#i am genuinely starting to hate this dipshit

[lesbiansanemi]

I spoke too soon I should have known that was too easy for him I’m so tired I was like hey! I might have found someone interested in subleasing, if they end up not wanting to ill start making posts places but either way, ill need a move in date to advertise and tell people. Do you have any estimates of when you might find a place yet?

And my fucking roommate replies with a bunch of links to apartments like well you could move HERE like fuck you fuck you fuck you jackass this wasn’t what we agreed on and also 90% of the places he sent me were places I already contacted and had no availability/a waitlist/couldn’t sign until august and the other 10% were WAY out of my price range also none of this solves that I don’t want to sign a new fucking lease cuz I want out of this fucking fuck ass city between you and your bf you make almost TRIPLE what I do you will have such an easier time finding a new place and moving plus you wanna stay in this stupid fucking fuck ass city just fucking GET OUT

[dollhouse-lied]

Tear you apart: a creepypasta fic

Ticci toby x jeff the killer

MASSIVE FUCKING WARNING: this fic is of NONCON, AKA RAPE. If you dont wanna read that, dont! And dont come crying into my inbox either! I dont wanna hear it!!!!

Uhhh warnings besides that one is nondescriptive gore, overstim, general violence, oh yeah theres a corpse, DD-DNE

1.6k words, i wrote this cause i hate my job, enjoy~

The door slammed, the two men covered in blood and dragging a corpse.

“You got me fucking stabbed dipshit, of course im telling slender!” Toby screamed, gripping his side to try and stop the blood. Despite not being able to feel pain, he could definitely feel bloodloss.

“Oh of course, slenders little pet can't handle it, he has to run to his daddy doesn't he?” Jeff mocked, dropping the corpse and stomping its head as hard as he could, spraying brain matter all over the basement floor.

Toby grew enraged, eyes darkening. “What the fuck?? We have to clean that you asshole!” His breathing hitched, clearly feeling weary from the blood loss. He pulled off his hoodie, the bloodsoaked tshirt underneath clinging to his skin. “Your lucky i like you, or i would beat your ass,”

Jeff snickered, pulling his knife from its sheath. “Oh you like me, do you?” He cooed. He walked over to Toby, stopping inches from his face. “You like me baby?” He mocked, face twitching with rage.

Suddenly, Toby hooked his fist into Jeffs face, catching the killer off guard. He stumbled a bit before finding his footing, punching Toby in the jaw with a grating sound.

Toby didn't react, simply cracking his neck as Jeff watched him. “Ok, we are gonna do this,” he growled, reaching for his hatchet that was leaning on the wall.

“Oh yeah? You want to go there? Im not afraid of you rogers, you know im more valuable than you ever will be, stop lying to yourself. The best thing you can do is apologize and we can move on, or we can do this my way. Got it, mutt?” Jeff sneered, eye twitching.

“I.. am not.. a.. MUTT,” Toby screamed, spit flying from his cheek gash as he charged at Jeff, kicking him in the gut. Jeff gasped before quickly securing the handle of Tobys hatchet before it hit him in the top of the skull. He knew he had the upper hand, he was bigger and stronger than Toby, and Toby seemed to also realize.

“So we are doing this my way huh rogers?” Jeff giggled, ripping the hatchet from his hand and throwing it to the back of the dissection room, hitting the table as it went with a clang.

“You.. bitch…” Toby spat, struggling against the grip Jeff still had on his wrists.

“Mhm, what is it baby?” Jeff mocked, quickly pulling Tobys arms to behind his back, dislocating them with a pop. He turned Toby around and forced him on the table. “You made yourself a pretty little mess huh?”

Toby fought against his grip, but his shoulder muscles were weak, torn and completely useless to fight him. The panic was starting to set in.

“Let me go!” He shouted, freezing as he felt his jeans slide down, his boxers covered in blood on the side of the wound. He flailed against Jeffs grip, trying anything to get loose.

There was suddenly a soft sound of a zipper, making Tobys blood run cold. He lifted his head up, only for it to be slammed into the cold metal slab so hard it made his head spin.

“Jeff, please, please god dont do this, let me go, this isnt funny-”

“Shut it. You did this to yourself.” Jeff coldly barked, pulling Tobys head up by the hair and holding his knife to his throat. “What should i do with you first, hm?” He giggled, making a light cut on Tobys neck as Toby gasped.

“Please, let me go, please,” Toby begged, genuine fear rising in his voice, trembling.

Jeff lifted Tobys shirt, exposing the stab wound. He looked at it, admiring it before sticking his fingers inside and laughing at Tobys shudder. Sure he couldn't feel pain but it wasn't exactly comfortable. Toby was gasping, trying to pull away from his fingers entering his abdominal muscles. Jeff removed the knife from Tobys throat for a moment before slamming his head back into the table. Toby made a gurgling noise, blood pouring out his nose.

“Please…” he whispered, feeling even more lightheaded than before. Jeff laughed.

“Your so fucking cute aren't you?” He mocked, pulling a dazed Toby up by his hair. “You wanna feel my dick in there?” He whispered, reveling in the fear in the males eyes.

Toby weakly shook his head no, and Jeff removed his fingers as Toby gasped.

“Ill save that for later, i want to do something else first,” Jeff muttered, slowly sliding down Tobys boxers with his blood soaked hand. He slapped Tobys ass, leaving a bloody handprint on it as Toby moaned. Jeff laughed. “Your such a fucking whore, you cant even control yourself can you?”

“Fuck… you…” he groaned, struggling to focus his eyes and panting as blood dripped down his face.

“Ill fuck you baby, i will, cause your such a fucking whore, right?”

Toby hesitated, and Jeff noticed. He started to slam his head into the table, stopping centimeters from the cold metal.

“Now listen to me mutt, we are gonna do this my way. Your gonna repeat what i tell you to, and your gonna love it aren't you?” He hissed, watching Tobys tears hit the metal table.

“Yes,” Toby weakly whispered, his head getting yanked back up with a crack of his spine.

Jeff leaned into his ear “Yes what?” He murmured into his neck.

Tobys face grew warm with embarrassment. “Yes sir..” he shakily cried, sighing with relief when the grip on his hair loosened.

“Good girl, your a good girl, right?” Jeff sneered, putting the knife back to his throat.

Toby sobbed loudly, feeling the knife's pressure on his neck increase. “Im a good girl,” he murmured, hearing the clothing shifting off of Jeffs body. He felt the wet head of Jeffs dick touch his exposed hole and made a noise of defeat, somewhere between a moan and a sob.

“Yeah, yeah you are Toby, your my good little bitch, my good little whore, and your gonna take this like a good princess, aren't you?” He mocked, shifting the grip on Tobys wrists to spit on his hand and rub it on himself.

Toby let his head drop to the cold metal table, completely defeated as his vision blurred. “Yes sir,” he muttered, the blood flow from his nose starting to slow.

Jeff snickered, quickly inserting himself and grabbing Tobys boney hips. Toby moaned, the sound of the table sliding vibrating in his ears.

“Louder baby, i wanna hear you be a good whore for me,” Jeff growled, watching as Tobys dick twitched and dripped, laughing.

Tobys face was bright red, drooling and crying on the table. He moaned loudly and uncontrollably, hating himself for feeling so turned on. He wasnt proud that he was getting worked up, he hated how fucking good it felt.

Jeff sped as fast as he could, snaking his hands up to Tobys wound, sticking his fingers in and out, tearing the flesh with the force. Toby made a soft whine, his head spinning.

“Stop… pl- please..” he whined, the corners of his vision going black as he faded to the edge of consciousness. Jeff watched in glee as he rolled his head back.

“You want me to stop baby?” He snickered, removing his blood soaked hand from Tobys side. Toby weakly nodded, moans still escaping his mouth despite his attempts to hold them back.

“Pl… please..” he cried, internally praying that he would black out to stop the humiliation.

His body shook as Jeff continued. Jeff noticed this, and he giggled shrilly. “Aww, is my good girl about to cum?” He waited for a moment, but got no response. He yanked Tobys head back by the hair, bloody snot connecting to his head from the table.

Toby made a slight gasping noise as Jeffs thrusts got more and more violent. “Cmon, you want this to stop dont you?” He growled into Tobys ear, groaning from holding back his cum. Toby nodded quickly. “Then say it,”

Toby sobbed loudly, quickly responding “im gonna cum Jeff, just fucking stop,”

Satisfied, Jeff released Tobys head as his breath shook. With a loud sigh, Jeff released into Toby. He quickly moved his still blood soaked hand to Tobys dick, pumping quickly as Toby came. Jeff didnt stop, going even faster as Toby screamed in pain.

“Fuck, knock it- fuck- stop- fuck,” Toby stammered, face red as he sobbed into the table.

“Mhm? You want me to stop?” Jeff huffed, still riding out his orgasm, head spinning from the power trip he was on.

“Yes, yes just fucking stop- aah-” Toby fought against Jeffs grip, getting nowhere.

“How bad do you want it sweetie?” Jeff said in a mocking tone, reveling in Tobys desperation.

Toby couldnt do anything but scream, desperately hoping that someone, ANYONE, would walk in and save him, knowing deep down that this wouldnt happen. No one gave a shit about him, not more than they did Jeff anyway. His muffled screams were pointless, no one was coming to save him.

Jeff removed his hands from Toby, seemingly bored with torturing him. He wiped his hands on Tobys shirt, making a disgusted noise at what came off. Toby gasped for air like a fish out of water, melting to the floor.

“And your not gonna tell anyone about this, are you?” Jeff glared down at him. Toby shook his head no while clutching his wound, seconds from blacking out. “Good. Ill get EJ to fix you up. Put your pants back on you sissy, you still gotta clean this mess up.” Jeff spat, kicking the corpse again as Toby pulled his pants up with the last of his strength before collapsing onto the floor.

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Side note i really hate my job not cause its hard but cause im not caught up on lolcow video essays and im only half joking when i say that

[maydayblake]

Hey, can you where the reader is a little sister of vance hopper? And he is very over-protective for her. He always mocks her but deep down he really love his sister. He hates when she talks to other boys. She is just apposite of his brother. She is too friendly with everyone. She is in the same class where finn and robin are. And she has a crush on robin. Vance always protects her from bullies. He once broke a hand of a boy because he tried to bully his sister. ( he is just like gyutaro from demon slayer).

