенок. Я могу чем-нибудь помочь?” (Poor kid. Anything I can do to help?)

“Убить Tony за это? (Kill Tony for setting this up?”)

“Нет, детка. Сожалею." (No can do kiddo. Sorry.)

“Разве ты не можешь рассказать другим Мстителям? Особенно папа.” (Can you not tell the other Avengers? ‘Specially Dad.)

“Я не обещаю.” (I won’t, promise.)

"Спасибо.” (Thanks.)

They’d arrived at the tower. There was more to it than he was telling. Ever since he’d moved into the tower, he’d been his safe space. It was his and his families. And he knew it was supid because so many people used it, but still. It felt awful for people from his school to come there. Peter pulled his security card out of his bag, scanning it.

“Peter Parker-Stark, clearance level Alpha 5, all access. Hi baby boss,” Friday, the building's AI called out, “Shall I tell Mr. Stark you’re home?”

“Yeah sure. I’m going straight to my lab, though.”

“Okay sir. Morgan would also like to inform you that she is looking for you.”

“Send her down to the lab.”

“As you wish.”

He hopped in the lift and allowed Friday to take him to floor 89. It was his personal lab. Oren, he’d reprogram Karen, allowed him entry through the glass door.

“Hello Peter, welcome back. What would you like to work on?”

“I’m going to do some work on my web shooters. Play my “workin after school” playlist on, please.”

“Yes, sir.”

He worked peacefully on his shooters design and mechanics for about 30 minutes before Oren alerted him that Morgan was coming up.

“Morgan Stark is requesting entry.”

“Granted.”

The door opened and revealed his basically little sister.

“Hey Mo,” he said, picking up the little girl, “Who let you roam around all on your own?”

“Mummy sent me up,” she smiled.

Peter nodded.

“What are you working on Petey.”

“I’ll show you,” he said, placing Morgan on his work table. He’d quickly made sure there was nothing that could hurt her.

“Web shooters?” she guessed.

“Yep. See I wanted to make them even more efficient so I changed the gears and trigger mechanism.”

She nodded knowingly. She was very smart for her age.

“Nice! Can we build our robot?”

“Sure thing. Oren, pull up the files for Petey-Pie and Morgana’s Robot.” He’d let Morgan handle the name for their creation.

Peter went and grabbed the box that had all their pieces in it. Being careful around the young girl, they continued to work on building the robot, Peter teaching her little things on the way.

So he had a normal evening. Did some fun work, some homework, ate dinner with the lunatics called the avengers, and went to bed.

“If it isn’t my two favorite small children!” Tony said, entering his lab.

“Daddy!” Morgan said, running into her father’s arms.

“Oren, I thought I told you to lock Dad out.”

“Unfortunately your father runs the building, so I could not follow your wanted protocol.”

“Love you too kid.”

“You set up the field trip.”

“Field trip?”

“Yeah. My school’s coming here on Friday!” Peter said, looking up from his work.

“Really? Nope wasn’t me. It was likely someone from PR, kiddo. You do go to one of the best STEM schools in the country.”

Tony had a point.

“Right...sorry.”

“It’s good, kid. What’s got you so wound up about it?”

“Daddy, I’m going to Mummy.”

“Okay kiddo, Friday take little Potts to bigger Potts,” he said with a smile.

“Yes sir.”

Once Morgan left, Tony asked again, “So wanna talk about it?”

“Just, just this is home. My home. And I know that’s stupid because it’s a fuckin 100 floor tower, but I know it. I know it so well, and I just don’t really want kids from my school here. I know I can’t gatekeep a building bu-”

“Hey, hey, it’s not stupid. It makes sense. This place is home and you don’t want them messing with any part of it. I bet most kids in your class wouldn’t love it if people came into their home for a field trip.”

“Yeah. And i-its my safeplace. From everything.” Everything being all the people he lost. His parents and uncle and aunt.

“I get it. Want me to have Pep cancel the trip?”

“N-no, no. All the kids in my class were so excited.”

“Always so selfless,” Tony smiled, “When is it again?”

“Friday.”

“Kiddo, I promise it’ll be fine. If anything, anything happens just get Fri to call me or Pep. Most of the avengers will be around too so you can call ‘em too.”

“Yeah. Thanks. They’ll just try to embarrass me, though,” Peter laughed.

“They will. Do I need to sign something?”

“I’m just going to have Mum do it because her signature is less recognizable.”

“Yeah, okay. Your teachers still don’t believe you?”

“How did you know th-”

“Come on kid, I’m Tony Stark.”

Peter smiled, “Fair enough. Yeah they don’t. I mean they will after the trip.”

“Yeah, that’s the bright side.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’ll leave you to it then. Don’t stay in here too late.”

The night before the field trip he was so nervous. He ended up eating dinner in his lab. Pepper complained but Tony just told her he’d had a long day and deserved a break.

He knew he should have gone to bed but as each hour passed, he got more and more anxious about the trip. He needed something to take his mind off it, so he just kept working and working. Suddenly it was seven in the morning and he needed a shower. Finishing his eighth coffee of the eve, he headed to the 91st floor where he stayed. Hoping that neither of his parents would notice his all nighter he crept into his room.

After getting ready for school, he made his way back out of his room.

“Morning,” Pepper greeted him, “How was last night?” She wore a knowing smile as she continued to tap on her computer, presumably doing work.

“Fine,” he smiled, “Don’t tell dad.”

“I won’t. You're turning into him, though.”

“What else was expected?”

Pepper just smiled, “Sam and Bucky had loads of pastry delivered to the main kitchen if you wanna pop in there.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Thanks.”

“By sweetie, have a good day at school.”

“Thanks. Love you.”

“Love you too, hun.”

Peter jumped in the lift taking him up two floores to the Avengers hang out space.

“Spiderling!” Sam and Bucky greeted

“Old Man, bird boy,” he smirked.

“You look like shit, паук,” Nat said from the sofa.

“Thanks,” he said, putting a few of the delicious looking treats onto his plate. He also grabbed himself another cup of coffee. He plops himself down next to Nat on the sofa.

“Did you not sleep again? You look like hell.” Tony said, entering the kitchen to get himself another cup of coffee.

“Right back at you dad.”

“Fair.”

Steve entered, coming back from his run.

“Hey,” he said, addressing the room, “God kid, you look like yo-”

“OKAY NEXT PERSON TO TELL ME I LOOK SHIT IS GETTING IT!”

“Oh sorry,” Steve said, rolling his eyes. Clint came in with Pietro at his side, “What’s this about Peter looking shit?”

“I hate you all,” he said, finishing his last bite. He laid down on the sofa.

“Oh ah kid, something I needed to tell you. Right, you can stay here. No need to go to school and back. Pepper wrote a note saying you’d meet at the school because you had a doctor's appointment or some shit.”

“Why is spider boy here?” Sam asked.

“School field trip.”

“Only you Parker,” the White Wolf laughed.

“No embarrassing me, please,” he begged.

“Hell no, this is a great opportunity,” Sam said, looking over to bucky.

“I won’t,” Nat said with her hands up.

“I’m in, team embarrass Peter,” Clint said, high fiving Bucky and Sam. At that moment, Wanda walked in heading straight for her girlfriend’s arms. Nat happily let her fall into her lap.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Nat asked with some level of concern.

“Everything,” Wanda said.

“Drama queen,” Pietro scoffed. Peter closed his eyes and let the conversation happen around him. At some point, Tony had left. Clint had gone off to train with the Dumb and Dumber, and Steve claimed he had a mission brief.

