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luvkyu · 5 months

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dunk shot ( zhong chenle )

chenle x male reader

chenle's boyfriend becomes the talk of the athletic department, but chenle doesn't mind.

content : 1.5k words, fluff, uni!au, basketball player!chenle x track runner!reader, reader is kind of a heartthrob

( a/n ) baskemtball

chenle rolled the cart of basketballs onto the gym floor, followed by two of his teammates doing the same. as captain of his university's basketball team, he always took the initiative of making sure the court was prepped, safe, and ready for a productive practice.

"alright, let's start with the usual stretches and a few laps around the gym," he announced.

as everyone fell into their usual warm up routines, murmurs of conversation began to resonate against the gym walls. chenle took his time and jogged lightly with yangyang and jungwoo on either side of him.

"did you guys see the new track team member?" yangyang asked.

"oh yeah, i actually have a class with him," jungwoo answered brightly.

"really?? what's his name?"

"y/n. he's really cute."

chenle perked up at the mention of his boyfriend. a small smile tugged at his lips. he decided to stay quiet on the subject of the male. despite jungwoo and yangyang being his friends, they didn't know chenle was dating someone - let alone dating the new student that they were now talking about hitting on.

chenle and y/n never agreed to be secretive or excessively private with their relationship, they were just naturally lowkey. this wasn't the first time chenle was hearing people talk up his boyfriend, either. he'd gotten pretty used to people fawning over y/n. who was he to blame them?

the rest of practice went by like any other. a few people would come in and sit on the bleachers while waiting for friends or simply to check out their crushes on the basketball team.

they were beginning to wrap up practice when yangyang recognized a familiar face.

"shit, is that y/n??"

chenle and jungwoo instantly looked over to where yangyang was pointing. sure enough, y/n was sitting on the bleachers with another track runner, jeno.

"god, he's so pretty," jungwoo mumbled. chenle couldn't help but smile.

"alright, c'mon. let's finish up and get all the basketballs back in storage," chenle nagged with a snicker. his friends ogling at his boyfriend gave him a weird feeling. he was somehow proud and uncomfortable at the same time.

jungwoo and yangyang went to join the team in finishing tasks. chenle looked over at y/n one more time, now meeting the male's eyes. y/n smiled largely at him and waved. chenle felt like he could faint at how wholesome he was. he waved back and sent him an endearing wink before joining the rest of his team.

"so how would you say your first practice was?" jeno asked.

"really good! i'm excited for the first meet."

jeno nodded happily.

"i'm glad we finally got a good anchor for the relay. you're gonna crush the other teams."

y/n let out a small chuckle. "so who're you waiting for?"

"my friend jisung. we're meeting some friends for dinner," jeno answered. "and you're waiting for chenle?"

"mhm!"

jeno could see the way y/n's face lit up. he laughed a bit and nodded along.

"alright, when's the wedding?" jeno teased.

y/n rolled his eyes and elbowed jeno's side. jeno laughed just as jisung came up to the two of them.

"sungie!"

jisung cringed at the name, "ew. are you ready to go?"

jeno smiled and nodded as he now got up from the bleachers.

"see you tomorrow, y/n?" he asked.

"mhm! have fun," y/n chimed in reply, giving them both a wave.

the pair began walking out of the gym, but y/n didn't miss the way jisung took a double glance at him.

"wait, that's y/n?" jisung whispered to his friend. jeno scoffed.

"yeah. you know him?"

"everyone does at this point. people are going ballistic over him."

"including you?" jeno teased. jisung gave him a side eye and continued walking.

as y/n now sat alone, he picked up his phone and began scrolling through instagram to keep himself occupied. without thinking, he went straight to chenle's profile and looked through some of the photos he'd posted. he often did this when he was missing chenle or just wanted to see him.

a few basketball players started departing from the locker rooms a few minutes later, walking through the gym to get to the exit. y/n looked up in hopes of seeing his boyfriend. he frowned. no chenle. with a small sigh, he rested his palm against his cheek and went back to his phone.

meanwhile, chenle laid his towel over his shoulder as he stepped out of the showers. he wiped his face tiredly. all he wanted to do now was go home with y/n and relax for the evening.

making his way out of the men's locker room now, chenle found y/n on the bleachers. the male looked up from his phone to see chenle walking toward him. a large grin was instantly planted on y/n's face as he got up to greet him.

"hi babe. thanks for waiting for me," chenle said warmly.

"of course," y/n replied. he took chenle's hand, intertwining their fingers as they began to leave the gym together.

"wait, isn't that y/n?" jungwoo pointed from the other end of the gym, "..with chenle?"

yangyang quickly looked where jungwoo was pointing, catching a glimpse of the couple before they disappeared from the building.

"were they holding hands??"

"what the hell.."

the two friends looked at each other in confusion.

"was that why y/n was here? waiting for chenle?" yangyang asked.

"but wouldn't chenle tell us they're together?" jungwoo countered.

they looked back in the direction of the boys, trying to process the situation before both busting into a fit of laughter.

"that little shit let us drool over y/n when they're literally dating," jungwoo laughed.

yangyang let out a small cackle. "text him and ask about it," he suggested.

jungwoo's smile never faltered as he took out his phone. yangyang hung over the other's shoulder, eager to see how their friend would respond.

jungwoo :

CHENLEEE do you wanna get dinner with some of the team tonight??

chenle :

i have plans but thanks for the invite

jungwoo and yangyang exchanged glances as more snickering erupted between them.

"he has plans," jungwoo reiterated.

yangyang rolled his eyes before gesturing back to jungwoo's phone.

jungwoo :

booo

what are you doing that doesnt involve us 🙄

chenle :

lots of things

jungwoo :

DAMN OKAY 😢

chenle :

LMAO

you guys just go, i'll meet you before the game tomorrow

jungwoo :

ur not gonna tell us about y/n? 🙄👎

chenle :

what about him

jungwoo :

THAT YOURE TOGETHER

WITH HIM

BEING TOGETHER WITH HIM

chenle :

HELPEHSKSJ

yeah he's my boyfriend

jungwoo :

BRUH ??? AND YOU LET ME AND YY MAKE ASSES OF OURSELVES WHEN WE WERE TALKING ABOUT HIM

chenle :

yeah it was pretty funny tbh

jungwoo :

maaaan fuck u 😭

chenle :

LMFOADHK

do you guys wanna meet him? he's coming to the game tomorrow

jungwoo :

yes we would love to meet your boyfriend 😒

chenle :

okay see you tomorrow !!

jungwoo sighed and turned his phone off before looking at yangyang again.

"he's a fucking menace."

"where's y/n?"

"i dunno, i can't find him in the crowd."

yangyang and jungwoo were watching like hawks outside of the gym, searching for y/n's familiar face in the sea of people that came for their basketball game.