I hope you will write about this. I am sorry for my bad English. It's not my first language.

Protective ( Vance Hopper X Sister!Reader, Robin Arellano X Hopper!Reader )

Includes : Bullying, Brother/Sister Relationship, Teasing And Etc...

Genre : Fluff And Little Bits Of Angst

" Get up dipshit ", Vance trows a pillow at me as I groan, turning around in my bed.

" Come on, we don't have all day ", he growls out, dragging me out of bed.

" Can you leave me alone, it's Saturday ", you get up from the floor, rubbing your eyes, as your brother Vance stares at you with crossed arms.

" Do you wanna see him or not, remember I can easily tell about your crush- ", you hit him with a pillow as you go to your wardrobe, picking out an sundress.

He hated that you talked with boys and especially Robin. But he knew he couldn't do anything because she's her own person. And he respected that. But it still didn't stop him from sending glares towards them when Robin got too close.

" If he hurts you I'll break his arm, you know I'm always watching ", he turns around and leaves the room, going to Grab N Go, to play his stupid pinball stuff. I don't get it, why's he so obsessed.

Anyways. As I finished getting ready, I put on a bit of mascara, lipgloss and left the house to meet up with him.

He asked me to hang out yesterday, and I couldn't be happier. Even if it's as friends.

Finney teased me when he heard about it, and I had to smack him to shut him up. Obviously not with the intend to hurt him, just as a joke.

And as I was walking 3 girls came up to me, glaring.

" Uhh can I help you? ", you stopped walking, as you stared at the ginger haired girl.

She slowly walked towards me, before pushing me on the ground. I hiss as I landed on a rock.

" Stay away from Robin or else.. ", she threatened, I just stared up at her. Finally after 3 minutes of complete silence I spoke.

" Or else what? He's his own person, he can hang out with who he wants, and you can't stop me ", I try to reason with her. She just laughed before the two other girls came behind me and grabbed my arms.

" What the- GET OFF ", I scream as I start kicking around. The girl just smirked at me before kicking me in the stomach. I groaned in pain. She kept kicking and kicking, and just as she was about to punch me. With her hand raised she was stopped.

She looked behind her to see Vance, standing there glaring daggers at her.

" Stay the fck away from my sister, or else... ", he threatened. The girl shook in fear as she nodded relentlessly.

He let go of her hand, and her and her minions ran away. I was laying on the ground groaning in pain. He kneeled down.

" You okay? What'd they want? ", he looked genuinely worried. I just gave him a small smile as he helped me stand up.

" They thought I was someone else, I'm fine... ", I lied, he just raised his eyebrow, not believing me.

He knew I was a soft person, if someone hurt me, I'd still want to protect them. That's what he hated most about me. The fact that we are polar opposites.

Vance would not hesitate to punch someone for messing up his game. And you - you wouldn't hurt a fly even if you wanted to.

He didn't push it any further as to not upset her. He just gave her a small nod and started walking with her to where Robin was standing. To make sure no one came up to her with the intend to hurt her anymore.

And as soon as they arrived, he gave him a glare and left.

Robin smiled at her, sending butterflies to her stomach.

" You ready to go? " he asked the girl. She just nodded and then they we're on their way.

She groaned a few times, probably the bruises forming from where she was punched but she didn't say anything.

Robin noticed.

" You okay? Did something happen? ", he asked the girl as he stood in front of her, taking her hands.

She just stared at him. Finally she nodded, giving him a smile. Trying to convince everything was fine.

" I know you better than that Y/N, was it those girls? ", so he knew them?

" Yeah, but it's fine, I handled it ", I lied, and by the looks of his face, you can see he didn't believe me one bit.

" Amber likes me, she confessed to me a week ago, and I rejected her. I guess she didn't take the hint. Look, if she hurts you again, come to me, I'll handle it ", he spoke softly as he laid his hands on my shoulders. Staring into my eyes.

" You're not gonna hurt her are you? ", he laughed before shaking his head.

" I don't hurt girls, I'm not like that. But I'll talk to her, make sure she gets the hint this time, like I said, I got it covered. ", I smiled at him as a thank you. He took my hand in his and we walked off.

[cyndi-yeah-that-one]

Incoherent bitching ahead, you've been warned

I feel like I need to state before this whole rant that I am white. I am not claiming to be not white (nor am i "transracial", if you think that identity is valid in any regard please just fucking die lowkey) by complaining about how this intersection of my life has been negative for me overall. Please don't interpret this in bad faith, or take this as an excuse to call white people marginalized or whatever. TLDR be normal

For ever since i found out i was queer in 2021, I've felt so disconnected from my family. They really just don't like me at all, so I gotta mask my identity. This lack of real family has left me wanting some sort of culture so fucking badly, but because my family is bigoted and white in Canada, there is just none to be found. I cant simply start practicing another one because that'd be cultural appropriation. The more I educate myself politically the worse I feel about the lack of identity and community I have. I envy people who actually come from culture that isnt prepetually awful in every god damn regard. White culture founded on hate. Hate for everyone whos even slightly different. Genuinely batshit insane how easy it is to be villified by the average white person. Maybe my perspective is warped because I've grown up in 2 abusive households and have genuinely evil fucking relatives, but damn. Being white isn't hard, but white cultural expectations have been hard on me.

I don't even want to be connected to my heritage anymore. Even if I had good relations with my family. I fucking hate Germany. They're one of Israel's biggest supporters, and they proudly harbour a culture that is sympathetic to the genocidal dipshit that runs the colonial state. I denounce being german in e every fucking regard. I feel so much fucking dread for being the decendant of a goddamn high ranking nazi soldier. He had dinner with fucking Hitler. You'd think my dad would learn to not be an antisemite from that, but he doesn't fucking know how to learn anything.

I just want unconditional love from good people, man. How come this is such a difficult thing to ask for. I'm so tired of this but there is no remedy to this available to me. For the time being I will continue to have nothing but judgement thrown my way for long hair and not letting top surgery get forced onto me. All of this from the people who are supposed to be decent to me. I'm so fucking done. If anyone has words of advice or knowledge, share it with me in the comments. I'm not looking for sympathy (although it is appreciated), I'm looking for awnsers and ways I can be better.

[baejax-the-great]

Tossing this in an ask cause I hate fandom discourse, but no amount of hating discourse could stop me from saying how fucking sick that Dora the Explorer comeback was. I genuinely laughed at that.

I'm honestly being such an asshole this week. Normally I'd take a screenshot of whatever dumbass reply showed up on my post, show it to a friend, go through a round of "Get a load of this asshole," and move on, but for whatever reason my impulse control is shot.

I don't particularly want to be an asshole, even though my natural asshole tendencies are very strong. I've done a pretty good job as an adult of tamping them down. I see other people online who probably get a lot of negative attention on their blogs, definitely more than I do, and somehow they keep their spaces really kind and positive and I am always thinking, I should be more like that, I have got to be nicer, I like being nice, and then eventually I fail. I act like a dick, I feel like a dick about acting like a dick, and I chill out for a bit.

But this morning I keep thinking--if you see a tumblr post that you disagree with, particularly one with less than 1k notes on it, and you decide to write a reply saying, "OP, you are wrong," whether or not OP is wrong, that was a rude thing to do, AND it's begging for an unpleasant response. That's a complete stranger. My posts don't have "change my mind" tagged to the end of them, and even if they did, you'd expect some pushback from OP, particularly if your argument holds no water at all or isn't even an argument, just you stating an opposing opinion like it's fact.

The best thing to do when you see an opinion that is 'clearly' wrong (and especially when that opinion is held by a stranger and doesn't affect you at all) is to roll your eyes and walk away. Block the tag if there is one. Block the author. I block people all the time for having batshit takes. I don't need to be reading those thoughts with my two eyes. Problem solved.

If I walked up to one of those dipshits at the farmers market with the big signs saying "evolution isn't real" and said "Nuh uh," I'd expect them to argue back for the rest of the day AND to walk away from that interaction feeling kinda shitty because what did I expect? For them to listen attentively as I explain the last 150 years of biological science to them? No. They were ready to "clap back" with whatever garbage they've been swilling, and to congratulate themselves for getting a chance to use those practiced clapbacks on the dumb schmuck who thought arguing with a stranger with an entrenched viewpoint could possibly be productive.

In this scenario, I'm the anti-evolution dipshit. I made a post on a public website. To be honest, I didn't expect it to get reblogged. I was vaguing a different asshole who made up a guy to get mad at on a different post of mine, ending up with them accusing me of harassing devs on bsky (and having parasocial relationships with them??) because I posted a meme on tumblr (...???). The post got reblogged by a more popular blog than mine, and the cycle continues as people show up in my inbox to start arguments with me and expect me not to call them a dumbass.

Whelp. My patience is shot, and I called them a dumbass. Can't say these people are helping their cause.

[stupid-flanders]

FUCKKKKK I HATE PEOPLE SO MUCH AND NOTHING IS HELPING RN SO I’M YELLING INTO THE VOID FOR INTERNET COPING LMAOOOOO

GENUINELY F U C K THESE DIPSHITS. I HATE EM. 0/10 PLEASE GAIN EMOTIONAL MATURITY. FUCK OFFFFFFFFF I AM GOING TO START TWEAKING CAUSE WTF MAN!!!!!

POV I’M TIRED OF BEING THE BIGGER PERSON AND I WANNA SLAP A MF UNTIL THEY BLEED CAUSE HOLY SHIT

FUCK

That will be all thank you for coming to my Ted Talk lmfao 😅

[faksyan]

ocelot?

Ask game

When I saw that you asked about Ocelot. barking biting this guy occupies such a big portion of my thoughts.

First impression

If we're talking VERY first the gay guy Venom splashes in the rain with. kinda awesome that he does that. (I saw the model swap of the Quiet cutscene with no context and then thought it's the original for years).

If it's about the proper introduction to the series I started with mgs3 and lost my shit at the meow. I do that now too. Together with the hand gesture and the 'I've been waiting for this' he does at the waterfall. He's a dipshit for how he treated Eva even if it was for show. I didn't see him being a triple agent coming and thought that was cool.