Friday’s voice startled him, “Peter, I recommend you head downstairs as your class is arriving in 5.”

“Five what?” Peter questioned.

“Four,” The AI continued.

“A LITTLE MORE WARNING WOULD BE NICE!”

Peter grabbed his shit and jumped into the private elevator as fast as he could. Luckily, he was in the lobby mere moments before the class entered. He pretended just to be standing around.

“Peter,” Mr. Blaze called, “Please come and join the class.”

Peter nodded, spotting his best friend amongst the crowd.

“Hey,” Ned greeted.

“‘Sup.”

“Good morning everyone,” said the tour guild, “My name is Tamiko Hiroki and I will be taking you on your tour today. To start, I will be giving you all badges. When I call your name please step up and collect it.”

She made her way through the basket and by the time she was done only one student had not received a badge.

“Hey, Peter didn’t get a badge,” Cindy Moon, a kind girl in his physics class, called.

“Apologies, there doesn’t seem to be one in here for a Peter.”

“Uh I-i, I have m-my own. Thanks Tamiko.”

“Oh okay, cool. Please follow me to security.” The class seemed shocked. Was the kid telling the truth about his internship?

“So, there are many different levels of pass here. Guests get Beta levels 1-5 depending on what they are doing. Then there’s Omega’s who are interns and such. Next is the scientist and important employees with Zeta. Finally there’s Alpha for major important roles such as department heads. The top level, Alpha 5, contains the most important people like the Avengers who live in the tower and CEO Pepper Pots.

“Tamiko Hiro, Clearance level Beta 5.”

“Don’t worry everyone, that's Friday, the AI who runs the building. Just keep passing through.”

“Philip Maiko, Clearance level Beta 1.”

“Michelle Jones, Clearance level Beta 1.”

Peter headed towards the back, allowing all the students to go in front of him. He prayed they didn’t hear his security protocol. The rest passed through with Beta 1. Then, Peter came up.

“Peter Parker-Stark, clearance level Alpha 5, all access. Hi baby boss,” Friday, the building's AI called out, “Shall I tell Mr. Stark you’re home early?”

“I’m on a field trip, Fri. No need to tell D-Mr. Stark. Thanks.”

The class, once again, looked shocked.

“Why does Penis Parker have all access?” Flash called to Tamiko.

“I do not believe I have clearance to disclose that information, but Peter here may answer,” Tamiko said, glaring at Flash.

“I mean I’ve said it before. I am a personal intern of-”

“PETEY!” Bucky yelled, giving him a hug from behind.

Deflated, he responded, “Hey Buck.”

“Is that all I get?

The two settled on one of the many sofas in the lab. Pete’s head in Tony’s lab.

“Sorry about that, Pepper explicitly told all tours to stay off this level, but it seems as though her assistant made an exception because she thought it was okay as you were on the tour. Pepper fired her.”

Only his mum, “She didn’t have to do that.”

“She was furious.”

“Oh I’m sure.”

“I know this is your safe space, so-”

“It’s okay. No one came in.”

“Yeah.”

“You feeling any better?”

“Just tired. Thanks.”

“Always kiddo. You wanna go upstairs? Take a nap?”

“Sure.”

[rask]

I just wanted to say thank u for speaking out on this. That person used to always make me feel dumb. I also want to thank you for being nice to me in the past. I really appreciate the kindness you showed me. I stopped using this app for Hockey but I still see your post and seeing u speak out about this makes me happy since I remember how toxic it felt at the time.

hello! welcome. im sorry it took so long :( i get you you know. their jokes always run for months cause they always have "person we should bully" monthly. i honestly dont mind in my case its just funny cause i have never pretended to like those people or have been interacting with them but what triggered me are multiple people reaching out to me about similar things happening and my friends deciding its time. and i sympathize to the people having to be defensive and having to fight other ppl because of it cause i was also there. i dont want to make this about me bcs there are so many people who have shared their experiences but i guess even if you're online it takes a toll on you. you log in and want to see fun content or have a safeplace for your hobbies then you see negativity and other blogs on the lookout and you are on their hitlist waiting for you to say a bad thing just to 'cancel' you or make fun of you.

im sorry too and i feel like this is how i give back cause i was part of it before in a way i may not the one who started shit but i was there and i let it happen huhuhu idk i never claimed to be a good person here. me and my friends have admitted we are guilty for doing it before and im not making excuses about that. but after years this is still going on. just... yikes..and i appreciate you thanks for checking out my blog and whoever you are if we talked before i hope u have a nice day and im glad ure in a way better place than before. even one person thanking us is enough. guess it feels nice we're not alone. and we're not making up stuff.

[gingerandgoth]

Why is everything multiplayer?

(Happy ginger): “From the view of someone who is scared of strangers.” Honestly, I am not a fan of multiplayer games. Or at least games which don’t even have the option to play alone. Don’t get me wrong, I like playing videogames with my friends, but strangers? Personally I would buy a lot more games, if they had at least the option for a single player. Games like grand theft auto? Concept seems super cool - BUT only multiplayer (yeah, yeah there is a limited story mode.Still though, you can’t really use it for RPG purposes). Also hearing the speculation of Sims 5 being a multiplayer only game is kind of frustrating. The reason I play video games in the first place is, that I can be as introverted as I want to. I use fictional worlds to escape reality, to shape the plot and world within the game. So far my multiplayer experiences have been exhausting to say the least. Rude people, annoying players, trolls, people being competive af, harrasment (the list could go on). But I do admit, that limited multiplayer can be very fun. Especially when you play with your friends on a seperate server, where solid boundaries can be set and respected. AnYwAy.. (Satanic goth): I, on the other hand, enjoy multiplayer games the most. Firstly, because it allows me to play with my friends and spend time with them. In my opinion sharing the whole experience of a game with people that you’re close to, is the best thing ever. It feels like you’re hanging out with them in person, even though you’re probably many miles apart from each other. I’m always really sad when I find an exciting game to play and it only has a singleplayer mode. I personally like that I’m alone at home, in my safeplace, but can still be socially active while playing a game. It doesn’t make me feel like I’m isolating and hiding in my room. I met most of my friends through the internet and especially specific videogames (league of legends, valorant) and if they weren’ that interactive (via ingame chat, voicechat) I wouldn’t be able to call them my friends today.

To sum things up, I think the best thing a developer could do is try to enable singleplayer and multiplayer modes, so that a wide range of users can choose whether they like to interact with people or not.

[daydreaming-everyday]

This is my gift for @itstrulyastrangerthing for the DEH Summer Gift Exchange hosted by @sincerely-us!

So I was originally going to write you a fic, but while messing around with one of your prompts I *accidently* made you a mini playlist to go with it, so you are getting both! I hope you enjoy and happy summer!

Playlist (YT Playlist Link)

1. Paradise by Coldplay

2. Silence by Marshmello and Khalid

3. Wide Awake by Katy Perry

4. She Used To Be Mine by Sara Bareilles

5. Again covered by Laura Dreyfuss and Eric William Morris

Fanfic (Ao3 link)

She stands at the shoreline, where the water and sand connect. When bystanding people walk by, they see a girl, hair covering her face, but a small smile curled on her lips. They would guess she would be enjoying the view. The sun was angled just enough so the water would still sparkle. Pastel pink, orange, and lilac highlights were blended into the sky, soft clouds scattered across it. It was beautiful.

What they don’t see are the tears rolling down her freckled cheeks.