"cause he's right here, dipshits," chenle interrupted. he watched his friends quickly turn around to see y/n by his side.

"hi," y/n waved a bit awkwardly. to be honest, he was scared of meeting chenle's friends after hearing they were quite the characters. "nice to meet you guys."

yangyang and jungwoo stood up straight and gave big smiles, as if they were meeting a celebrity.

"hi, y/n! i'm jungwoo."

"i'm yangyang! nice to meet you too! finally," yangyang joked while glaring at chenle.

"will you guys go get ready for the game now?" chenle nodded toward the locker room with a teasing smile.

yangyang rolled his eyes and grabbed jungwoo's arm to drag his along. jungwoo stuck his tongue out at chenle before the two disappeared into the locker room.

chenle sighed happily and turned to face his boyfriend.

"there you go, two of my friends."

"they seem.. fun," y/n laughed.

"on some days," chenle joked along. "alright, i should go get in there too."

"yeah, the game's starting soon, go go."

chenle stayed put for a second, gazing at y/n with love struck eyes. y/n couldn't help but smile at him. he took chenle's hands and gave him a small kiss, to which chenle quickly reacted and deepened the kiss to keep y/n with him longer. their lips moved in sync until they heard one of chenle's team members shout from inside the locker room.

"oh, if only we had a team captain here!!"

chenle pulled away from y/n, a light blush coating his cheeks. he looked down at their still connected hands with an idiotic smile.

"those fuckers, i swear," he mumbled. y/n simply snickered and let go of his hands.

"i'll see you after the game, le. i'm gonna be sitting with jeno, wherever he chose to sit. but i'll wait for you after."

"mm," chenle hummed happily while nodding. he gave y/n one last kiss before hurrying off to meet his team.

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emocxnteddie · 11 months

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!! Musicians Heart !!

Couple/Ship; Colby Brock x Male!Reader(He/Him pronouns used)

Genre; SFW

AU Where Reader Is A Punk Rock Musician.

Warnings; None.

Colby was looking at his phone, scrolling through instagram when he saw a familiar name, someone he'd known in high school. M/N L/N. He looked at the account, and noticed the pictures.

He was shocked to see that M/N was doing good, even better then Colby imagined. He saw that M/N had started a music career, which he was surprised to see.

He noticed he made music similiar to punk rock. Colby couldn't help but notice the videos and pictures of M/N on his instagram wearing quite attractive outfits, aswell as videos.

Colby quickly sent a friend request, his curiousity getting the better of him.

A few hours had passed, and Colby heard his phone go off with a notification. He looked at the phone, and noticed M/N had accepted his friend request, even sending him a message.

{Username} - Hey, you sent me a follow request, why? I mean you are way more popular on here then me.

{Colbybrock} - Well i just recognized you from high school, you M/N L/N right? I think we went to the same class.

{Username} - Huh, well yeah, i'm M/N, you also pursued a career in social media?

{Colbybrock} - Hahah, yeah, i did, hey maybe if your in LA sometime, we can catch up?

{Username} - I'm actually in LA for a concert i'm doing, perhaps we can take a drink at some cafe in town during the day?

{Colbybrock} - Sounds good! Tomorrow sound good at [insert Cafe name] around 12 pm?

{Username} - Yup, sounds great, see you tomorrow, Brock.

Colby looked at his phone, feeling himself smile. He had no idea why he was doing this, but it felt right to do it. He thought M/N looked so good in the pictures.

Colby decided to listen to some of M/N's songs, feeling himself love them. He enjoyed the way the lyrics worked together, and the beat of the music.

That night he fell asleep listening to M/N's music while thinking about the meetup he would have with him tomorrow during the afternoon.

The morning rolled around, and the time was 11:45 pm, Colby had arrived at the cafe that he and M/N had agreed to meetup. He was looking at his phone while waiting. Soon he heard the doors open to the cafe.

There stood M/N, wearing [Think of something Alt Style clothes you'd wear]. Colby smiled at M/N, and walked over to him. "Hey, M/N, It's Colby, we talked over insta yesterday!" Colby said awkardly.

M/N chuckled, and nodded, "I know, also great spot you picked out." M/N said, and Colby chuckled. "Thanks, i know it's a small cafe so not a lot of people go here, meaning we get more privacy from fans." Colby said, and sat down in a seat across M/N.

"Smart, i mean most people know i'm in town so it's good to see a place where i can get some stuff done in private without being bound to my hotel room." M/N said, and looked at the menu. Colby couldn't help but admire the way M/N looked, his [Hair style] was to die for, and his [Eye color] were beautiful.

Colby sighed, and looked at the menu he'd gotten. "So, how was life for you after high school?" Colby asked, and M/N looked at him. "It was alright, like a year after high school ended i began making songs." He answered, and Colby nodded. "That's cool, i began doing youtube with Sam, remember him?" he asked M/N, and he nodded. "Yeah, Sam Golbach, right?"

Colby laughed and nodded, "Yup, him and i are still best friends." Colby thought about Sam for a moment then looked at M/N, noticing they had made eyecontact. "Uhm-" Colby got tongue tied, and his face heated up.

M/N grinned, raising an eyebrow. "Cat got your tongue?" he said, teasing Colby.

Colby shook his head, and looked back down at the menu. "Nope.." he groaned, and sighed. M/N had noticed his reaction, which he found amusing. "It's cool if you think i'm hot, i mean i think you look good." M/N hummed, and decided what he would order.

"I'm gonna have a [Drink name] and a [Dessert], what about you?" M/N asked, and Colby became peachy pink on his cheeks. He cleared his throat, nervous.

"I'll have a black coffee and a cupcake." he said, and M/N looked at the waitress politely, "One black coffee, one [Drink name], a cupcake and a [Dessert]" M/N said, and the waitress nodded and walked to the kitchen to hand the order to the chefs.

"Did you mean what you said that you find me good-looking?" Colby asked, his voice shaky from embarrassment. M/N nodded and chuckled at Colby, "Yeah, I did." he said and smiled at Colby.

They had spent an hour talking and catching up in the cafe, and now they were walking back to M/N's hotel.

Once they got to the gate to the hotel, M/N looked at Colby and kissed his forehead. "It was nice catching up with you, Brock," he said, then left Colby dumbfounded outside the hotel.

Colby was shocked but happy. He giggled and took a deep breath. He knew he had to call up M/N some day, this was great catching up.

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binnieceo · 8 months

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"I don't support it in real life!"