Impression now

I have. so many thoughts about Revolver Adam Adamska (not a real name) Shalashaska Ocelot. fuck this guy. I hate him. he makes me so sad I want to cry. want to punch him in the face. make him a nice cup of tea and let him sleep. feed him to the bears.

He was raised to be a weapon, and yet he is a creature of emotion and love that exists hand in hand with violence. He was never meant to be a person but all that he cares about are people's real names and his comrades (that aren't actually that, he's a triple agent) that Volgin kills, and animal and plants facts. He loves westerns and made them his whole personality for decades and decades. He talked to guy once and then almost burned the world down for him. A lot of times.

I find it so interesting that in v he says he plays up the idea of himself being a sadist and enjoying torture to some extent. I think the Huey interrogations show a lot of how he actually likes doing his work, which has an accent on efficiency and not blood and guts. It's simultaneously cruel and merciful, and it saves time and lives that he can use for something else. I could go on and on about this guy honestly, there are so many fascinating things about him.

Favorite moment

What isn't honestly. The meow. The revolver spin. He tried to poke Snake in his missing fucking eye?? The way he dresses in mgs1&2. also

"It doesn’t feel right to shoot an unarmed man…but I’ll get over it." Slay.

Idea for a story

Let's see I have so many of those. The idea of Ocelot inheriting some of Sorrow's powers is really fun, I was thinking about writing about him using it for a mission with Kaz where they have to dig a dead guy up and interrogate him to get some info.

Unpopular opinion

His feelings towards bb have never been reciprocated, he has never tried to act on them, and is fine with that. him in v is the closest we ever get to seeing him being his genuine self. There is not enough information about how his hypnosis works but that's an interpretation of it that I really like. Also people seem to be really hung up on the fact that he is ""canonically"" gay when he isn't canonically anything. so I guess my unpopular opinion is not necessarily viewing him as specifically gay idk.

Favorite relationship

sigh. ocelhira. horrible terrible predictable I know. I have a big ass wall of text about them in my notes I need to finish. even the ship stuff aside, the things they were hypothetically up to during the nine year coma must have been insane. and after that? What about FOXHOUND? Or Kaz's death? So much could've happened during all of it aghhh. Even during events of v, we get so little of them together in it. Also Ocelot is a loser and has no other friends lol look at that guy. Him and Eva before mgs4 are such a cool duo though, a shame we didn't get to see any of their dynamic in that time period, or during the Patriots.

Favorite headcanon

He's on aroace spectrum. also stupidly in love with kaz miller and the reasoning for why and what and how is entirely in my head and hopefully in text at some point, it makes sense I promise. I just like when characters are in love even though I am so bad at understanding what that entails but so is he so that's fine. Their dynamic is really interesting to me.

[cerise-tears]

on aphelios

I haven’t seen Shrek. 

That’s not entirely true. I’ve seen the first... fifteen minutes? My cousins were watching it one Christmas and I happened to be in the room. It didn’t really interest me at the time. But I haven’t seen the full movie, much to the horror of my peers. At this point it’s a recurring bit, and if I watched Shrek I wouldn’t have that anymore. What would be the point?

I am constantly in awe of people who put “CEO of *insert char here*” in their bios, descriptions, regardless of fandom. I have read countless fanfiction and headcanons about Victoria Chase, tried my hand at some fanfiction that I hated because I find my writing pretentious and lofty, commissioned people to draw her, etcetera, and I would never call myself the CEO of Victoria Chase, or assume any such divine knowledge. That’s the beauty of reading art - it’s the ability to have infinite discussions with people about how they’d see the character in various situations. I don’t call myself the “____ gal” for anyone. I worry not invoking this makes me seem like just a casual enjoyer of things. I want to be taken as seriously as any insane person here. 

I want to disregard the community around Settphel. I want to disregard the racism, disregard the fanatics, and talk about the ship itself. I want to talk about how I don’t see Aphelios as stunted emotionally, but socially. I want to talk about how I wish Alune hadn’t been his sister, but instead his only friend. I want to talk about the frustrating “both sides bad” nature to the Solari/Lunari conflict and how if we wanted better storytelling Aphelios should not exist in his current state. But I can’t do any of that because the fans are the ship. Through a cascade of circumstances from the origins as a lite crackship, to genuine dipshits saying Sett is “too cool to be into men”, to Aphelios being a little too good of a character to self insert as, to a genuine lack of proper queer rep, there is a grafting that cannot be untethered. 

I want to be so good of a writer that there is sorcery in my words. That I could show someone that they are wrong about something and have them change on a fundamental, primal level. I want to be able to curse someone and have them thank me. And when I can’t even do that with my favorite characters, characters that have a head start from excellent writers laying the groundwork, it fills me with a profound despair that in fact I will never be that good. I will always just be the town heretic, shaking my fist at the passerby telling them that life could be better, that they’re thinking about it all wrong, that they could be drinking wine instead of tar. I don’t want to be known for swatting cups out of people’s hands. Maybe they’ve been thirsty for their whole lives. 

Aphelios drinks noctum, a toxic plant that constricts his vocal chords and causes him immense pain in exchange for incredible prowess. He also gets to hear his sister, but he can’t talk to her. I think that’s worse than being alone. I think that sometimes I feel that way trying to engage with league lore. I think I’ve been granted incredible knowledge but can never communicate it. I think I am literally Aphelios, practiced and intelligent and cool and alone. 

I think I’m no better than his fans. 

[constantineshots]

okay so this is just a rant ( long. i am sorry if it is jumbled ) on justice leagu dark but specifically the new 52 run. because i don't have an issue with the rebirth run. but seeing as milligan started off the new 52 run, can anyone be surprised i don't like it.

never really understood how in justice league dark and whenever john is on a team in general. when people know he's a bit selfish when things look like they are not going to work in his favor/look hopeless in general and he gets the fuck out of there or does something to benefit himself. and everyone knows he consistently does this. yet they are like "what the fuck john. we trusted you." after giving him shit because they didn't trust him or didn't want him on the team. like guys.

for example, zatanna. she knows firsthand he's a dipshit from her last experiences and prior to new 52, she's kinda kept away from him. and honestly? you go, girl. get that toxicity out of your life if you find him to be toxic to you. but i don't like the way she's written in the initial jld because it's always "where's john" ( and, vice versa to shove the john/zatanna concept in our faces, john being all up zatanna's ass, which i personally feel does not do their characters justice. if you want to ship them, let them be them. show me why they work. not shove the "they're in love with one another" in my face and give me... dried out, squeezed sponges of their characters with absolutely zero substance. though maybe i just didn't like the writers for new 52 jld ( though the newer run is more enjoyable! zatanna feels more like herself ) because i don't think they wrote anyone well. sorry for the random tangent here ). zatanna is supposed to be intelligent. people look to her. so why would she consistently place her trust in a man she knows is going to hurt her and the team? then get angry with him for acting human even though he keeps saying he's not a hero and he will do anything to save his skin then people keep REPEATING IT AND THEN EVERYONE JUST GETS MAD AT HIM WHEN HE DOES EXACTLY THAT.

no, this is not just about zatanna. this can extend to deadman and everyone else as well, and the others, but i had the image in my mind if her quite literally yanking him from the bathtub and throwing him out of the bathroom and into a wall when she eventually took the house of mystery again because john left them all.... as he typically does.

overall, i think the initial justice league dark run was written terribly. like. astronomically bad. i don't even know why john led that team. i don't know why john was involved. i don't know why it had anything to do with argus. the newer run? with upside down man and stuff? okay, that i'm alright with. but i can quite honestly say that the writing in justice league dark new 52 was absolutely terrible AND OF COURSE IT WAS BECAUSE MILLIGAN WAS FIRST. i think it set the tone for the series and honestly it may be my own personal biases against him that clouds my judgement, but i hated the initial run. i think everything happened too fast, then shit started making absolutely no sense, and honestly, the most interesting thing that happened was whatever was going on with nightmare nurse.

okay, so. necro. unneeded. what was the point of nick necro. genuinely. to get john and zee together when they already have history but instead of allowing them to keep that history, it gets shit on for the sake of john seeing zee on stage and being like "wowza" and then having some weird competition with necro initially, just to lead to necro being? what, upset? at one point? i am so confused. like john and zee are kissing and zee apologizes to necro, and then he's like "eugh. i knew about you two. blah blah blah" like? he's not important to me. i don't care about him. why couldn't john and zee have just been together this guy literally solves very little plot purpose. even when he shows up later on. like dude. who ARE you.

anyways. anyways! that's my rant. just on random things. LIKE I DON'T KNOW WHY PETER MILLIGAN WAS ALLOWED TO PUT HIS GRUBBY FUCKING HANDS NEAR JOHN AGAIN BUT WHATEVER.

is any of this even canon anymore? i hope not.

[arcplaysgames]

You're not my dad, bro

I think Nanako is maybe everyone's dad though, lmao. "Are you causing trouble under my roof, father? Are you starting shit? 'Cause I'll end it."

Thanks for the assist, Nanako. She is singlehandedly going to keep this investigation going just by providing cover for me and my dipshit crew who bring fucking full sized katana to the food court.

uh.

holy shit

It is after dark. I just went up to my room to sleep. and my homeroom teacher is calling me and asking me to meet him at a gas station.

right sure okay i'll just go do that, that seems normal and not likely to end in a third fucking murder, yep sure, just gimme a sec to run up to my room and jot down my final will and testament, i'm sure nanako knows where the nearest notary public is in inaba and is willing to get it signed for me, mmhm

BRUH WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME AFTER DARK AND MAKING ME COME OUT TO GIVE ME THIS, IT IS A SUNDAY NIGHT, SCHOOL IS TOMORROW, YOU WOULD HAVE SEEN ME

breathe

its fine. okay.

anyway. after that brush with death, yosuke and chie talk about their shadow selves and note that Reverie didn't have one before attaining his Persona. Now, Yosuke thinks Reverie got his persona outside the TV!Saki Liquorstore, but we know from being the player that Reverie had Izanagi in a dream the first night after arriving in Inaba.