——

Zoe found the beach when she was fifteen. She knew it existed all her life, her mother must’ve driven past it millions of times one their way to school. Zoe never knew it was a paradise though.

It was a night when Connor and Zoe got into an argument. Connor roared at his sister, spating multiple threats and comments. Zoe shouted back as loud as she could, tired of Connor and her parents not listening to her. Her screams were so powerful she could feel her inner core rumble. Cynthia broke them up. She wrapped a compassionate arm around Connor, pulling him away from the battlefield they could ‘talk it out.’

She tended to Connor first. Connor was always first. Zoe could be wounded, bleeding out, and Cynthia would still nurture Connor first.

Out of annoyance, Zoe bolted out the door.

She hadn’t walked very far when she found paradise.

The beach was empty, as it would be on a weeknight. The water was almost still, slow gentle waves washing up the shore. The sand looked fluffy, untouched almost.

The peace was calling her name.

Zoe trudged through the sand. She shivers as a gust of chilly breeze brushes past her. Zoe slips off her converse, her feet sinking into the softness of the cool evening sand.

Once she reaches the shore, she waits. A tide came crashing into the sand, frigid water wrapping around her bare ankles. She closes her eyes. Every ounce of anger she had kept inside seeps out of her body.

Zoe stays at the beach that night for hours, watching the sunset. Her parents never came looking for their invisible daughter. When the stars become visible in the night sky, Zoe knows she has to go back home. When she arrives, the house is dark and empty. She ignores whatever pity she feels as she goes up the stairs to her room.

———

The visits to the beach slowly became more frequent. It became a safeplace for Zoe. It was a place where the world would disappear, even if it was only for a couple minutes.

It was the home she never had. The soft winds would always greet her when she arrived. The sand would support her when she wanted to fall, and the small waves washed away her worries. Something her real family wouldn’t do for her.

Some days she would stroll around. If her eye caught anything, she would pick it up. It was mostly trash, but if she was lucky, she’d find different types of interesting rocks, brittle shells, and bright colored sea glass.

Some days she sat on the sand, staring into the deep blue water. Sometimes she would angrily kick rocks into the water. Sometimes she would just weep. Sometimes her mind just trailed to different places, staying into her own world.

Some days she’d see happy families. She would give them a weak smile. It would hurt to see another family happy when her’s was slowly tearing at the seams.

——

When Connor took his life, Zoe knew where she wanted to be.

“This is an important family event Zoe,” Larry explained to Zoe when she asked to leave, as if Connor’s death was a planned family trip.

Zoe knew Larry could care less if she walked out the door. It was more for Cynthia, who was weeping at the dinner table as a funeral home employee was helping them make arrangements for the funeral.

Zoe slumped in her chair, looking at the window. She couldn’t block out Cynthia’s loud sobs and Larry’s questions about the price to bury their son. She couldn’t stand to be in this house any longer, with her parents. With the reminder of her brother. Her eyes began to become glassy with overwhelmed tears.

“I’m getting fresh air,” Zoe swallowed, finally standing up.

Zoe ignored her parents' protests as she closed the door behind her. She took her time walking, kicking a pebble across the road.

She stares at the tide with a blank expression.

For years she wished Connor would go away. It was a death wish. Now he was gone.

Zoe ignores the guilt creeping onto her. There was no way she was going to feel guilty for wishing he was gone. Not after everything he’s put her through

A wave splashes her legs as she decides she’s not going to continue to pretend to mourn him.

———

There was a period when she stopped going to the beach, when Evan walked into her life .

She only went three times.

The first was when she stormed out of her living room, papers crumbling in her hands. She sat on the sand as she read through the emails millions of times. None of the emails made sense. She couldn’t believe that Connor said any of this. Until she realizes that maybe she doesn’t want to believe.

The second is when Evan kissed her for the first time. She didn’t understand why he did it, and was annoyed with him. A small part of her felt delighted. She blamed Evan’s actions on grief.

The third was the night before the Connor Memorial Assembly. She took Evan with her this time though.

“Are you scared for tomorrow?” She asks him as they sit on the tide.

Evan’s eyes widened, “Um… would it be bad if I said yes?”

Zoe shakes her head. They continued to stare at the glistening water.

“I would too. Be scared of talking in front of the school.”

Evan nods quickly.

“My mom is obsessed with the Connor Project,” Zoe explains, “she’s obsessed with you.”

Evan scratches the back of his head uncomfortably, chuckling nervously, “She’s awesome.”

“She likes you being around,” Zoe explains, “it’s like you bring Connor with you everywhere you go. But… not how we remember him…”

How she remembers Connor is her wrathful brother who only caused destruction. Evan brought a different story. A story that showed another side to Connor. A side Zoe wished she knew. It made Zoe want to forgive Connor.

“... but better.”

———

The night Evan confesses that he lied, she ran out the door.

Zoe naturally sprints to the beach.

Her lungs and legs burn when she arrives.

When she reaches the shore, she collapses onto her hands and knees. A harsh sob escapes her dry throat. Warm, heavy tears spill out her eyes.

Rage ignited inside her. She couldn’t stand the thought of Evan or Connor. She was starting to forgive her brother. She began to believe he was a good person.

Zoe didn’t know what to believe anymore.

“Zoe!”

Larry and Cynthia rush to their daughter’s side.

“We’d been looking everywhere for you…” Cynthia trails off when she sees her eyes puffy and red.

“Zoe?” Larry rests a hand on her back.

Zoe shoves her face into Larry’s polyester shirt, beginning to sob violently. Larry and Cynthia exchange worried glances.

All of the pain over the years comes falling through bullet’s onto Larry’s shirt.

“Oh Zoe!” Cynthia wraps her arms around her daughter.

Zoe flinches away, “Oh my god what am I doing?”

She stands up, brushing the sand off her jeans. She hadn’t had her parents comfort for years, and they now only did it because Connor wasn’t there.

She begins to let out a watery laugh. Fucking Connor. He was gone, but he was still ruling her life.

“Zoe, what the hell?” Larry finally says, grabbing her shoulders.

“You are only doing this because Connor isn’t here,” Zoe giggles, tears ripping out of her eyes.

“Of course we aren’t-” Cynthia begins, but Zoe interrupts her.

“Really? Where was this comfort all these years?”

Zoe couldn’t stop laughing. Her chest tightened, her lungs feeling deflated.

“When Connor had an outburst, you never checked if I was okay!” Zoe shouted, “and it hurt, okay? I hurt! I hurt so, so much…”

Zoe trembled. She doesn’t dare to look at Larry or Cynthia.

When she does, Zoe is not surprised to see Cynthia crying. What surprised her? Larry had a tear dripping down his face.

“Honey… I…” Cynthia sniffled, “I’m so sorry… you have to feel that way.”

“Zoe… I know we aren’t the best parents,” Larry begins.

Understatement of the year is what Zoe wants to say. Instead, she listens to him.

“... Connor was…”

“Problematic?”

“Well, I was going to say ‘different,” Larry continues, “but… he took all of our attention. He was-”

“More important, I know, I’ve heard this conversation a million times,” Zoe says, wiping her checks.

She recalls when Larry and Cynthia never showed up to her band concerts and school events like award ceremonies. And it was all because of Connor needing to be watched by Cynthia in order for him to not kill himself. It was all because Connor needed to be disciplined by Larry and he had to watch him to make sure he never snuck out. It was all about Connor.