Then why write about it? If for coping purposes, why post it online for others (especially actual predators) to see and consume? Then why portray those things in a positive light instead of condemning them?And you're seriously going to tell me that just because as an adult you want to see a fictional minor (that mind you, is usually designed to resemble an actual child) depicted in sexual situations doesn't mean you don't share that same view concerning children in real life? You find fictional minors attractive but not real ones? Why does the line between finding someone who is (and usually also looks like) a child sexually attractive get drawn at whether the child is real or not? I'm not calling anyone pedophiles, but if the shoe fits... And also no, I am not talking about 18 y/os finding 17 y/os attractive. Use your brain. Creating content of underaged characters is still questionable regardless of age, however.

I have some free time and you were polite in your ask, so I'll answer you since I believe you were genuine in your question.

I'll answer your question in parts, if that's alright with you!

"I don't support it in real life!" Then why write about it?

Well, it's not because I don't support something that I'm not allowed to write about it!

Fiction is just that... fiction. They are stories. I'm sure there are many stories in your folclore that depict hideous acts (such as murder, rape, incest, etc etc) but neither you or your people agree with them or think that the things done in those stories are okay to be done in real life—because stories are just stories and bad things done in stories are meant to stay in those stories.

And dark content is present in most media forms, whether you like it or not. I don't know which fandoms you are a part of (since you sent this ask anonymously) but I'll just list a few:

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic has canonical torture, murder, racism, self-harm and even genocide

The Dragon Prince has canonical racism, torture, murder, kidnapping, blackmailing and gaslighting

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power has canonical slavery, racism, murder, torture, child soldiers, child abuse and much more (its been a while since I last watched SPOP so i don't remember)

Adult shows also tackle these subjects. Doctor House, Game of Thrones, Hannibal, The Simpsons, South Park... God, even the HOLY BIBLE has stories with rape, murder, slavery and much more in them! And that's a SACRED BOOK!

If for coping purposes, why post it online for others [...]

I don't speak for everyone who sees this post, but when I post online, I post for myself. My fanfics are all completely self-indulgent. And while I appreciate my readers, I don't write with them in mind.

But on that same note, the stories are mine and I can do whatever I want with them. This is the internet and I can post whatever I want, anytime I want. If I decide I want to post a rapefic on ao3, I will. If i want the fic to be private for me and my friends, it will stay private.

Plus, other people might find my stories and relate to them or even enjoy them! I write about rape and sexual harrassment, for example, because I am a survivor, and so many survivors have found my stories and messaged me about them, thanking me for putting into words what they couldn't. It's rewarding, really. Being able to connect with people so deeply over stories.

[...] (especially actual predators) to see and consume?

I'm gonna be completely honest with you. Predators, pedophiles and the like are NOT reading ao3 fanfiction. They are out there on chatting websites trying to prey on children, or going out of their way IRL to take advantage of young family members or unknown children/teenagers.

If I crave a hamburger, I'll go out of my way to eat it. I won't open a review talking about the burger or stare at pictures of burgers. The same goes for predators. NO PREDATOR OUT THERE is reading fanfiction about Klee Genshin Impact. Me posting or not posting my fanfiction WILL NOT CHANGE THAT.

But on the off chance that a pedophile really sees an underage fanfic of a fictional character, then... that's a good thing, don't you agree? I don't know about you but I'd much rather if a pedophile read smut of Klee Genshin Impact than if they went out of their way to abuse and traumatize a real, living and breathing child that exists in real life and will suffer for the rest of their lives because of it.

Characters are just that, characters. And in fanfiction, what we write about them isn't real, it isn't canon. They aren't even canonically traumatized by what we write, but real people are.

Why portray those things in a positive light instead of condemning them?

I don't know if you've ever read my fanfics or if you're just throwing this question out there, but to me personally, I have never written about rape/sexual assault and painted it in a positive light, much by the contrary.

As a survivor, I highlight how horrible the abuse made me feel and use my characters to talk about it. Not once have I glorified or written about sexual abuse in a positive light.

But if you're not talking about me personally, then I have to say... I'm sorry? Do you learn your morals from fictional content?

Ok fine maybe you can learn a few morals from MLP like "don't lie" and "be nice", but do you really open a show like South Park with racist, homophobic jokes and go "ah yes, this is a perfect example! I should base my morals off this show"? Do you?

Are you really unable to tell what is right or wrong by yourself? Does watching a slasher movie with a charismatic killer make you go "wow! Killers are amazing! I want to be like them!" Does watching action movies make you think that it's cool to commit arson and shoot people?

If your answer is yes, then I am so sorry but there is no other way to say this other than... that's your problem.

It's not the writers' duty to tell you what's wrong or right. They are not pre-school teachers who will grab you by the hand and point and tell you what you should or should not do-The writer has one and only ONE duty: To tell a story. They can portray whatever they want to portray in WHATEVER WAY they feel like, and you're supposed to be an adult about it.

And you're seriously going to tell me that just because as an adult you want to see a fictional minor [...] You find fictional minors attractive but not real ones?

Yes, because fictional minors are... fictional? They are not real? They DO NOT EXIST?

I'm so sorry but if I ever saw a child/teenager with the same proportions that lolisho/anime gives them then i'd be calling the authorities ON THE SPOT because THAT SHIT IS AN ALIEN AND IT IS NOT HUMAN.

Children don't look like that. Put up Klee Genshin Impact next to a real child. They are so incredibly different that once you notice how uncanny it is, you'll feel weirded out because she won't even look like she's human anymore.

You wouldn't accuse all furries of fucking real life dogs just because they think their blue dog fursonas are hot, would you? (what if anthro blue wolves were real? I'd be scared out of my mind to be honest,)

It's not because you're sexually attracted to something fictional that you find it hot in real life (god bless me and my breeding kink girlies who are sex repulsed and are terribly afraid of getting pregnant)

Hey, have you heard of like, lesbians who fall in love with fictional men? (like me lmao), do you think those fictional crushes make them any less lesbian? No, because these guys are not realistic. They have blue hair, extra limbs maybe, and were literally designed to be loved and to be perfect.

There are SOOOOO many examples I could give you, but I don't want to go on and on because I got my point across

But like, you do understand that fictional characters are... fictional, right? You can't even say that they are minors because... they aren't. They don't have a birth certificate, or a family tree saved in a country's government somewhere. They do not exist, you are aware of that, right?

When a "child" or "minor" is fictional, there is no child, there is no minor. You can't touch, groom, rape or abuse something that does not exist.

Law was made to protect the children who suffered, or who are, suffering because of abuse right now.

And by that i mean, real, living breathing human children who have their likes, dislikes, hopes, dreams for the future, and families that exist.

Fictional children/minors are nothing but tools, characters, a way of expression. THEY DON'T EXIST. They don't eat, they don't cry, they don't smile. They won't do anything unless they're commanded to by the writer.

They have no lives, no mind. And they will only grow up when the creator decides that it's time for that to happen. The line is there for this exact reason.

YOU CAN'T HURT OR PROTECT A CONCEPT.