Which. Yep. Pretty weird. Metatextually, we could be Shadow Reverie, but that doesn't seem MegaTen's style. I hasn't known one to tap on the fourth wall in that specific way yet.

Whatever, I'm not going to guess this from the start. As long as it's not Ryoji again, I'm fine with it. We can literally only go up from Ryoji.

Chie's the Chariot. That tracks. Forward momentum at all costs. The Chariot is meant to learn to wield the reins, unifying conscious and subconscious to gain more control. I'm cool with this.

Velvet Room. The spoiler-free walkthru I'm using (I heard a suggestion to use it for the first month just to learn about various mechanics bc P4G has a LOT) had me leave and re-enter, and Marie seems just thrilled to bits to see me. At this point, I am becoming inured to the fact that literally no one is nice ever in this town. SIGH.

Marie is... not of man. Okay. /blinks

What is the Velvet Room... Margaret says everything that occurs in here is tied to our destiny and specifically the contract we have to fulfill. In P3P, no one but FeMC could see the Velvet Room, and in P4G, same case.

Nngh this is the kind of thing I wanna crack like an egg but the answer genuinely might be "this place is a vehicle of the story (pun intended) and exists to facilitate it."

So the Velvet Room is Atlus. There, I solved it. Quod erat demonstratum.

Because Marie is "not of man" (a term Margaret pointedly refuses to elaborate on) I should take her out to explore the world outside, apparently. Like my dates with Elizabeth in P3P.

Please don't blush, you're a bit too tsuntsun for me right now.

Margaret also calls me the next morning to talk about quenching my heart's yearnings, so I think she wants me to go find Akihiko and cry into his ample pecs until he hugs me because I am SO ALONE in this town.

But first I have to join a sports club. And culture club? I have zero recollection of these. I think I may have even skipped a sports club in my initial PS2 playthru bc I'm petulant and hate sports. Buuuut I need S-Links.

So:

do you know akihiko gives good hugs? i mean that's why he spent three years in boxing club, right? to give better hugs?

you know who i know gives good hugs? Mitsuru. she'd pull a whole jennifer lopez "come into my coat" thing, i bet you

[hustlemeanokay]

After playing Veilguard for a few days (no spoilers)

So, I do this thing with RP games. I make my 1st character however I want, do whatever I want, with zero thought as to the consequences as far as disapproval/approval goes. Just wing it. Then, as I go, I'll make characters that are more tailored, more specific play styles etc.

I currently have two Rooks and am making a third. No, I'm not kidding. I do/did the same thing with BG3. I simultaneously play multiple characters. I'll play one character for a few days and then swap over to another for a few days and back and forth and around and around until I finish them up and then start on whole new ones. Just the way my brain works.

So, when I've said in the past that I have a lot of Wardens, a lot of Hawkes, a lot of Inquisitors... I meant it. And each one has their own in-depth story, relationships, histories and futures.

Right now - I have my 1st Rook - she's just winging it, completely. She doesn't have a clue. Purple options almost always. I went with a random generated name on her because I was like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Zea Laidir. Lords of Fortune elven mage. And I have to say - the fighting for mages is on point and awesome. The only thing I did that was kinda like "oops" was I made her crazy short LMAO. I didn't mean to make her quite so small but it is what it is and she's a little thing.

My second Rook - Grier Thorne. Grey Warden - dwarf - warrior. And somehow, he ended up looking like a cross between Erend from Horizon Zero Dawn and Soap from CoD. He's direct but a smartass when the need calls for it. And I can already tell he has the biggest crush on Lace (who is so incredibly huggable it isn't even funny). I'm usually a distance fighter in games so warriors always take some getting used to but I'm slowly getting there - luckily they can take a beating.

I will say that I do like how your faction choice actually does come up a lot and in real ways. Not just in passing comments. OH and - Lucanis' voice doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would which I'm so happy about because I was worried there for a bit.

But I am having so much fun with this game and I don't care what other people are saying, they're just being mean. They want Inquisition. They want DA2. They want Origins. They want all of that in a new game. They didn't actually want a new game. They can argue all they want but that's what it boils down to. If it wasn't those exact lines, those exact quests, those exact references, those exact places and look the same? They weren't going to be happy. There's no pleasing some people and that's just how it is. As the saying goes - haters gonna hate.

But for me? I'm loving it. The styling is different. The look is different. (And the heads are only big if you make them that way dipshits). But the voice acting is amazing, the story is engaging (if you aren't expecting it to be a regurgitation of the previous ones) and if you genuinely want to be engaged. If you're looking for a reason to be bored? You'll find it anywhere. I like that it's not rushed nor too slow, it gives you breaks and time to explore and pick up extra quests if you want but you don't have to. So yeah - I'm happy. (❁´◡`❁)

[king-fluffikins]

Aftg headcanons

I firmly believe that the foxes banded together after tkm to get Neil a smartphone

Mostly so they could track him at all times, but also so that they could video call each other when they graduated and moved away

At first Neil had trouble understanding that he had People Who Cared About Him enough that he could just. call. Whenever.

But after that one time where he needed something sports-related from Matt and decided to call him, and Matt picked up in the middle of a bench press, no questions asked, and stayed that way until he’d finished helping Neil ten minutes later, Neil realizes the power he holds

He calls everyone all the time now

For the smallest things

He’ll call Renee to show her a pretty flower, then he’ll add Matt and Nicky to the call to show them the squirrel a few feet behind it

Matt calls Dan, who calls Allison, etc etc etc, until it’s one big fox group call

These calls can last for hours, to the chagrin of the other people around them

Even Andrew joins, if only to prop the phone against a pot plant while he does something else and occasionally winds in and out of frame

Aaron also joins, but not as much

Mostly he’ll tune in to see one thing and then mute the call instead of leaving to continue studying

Nicky, of course, is the one who most often instigates these mass calls

Once, someone added Wymack to a call. nobody knows who. most suspect Andrew, on charge of chaotic tomfoolery, but nothing has of yet been confirmed

Wymack said exactly one thing: “fuck off” and then he left

The fox group chat is now affectionately called “fuck off”, and Wymack laughed his head off when Kevin showed him

Speaking of the group chat, I am adamant that Neil is the main minion meme provider

As soon as Dann and Nicky introduced him to memes, he could not get enough of them

He has a whole Pinterest board of memes

But not the tasteful ones

The kinds that middle aged soccer moms send on Facebook groups

He finds them all hilarious; but literally nobody else does

Eventually he makes his way onto TikTok and becomes super famous for his botched dances and compilations of Andrew saying increasing percentages

(Nobody knows what the percentages mean, but there are multiple running theories. Some more outlandish than others.)

But things REALLY get good when Neil discovers Rickrolling

There are a few pages on tiktok that circulate videos that have been edited to cut to Rickrolls, which Neil needed explained to him first (Nicky was very helpful)

He goes through a love-hate relationship with the meme, as it makes him experience intense (Riko-)levels of anger, but on the other hand he also finds them funny as hell

He sends along every Rickroll tiktok he finds to the group chat, which always starts a shouting match

“FUCK YOU NEIL, I WANTED TO KNOW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN WHEN THEY MIXED RED BULL WITH PEPSI.” (Nicky)

“Literally nothing, dipshit.” (Aaron)

“🖕.” (Andrew)

“That’s not very nice, Andrew.” (Dan)

“Why are we not talking about how he put a fullstop after an emoji????” (Nicky)

“🙂.” (Neil)

[four second voice note of Nicky screaming, with Renee harmonizing in the background]

I digress

One day Neil realizes he can make his OWN rickrolls

He’s gotten into the habit of sending video messages; I.e. filming himself talking and sending that, rather than typing or recording an audio

It has to do with his rising self esteem and so on and so forth but that’s for another post

And eventually he just. clicks. That he can stick Rickrolls onto the ends of these videos

And the foxes will watch them every time

But there’s just one problem.

He has no idea how.

These days, the foxes play RickRoll Roulette with all of Neil’s videos, because they never know which are genuine communications and which are memes

They’re wrong every time

But nobody knows yet that Andrew is the one who edits the videos for Neil.

[sapphicmsmarvel]

JJ: Truth Or Drink

This is based on the truth or drink videos on youtube. 

These are just going to be little snippets in the conversation, I thought this was fun

If you haven't seen these videos, here’s a link to the videos: 

Step Parents and step kids play truth or drink 

masterlist

criminal minds masterlist.

Henry was grown up; he was 23 years old living on his own. 

He thought it’d be a good idea to bring you, his stepmom, onto a youtube series for truth or drink. 

This is how it went.

_____________________________________________________________________

“This is my step mom, Y/N.” Henry gestured to you. 

You waved at the camera, the director said, “how long have you been in Henry’s life?” 

“Since he was born, I was his mom’s, my wife’s, best friend and then….” You gestured to the ring on your finger. “She got divorced and then we fell for each other.” 

“She went from being Auntie Y/N to being Mama.”

“And I wouldn’t change a thing.” 

_____________________________________________________________________

“Has my other parent, so my dad, ever given you any trouble?”

“Oh no.” You shook your head. “He’s actually become one of my closest friends. I was new to the parenting game and he told me that he was there 24/7 to help me if I needed it with you boys.” 

“Was he a handful?” The director asked 

“No, his brother was. What a fucknuckle that kid is.”

“He got it from you.” Henry exclaimed. 

“I know, I had to apologize to my mom during his teen years because I realized how bad I was.” 

_____________________________________________________________________

“Would you want your parents to get back together even if it meant losing me?” You asked. 

“Absolutely not. And I know that Michael feels the same. We just…you and mom are Super Moms. Like, she was away on business a lot and Dads a cop so he also worked a lot. You were there to pick up the pieces.” 

You smiled, “I love you and your brother more than anything.” 

“Wait, do you get along with his dad?” The director asked. 

“Oh yeah man. Co-parenting won’t work if you hate each other.” 

“His dad once got drunk on new years and twerked into my crotch, there’s a video of it somewhere.” You said. 

“Wait what?”

“Yeah you were like 5? It was an adult New Year’s eve party with all your aunts and uncles and their families.”

“Where was I?”