Larry stays silent. He knows she’s true. All they can hear is the swooshing of the tides and Cynthia’s shaky breaths.

“... that doesn’t make you any less,” Larry continues, “and we want to try again as parents. Start over, but only if you let us Zoe.”

Zoe contemplated her decision. This could be what she wanted for years. A normal family, a normal life. Parents who actually cared enough about their daughter. Zoe finally nods. She feels their arms wrap around her pulling her into a hug. She relaxes in their embrace, beginning to feel exhausted, yet accomplished. This is all she craved for years. Now it was all sinking in…

A wave interrupted the unsuspecting family. They all yelped as their clothes soaked up the cold water. Zoe laughs with her parents for the first time in years. It was all she ever dreamed of.

——

One Year Later

Zoe is in a state of nirvana. She keeps her eyes closed as the wind blows through her hair. She was relaxed. She was balanced.

“Hey.”

The small gentle voice startled her. She quickly opens her eyes and turns around. Evan stood awkwardly behind her.

She gives him a small smile, “Hey.”

He stands a couple feet away from her, a heavy tension in between them. Zoe pats the sand next to her, motioning him to sit by her. Evan kicks his shoes off,

“How are you?” Evan breaks the silence.

Zoe shrugs, “Good.”

“You graduate soon, right?”

Zoe nods, “In two weeks.”

“Wow,” Evan sighs, “so um… how’s being a senior?”

“Busy.”

Evan notes, “I remember that.”

The conversation stops for a moment.

“How’s being a freshman?” Zoe asks.

Evan’s eyebrow rises with confusion. Then his eyes widened, realizing what she said.

“Oh! Well I actually decided to take a year off…”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, try to save some money, get a job. I have been taking some classes at the community college though so I’ll have credits to transfer.”

“That’s smart.”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” Evan mutters. Zoe arches an eyebrow.

“In the meantime though I can get you a friends and family discount at Pottery Barn if you're looking for… overpriced home decor.”

Zoe exchanges a giggle, “You know, not at the moment.”

“Well if you change your mind, I’m only working there for a few more months so the window of opportunity is closing fast,” Evan smiled at her.

They are silent for a while. The sound of sloshing water filled their ears. The sun radiated a wave of heat onto them, filling when with warmth.

“I can see why you like it so much here,” Evan comments.

“I’ve always imagined you and Connor here,” Zoe blurts out, “even though… obviously.”

Evan audibly winces, and Zoe worries she’s struck a chord.

“I’ve actually been meaning to ask…” Evan begins to ask, “why didn’t your parents… why didn’t you tell everyone about who really wrote Connor’s note?”

Zoe turns her direction to the water, and thinks. Without Evan’s note, she may have not have gained a better relationship with her parents. Without Evan’s note, the Connor Memorial Orchard would have not opened. The Connor Project would have never saved thousands of people across the world who were losing hope.

Without the note, Zoe may have not learned to forgive. Not only Evan, but her brother and parents.

“Everyone needed it for something,” Zoe says, hushed.

“That doesn’t make it okay.”

“It saved my parents. It saved me.”

Evan stays silent. Without thought, Zoe grabs his hand, fiddling it until it finally fits right in hers. Evan blushes.

“Um… over the fall I found this yearbook thing my class made in eighth grade. Most people did collages of their friends, but Connor’s was a list of his ten favorite books. I’ve been trying to read them all,” Evan states, “I know it’s not the same as knowing him but… I don’t know, it's…”

“Something,” Zoe finishes his sentence.

She rests her head on his shoulder and sighs, “It’s been hard… it’s been a hard year.”

“I know,” Evan agrees, wrapping his arm around her, “I’ve been wanting to call you for a long time. I didn’t really know what I would say but then… I just decided to call you anyways.”

Zoe remembers seeing his contact (she can’t explain why she never deleted it) show up on her phone while having a picnic with her parents. She excused herself and answered. It was relieving to hear

“I’m happy you did.”

“I wish we could’ve met now,” Evan admits, “Today. For the first time.”

“Me too.”

Zoe looks up at him, staring into his eyes. When her eyes trail down to his lips, she holds her breath, already knowing what’s going to happen. Their lips crash. A wave of euphoria washes over them. All the good memories of their relationship flooded into her mind. Their loving kisses, the few dates they had, everything.

“Um… I should go,” Zoe says, breaking apart.

“Oh! Of course!.”

Zoe stands up, “It’s just… finals are coming up.”

Evan nods, “No, no, no totally.”

Zoe gives him another smile as she begins to trail away. It did feel reliving to kiss him again. The past year, she grew to miss his presence. It became a struggle to forget him, and to forget whatever they ignited.

Eventually she decided she couldn’t forget Evan, or even Connor. You could only move on.

Before Zoe leaves, she looks around the beach one more time. It was just like she found it. Soft sand, shimmering water, tame winds, and one pastel colored sky.

She almost wants to thank the paradise.

[barefoot-joker]

Yandere!Ecco X Reader One Shot

Hey, guys and welcome to a Yandere one shot starring Ecco! I apologize if it seems rushed but I hope you enjoy it either way! As always feedback is appreciated and let me know if you’d like to see more. Now...onto the show!

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I sighed as I sat in bed staring out my window, the moon bright in the sky for the early hours of the morning. It was another restless evening for me as thousands of thoughts ran through my head, all revolving around one despicable woman. She’s not going to find you, Y/n. You haven't been spotted yet. She’s far off your trail and soon you'll be home free with Bruce.

Looking over at my makeshift nightstand I groaned at the time. 3:00 AM. No point in trying to sleep now.

Getting up I pulled on my black overcoat, tall burgundy socks and light tan boots before lacing them up. Grabbing my gun I placed it into its holder around my waist and hid a switchblade in my boot, both I got as a precaution if I ever ran into the twisted female. Taking one last look at my room I headed out into the streets of Gotham, my head lowered and my fingerless gloved hands swinging at my sides. The current place I was staying was near the Dark Zone, the area that Jeremiah and Ecco reigned over. As much as I didn't want to go through it I had to as it was the only way to get to the Green Zone to see Alfred. Walking along the dirty streets I watched as Ecco's minions wandered about, signaling I was in their territory.

I was honestly terrified that one of them would recognize me as I knew she gave every detail about my appearance in hopes of finding me. I frowned. What did I do wrong to gain the attention of one of the most feared women in all of the city?

{Flashback}

It was a lovely afternoon in Gotham, a rare thing indeed. I was at Wayne Enterprises delivering some baked goods to surprise Bruce. I knew he was stressed out lately so I made him his favorites of mine: brownies and angel food cake. I strolled up to the front desk and smiled at the secretary. "Well good afternoon, Miss L/n. What can I do for you?"

"I'm here to see Mr. Wayne. I have some things to drop off."

She typed into her computer and then smiled back up at me. "I'll let him know you're here. You can have a seat while I contact him."

I nodded and went over to the sitting area, joining a young dirty blonde woman. We looked at each other for a brief moment so to be friendly I gave her a smile. She grinned back at me and gave a little wave. Not wanting to be rude I looked down at my hands that wrapped around the tin container, one that came from my small bakery.

As I sat waiting I heard the click of a camera but thought nothing of it. It was probably just somebody impressed with the design of the building. "Miss L/n, Mr. Wayne will see you now."

I stood up and made my way to the elevator, pressing the button to Bruce's office level. Just as the doors closed I noticed the dirty blonde woman holding her phone up towards me. Before I could question what was happening the elevator door slammed shut and took me to my destination.