You using your time to send this ask to "defend" PIXELS isn't doing anything to help or advocate for REAL CHILDREN who are suffering in the world right now.

Honestly, this only makes it seem like you're the one who doesn't care.

By the end of it all, i have no idea why you sent me this ask. Yeah I am anti-harassment but I don't think I've posted lolisho/underage content before? (again, I stray far from these because i find them icky and triggering) So I don't know why you focused so much on fictional children rather than the other things I do talk and post about on this blog.

And before I go, I want to shine a note here:

I'm not calling anyone pedophiles, but if the shoe fits...

I don't know how old you are, but you know damn well what you are saying and what you are doing. And I'm gonna say it again: Implying or flat out CALLING people pedophiles without proof can get you into real trouble.

Don't misuse that word. It has a meaning and a weight to it. I wasn't a victim of pedophilia myself but I know that real survivors would feel enraged at the way you're just throwing out words and accusations as if they were nothing, as if those people didn't suffer because of it.

I'm asking not for me, but for any other person who may come across this post, DON'T GO OUT THERE USING WORDS YOU DON'T KNOW THE MEANING OF. You are causing more harm than good.

Also, send your asks un-anonymously next time. Don't be a coward.

Have a nice day!

#proshipper #proship please interact #anti harassment

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breadqueen95 · 3 years

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Hey Bestie, I’m back!

I can’t stop thinking about Bucky and his knife skills since I was reminded about them several times last week, so I need to know your thoughts on it! Like, does he bond with the reader because she’s also skilled with knives? Does she pretend she’s not skilled so she can get more private time with him as he “teaches” her? (Not gonna lie, I would do that) Is she a mutant or a behind the scenes member of the team or a civilian that doesn’t have those skills but wants Bucky to teach her? How does she discover his skills? Does she see him in battle or catch him twirling a knife between his nimble fingers? Does he insist on her knowing these skills so she can protect herself?

I need answers, Jenna! I need to know!

AHHH WELCOME BACK BESTIE and thank you!!! I really appreciate you trusting me with your questions/prompts/ideas, it means a lot <3

you truly had me at bucky and knife skills YEEEEEESSS LETS GO

this is definitely a longer hc but i had a lot to say. this man was the start of my knife kink THERE I SAID IT

bucky barnes x fem!reader

send me hc requests here!

bucky is a Knife Guy

we know this is absolutely unequivocally 100% true they're his thing

and listen there's something so inherently sexy about him with sharp objects I DON'T MAKE THE RULES OKAY

so i think it would definitely stand to reason that knives are something that would bond you and bucky ABSOLUTELY

so let's say you're not necessarily an avenger, but you help the team in some way behind the scenes. maybe in communications, especially since that's the one thing these bitches need the most help with (look it's a sore spot for me okay)

you had already been working with the team for some time when bucky moved to the compound

he was already so much shyer than he used to be, and hated meeting anyone outside of the immediate team. he was scared of other people's reactions to seeing the former winter soldier on one of the most beloved teams in the world

it had already been hard enough winning over people like tony, rhodey, and a few others. he didn't have it in him for much more convincing

but you took to him right away

you knew his history, of course you did. you'd be stupid not to know the background of each and every avenger

but the way you saw it, which is the honest truth in your opinion, bucky never had a choice in any of that. he deserved kindness more than anyone you'd ever met

so when you introduce yourself for the first time, you don't hesitate

you give him your most winning smile, shake his hand, and act like it was just a normal day at the office

which made the BIGGEST impression on him (as you can imagine, normalcy is hard to come by for him)

you tried everything you could to make him feel comfortable whenever you happened to be in a room together or worked together

you found that you liked his quiet but steady nature, his dry wit, and the way he always asked how your day was (turns it it's easy for heroes to forget courtesies like that who knew) (i'm looking at you stark)

bucky couldn't even choose the thing he loved most about you, no matter how hard he tried. and he's given it some THOUGHT

you're actually very much always on his mind

but mostly, he loves that you make him feel normal. you treat him like everyone else, like he's not....scary

for a man as big as he is, you'd have never thought he was a graceful fighter

until you see him training with natasha one day

you'd needed to check in with them regarding a report being sent to the u.s. department of state, and you walked in when they were working with their blades

every single move they made was EFFORTLESS. lithe, graceful, almost balletic

that's something you'd definitely expect from natasha, but from bucky?? you couldn't take your eyes off of him

whenever you'd seen him before, he put so much effort into making himself smaller. non-threatening

this was the first time you'd ever seen him express confidence, or fully show off just how talented and powerful he was

almost like the dagger was an extension of himself

bucky looked up and caught you staring, but something in your eyes made him grin at you as he paused the spar

your look drew some of the old bucky out of him, and it was an incredible feeling

his eye contact, his easy smiles in your direction, it all made you feel a little

f l u s t e r e d

you tried to hide just how warm your cheeks had gotten as you got the information you needed, then left

even beyond the very obvious attraction you felt for bucky, never more obvious than right then, you never pictured yourself actually training with him. bucky didn't either

bucky liked you well out of harm's way, thank you very much

that was until the compound itself was threatened

a small cell of international agents, probably left over from hydra, somehow bypassed stark's superior security and got through the gates

you lived at the compound; you spent so much time there, so when the option was offered, you thought it might be a good idea

you spent every evening taking a walk on the grounds, getting that fresh air steve was always saying was so good for you

you were outside when the agents began their attack

the team neutralized them swiftly and efficiently, but bucky was absolutely panicked when he found out that NO ONE had any idea where you were

he and the others searched the compound and grounds like crazy for a good hour after they captured the intruders, only for him to find you hiding in a utility shed, holding a hammer out in front of you with a panicked look in your eyes when he barged through the door

even as he wrapped you up in his arms for the first time, whispering all sorts of reassurances against your temple,

"you're okay sweetheart, you're okay. we got 'em, no one's gonna hurt you"

he couldn't stop the desperate hammering of his heart when he thought just how close those agents had come to finding you and hurting you

bucky spoke to steve and nat the next day, trying to get an idea of just how much self defense training you'd had

because if there were any sort of gaps, he would train you himself to make sure you were as prepared as possible should something like this happen again

he was definitely relieved to know you'd gotten SOME, but not as much when he learned it was just the basics, and it had definitely been some time since someone refreshed your memory

so bucky approached you about his ideas, and you agreed eagerly

you hated feeling helpless during the attack, and were absolutely kicking yourself over not keeping up with the few skills you did have

so you take the next few weeks with him and really get sharp on your defensive skills

you know you'd likely never come out on top against an attacker, and bucky knows that too. so he emphasizes running at the first chance, or getting help