“Grandmas.” 

_____________________________________________________________________

“Christ.” He gagged. “Have you ever performed oral sex on mom?”

“Henry, think about what you’re asking a woman who’s married to a woman.”

“I HAVE TO ASK WHAT'S ON THE CARD.”

“I mean i didn’t today; but like last night yeah.” 

“Fuck, I need a shot after that.” 

You laughed. 

_____________________________________________________________________

“Oh God,” Henry rubbed his face. “When did you lose your virginity?” He set the card down, “please don't say you lost it to mom.” 

You laughed, “Henry! When she and I got together we were in our thirties.”

“Still!” 

“No, I lost it to a girl in the back of a pickup truck during a drive in.” You deadpanned. 

He gagged again. 

“Wait, can I ask a follow up?”

“No.” He declined. 

“Yes.” The director said eagerly. 

“When did you lose yours?”

“Why are you so curious and genuine about it?”

“Your mom, dad and I have a bet. I wanna see who won.”

“I was 20.” 

“I FUCKING LOST.” 

_____________________________________________________________________

“On a scale of 1-10 how heterosexual are you?” He asked, laughing. 

“Zero.” You started laughing. You two were in a laughing fit. “No, when I was younger I was like eh whoever I fall in love with, I fall in love with and that’s that. But I always preferred women and now I'm married to one.” 

“I think that’s why I grew up not scared to come out cause you guys were so open.”

“Plus we were very gay for each other.”

“Yeah that helps.”

The director cut in, “wait, Henry, you have to answer too.”

“Oh! I’m a 5 cause I am bi.” You and Henry high fives. 

_____________________________________________________________________

“Have you ever had a threesome? and would I know this person?”

You immediately went to take a shot, “Mom wouldn’t count as someone I knew.” He said. 

“I’m well aware.” You said as you downed it. 

“You guys have had a threesome with someone else.”

“It wasn’t your dad if that helps.” “I-” He said as he put his head in his hands.

The director and his team were laughing. 

_____________________________________________________________________

“Was I an accident?”

“Yeah but I wasn’t a part of that.” 

_____________________________________________________________________

“Have you ever had sex in my house?” 

“Yeah.”

“I swear to fucking god, was it in our bed?”

“FUCK NO.” 

“I would have beaten your ass.” 

“God, that’s fucking nasty.” 

_____________________________________________________________________

“What’s a fun childhood story you remember from your parents?”

“MamaBear stories.”

“Oh shit.” You laughed, “We were crazy.”

“yeah, no one bullied me because they were scared of you. Even their parents.” 

“What can I say I’m a bad bitch.”

He laughed.

_____________________________________________________________________

“Alright guys we’re wrapping up.” The director said. “Any last words?”

“I had fun.” You laughed.  “I’m a little scarred but I also did.” 

You two high fived, “I love you loser.” He said. 

“I love you too dipshit.” 

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

By My Side (Part 4)

Summary: The reader goes to dinner with her step brothers, Michael and Nick, as well as Jensen. When Jensen starts to see how her brothers treat her though, Jensen and the reader have a heart to heart and start to try a different tactic with their relationship...

Masterlist

Pairing: Bodyguard!Jensen x reader

Word Count: 3,700ish

Warnings: language, sibling angst, minor violence, mentioned prior deaths

A/N: Enjoy!

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Monday Evening

“Hey pipsqueak,” said Nick, your arms crossed from where you sat on the couch trying to watch TV. “Since dad and your mom are at dinner at that fancy place, maybe you could take us out?”

“Yeah,” said Michael, still texting away on his phone at the other end of the couch. “There’s that steak place dad said was good. Y/N, you want to have dinner with your big brothers?”

“Not particularly,” you said. 

“She still hate us?” said Nick as he came up to the back of the couch, ruffling your hair and placing his hands on your shoulders. “You gotta let that shit go. We were kids.”

“I was a kid. You were both twenty years old and you two harassed me until I moved out, well past when you knew better. Now that I have money, you two-”

“What was that?” asked Nick and you swallowed. “Come on. Let’s get dinner.”

“Whatever. Jensen! We’re going to dinner wherever you are,” you called out. “Jensen!”

He came down the far hallway near where your office was, his hand behind his back on his holster but you shook your head.

“We’re going out,” you said as he dropped his hand down. “To eat. We’ll be back in a couple hours.”

“I’m going with you,” he said. You thought that was odd of him but he made his jaw hard and clenched it. “It’s part of my contract. I go where you go.”

“He’s perky isn’t he,” said Michael as he stood up. You rolled your eyes and went towards the front door to get your purse.

Half an hour later the three of you were seated with Jensen sat at the bar close by and keeping an eye on you.

“Surprised he didn’t ask to sit with us,” mumbled Nick. “Why do you have a bodyguard again?”

“After my old manager tried to have me kidnapped for publicity,” you said.

“You know how to pick ‘em,” said Michael. You gripped the menu tight and reviewed it, already knowing your step brothers wouldn’t even pretend to offer to pay for their meals. You never quite understood them. Chuck was always good to your mom and nice to you. You weren’t particularly close but you didn’t dislike each other either. You got along, he asked about you, you spent time together whenever you visited them. Chuck had always been okay in your book. His children though you could have sworn were adopted with how horrible they could be to you.

“How much you want to bet me I could get that douchey little bodyguard over here in less then five seconds?” asked Nick, a smirk on his face you didn’t like.

“He’s just doing his job. Let him do it in peace.”

“I still don’t get why you have one,” said Michael as he looked over the wine list. “Compared to the other girl on the show, you’re like, not good looking.”

“Dude, I’m your sister. You’re not supposed to find me good looking.”

“I know that, dipshit. I mean, you’re just, plain,” he said. “You’re not the main lead. That’s probably why.”

“I’m co-lead. We have no main lead.”

“But you’re second on the call sheet credits thing,” said Nick.

“Cause Gen got hired before me.”

“She’s still hotter than you,” mumbled Nick.

“She’s married and they’re both my best friends.”

“I didn’t say I want to fuck her. Relax. You’re always so uptight,” said Nick. You bit your tongue and weren’t surprised when Michael ordered a few hundred dollar bottle of wine. You got the twenty dollar one you normally did that tasted just as good and Nick went for an expensive Scotch you’d never heard of. 

“Oh,” you said to the waiter before he could leave. “The man on the end of the bar there, his drinks and meal are on me.”

“No problem,” he said as he took off. 

“She’s got no problem paying for his food,” muttered Michael.

“It’s part of his job. For him, this is a business expense,” you said. You gnawed the inside of your cheek and forced a smile. “The garlic bread is very good here if you guys want to get some.”

“Good with me,” said Michael. He gave you a smile, a genuine one before he was checking his phone again. You’d always liked Michael far more than Nick. On his own, Michael was a pretty decent guy. When he got with Nick though, and that was more often than not, even into adulthood, he was normally pretty unbearable.

“Working any big new clients?” you asked, your voice a tad too high but he ignored it while Nick went to the restroom.

“Potentially. I actually got a job offer in LA. Senior partner,” he said.

“That’s great,” you said, Michael smiling.

“You’re actually happy about that, for real,” he said.

“You’re incredibly smart. You always have been. I’m really happy you’re getting out of our little hometown and going to work at a bigger firm,” you said. “That’s a really big deal. You should be proud.”

“Here I thought you’d tell me not to move to your city,” he said.

“Why do you think I’d say that?” you asked.

“You don’t like us,” he said, nodding to the empty spot beside him. “You never have.”

“You guys are dicks most of the time. You skipped over the getting to know each other thing and went right into horrible dick older brothers.”

“We weren’t horrible. We still aren’t. I have worked cases that would make your skin crawl. We’re the Brady bunch compared to most people.”

“My dad died and I was so excited to have big brothers, you know? That year was so horrible and Chuck made mom stop crying and laugh again and I love him for that. But you guys...it doesn’t matter. I’m happy you’re getting a promotion, Michael.”

“Our mom died too that year,” he said, lowering his head.

“I know she did,” you said. “Forget I said anything.”

“So when do you go back to work?” asked Michael as Nick returned.

“A few months from now,” you said.

“What are you gonna do after that?” he asked.

“Honestly I’m not sure right now. I like TV but I might do movies. My options are pretty open,” you said. “How’s teaching going?”

“Always a joy,” said Nick, taking a long sip of his water. “I got tenure finally. Not sure if I’m gonna stay though. If Mikey moves out here I might take a position at UCLA.”

“Oh. So you’re thinking of moving out here too?” you asked. Nick narrowed his eyes and you you looked away. “Maybe mom and Chuck will come out if you guys do.”

“Maybe,” said Nick. Thankfully you spotted your waiter come back with your drinks and you were able to order your appetizer and dinner, already expecting a nearly thousand dollar bill thanks to their alcohol choices. 

“I’ll be right back,” you said. You excused yourself and walked over to the bar, Jensen sipping on a glass of beer while he half-watched a TV behind the bar.

“Require saving from your brothers?” he smirked to himself, turning before you could tap him on the shoulder.

“Why do you say that?” you asked, leaning against the padded bartop. 

“Just a vibe I get, you and Nick especially,” he said. “Nobody gets a pass from me.”

“He’s not a great older brother but he’s harmless,” you said.

“He intimidates you.”

“Like I said, he’s not great but the worst thing he’s ever done was leave me with a group of strange guys. Michael did the same thing. Otherwise they’re just like, crappy older brothers.”

“Crappy or something else? Like I said, nobody gets a pass from me.”

“Jensen. They would never hurt me. I swear on my life.”

“Michael wouldn’t. Nick...I’ll be keeping an eye on him, both of them, whether you want me to or not. I’m the asshole bodyguard after all,” he smirked again.

“Well, it sounds like they’re both gonna move out here soon so we’ll be seeing them more.”

“Lovely,” said Jensen. “So why’d you come over? Need a break from them?”

“Yes. Also, I already told the waiter but your drinks and food are all on me. Feel free to order whatever you want,” you said.

“I’ll stick to the one beer. I’m at work still,” he said.

“They have really good steak. The filet is amazing along with the green beans,” you said. Jensen smiled and played with his glass, swishing the ice cubes around. “The lobster macaroni is also a great side.”