{End Flashback}

I should have known something was wrong in that moment but I was so naive then. If only I knew that the woman would turn into one of my admirers I would have never looked at her. Ever since that moment my life was turned upside down. It all started with small visits from the woman I came to know as Ecco every Tuesday to my bakery. She would always make small talk with me and bring in a flower or two to brighten my day but I always got an uneasy vibe from her. It didn't help that she would always glare whenever I helped a male customer, her brown eyes seemingly burning into my soul. It wasn't until a handsy patron came in that I began to fear for my safety.

{Flashback}

It was a slow day at the shop, one or two people sitting and enjoying their drinks and pastries. I looked at the clock and frowned. 1:00 PM. Ecco should be here in 5....4...3...2...1.

Right on cue the door opened and in strolled the dirty blonde woman with a grin on her red painted lips. "Good afternoon, Y/n!"

"Hello, Ecco. What can I get for you?"

She looked down at the glass case, examining each and every good until she decided on a piece of raspberry cheesecake. Taking it out of the case I sliced her a fairly decent sized piece and put it on a plate before handing it to her. "That'll be $2.50."

Reaching into her tan leather jacket she pulled out the necessary amount and I plumped it into the cash register. "Enjoy!"

With that Ecco sat herself at her usual table and I felt her eyes on me as I cleaned the counter and went in the back to grab more product. About 15 minutes after Ecco arrived a man in casual clothes entered, his hands in his pockets and a cocky attitude surrounding him. "Hello, sir. Welcome to Y/n's Bakery. What can I get for you today?"

I felt a bit uncomfortable as his eyes scanned down my body and a smirk appeared on his lips. "How much are you, sweetheart?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I meant what can I get you from the case?"

"I'd like a piece of you, sweet cheeks."

"I'm not for sa-"

"Oh come on! Everything has a price. I'm willing to pay top dollar~"

"I'm not interested."

"We won't have to do anything out here in public. We can go in the back~"

At this he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close, his breath smelling of tobacco. "Let go of me!"

"You're a little feisty one aren't ya? I like that!"

Just as I was about to retort a punch sent the man sprawling to the floor. I gasped and looked over to see Ecco glaring down at him, her teeth clenched and her eyes full of fury. "Don't ever touch her like that again, you hear me! I never want to see you in here or near my Y/n again!"

"O-Oh yeah? W-what are you going to d-do about it?"

I clenched a hand over my mouth as Ecco began to kick the man repeatedly, him releasing grunts of pain as her heel dug into his side. "Ecco, stop!"

I ran around the counter and was quick to grab her wrist, her attention being brought to me. Her brown eyes widened and then softened as soon as they focused on me, the movement making me nervous. The man on the ground realized his chance to escape so he got up and ran. As the door slammed shut Ecco pulled me into a hug and held me rather tightly, her chin placed on my shoulder. "Don't worry, darling. I can assure you he won't be coming for you again."

My eyes widened at how possessive she sounded and at the fact that I thought I heard her sniff my hair. "T-thanks, Ecco."

"Don't mention it!"

"I think I'm going to close up e-early."

"Oh! Well I can stay behind and walk you home if you'd like."

"N-no I'm f-fine."

I got a bit freaked out as I saw her shoulders sag but she just nodded and headed for the door. "See you later then, Y/n. Take care."

I gulped as she left, a negative vibe staying behind.

{End Flashback}

I trembled as I recalled the memory, it not being one of the worst. From that moment on I always felt her piercing gaze on me and would every so often spot her following me. Soon my friends began to notice that I was very paranoid, always looking over my shoulder, and they grew concerned over me. It got so bad that Bruce offered for me to stay but I always denied in fear of disturbing him and Alfred.

Crunch!

My heart leaped out of my chest as I looked out of the corner of my eye to see one of Ecco’s minions looking at me. Please don't notice me! Please don't notice me!

I continued to walk out of the Dark Zone even as I heard the man mumble something. As soon as I got out of his eyesight I sprinted to the Green Zone, my desire to see Alfred becoming greater and greater with each stride. When I finally got to my destination I took a deep breath and zoomed up the cement steps, knocking on the wooden door in a special pattern. Stepping back I watched as the door swung open and I quickly stepped inside, it slamming shut behind me. "Miss Y/n, I was so worried you wouldn't bloody make it!"

"Neither did I, Alfred. Neither did I. Ecco has really amped up the followers on the streets."

Alfred led me into the living room, I taking a seat next to the fireplace that was roaring. "Would you like some tea, lassie?"

"Got anything stronger?"

"Of course."

I sighed and leaned my back, closing my eyes as bottles clinking and liquid pouring hit my ears. "Here you are."

I opened my eyes and took the glass of whiskey from him, downing it in one gulp. "You must be exhausted, Miss Y/n."

"Very. But you must be too, Alfred, working all day."

"I'm used to it."

"How's Bruce handling all of this?"

"He was a bit upset when he found you gone but he knew you were doing it to protect him. Otherwise he's been volunteering at Jim's safeplace with Selina to keep himself busy. He's also terrified that he'll find out you're captured some time."

Me too, Alfred.

"I'm sorry, Alfred. For all of this. I-"

The faithful butler put his hand on top of mine and stared me stare in the eye. "None of this is your fault, mate. Don't blame yourself."

I gulped down my guilt and nodded. "Bruce, Selina and Jim thought you should stop by his safeplace. It's far from the Dark Zone, there's all the essentials and the police are there. You'd be safe, Y/n."

"If I go that's just more innocent lives that I hold in my hands. I am not willing to put hundreds of lives at risk for my sake."

"At least think about."

"I will. But I better be going. Ecco is usually in Jeremiah's church around this time."

I stood and Alfred gave me a big hug, his hand slipping into my pocket. "Stay safe, lassie. None of us want to see you hurt."

"Thanks, Alfred. For all that you've done."

"No problem at all."

I gave him a small smile and quickly headed out, my hand going into my pocket to find a map. Most likely to Haven.

Looking around to see if anyone was following, I was quick to get out of the Green Zone and back home.

Now in the Dark Zone I resumed a walk as to not look suspicious when suddenly my wrist was grabbed in a death-like grip. "Hey! Let go!"

The man didn't listen to me as he dragged me to the infamous Church of Jeremiah, all the while I was yelling at him to let go. Chucking me inside an empty pool, I groaned as I landed on my back. Sitting up slowly I noticed a table with a red cloth draped over it and blood spatters everywhere I looked. What is this place?

Before I could think too far the sound of shoes scuffing against cement made me turn my head to see a figure in a black, red and white striped robe with a gray and black tinted mask on their face, the hood up. I scrambled to my feet as they came closer, my heart pounding a mile a minute. "Welcome to the the Church of Jeremiah, child. What might be your name?"

"B-Benjamin."

I gulped as the female came closer, her black gloved hand caressing my cheek. "You remind me of someone I know."

"I-I get that a lot."

"She's quite the good looking gal if I say so myself. In fact…”

My eyes widened as she tore off her mask to reveal Ecco, white makeup smeared on her face as well as red lipstick and two black eyebrows drawn on above and below her eyes. She gave me a huge grin before tearing my jacket off, her hands quick to grab my arms. “Ah yes. You’re most definitely my Y/n! There’s the little scar on your right forearm and the birthmark in the shape of a heart.”

She then grabbed my chin and turned my head every which way. “Oh those are the beautiful e/c eyes I remember! And the pierced ears that always wore simple silver earrings every day.”