"not about to risk you, doll. just gotta make sure you're ready if this happens again"

the serious purpose of these sessions aren't lost on either of you, but it gets harder and harder each week to focus with bucky's solid warmth in such close proximity

sometimes pressed up against you when you're sparring

you know you need to throw him off, but there's this small little part of you that doesn't want to

keep his arms right where they are

bucky feels similarly, even if he can't find the words to say it

he loves how you feel in his arms; the softness of your skin, the smell of your shampoo, the little smirk you give him when you do something right

but he makes himself FOCUS. this is about keeping you safe, he can't let his own feelings get in the way of that

after a few weeks, you've gotten considerably more adept with your self-defense

but even so, you can't stop thinking about the way bucky worked with his knives when you saw him sparring with nat

you can't help but feel like being able to fight with a weapon would be useful, maybe even life saving

and, selfishly, you don't want these sessions with bucky to end

he's opened up to you, shown you this softer and wittier side he doesn't let out too often

you can't help but find it a little addictive

so you propose the idea one day, trying to be super casual about it but REALLY hoping he'd say yes

"hey bucky, quick question for you"

"hm?"

he'd been looking at something at the time. maybe a little strategic on your part but you had an end goal in mind ok?

"will you teach me how to fight with a knife?"

"yeah sure--wait, what did you just ask me?"

he immediately put down his work, and looked up at you with that trademark "bucky is confused" face

we're talking wrinkled brow, slight lopsided twist to his mouth, incredulous look in his eyes. the whole nine yards

"i want you to teach me how to fight with a knife"

it took awhile to wear him down - he loved that you'd gotten better on the self-defense front, but he truly didn't want you anywhere near weapons

just kind of made things too real for him

but you got there in the end. bucky agrees that there's definitely some sense in your having more in your arsenal than your little fists, which could only do so much against opponents. especially the ones that hydra sent

he actually chuckled at the idea of this big, hulking hydra agent getting the shock of his life when you, clad in your sensible work shoes and clothes, pull a blade on them

so the two of you got started

bucky got you comfortable handling a knife first - something small to start with

including being able to move it in your hands. unsheathing it quickly. the right grip to use. things like that

which of course took longer than you'd expected

but then you really got the hang of it. you liked how it began to feel like an extension of you rather than a very foreign, very sharp stranger in your hands

bucky followed by getting you started on sparring with practice blades

thousands of repetitions. over and over again

it was hard work. it was beyond frustrating

but you actually felt like you would be able to protect yourself

that, and for someone so used to fighting battles on the other end of things with your mind, discovering your talents in the physical side of things was exhilarating

the last thing bucky felt you could learn after a few months of this was throwing knives at a target

a last resort option, of course. because then you'd be without a weapon

now that you understood knives more, the physics of them and how they worked, it didn't take as long as you were expecting

the first time you hit a target with your knife, you did something that neither of you had expected going into that day

you pumped both fists in the air, jumping up and down in celebration, bucky laughing along with your excitement

then you threw your arms around him, squeezing him as tightly as you could

that made his heart beat faster, but he'd slowly been getting used to having you close to him. touching him in small ways

but then, as you pulled back, you look into his eyes, then kissed him

yeah that made poor bucko's heart STOP

but it sure didn't take him long to start kissing you back!!

and you only stopped when nat and sam walked in on you, and you didn't even notice them until sam whistled, jolting the two of you apart

you and bucky started your romantic relationship that day, all with this stupid line of his

so...uh...can i buy you food?

sam pls you have to help him he's rusty

so yeah, knives. definitely an important part of your relationship

and let's be clear. SO CLEAR

bucky thinks there's nothing

NOTHING

sexier than you wearing that expression you always wear when you're in the middle of a fight, twirling a knife what he used to think were delicate hands

bc nah, those hands could kill if they had to

and there's nothing he loves more than that

SORRY THIS WAS EXCESSIVE BUT IT WAS FUN

#bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky's knives #it's a thing ok #violet <3 #headcanon requests #jenna's inbox #bucknasty❤️#jenna writes

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She's Not Your Daughter

Abby was a woman on a mission as she and Sam practically stalked their way towards the Mikaelson home. They had dropped Jupiter off at her apartment and left her in the care of Spencer and Derek.

"We're here." Sam said as they finally pulled up to the home.

"I'm gonna kill them for hurting our sweet girl." Abby hissed, her vampire face on display.

"Abby, think for a second. They're older than us and can kill us, we have to be strategic about this." Sam tried to calm his very angry wife.

She sighed, knowing her husband was right.

They both discussed a plan of action, and exited their car.

Sam knocked on the door and Klaus answered the door.

"What do you want?" Klaus asked surprised to see them at his home.

"We wanted to talk to you and Hayley." Sam spoke diplomatically, and Abby gave the Original Hybrid a tight smile.

"Very well, let's discuss this in private." Klaus responded just as diplomatic, which was severely out of character for him.

Walking into one of the offices with Klaus and Hayley they were met with an awkward silence.

Elijah, Freya, and Rebekah watched the four of them walk into an office and they were all very worried not just for Abby and Sam but for Klaus and Hayley as well.

"We know that you want to apologize to Jupiter. But you need to understand the emotional stress you're putting her under. She's not this 16 year old girl who you think is in your other daughter's shadow. She's a mother to two amazing kids and just helped her brother and his fiancé have kids too. You need to do what's best for her for once and not what's best for yourselves." Sam spoke getting straight to the point.

Klaus laughed, he actually laughed. "And who are you to say what's best for her? She's our daughter."

Abigail's temper was slowly slipping through. "Really? You sure never acted like it." The blonde snarled.

"Watch your tone with me." Hayley warned the other woman, her yellow hybrid eyes pulsing in and out of view.

"Let me ask you this. It's a very simple question. What is Jupiter's favorite color?" Abby asked the Hybrids.

"Green." The Original Hybrid answered.

"No. It's orange. But not a bright orange, a sunset orange, soft but strong at the same time. Okay, I have another question for you. Did you know she's a genius? Did you know that in order to save herself and her sister that she had to trigger her werewolf curse? Did you know that even after four years she still has nightmares about being sent back to New Orleans? You being here is doing more harm than good. She's caving in on herself, and it's because of you. You're supposedly her father? The man who is supposed to protect her and heal broken hearts? You're the one who shattered her heart before she could even walk." Sam spoke angrily.

"And you're supposedly her mother? The one she should go to if she ever needs advice? The one who is supposed to support her no matter what? Oh wait, you did that for Hope. You never once cared about Jupiter. Rumor has it you never wanted to be like Mikael. Well congrats Klaus, you are worse than Mikael. And Hayley, didn't you wish once upon a time wish that you had a family? You don't deserve to be a mother." Abby snarled.

"And what you two are gonna take care of her? She's a Mikaelson, she needs to be with her family. Not some half ass replacements." As soon as Hayley said that Abby was diving for her.