“That’s a hundred dollar steak.”

“Jensen, you know I can afford it.”

“I also know how much you’re paying me. I can afford it.”

“Jensen. I’m your boss. I’m paying for it. Next time I want Taco Bell, you can pay at the drive through if it makes you feel better,” you said. He smiled, a soft gentle little smile you’d never seen on his face before. You returned it, Jensen staring at you before he shook his head and it fell away.

“I’m going to lose this argument, aren’t I.”

“Yeah, you are. I’d much rather pay for your meal than those two bimbos. I like you better,” you said.

“Must have a pretty low bar for them then,” he said.

“Why’d you stop talking to me? After the paparazzi guy?” you asked. He shrugged and wiped off a stray drop of condensation on his glass. “Please?”

“There’s a line I have to keep with you. We can be friendly but if something happens, I am in charge. There can be no doubts about that. I felt that I needed to step back and reaffirm that boundary.”

“We can keep the boundary. But we can be friends too. If you say hide, I’ll hide. If you say run, I’ll run. I know you think I’m a dumb actress but-”

“You’re not dumb. You’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met,” he said. You blinked and he offered a half smile. “You have an ability to push through panic and be logical. I know guys with all the training in the world that can’t do that. You’re not a dumb actress. It’s obvious that you were raised to be intelligent.”

“My point is, I will do what you tell me to when it’s those hard moments. But I have confidence that you were wrong before. You can like someone, maybe even care about them like a friend, and still be able to protect them. I actually think it’ll make you better at your job.”

“Give me one example of where that works. Just one.”

“Maybe you want to try talking to your bestie, Jared,” you said. “Or literally most anyone in a relationship anywhere.”

“Touche,” he said. He smiled and nodded. “No more cold shoulder.”

“Thanks.”

“So I should try the macaroni with my steak?” he asked.

“And the green beans. You get two sides. You can get however many you want actually. The dessert selection here is even better than the steak if you can believe it.”

“I’ll have to check it out,” he said. “But no green beans. Traumatic childhood incident with them.”

“I better not be attacked by the cabbage patch kids. They might just take you down,” you said, Jensen giggling to himself. “Oh, he does laugh. Good to know. The roasted truffle garlic fries are really good too.”

“Thanks,” he said. “I think I’ll check them out.”

“Do you want to sit with us?” you asked, nodding back towards the table.

“I better not. I don’t think your brothers like me very much,” he said. “I got a better vantage point over here anyways.”

“Vantage point?” you asked.

“Got a weird feeling is all. I want to stay sharp tonight,” he said. You nodded and turned to go, Jensen catching your bicep. “If something happens, what do you do?”

“Duck and cover and wait for you to get me,” you said.

“Good girl. You did read my instructions.”

“Yup. Even read the part about how to get out of your hands being tied behind your back. Unfortunately, I’m not flexible enough and my ass is too big for that,” you said. He chuckled and you smirked. “Oh you know it is.”

“I’m not opposed to that fact,” he said. You went wide eyed and he laughed. “My boss is hot, what can I say.”

“You better stick to the one drink after all, Ackles,” you said, laughing as you lightly whacked his arm. “Try the triple brownie sundae for dessert. You won’t regret it.”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“I think I gained five pounds,” said Michael, stretching out in his seat nearly two hours later, the waiter bringing over the check. You frowned at the bill but it was what you were expecting. You stuck your card in the pocket and caught the waiter pretty quickly. It was getting late and you were tired. Even your step-brothers were getting quiet so you hoped to get home quickly.

The waiter returned and you wrote out a tip, sticking your card back in your wallet and purse. You stretched as you stood up, your step brothers taking their time to get to their feet. You headed over towards Jensen when the sound of glass shattering caught your attention. You turned your head and heard tires screeching outside, spotting that the window at the front of the restaurant was gone now. You barely saw the cop car driving by before you heard sharp little noises in the air and felt like you got hit by a truck. 

Suddenly you were on the ground, Jensen on top of you. Nick and Michael were ducked down under the table along with most everyone in the restaurant, some people at the bar hopping over the counter and diving behind the back. The whole place was silent and you all heard the front door to the place open abruptly. Jensen stood up in one smooth motion, his gun out and aimed, a shot ringing out a second later as someone yelled. A few seconds later there was a loud echo of feet, Jensen setting his gun on the ground and holding up his hands. Police filled in the place, two very angry looking officers rushing over to him and barking orders.

“It’s okay,” said Jensen to you as he knelt down.

Less than five minutes later he was released and some hostess was thanking him over and over still for stopping the guy that had come in looking for trouble. Jensen shrugged it off, only grazing the guy and the police pretty impressed with him for doing so. 

“Are we free to go?” asked Jensen, an officer nodding. He waved for you and your step-brothers to follow, Jensen driving the four of you back to your place quickly. Nick and Michael took their rental car back to their hotel, neither one much in the mood to talk after what had happened.

Jensen checked that the house was secure before he went to his room and shut the door. You weren’t sure if he was okay or not. He seemed pretty calm but he had shot a guy, if only barely. Instead of heading to your bedroom, you wandered down the hall to his area of the house. There was a guest suite there he used for his bed and bathroom but he rarely used it unless he was going to bed and he always, always told you when he was turning in for the night.

As you were about to knock on the door you heard the faint sound of a shower and nodded. He was simply cleaning up. It didn’t sound like a bad idea to yourself honestly. You went down the hall to your room, flipping on the light. It was a soft white in there, the wall behind the bed a shiplap that led up to wood beams going across the vaulted ceiling. Another light was flipped on in the bathroom and you stepped under the shower for a few minutes, washing off your face and skin. After five minutes you went out to the bedroom and over to the closet, finding a pajama shirt and shorts to slip into. Your hair was thrown up in a messy bun and you found your oversized fleece hoodie you occasionally slept in. Tucking it under your arm, you headed out of the room and back down the hall, Jensen’s door still shut.

“Jensen?” you said, knocking on the door lightly. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” he said. Carefully you pushed the door open, Jensen walking out of his bathroom in just his boxer briefs, wiping a towel over his head. He tugged it down and stared at you, your eyes going to his chest, legs and everywhere in between. 

“I uh, wanted to make sure you were alright,” you said, ripping your eyes away and meeting his gaze. He nodded and tossed his towel back into the laundry basket by the closet.

“I’m fine. You?”

“Yeah. I uh-”

“No need to be nervous around me,” he said.

“Right,” you said, Jensen walking right in front of you before stopping. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay and to say thanks.”

“It’s my job,” he said. 

“Still,” you said. “I...here. I thought you might like this.”

“A hoodie?” he asked as you handed him the fleece. “What’s this for?”

“S’my bad day hoodie. I wear it to bed sometimes. Makes me feel better,” you said with a shrug.

“Old boyfriend’s?” he asked as he pulled it on, a soft smile spreading across his cheeks. “It’s so soft. Thanks, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome,” you said.

“So was it the boyfriends? Or you get it for yourself?” he asked.

“It was a birthday present for my dad. He died the week before. I never got to give it to him.”

“I shouldn’t be wearing this,” he said, moving to take it off when you caught his wrists. He was so much stronger than you but he let you manhandle him and move his hands back to his sides.

“It fits you better than it ever did me. Besides, I think you’re a little on edge and not telling me which is fine. It’s good for that,” you said. “I want you to keep it.”

“Y/N, I can’t keep something like this,” he said. You stared at him, Jensen swallowing. “It’s important to you.”

“Yes. But you gave me your blanket and wouldn��t let me return it. Fair is fair,” you said.

“Y/N-”

“S’an order, Jensen. Keep it.”

“Yes mam,” he said quietly.

“I hate when you call me that,” you said, moving your hands away from him.

“I know you do,” he said, a quick smirk crossing his face. “Why aren’t you using this yourself tonight?”

“I got my blanket. I’m good,” you said.

“It doesn’t explain why you’re giving me this though.”

“Lately, something else has been making me feel better and safe. My dad would have liked you.”

“Your father was a good person. A brave person,” said Jensen. 

“You know how he died,” you said, Jensen returning a nod. “I used to be really angry at him. Why’d he have to go help that woman? He could have walked past and been alive. But since I got older, if I was that woman being attacked, I would pray for a man like that to come help me. I know he was good.”

“I will do my very best to be that man for you,” he said. 

“I know you will. If you need something, come get me,” you said.

“Y/N,” he said just as you spun around. “May I have the morning off? You will be with family and my sister is in town for the day for work. I’d like to get lunch with her if I could.”

“Take the day,” you said with a smile, looking back over your shoulder. “She can come to dinner if you like.”

“She’s got a flight back at five thirty,” he said. “Thanks though.”

“It’s no problem,” you said. “Goodnight, Jensen.”

“Goodnight,” he said. You pulled his door shut after yourself and went down to your own bedroom to get under the covers. You stared up at the ceiling, hearing a light pitter patter on the rooftop. Rain was so rare in LA that you normally welcomed it when it came around. It reminded you of back home in a way.

A text popped up on your phone just as you were closing your eyes. It was from Gen and was a link to some news article about the restaurant, a picture of you and Jensen front and center.

You wrote back you were fine and turned off your phone, knowing you’d have to deal with questions in the morning.

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A/N: Read Part 5 here!

[supercorpkid]

Recovery is hard, but not far.

Part 5 of T is for Trauma - The Series

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2580.

Warnings: Injuries. Just a small amount of angst now.

Previously on the series – part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4.

It’s been a couple of days since you’ve left the DEO. Kara flew you home, and soon enough all the yellow sun lights were placed around your bed, and you’ve been lying under them ever since. Things are still hard. You still feel very weak and heavy-hearted. You don’t know how to explain the feeling, but you feel that something broke inside you.

Your moms never leave your side. They look as beaten up as you do. Lena looks tired, like she hasn’t slept in weeks. There are bags under her eyes, her hair is a mess, and she’s wearing nothing but jeans and sweaters. It’s distressing. Kara looks wretched. You’ve never seen your momma looking so miserable all your life. And she hasn’t left her sweatpants in days. You don’t think they have worked in weeks, and sometimes you want to ask them about it, but you’re scared that will send them away, and you can’t see yourself being alone right now.