I struggled to get out of her grip but Ecco simply gripped my shoulders and let her grin spread ear to ear. “Y/n, my darling! I have been looking everywhere for you! Oh, I’m so glad I’ve found you!”

I screamed as she gave me a big kiss and attempted to push her off but Ecco was having none of it. “Oh puddin, I’ve been so worried about you! I thought that maybe Brucie or his butler got a hold of you and hauled you away, that I would never see you again! I’m so glad one of my pets spotted you!”

“LET GO OF ME!”

“Never! Now that I know you’re alive I’m never letting you go.”

She went in for another kiss and I couldn’t help but let out a muffled shriek. Pulling away Ecco seemed to be in utter bliss as her cheeks turned pink under her makeup, her eyes seemingly having stars. “I’ve been searching far and wide for you, dearest. Every day I showed up at your bakery only to find you weren’t there. I thought that man had come back for you or worse that billionaire brat was making love to you. But none of that matters now. I finally have you back!”

She ran her hands through my hair but stopped when she found it not as long as it originally was. “Oh Y/n, I’ll admit disguising yourself as a man was very clever but going to such great lengths as cutting your hair makes me sad. I already miss your lovely locks. But I know they’ll grow back! I’ve got all the time in the world~”

I felt tears leak out of their prison as my fate came crashing down on me. I wasn’t going to be with Bruce or even see any of my friends anymore. I was going to be a caged bird, only there to entertain my feminine master. “Don’t cry, hon. Even looking like this I still love you just as much!”

She leaned in and gave my forehead a light peck, the tears falling harder. “I know! Let’s get you changed into something more comfortable and we can talk and cuddle in our room! That’ll cheer you up!”

I didn’t even struggle as she pulled me away as I knew it was pointless to resist her. My sobs echoed around us as we came upon a dark hallway, Ecco opening a door to the left. She gently pushed me inside before shutting the door and going over to a dresser, I taking the chance to look around. The room was fairly big and contained a queen sized bed, a dresser, vanity and a bathroom off to the side. A three pane window held a seat beneath it and allowed me to see the world outside. “Here we are!”

I was snapped out of my daze as Ecco came to me with a slightly revealing pale red nightgown. “This should work for tonight. Now let’s get you out of those clothes. They’re almost drowning you.”

Before I could stop her she ripped off my shirt to reveal the chest binder that held my ladies flat, her eyes widening. “Oh, puddin! You must be suffocating! Here let me get that for you.”

“DON”T!”

Rip!

I shrieked as I held my arms protectively over my chest, frightened because I’d never been topless in front of anyone before. “There you go, babe. Must be a lot easier to breathe now!”

With that she pulled at my bottoms but I screamed at her to stop. She paused in her movements and looked at me. “I-I can get dressed m-myself!”

“I know but I haven’t seen you in so long. I want every chance to hold you close, to feel your skin.”

I bit my lip as she pulled the pj’s over my head before taking off my shoes, socks and baggy pants. Laying me down in bed she pulled the covers up around me and smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Now you just wait here, puddin pop. I have to finish up some things for the boss and I’ll be up as soon as I can. Then we can cuddle and fall asleep in each other’s arms~”

She leaned down and gave a smooch to my tear stained cheek before whispering, “Good night, my love.”

I watched as she shut the door and locked it behind her, trapping me in her crazy world. Crying I turned onto my side and curled into a ball, my mind racing and my body trembling.

                                      Please help me….anybody….

[andremarcusburky]

Tyson Jost as a boyfriend

i got the feels

masterlist

cuddly baby

you will never wake up cold as long as he’s there

if he comes home in the middle of the night he’ll try so hard to be gentle and not wake you but he desperately wants to pull you as close as humanly possible and kiss every part of your body

loves it when you play with his hair

sometimes he just puts his head by your hand like a fucking dog and waits for you to scratch it

also big fan of lightly scratching his nack, back and arms

happily books you nail appointments every now and then so you can have long nice nails

goes with you sometimes

usually gets clear nailpolish but every once in a while treats himself with black or something

the avs surprisingly (not very surprisingly) doesn’t give him shit for it

barrie and jt once came with you actually

trying to get erik johnson to go to but it might be an impossible mission

sometimes he gets pedicures

he likes to hold your hand wherever you go

even if his hands are sweaty

“you’re my girlfriend, you’re supposed to love me no matter what! that includes clammy hands”

also takes you with him when he’s getting fitted for suits

which you love honestly

because wow you’re good at picking suits for him

you also help him at home everyday

lil colorblind boi doesn’t facetime his mom every time anymore

he’s got you now

he once had a green suit with a red tie and looked like a christmas tree

you tried your best not to laugh but it was too adorable

there’s usually this sexual tension whenever you help him with ties

like you’re standing in front of him trying out different ones to see what looks best

and then you tie it

and his hand instantly goes to grab your hips

its a subconscious thing but it always gets a reaction out of you

and he smiles down at you and you could jump him right there if you didn’t have places to go

you’re his ultimate safeplace

when you’re out anywhere and he feels down or tired or anything he’s always right by your side

leaning his head on your shoulder or has his arms around you

sometimes just squeezing your hand a little tighter than usual

and you always know what he needs

he’s not shy with feelings and stuff

mama raised him right

so if he has a tough loss or something you spend the night holding him and talking

if you kiss him when he’s crying he stops

don’t know why but it’s just a thing

it’s like he can’t be sad when you’re kissing him

wants to get a puppy with you

you can’t yet though because you don’t have the time

but it’ll happen

it took a while for you to get together

people had told him you liked him but he didn’t believe it

you knew he liked you and you were just kind of waiting on him to make a move

but he never fucking did

so you guys were talking and and somehow got into past dating life and he tells you he’s not too popular with girls

“i guess i’m just bad at making moves and girls don’t usually do that either”

so at this point you’re like fuck it

so you just grab his face and kiss him

when you break away he’s just staring at you with an open mouth

for legit 10 seconds

then he starts smiling and gets all shy and nervous again and looks down at his hands

“that was nice”

and you couldn’t help but laugh at him

he didn’t say anything because he was still to chocked

“well, did you like it?”

and he just kissed you

it was really nice

but as i said, mama raised him right

so he has to ask you out still

“so can i pick you up on my scooter, say tomorrow at 6?”

he sadly had a car

the first time you met his mom she told you he’d been facetiming her for an hour before that because his outfit needed to be perfect that night

(she loves you by the way)

dinner and a movie

he demanded you had dessert

and he ordered some really nice wine (and took a taxi back because responsible gentleman)

then he refused to let you chip in

tips nicely of course

and then you went to see a marvel movie

which is like your thing now

whenever there’s a new one you have to go see it

for halloween you dressed up as captain america and black widow

when he got you home he walked you to your door and kissed you

you asked if we wanted to come inside

“i do. but i won’t”

????

“i want to do this right”

“ty, there’s nothing wrong with having sex”

and omg the fucking blush

“true”

still left you hanging though

you texted him the next day to see if he wanted to hang out

he came right after practice

and you binge watched all the iron man movies

and cuddled on the couch

kissed a little

touched a little

“so, this ‘doing it right’ thing. that’s not until marriage, right?”

his giggle is the most beautiful thing on planet earth

but yeah you got laid

and he was so dedicated to making it good for you

after he was still a little nervous

“you didn’t fake it, did you?”