The two were rolling around on the ground Abby throwing punches and yelling profanities while Hayley was trying to protect her face.

"Get off of her!" Klaus yelled and tried to pull Abby off of Hayley, which pissed Sam off so now Sam and Klaus were on the ground wrestling.

The remaining Mikaelson siblings who were clearly eavesdropping heard the fighting start and went to enter the room, but they found that they couldn't even touch the door.

"There's a spell on the door." Freya realized and began trying to break the spell.

At this point Abby and Hayley were both covered in blood, they had no idea if it was their own or the other woman's but they were both very angry at each other.

Sam and Klaus were no better. They were biting each other. Thankfully, not injecting werewolf venom into each other but biting each other with their blunt human teeth.

Like children.

Eventually the four of them separated from each other. They all looked a little worse for wear.

Hayley eventually got sick of the stalemate and tried to go after Abby again only for Sam to step in and protect his wife which led to Sam and Hayley now wrestling on the ground.

Klaus was about to go after Abby but before he could even get within three inches of her he fell to the ground screaming, Abby was giving him an aneursym.

His screaming was what got Sam and Hayley to separate surprisingly.

"Abby calm down." Sam whispered in his wife's ear and she reluctantly stopped hurting Klaus.

"Come near our daughter, her mates or our grandchildren again, and you will be sorry." Abby warned as she and Sam quickly sped out of the compound.

The spell lifted as soon as Abby and Sam exited the house. Freya, Rebekah, and Elijah entered the room and were surprised at the state the two hybrids were in.

"Are you alright?" Rebekah asked as she helped Hayley off the ground.

"We've been better. He's a hybrid and she's something else. She has witch powers and is a vampire." Klaus growled.

"That's impossible." Freya whispered in disbelief.

"Now more than ever, we need to get Astrid back. She could be in danger." Klaus exclaimed growing paranoid.

"Jupiter." Hayley whispered.

"What?" The Original hybrids head swiveled in the direction of his baby mama.

"Her name is Jupiter. Maybe they're right. What if we're doing more harm than good by being here. She seems happy, she'll come to us when she's ready; we shouldn't force her." Hayley spoke a little louder.

"She is a Mikaelson and she will be with her rightful family!" Klaus roared, enraged that she wasn't on his side.

He looked at his other siblings and saw the hesitant looks on their faces.

"We will get her back. If it's the last thing I do." Klaus growled, his hybrid eyes pulsing for a moment.

Elijah, Rebekah and Freya looked at each other worried. They were never more afraid of their half brother than they were at this moment.

#tvd universe #tvd fanfiction #mikaelson #forgotten mikaelson trope #klaus mikaelson #hayley marshall #spencer reid #derek morgan #criminal minds fanfiction #crossover fanfiction

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I finally read chapter 13! I still have some catching up to do, but I think that was my favorite chapter so far.

The cave!!! Echo!! The dragon!!! Whatever the fuck is going on with Marella!! The cliffhanger!!

That cave was honestly so cool, I could picture it really clearly and I really want to know more about why Marella and Echo went there. And why Marella took Echo with her. And what the dragon’s role in all this is. And I just have so many questions in the best possible way.

I wonder if now that Marella’s found a dragon, we’ll get answers on why the dragon scale has that effect on people. I also wonder if Echo’s trying to lead the kotlcrew somewhere/to something? It seems like it has a plan of some sort because it always seems to show up when someone in the group goes off somewhere weird.

don't mind me just going back to chapter 13 because all the events of the au have blurred together and I don't remember what actually happened in that chapter. ooohhh this chapter! I'm glad you enjoyed it!!

We've gotten so far into the au that I'm starting to doubt all the chapters like does this actually make sense? am I using these plot points to their full potential? so it's really nice to hear that you're enjoying it. If you ever do catch up, I hope you like that too! There's a lot I'd like to do with these characters, so it's been really nice to see you all enjoying what I'm doing!

the cave! the little echo! I have to be entirely honest a lot of Echo's purpose is to make the story smoother and to help introduce big plot things just by existing, but there is more to it! It's not only a useful creature I can transition with and does have a larger role within the world! Not sure how much of that will be fleshed out, but I'm thinking it'll be a least a little bit more.

and Marella! What's going on with her is answered in the following chapters at least in part. I do know that I'm still writing parts of her story several chapters later, but I'm not focusing solely on her. The plot thing introduced in this chapter lasts a while. But I'm not gonna focus on it permanently and am kinda letting it find it's conclusion on its own.

also super cool that you could picture the cave clearly because I couldn't!! I just knew a few major details I wanted to stand out and went welp hope the rest works itself out. Like I wonder if I could draw a picture of the place, but then again it's so amorphous in my mind. I'm pretty sure I had to go back several times to reference my own descriptions of the place. Like I'm pretty sure I included a river but I don't remember if it was frozen or not...

all the questions! I love knowing what people are wondering about because it helps me determine what I should focus on in the future! Should isn't the best word as I'm not obligated, but I like to include focus on things people express interest in!

I have a confession. Originally neither Bronte nor Oralie sent Sophie a message at all. That was a last second addition because I know there's interest in those characters and I could reasonably work it in. It was literally a single sentence, something like "Oralie and Bronte had both sent her private messages." And I had no plan for the messages!! I figured that all out later and now it's gonna be a major plot point in the book!! So I like adding details like that based on what people comment on

I won't say what questions are and aren't answered as you've still got some catching up to do and I don't want to spoil it, but that is a fair question! Echo exists for a reason in the world, so Sophie will probably figure that out at some point in time in the future. I don't know when, but I love it enough that I simply must include it somewhere.

It does show up when things are funky a lot, which is partially because it's convenient for me in terms of writing like I said, but it's also something else going on with it--I just had to make a canon explanation for it!!

thank you for reading!! I love hearing what you think of the story!! When/if you read the rest of the published chapters, I hope you like them!! Or that at least they make sense. Everything gets more complicated the longer I write and this au just doesn't want to end!

#I have a plan for an ending #no clue when it'll happen tho #because I've introduced so many problems I need to solve #and also there are problems to solve that haven't even come up yet #but it's chill I've got a year until the next book #I don't think it'll take me that long but I want to be done before the next one #i think it'd work out well!!#I'm essentially just writing an entire fanon au book to fill the space between #quil's queries #tiergan-andrin-alenefar #kotlc wings au #wings au asks #nonsie love #shattered upside down

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whats-the-story-tc · 4 years

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13th-15th of May, 2020

"The One Where the Mask Drops"

[INCREDIBLY LONG SORRY]

Hey, I'm not dead! And to show you how incredibly not dead I am, let me tell you a story.