Jamie visits every afternoon. And the only time you feel slightly like a normal person again is when she’s telling you about school, and the people from it. Alex also comes by a lot, but it’s all very medical. She examines you, makes you talk, walk, and checks if you’re recovering. Kelly came by a few times and tried to access how you were feeling, but you couldn’t tell her, because you don’t even know exactly how it is. To the surprise of no one, she pointed out that you need therapy, and you agreed to do it once you’re feeling strong enough.

You don’t talk much. Not because your voice is still not coming out, but because you don’t have much to say. Your powers are still not back, which feels weird. Even though you can’t control them very well, you’re used to having them. So, you’re feeling very empty inside.

“Hey, you’re awake. Did you sleep well?” You hear Kara’s voice as soon as you open your eyes. You agree with your head, so she knows you can hear her. “Do you need to go to the bathroom? Or do you want to eat first?”

“Bathroom.”

Kara picks you up and takes you to the bathroom. You appreciate the help; your leg still hurts a lot when you try to walk. Probably because you don’t have your powers. But it feels weird being carried everywhere, and helped with everything.

“Are you done?” Kara asks from the other side of the door.

“Mhm.” This is almost humiliating, isn’t it? She goes back inside and picks you up again. “Bed, please.”

“But your mom made a huge breakfast for us, all of your favorites are the-”

“Not hungry, momma. But thank you.” You try to smile at her, but it’s not a real smile. You haven’t been able to do that in a while. Kara puts you back in the bed and lays down next to you. “You can go if you want to.”

“Do you want to be alone?” She asks, and you know she’s only worried you might be feeling suffocated with them around you all the time, but your heart starts beating fast with the thought of being alone, and she hears it. “It’s ok, it’s ok. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. Hey, hey, baby.” Kara puts her hand on your chest to feel your heart, even though she can hear it. “You’re ok. Mommy is here.”

“I’m sorry.” You try to hold your tears and even your breath.

“Baby, you don’t have to apologize. It’s ok.” She kisses your temple, and wipes the tear that is falling to the side of your face.

“Can you hold me, please?” You’re not even finished with your request and Kara already has her arms wrapped around you, and she pulls you so close you can hear her heartbeat. You like that.

You don’t know how long you two stay like that for. Probably hours. You only let go of Kara when you hear her stomach growling loudly. Jamie walks in right at that moment, and Kara can finally leave you and go eat.

“Hey little Danvers.” Jamie throws herself in your bed and looks at you with a smile. “That looked nice. Does it mean you talked to them?”

“About what?” You ask, confused.

“Well, you know, about the science fair thing.” Jamie props herself up in her elbows to look at you. She knows you haven’t by the look on your face. “Seriously? They’re in here all the time and you haven’t had the single most important conversation possible?”

“That all seems really stupid after you almost die.” You mumble under your breath, but she can hear you either way.

“Yeah, ok. I get it.” She shows her hands trying to admit defeat. “But it’s how you feel. And once you recover, things like that can happen again if you don’t let them know how it affects you.”

“Aunt Kelly said I need therapy… Does she know you say things like that to me?” You try to say it as a joke, but Jamie knows you better than you know yourself, so she’s aware you’re just trying to deflect your feelings.

“Listen, I’ve known you my whole life. You’re funny, smart and powerful.” She sits back on the bed and holds your hand. “There’s no one like you. Really. Aunt Kara is powerful, but she’s not smart like you. Aunt Lena is smart, but she doesn’t have powers. You have both. And to top it all up, you’re a genuinely good person.”

“What do you want? Money?” You raise an eyebrow at her and she breaths deep.

“See, this is what I’m talking about. You can’t even take compliments!” Jamie rolls her eyes. “You literally saved National City from destruction while our parents were frozen in time, and when everyone started applauding, you ran away from it! Why is it so hard for you to accept appreciation?”

“It’s not!” You defend yourself, but you can see her face of disbelief. “Well, you said it yourself, I had to. It was up to me. I had to save everyone.”

“No, you hadn’t! I was just trying to make you overcome your fears. If you didn’t exist, I’m sure Superman or like, the entire Justice League, would've shown up and done something about that.” You furrow your brows thinking about it. “But they didn’t have to, because Superkid was there to save the day. And Superkid was there to save her mom from being killed, and you, dipshit, created a mind reader, just because I went like ‘ok make me a mind reader’. I mean, who does that?”

You don’t answer, you just keep looking at her, waiting for her to get to the point. Which you kind of already know what it is.

“I think, and I’m not a therapist so I might be wrong, but-” Jamie holds your hand again and smiles at you tenderly. “You keep underselling yourself, because you’re afraid your moms are not going to be impressed by anything that you do.”

“I-I am-WHAT?”

“You put them on this pedestal and you look at them like they’re some goddesses who are never wrong, and you feel you can never be wrong so you can be a part of this family. But I have to tell you, little Danvers, they’re not perfect. And you… You have to stop trying to be.”

“Um…” You don’t even have words to what she just told you. Is she right? Did Jamie just read you perfectly?

“Well, anyways, I brought your homework.”

She drops the subject just like that, and takes both of you guys homework from her backpack, so you could do that instead.

“You know what’s not fair? You haven’t been to class in almost a month, and your grades are still better than mine.” She fakes complain and you roll your eyes at her. “Mom said you can go back to school when you want to. You can use a leg cast or something.”

“I don’t have to go to school, I already have better grades than you.” You joke and she sticks her tongue out at you.

Jamie spends the afternoon with you, and when she leaves Lena takes her place next to you, so you’re never alone.

“Did you manage to get any work done today?” You ask when she sits next to you. She pulls you to lay your head on her lap.

“Eh, who cares about that?” Lena says, while stroking your hair. “What I care about is that you didn’t eat enough today. You didn’t have breakfast, you barely touched your sandwich at lunch, and I saw that Jamie had to force you to eat your snack. So, what do you want me to make for you to eat, baby?”

“I’m ok.” You say and you hear a loud sigh in response. “Really, mom, you don’t have to worry.”

“Oh baby, all a mom does is worry.” She smiles and strokes your cheek. “Especially when her little monster stops eating.”

You smile at her, and close your eyes, getting comfortable enough to sleep. But you can’t, because Jamie’s words are in the back of your mind, and god dammit, she was right!

“Is, um, momma on a Supergirl call?” You ask, and your answer is Kara poking her head on your room.

“Nope. Why? Do you miss me already?” Kara says with a playful smile and she sits on your bed too. “Or do you want to talk to us about that thing Jamie was talking to you earlier?”

“Eavesdropping much?” You joke and Kara smiles at you. “It’s nothing. It’s old news.”

“Well, I would still like to talk about it.” Lena says and she helps you sit on your bed so you can look at them. “You were right baby. The reason why what you said hurt us so badly, it’s because you were right. We made a promise, and we should’ve kept it. I don’t want you to think that my job is more important than you. It is not. Nothing is.”

“Yeah.” Kara scootches over and wipes your tears. “CatCo, Supergirl, all of it, it’s just a job. This family is way more important than any of that. You know that, right?”

“I know it. I just don’t feel it sometimes.” You shrug, and you feel Lena kissing your temple, and Kara kissing your forehead at the same time.

“It’s our fault. And we’re going to work very hard to get better at that, ok?” Lena says and you agree with your head.

“But baby, you have to tell us how you feel. You can’t keep saying it doesn’t matter to you, when it’s hurting you so badly. We need to know, so we can do better.” Kara holds your hand and you breathe deep. Guess it’s time to say how you feel.

“It’s just… Everyone in school hates me. When I’m up there, after winning something, there’s no one in the crowd, besides Jamie, looking happy or proud of me.” You’re crying a little, but your moms are crying hard. “I guess I just wanted to see someone looking happy for me.”

There’re a few minutes of loud sobs, desperate noises and your moms repeating ‘we’re so sorry’ over and over again, until any of you can make up a complete sentence again.

“Baby, we’re sorry we never saw things like that. You just kept saying it wasn’t a big deal, and I guess we convinced ourselves of it because it was easier.” Lena is the first one to recover, wiping her tears on Kara’s shirt.

“We don’t want you to feel that you winning something, it's not important, no matter how small you think it is.” Kara squeezes your knee, reassuringly. “Everything you do is important to us. All your inventions make me so proud. I keep wishing that I was smart like you, just to create something out of thin air.”

“And your powers? And you saving me over and over again? You’re just a kid and you saved my life so many times it’s unbelievable.” Lena completes and you give her a little smile.

“We are so proud of you and everything that you accomplish, little one.” Kara cups your face and looks in your eyes. “So proud.”

“It’s nothing compared to what you two do.” You shrug, dismissive.

“Baby, you’re sixteen! You can’t compare a sixteen-year-old life to a forty-six.”

“Or seventy.” You say as a joke and Kara laughs tickling your waist.

“Prankster.” She smiles and, for the first time in a while, you smile too. A real one. “Besides, at sixteen I was in school getting passable grades and not saving a single soul. I didn’t even use my powers at your age! So, you’re better already.”

“I was in college, but I have to tell you, I was inventing way less important things than you’re right now.” Lena adds. “You don’t have to undersell your achievements. Because no matter what it is, we’re always very proud of you.”

It’s the first time you thought about it that way. You always thought that you saving two or three people, defeating one or two bad guys was literally nothing. And compared to your momma’s numbers it is nothing. But she has so many years in this superhero life, and you literally just started. People are just now knowing your name. It was not long ago when you got your first super suit. So, it’s not fair to yourself comparing your achievements to Kara’s.

And the same goes to Lena’s inventions. She obviously made the world a better place with all the things she created, and all the projects she supported with L Corp’s money. You haven’t even had the courage to put any of your inventions to mass production yet, so you can’t compare to them or you will never be satisfied with yourself.

Besides, they might be living pretty impressive lives, but you know they’re not perfect. There were some people Kara weren’t able to save, and there were breakthroughs Lena never had. They are amazing parents, but they’re not perfect, and it doesn’t matter, because you love them either way. And they will love you if you’re not perfect too.