“no, ty, i swear”

“so you liked it?”

and it was really good

it didn’t take long for you to get to know one another

like really get to know

understand each other and figure out the other ones needs

it was like two puzzle pieces coming together

everything just felt natural

after three months it was like you were one instead of two

you really affected his playing btw

he started scoring like never before

the first time you came to a game he scored a hatty

just had a different energy to him or something

so the team calls you their lucky charm

he’s never allowed to break up now

they went on a 6 game roadtrip

and lost the first 4 games

so the guys flew you in as a surprise

you waited in his hotel room when they arrived

when you heard him coming you hid in the closet and then scared the shit out of him

filmed the whole thing on your phone as well

and yes, it will be used at your wedding one day

he was only scared for a second though

like he gave out a quick scream but as soon as he realized it was you he picked you up and hugged you so tight

and you knew he needed you to just hold him

“i love you, babe. i love you so much”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“even if you’ll actually give me a heart attack and kill me one day, i still love you so much”

“ty, i love you too”

you didn’t really let go of each other until about an hour later

when you’d been dating for like 8 months he started talking more about the future

very subtly though

“when we get a house we should have one of those for our pool”

“we’re gonna be the coolest parents”

“i think your mom’s hot”

????

“i mean it’s a good thing. means i’m gonna think you’re hot when we’re older”

lets not forget that time when one of your friends got engaged and she showed you the ring and tyson leans in and whispers in your ear when she can’t hear

“yours is gonna be bigger”

[thevelvetlotus]

💕🌷This is a REAL TALK post about female sexuality~so keep scrolling if you don’t want to hear words like, vagina, womb, menstruation, shame and sex.🌸Ok, now that I’ve said that, I just want to say blown away and emotional I’ve been over the reaction of my latest candle, Womb Space. My inbox has never seen so much activity and it’s all from beautiful women who are dealing with some serious traumas surrounding their womb. First of all, I want everyone to know that my page will always be a SAFE place to talk about such subjects. I’ve known for a long time that I wanted to make meaningful products that help heal and empower the female body and female energies. And after the huge response I received from the Womb Space candle, I thinking that this could be my calling. And even through I will always make magical fantastical inspired candles, I feel like it’s time to create something a bit more meaningful and long lasting.🌸It was the first day of 5th grade when I started my period, I was only 11 and I was late for my first day because I started my period all over my white shorts that I was planning on wearing for first day. Now imagine the traumatic morning my mother and I had that day. She had to rush to the store to buy her daughter pads and very quickly explain to me what was happening to my body all while rushing to get me to school on time. I remember thinking that all of my friends could sense that I was having my period and I was so afraid to get up in case the pad had leaked. Well, that was the first of many horrific experiences that only we women can appreciate. Those of us who started our periods before the others were branded with the name “slut” and was tormented by both the girls and the boys. Jump to me now, at 38 and will probably begin early menopause just like my mother did. I’ve never been a very sexual person. People who know me will say that’s not true, but that’s because I am a flirt. A serious flirt. I flirt with everyone and don’t even intend to. But when it comes to sex itself, I could really care less. And I know it’s because of all the TRAUMA my body has endured throughout its life. (more in comments) #wombspace #femalesexuality #safeplace https://www.instagram.com/p/BxTpXECB1Kc/?igshid=1tjxhh2lu16r7

[artrixx]

Alone

[Sypha-centric, Inspired by @lazy-reef-drake‘s request, “something with Sypha, maybe her in the catacombs with the cyclops before Trevor shows up?” Thank you, hope you enjoy!]

 -

 Sypha had seen the downtrodden and despairing, the beaten and broken, and the lost souls of the world, but she had never seen anything like Gresit.

 At least, nothing like how Gresit was now.

 When she and the other speakers had arrived, it was with hope in their hearts. Or, maybe the rest of them were just pretending, clinging to the thought that maybe their presence could mean something to townspeople as their world was torn apart.

 The hope was real in her heart. She truly believed that they could do something to help them. Her faith never wavered and she was determined to do all that was necessary to make this world a better place.

 At first, they tended to the injured. They tried to support them and inspire them to fight, to live, but it took only a few days for Sypha to realize that they had already given up.

 It was a strange thing, to look into the eyes of someone younger than her, and to know that they were done. Done fighting, done living.

 Blood and carnage were strewn across the street and no matter how quickly they tried to clean up the remnants of the previous night’s raid, there was always more.

 Perhaps, she could understand why things might seem hopeless.

 These people were cleaning up pieces of friends, family.

 The sudden image of her grandfather strewn in pieces on the ground was enough to make her lightheaded.

 She did not stay out that night; she was the first of their group to return to their safeplace.

 But Sypha did not quit. How could she?

 The image of her grandfather, her friends, maimed and discarded on the streets would not leave her mind. She paced about the dimly lit building, stomach twisting in knots. She could find no peace here, either.

 Sypha was not like the women out there; she couldn’t stand idly by while the people in her life were taken from her. She had more fight in her than any of the men she’d seen.

 All her life, she had spoken out for what she believed in—what was a speaker for, if not to speak?

 She was ready to lash out at the first speaker to pass through the threshold, ready to demand they take action, real action, and yet she was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t even hear her grandfather enter.

 “Sypha,” he said, voice as worn with grief as with age.

 She spun to meet him. “Grandfather.”

 He bowed his head in greeting and took slow steps towards the battered chair in the corner. “I was looking for you. I didn’t see you out there.” She drew in a slow breath and nodded. “It’s not enough.”

 He took his seat and lifted his eyes to hers. “It is all we can do.”

 “No,” she said firmly, hands balling into fists at her side. “It is not enough. We can do more.”

 He watched her, silently. She waited for him to say something but instead he seemed like he was waiting.

 He had that sad, knowing look in his eyes; the one she had seen when he told the dying victims that things would be all right. That everything was going to be okay.

 A lump formed in her throat and she lifted her head, trying to will more strength into herself, her words.

 “I can do more.”

 She watched her grandfather clench his teeth and lower his gaze. It took him a long moment before he nodded. “Perhaps.”

 It wasn’t a no, but then, he had never really discouraged her. He had supported her in everything she had ever put her heart into. He had guided her, but never forced her.

 And yet, a part of her had hoped he would disagree with her. She wanted to argue; she had spent this long pacing, building up her argument, and when she saw him nod, the fire in her heart flickered.

 He wasn’t going to fight. He wasn’t going to tell her that the prophecy wasn’t meant for her. He wasn’t going to tell her to sit by and tend to the wounded and wait for Destiny to find someone else.

 “My magic is the strongest,” she insisted, very well aware of how much her words still sounded like she was arguing.

 “Yes,” he agreed.

 Her shoulders squared and she stood up as tall as she could manage. “Then, I will go to find him.”

 Her grandfather didn’t move for a long moment. His eyes closed as though he was in pain and she watched his lips twist in silent prayer.

 He nodded and said softly, “It could be no one else.”

 The words took her by surprise; she felt a stab in her heart when she saw the pain in his eyes but she couldn’t back down. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she clenched her hands into fists at her side. She was desperate not just to go now, but to reassure her grandfather.

 “I can do this. I have trained, my whole life. I will bring him here, and he will save us.”

 “There is more to it than just that,” he reminded.

 “I know, but I cannot stand by and wait.”

 “You will prepare before you leave.”

 Once more, Sypha was startled. She squinted her eyes, trying to determine if this was some sort of trick. This was not going the way she expected; her grandfather had always been protective of her; more than just his grandchild, she was the last remnant of the child he’d lost. “You will help me?” she tested carefully.