It's around 2 AM that Wednesday, I'm going to sleep. God knows I'm incredibly exhausted, but there's one last thing I needed to write into my diary. One last thing I couldn't go to sleep without.

"please be good to me today"

I went to sleep hoping that finally, after two weeks of feeling like shit when I thought about us, the tide would turn.

That morning, it rained. I immediately remembered a rainy Wednesday morning just like this two months ago, when the rain brought V back to me. I got very excited. Things were going to change for the better again, I felt it. Suddenly, I couldn't wait for class.

8:30 AM that morning, I'm getting ready for my 9 AM class. Google Classroom–notif. V. Private message. Uh-oh, I thought. The make-or-break moment, and not a minute too soon.

V: Thank you very much for your work!

I almost laughed out loud. "Wow, [Name], don't strain yourself!" I remember saying as I read it.

One infuriatingly boring English (as a foreign language) class later, it was time for V's class. I was ready five minutes in advance, but as I went on The Platform That Shall Not Be Named... no one was there. I found it odd. Usually, there are a couple of us by now. Anyway, I didn't enter the voice channel. I waited five minutes in solitude outside for someone to show up.

Well, V did. And I wasn't very well going to leave her alone, now, was I?

She greeted me 0.1 second after I joined. I tried not to be awkward about it just being the two of us, I immediately stroke up a conversation. I told her how I was already waiting, all the stuff you guys already know, and she asked if we had any lessons prior. I told her about one third of us having had English just now. We spent about two minutes alone together, as I rambled about the awkward and unfortunate situation and she listened, mostly in silence.

She was very audibly tired, and said very little, that much was to be expected from a 10 AM class. But... I might just be overthinking it, but I heard something there that concerned me. Something crushed and disappointed, something that told me she wasn't expecting only one person to show. There was something painfully lonely in that voice.

Bookworm Friend joined, about 3-ish minutes into class, and Debate Friend a minute or two later, but they were both muted, so I carried on. I asked V to tell us what happened in school in the past two days, what we missed out on, enthusiastically replying to everything I could, so she wouldn't feel like she was speaking into the abyss, so she'd know I was trying my hardest to be there for her. Then she brought up the tests she was correcting at the moment, even naming a really stupid mistake she encountered with a little laugh. But what really smacked me in the gut was when I brought up the small attendance, and she said: "There's nothing we can do." in this very melancholy voice, like she was giving up. She even texted the class group chat that she's waiting.

How do I know that she wasn't just simply tired, and that's why she sounded like that, so worn and discouraged, especially at first? Because as soon as the others, who don't belong in my friends' circle, started showing up, her voice and entire behaviour did a 180°, as if she suddenly woke up. But she didn't. I know for a fact she didn't. Nobody just wakes up that suddenly.

It took me until that afternoon to realise that I'd just spent 5 minutes with the real V, the same V I spoke to in early December, who didn't try to hide her emotions. Not from me.

If you only heard the next thirty minutes of class, you could never tell she was feeling sad to begin with. And there was a LOT to be heard. Starting with how she mispronounced "cheat somebody out of sth" as "EAT somebody out", which is... well... all I'm saying is, I fell on my knees and tried to laugh as silently as I could. Prime moment.

She said something along the lines of "We're all very sober here", after which I just texted my friends:

S: "Darling, you tell us drinking stories every two weeks, would you mind if I didn't believe you?"

and sometime after, this text was also sent, for which I will not be offering context:

S: "[Name], that was enough sex for 10 AM, I'm gonna pass out"

And, of course, after all that went down, V saying "you can't satisfy everyone" sounded VERY different.

At some point, I attempted to joke around, but as she was reading a message in the chat that was sent at the same time, I got quite the half-assed response. But what happened in the last five minutes? Oh, that changed everything.

Art Friend knew how upset I was that V didn't reply at all to my assignment, and I told her I wanted to talk to V about it. During class, she texted me if I still wanted it, and I told her no, because I'm no longer upset with her. And what does this madwoman do? SHE ASKS ABOUT THE ASSIGNMENTS.

V is absolutely enthusiastic, she goes on about how much she liked what she saw and how creative we were. Art Friend asks about hers. Then comes my leap of faith. It's now, or never.

"I hope I didn't go too far..." I said, a bit nervous, not knowing how she'd react. She never did like me trying to undermine myself. And you guys... she chuckled. Incredibly soft and warm and just what I needed to feel at ease. That already threw me off, but then, she followed it up with: "No, I really-really liked it." I could tell she was smiling on the other side of the screen and that she was completely honest. I had to sit down after that, because I just couldn't believe what I heard. That I really just witnessed all that, that I got a reaction I couldn't overthink and/or misinterpret, because I heard it with my own two ears, in real time. I felt like I could do anything in the world.

And yet, the next day, I didn't do my usual notes for her test. Because what did Specs do all evening instead? I was fucking singing. I couldn't deny being a goddamn theatre kid if I tried.

Friday. The day of the test. I'm restlessly taking notes in the morning, but I don't have the time to get into the analytics of poems, only the basics of the dude's life and works. It makes me incredibly frightened, because V's tests are only easy if you come prepared — if you have no clue what she's talking about, abandon all hope. I had absolutely everything open for cheating that I could open, and you guys? I lucked out. Most of the test was just "Explain what [insert quote] means in 2-3 sentences", and if there's something I excel at, as you've probably noticed, it's talking. It was easy as could be.

The only thing making me anxious were my classmates. They were all trying to ask for help, constant questions and begging, everyone is hopeless, because they couldn't give two shits about preparing beforehand. They were all assured some loser was gonna give them the answers. And the some loser was me. I gave it to them, everything except for the final, longer essay. That was private, only meant for V to read. After all, how was I supposed to show them my essay, that ends like this?:

"Even if our existence is finite, it's always worth fighting for happiness."

And yes, yes it is. Always. Look at me. I powered through weeks of a shitstorm, where every single day felt like years, where I no longer knew or cared what was going to happen. And let me tell you, the sun always shines beyond the clouds. You just can't see it yet. But GOD, you will. You will.

I needed time to write this. There's loads going on at the moment, not necessarily V-related, and I'm trying to work my way through it gently enough that I can make it the end sane and healthy. Currently, it's three weeks since all this happened. One and a half weeks left until school ends. I might get to see V in person again, but we'll see how it goes. All I know is that whatever happens, I can do it. Because even if my existence is finite, it's always worth fighting for happiness.