“What’s going on in that big brain of yours?” Kara asks when you don’t talk for a while.

“That I have the best moms in the world.” You smile and they hug you at the same time. “No one can’t be perfect all the time. Not even the big Kara Zor-El or the great Lena Kieran Luthor.” You say, making her chuckle. “But you two come pretty damn close to it.”

“Yeah. No one is perfect, and we shouldn’t try to be.” Kara squeezes your face between her hands. “Being yourself is more than enough.”

“Oh, yes. You are more than we could ever have dreamed of, babygirl.” Lena adds and your heart almost jumps in your chest out of happiness.

“I’m glad you two are feeling like this, because I need a ride to the bathroom.” You look at Kara raising both of your eyebrows at the same time, and she picks you up immediately. “And mom? I think I can eat now.”

“I’ll order everything!” Lena gets up from the bed right away and you smile at them.

Yeah, they’re not perfect, but who needs perfection when they’re this awesome?

[samdeancass]

Different Sides of the Track

Requested by: @sofiatheefirst

Pairing: Kai x Salvatore!reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Characters: Kai, Y/N, Damon, Klaus, Bonnie, Stefan, Katherine

Words: 1920

A/N: the reader being a Salvatore wasnt in the original request, but I decided to write them like that. Mentions swearing.

Description: Y/N and Kai are from different sides of the track. They are the polar opposites of each other, and both hate the other, or do they?

You were sat across the room from Kai, shooting daggers his way. Each time you even glimpsed at him, all you felt was frustration bubbling in your body. You didn’t know why, but everything Kai ever does gets on your nerves. The way he sits, talks or even breathes ticks you off; which is why you rolled your eyes when Kai started sticking his two pence worth into the conversation.

“Right, I get that you guys need me to save the world and everything. But how will it benefit me after we win? I don’t want to be running for my life from my enemies who want my blood. I want to be able to lie on a beach, with the sun streaming on my face and a pina colada in my hand.”

You let out a groan of frustration and cradled your head in your hand. “Seriously, can you not think about yourself for one minute?! The whole world is at stake and all you can think about is lying on a fucking beach!”

Everybody in the room was taken aback by your outburst, everyone apart from Kai; who was leaning against the Salvatore’s fireplace unfazed and a maniacal grin on his face. “Of course I’m thinking about myself, I need to know that my life is going to be good after I save the world that I also live in.”

You let out a scream of frustration and stormed out of the room and up the stairs of the Salvatore mansion, slamming your bedroom door behind you. You flopped onto your bed and screamed into your pillow, letting out all of your pent up anger from being around that smug asshole. You heard a faint knock on your bedroom door, but you didn’t bother answering it; you just wanted to be alone for a while.

The door opened anyway and footsteps walked across your carpet. Sensing the bed springs dipping, you lifted your head up slightly and peeped at the person, or vampire, that had entered your room. “Stefan, what are you doing in here?” He gave you a little smile and held his hands up in surrender. “I just wanted to see how you are?”

You rolled over onto your back and gave a stoic face. “How do you think I am? You know I hate Kai’s guts but, for some reason, you went behind my back and recruited him anyway! Why do we even need him? Surely we can stop this threat without him!”

“We need him, Y/N. He’s the most powerful witch we know, beside Bonnie, and we need all the help we can get if we want to stop Katherine turning the whole world into vampires. Damon’s even trying to convince Klaus and the rest of the Mikaelsons to help us with this. Katherine’s already turned half of America. We need a lot of muscle and power to even have a chance at stopping her plans.”

You slammed your head back down on the pillow with an exasperated sigh, letting Stefan’s words sink into you. “Alright. But I can’t promise that I won’t ‘accidentally’ hurt him whilst we’re fighting Katherine’s vampires.” Stefan let out a little chuckle and patted you on the head. “Alright, little sis.”

After a few minutes, you built up the will to heave yourself off your bed and walk back downstairs. You grimaced a little when Kais’ voice entered your ears. “Oh, the Princess returns.” Rolling your eyes, you put up the middle finger to him before taking your previous seat.

“Alright, now that we're all on the same page, can we please finalise a plan?” Before a discussion began, the front door opened and closed within a second. Damon walked into the sitting room and took a seat on the arm of the sofa. “Well, Damon?”

“Well what?... Oh, the Mikaelsons. Why don’t you ask them yourselves?” At that moment, 5 figures walked through the doorway and took residence leaning against the bookshelves. You could feel the tension building up in the room as the Salvatore’s and Mikaelsons were staring at each other, never breaking eye contact.

You narrowed your eyes at Klaus. He had once tried to kill you as a way of making your brothers suffer. In return Klaus gave you a smug smile, one that you would gladly wipe off his face.  Bonnie could sense that the tension was thickening by the second and cleared her throat as a way of diffusing the situation. “Alright guys, let’s leave bloodying each other until after we've saved the world, yeah?”

Klaus walked forward towards you which made you instinctly tense up as a defense mechanism. “Come one step closer and I will pummel you, understand?” Klaus chuckled at your attempt of scaring him and held his hand out towards you. “I don’t want to hurt you, dear Y/N. I want to make amends. For all of the times that I’ve come after you and hurt your brothers.”

Anger was bubbling at the surface but you managed to swallow it down and shook his hand. Klaus then stepped back beside his brother. “How cool, I’ve always wanted to meet an original vampire!” All heads turned towards Kai, who was grinning from ear to ear with excitement. “You are an absolute moron!” You shot Kai a bewildered look and shook your head in disappointment. “Can’t you take anything seriously?!”

“Nope, not one thing.” He shot a smile at you, one which wasn’t filled with smugness or humour, but one full of genuine happiness and, maybe even love. A strange feeling burst into your heart when he smiled at you. You shuck your body to push the feeling away and settled in to listen to the plan.

Bonnie had carried out a tracking spell and managed to pinpoint her location to an abandoned factory in Missouri. Everybody was in position and were waiting on Stefan’s call to get into action. However, to your disappointment, you had gotten partnered up with Kai. When Stefan chose the partners, he shot you a large smile as he read out Kai’s name and you gave him a bitch face. He knew how much you despised Kai, but he partnered you both up anyway. Stefan was going to get the beating of a lifetime when you returned home.

You and Kai were crouched down behind a large rock that overlooked the opening to the factory. You were trying to keep your nerves at bay, but Kai’s constant chattering was getting on them, BIG TIME. “Can you shut up please? We’re on a mission to save the world. Everybody is counting on us and all you can do is chat about shit! Please be quiet and concentrate on the matter at hand!”

You furrowed your eyebrows in anger at Kai, but he just shot you a wide smile back. “You know, you're really sexy when you're angry.” You let out a low growl of frustration and raised your fist to punch Kai when Stefan gave the signal to attack. “This isn’t over, dipshit.”

You tiptoed over to the entrance of the factory, fangs at the ready and stopped at the side of the door. Kai was right beside you, white orbs hovering over his hands. You looked behind Kai and held your hand up beside him, silently counting down to attack. Both nodding when you reached zero, you stood in front of the door and kicked the door open, revealing an army of vampires waiting for you.

“Hello, Y/N.” “Katherine.” Katherine walked through the vampires and revealed herself to both you and Kai. Her hand on her hip, she walked toward you and looked over at Kai. “Well, who’s this dishy sidepiece?” She turned her attention to Kai, who you felt an overwhelming need to protect. “Stay away from him.”

Both Kai's and Katherine’s eyes grew wide as these words flew out of your mouth. “Really, Y/N Salvatore, falling for a witch? I never thought I’d see the day.” “I’ve not fallen for anybody. I just don’t want you hurting him before I do.”

In the corner of your eye, you could see your brothers, the Mikaelsons and Bonnie tiptoeing their way around the inside of the building, you just had to keep Katherine talking until they were ready.

Katherine laughed maniacally and walked back over towards you. “And what are you going to do if I do hurt him?” She walked right into your face, coming toe to toe with you. You could see Kai’s stance change slightly as Katherine closed in on you, as if he wanted to protect you. “Oh, I’m going to make your life a living hell.”

In the distance, Stefan gave you a slight nod. You lunged onto Katherine and the whole building erupted into battle. Vampires being flung into the air by Bonnie; Damon and Stefan ripping through the more stronger vampires with the help of the Mikaelson’s.

That just left you and Kai battling Katherine. She was older than you so she had the upper hand. She had managed to knock the wind out of you and push you onto the floor whilst also punching Kai into a wall. You let out a painful scream as you watched Kai’s unconscious body slide down the wall. These unusual feelings that you had been feeling towards him were finally becoming clear to you, and you were a little upset that it took a life-threatening situation for you to realise it.

You stood back onto your feet and lunged towards Katherine, knocking her into the wall behind her. “I told you I’d make your life a living hell if you hurt him.” You speeded over to Kai and knelt down beside him, smacking his face to wake him up. “C’mon Kai. Wake up. I need you. She’s too strong for me to defeat by myself. Please.”

Kai’s eyes fluttered open and you let out a sigh of relief. Standing up, you held out your hand as an offer and Kai took it, giving a little smile. “Was that a sigh of relief that I just heard? I thought you hated me.” You looked up at Kai and smiled. “I never hated you, just never liked you much.” He laughed and intertwined his fingers with yours as you both made your way towards Katherine, who was beginning to get up again.

“I knew it, you have fallen for him.” “Yeah well, I’ve always had a thing for idiots.” And with that, you and Kai both knocked her back down, unconscious. The fight behind you both had come to an end and you turned around to greet everybody.

Blood splatters and cuts and bruises covered their bodies, but everybody was thankfully in one piece. You ran over to your brothers and engulfed them into a hug. They lifted you up into their arms and hugged you back, pressing kisses into your hair. They both put you down and shot you a raised eyebrow. “What?” Stefan nodded towards Kai, who was walking with Klaus and Elijah (or rather, fanboying).

“I thought you despised him.” You looked in Kais’ direction and smiled. “Yeah, well. Turns out I’m a sucker for morons.” You walked back over to Kai and took his hand, pressing a simple kiss on his lips as your brothers laughed at you.

Even though you and Kai were completely different people and came from different sides of the track, it turns out that even vampires and witches can fall in love with each other.

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