 A tired smile, humorless, slipped onto his face. “If I did not, you would leave while I slept. You have made up your mind. I will not fight you. There is enough fighting going on, out there.”

 He nodded towards the cracked window; she didn’t look. She didn’t want to think about the streets of Gresit or all their despair.

 He continued, “It will not be easy, Sypha.”

 “No.” She knew that. She did not have images of glory in her head; only change. “If it were easy, any man could do it.”

 He nodded once more. “You have always been something special, Sypha.” Softer, he added, “More than you know.”

 The evening was quiet; when the rest of the Speakers returned, the conversation was broached.

 No one told her not to go, but no one volunteered to join her. Her grandfather, she didn’t blame; he had seen many years and was not fit enough for the journey she expected, but the others? They wanted to do the right thing, but Sypha was braver than them. They made excuses, that they could do more in the city.

 And yet, they encouraged her to go.

 They believed in her, where they could not believe in themselves.

 She did not allow the fear of traveling allow hinder her.

 Sypha believed in the stories, and she believed in herself.

 She slept well that night and left at the crack of dawn.

 Fresh corpses and destruction greeted her sight, but she walked with her head held high. She walked, alone, towards the catacombs. She descended, alone.

 It was a perilous path from the beginning; she did not know what path to take, so she followed her heart. The main room seemed like it hadn’t seen loving attention in a while; she paced the great mausoleum, searching for some passageway to guide her towards the Savior she knew she could find. It took only a moment; she hadn’t even needed to use her magic to ascend the narrow passageway.

 She was careful but she didn’t waste time; she aspired to have this done before night set on the town. She knew how Gresit handled the swarms; she didn’t know what happened to the catacombs.

 Death did not scare her, nor darkness. She carried the prophecy in her heart and let it strengthen her.

 And yet, for all her preparations, there was a naivety in her.

 She had really expected to find him. In her mind, she skipped from the beginning of her journey to the end; she departed the Speakers with their praise and support and she would find their Sleeping Savior and return.

 In the story she’d told herself, it would be an arduous search—dangerous, but nothing she wasn’t prepared for.

 Sypha had never expected a Cyclops would linger in the catacombs.

 It hadn’t been easy to see at first; the rooms were dark and difficult to navigate through.  She carried a small orb of fire in the palm of her hand and let it illuminate her way as she stepped over dust and debris

 Sypha was so accustomed to the sight of corpses on the ground that she did not think to examine the bodies doubled over; she simply assumed they were the long dead.

 She did not see the stone that coated them, did not think to be afraid until suddenly, in the darkness before her, a purple orb lit up.

 Her heart stopped and she drew back; the fire in her hand was immediately extinguished.

 Time seemed to move slower; Sypha knew her heart was pounding in her chest and yet she only heard it as a slow, steady pound. At first, she though the Cyclops might not have seen her, but what luck she thought she’d been having ended when its purple eye centered on her.

 It raised one giant foot and took a step towards her; the pressure alone was enough to send ripples through the ground. It wasn’t enough to knock her off her feet but it was enough to remind her to focus.

It was not the first monster Sypha had crossed paths with, but it was the largest, and it had taken her by surprise. Even now, she wasn’t sure how something so massive even got down here--not when she’d had to crawl and wriggle through narrow passages even to just reach this chamber.

 She took one step back and raised her hand. Focusing, she felt the magic swirl around. The wind whipped around her, but it was fire that she chose to call out for.

 A golden flame appeared before her and the Cyclops’ eyes squinted just slightly. The light was foreign and blinding, and for a moment she thought she could get the upper hand. If she could just get one good blast into its eye, she could make a run for it—maybe even destroy it.

 Hope fluttered in her heart when a stream of flame burst in a fiery wall before her, arching up towards the monster.

 And then he blinked, and a purple beam came down on her.

 She had been chilly before, but now she was cold. Frozen in place. She didn’t have time to realize what had happened until the Cyclops took a step closer and she couldn’t move away.

 Fear clutched her, then; the last thing she saw was the grey rock enveloping her skin.

 “No,” she gasped, face contorted in horror. Her eyes lifted once more, to stare down the creature as it took another fierce step towards her.

 Her eyes glazed over before her mind did, but there was less than a second between when her vision went black and when her mind did. She had time enough for one last thought before the darkness claimed her:

 She was a Speaker, a Magician, a Scholar...

 And her story was far from over.

[britishhusbands]

Hi. I'm sorry for throwing this at you, but i'm just- i'm so lost right now and i don't know what to do? Harry has been a sort of safeplace for me, someobe to look up to in so many ways. Someone who's brought me a lot of good in what have been a difficult couple of years, and now i feel like the rug has been pulled from underneath me, and i don't know what to do. Suddenly he went from being this rock, this rather dramafree lovely person, to someobe i don't know where to place, and i just ---

— i genuinely don’t know what to do? Carolina was a genuine slap in the face for me, it’s upsetting me in ways i can’t describe, and now with the hard candy thing as well.. harry is so self-aware, seems to understand the impact he has on others, and my mind just immediately goes to my friend who started doing drugs at 14, reasoning that her favorite musicians does it and sings about it. I didn’t think he would do something like this and i don’t know how to handle it. We don’t know the meaning —

– about it all, i realise that and i want to give him the benefit of the doubt, but what if it truly is the way it seems? What if he really is singing about coke and how good and great it is? I don’t know if i can keep being a fan if that is the truth, but i also don’t want to give up on one of the really good things in my life; that being him and this fandom and the friends i’ve made. Tumblr, in general as well, i’m only involved in this fandom, i don’t have anything else right now. —

— i know it is incredibly unfair of me to but these expectations of mine on him, but that doesn’t change how i feel. I’m just so incresibly upset. I don’t know what to do, i really don’t. I don’t expect you to magically solve this problem, obviously, but you seem a bit levelheaded at least, and i was hoping maybe you’d have some advice or something? Just to ease my mind i guess i’m sorry

please don’t be sorry at all, i am always hear to listen and talk. babe, i don’t know how to say this lightly and this is not meant to offend you or anything. i know drugs is a sensitive issue and i get that if you or other people have issues with that, it’s totally fine. but the thing is harry has done drugs before, there were times in which he was high in pictures and in interviews and he also probably tried hard drugs before. i don’t think he has any addiction by any means but i do think that he has tried it before as is the norm in the industry. i think people mistake him to be ‘clean’ and ‘healthy’ because that the image and narrative that was projected upon him by his team when that has never been an accurate or even realistic representation of him. i don’t think it’s fair to place that burden on him because he will never live up to it and now with his solo album he gets to express things and thoughts that have run through his mind. but again i think that songwriting has a lot of metaphors and symbolism that are also up for interpretation at the end of the day. most songs are not meant to be taken literally and i don’t think the meaning of ‘hard drugs’ is what some people think it means or that that was harry’s intention at all.   at the end of the day, i think that it’s okay for you to be upset and it’s okay if you feel like that image of him has been shattered because that is what the media has been feeding the public for years but also i think you also need to realize that the things we love and have loved about him is still there. he is still the dorky, polite and humble boy we all, love. it’s just that he’s grown up and he has a tiny bit of freedom to actually say what he wants this time. 

basically what i’m saying is give him a chance, you don’t have to like and all aspects of him because that’s impossible. each person has their own imperfections and that’s the thing that makes people unique. also if listening to particular songs will give you anxiety please don’t try to listen to it. please think about your health first.