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

#tc #tcc #teacher crush community #female tc #female teacher crush

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Jac & Amelia

Jac: Are you okay? My parents would've paid for a cab if they weren't sober enough to drive you back Amelia: My dad was [somewhere nearby cos JJ live in town] Jac: Oh, right Jac: you seized your opportunity then, alright Jac: Is still should've gone with to make sure Amelia: I didn't want her to, she was in too excitable a mood Jac: lol, can't really fault you that Jac: you got a headache, yeah? Amelia: I got the aura so I knew it was time to leave, last time I ignored that I was sick everywhere Jac: That's fair Jac: you do not want that unless you've had a really wild night Amelia: sorry I didn't say bye Jac: well that's okay, if you didn't have time Jac: we were just worried Amelia: is Is okay? I was probably a bit rude to her Jac: Don't worry, she seems fine Jac: you know her Amelia: yeah Amelia: alright cool Jac: make sure you stay hydrated, yeah Jac: and no more screentime Amelia: I'll 😴 it off if I can Jac: Sounds like a plan 🙂 Amelia: it sounds 😕 but I couldn't stay Jac: you can't help that you get migraines Jac: it must be so crap for you Amelia: we've all got crap to deal with Amelia: I wouldn't swap Sav for hers Jac: 😢 I know Jac: she deals so well, considering how fresh it all is Amelia: Where's her boyfriend at? It's not technically a night you can get away with chucking fireworks at your mates or cars Jac: Out on the lash with his mates Jac: or something Amelia: very supportive Jac: yeah, I know Jac: oh well, she had us Amelia: you, you mean Jac: are you not her friend too? Amelia: that's up for debate, but she'd win it over me Amelia: so it probably depends what she wants the answer to be Amelia: and who's asking Jac: She definitely views you as a friend Amelia: okay Jac: No, come on, you don't think she does? Amelia: I know she doesn't Jac: Why do you think that? Amelia: I know it because she's said a handful of words to me lately & all of them are in some way bitchy or patronising Jac: How many have you said to her? Jac: and how nice have you been to her? Amelia: I don't like her, I'm not going to act like I do Jac: Then the issue is a you thing, isn't it Jac: Savannah does like you, and it's not really on to say you know otherwise, simply because that's how you feel about her Amelia: no, it's a me and her clash Amelia: it isn't one-sided Jac: Okay, if you say so Jac: but I don't see her trying to start anything with you, and like I said, I've told you she's told me privately that she likes you Jac: she knows you aren't her biggest fan though Amelia: she would say that to you Jac: Now you're being ridiculous Amelia: no I'm not, she wants me to look like I'm the dickhead and it's clearly working Jac: well no, what she wants is friends who can support her through this tough time and not make her life any more shit Jac: I really do not think she has the time, never mind the desire, to play games to make you look like some kind of villain ??? Jac: we seriously do not need to be that dramatic about things Amelia: fine Jac: it clearly isn't but I'm not going to agree with you Jac: you're not feeling well right now, you're just lashing out Amelia: you sound as patronising as her now Jac: for giving you an excuse for your behaviour? Jac: it's being gracious Amelia: I don't need to be fucking excused Amelia: I haven't done anything wrong Jac: You're being rude to Savannah and now you're being rude to me Jac: you're attacking and saying you're being attacked Jac: just calm down and we can come back to this when you aren't in such a state Amelia: yeah because she's the only one whose dramatics you indulge Amelia: I haven't been rude to her, I've made an effort Amelia: it doesn't change my opinion Jac: You're accusing her of having some plot right now, also of not liking you, being bitchy and patronising...yeah, that's rude, Amelia Jac: and oddly enough, when she went off crying, it was not about you Jac: call it dramatics if you want, but I'd say her home life situation warrants more empathy and listening to than whatever this idea, about us being against you or something, that you've concocted does Amelia: I'm not on her radar when she isn't subtly slagging me off or wishing I'd fuck off, obviously it wasn't about me Amelia: the latter is way less subtle though Jac: You're right in that I'm not indulging this Jac: you're just wrong, that's it Jac: but if you won't listen to reason, and me, then there's nothing else I can do to change your mind Amelia: you wanting me to be wrong doesn't make me wrong Jac: you having no proof for her dislking you, bar the fact you dislike her, doesn't make it true Jac: if you want to walk around thinking people have a problem with you when they don't, that's your call Jac: it's sad but it's clearly an internal issue Amelia: there's proof in every group chat if you want to go back & read it Jac: the fact you're in a group chat together, to plan to do stuff, to talk, kinda negates that Amelia: no it doesn't Jac: totally, when you hate someone and want them to fuck off, you choose to spend time talking to them when you don't have to Amelia: she doesn't spend any time talking to me Jac: well it isn't a private chat Jac: do you expect her to ignore me and Is? Jac: if you wanna have a 1x1 she'd be more than happy, like Amelia: Oh, she ignores Is plenty Amelia: but that's not my fight to have Jac: 🙄 I can assure you, we understand how DMs work Jac: if we wanted to talk just us, we would, and do Jac: and Is seems fine to me, like I said Amelia: great Jac: 🤷 okay then Amelia: 👋 Jac: I hope you feel better when you wake up Amelia: thanks Jac: Night Amelia: goodnight Jac: [hope you do go to sleep so you don't see those gay ass stories] Amelia: [you know she will because she's not actually sick soz gal] Jac: [i mean, you do have 24 hours so bit of a long shot when you're this in love lol] Amelia: [everyone gonna be seeing it including Ty who has been lowkey ignored all night as well] Amelia: [we should say she writes something but then deletes it so Jac only knows she deleted it for the sheer gay drama of it] Jac: [none of y'all got invites to this sleepover, but yes 1000%] Jac: ? Amelia: 🤨 Jac: butt-dial? Amelia: why would I be sitting on my phone? Amelia: I'm not thrashing about with a 🤒 Jac: I don't know why you'd delete a message either Jac: unless you sent me something really 💦 meant for someone else, in which case I wanna know anyway Amelia: I can nurse myself Amelia: though there are loads of lads who would put me to sleep Jac: 🙀 Amelia! Amelia: no Amelia: 🥱 NOT whatever you're thinking Jac: Sure 😉😂 Amelia: 😣 Jac: So grouchy Jac: I'd know if you were texting someone Amelia: would you? Jac: of course Jac: what secret have you ever kept from me? Amelia: I didn't need to before Jac: you don't need to now Jac: you aren't going to shock me with your thirst Amelia: I'm staying hydrated like you instructed Amelia: there's nothing to tell, which is why I pressed delete Jac: What did you say? Amelia: if I repeat it there was literally no point in deleting it Amelia: so no, nothing Jac: Well why did you? Amelia: because it's 😳 Jac: how 😳 can it be Jac: we've known each other at our most cringe Amelia: that was us both being awkward not just me making a massive tit of myself Jac: rude Jac: you're meant to disagree Amelia: alright, I'll lie Jac: you're already being very sneaky, you may as well Amelia: okay Jac: no, tell me, dickhead! Amelia: rude Jac: you're rude Jac: you know you can't just take back a message Amelia: I have & I win Jac: you can't do it without leaving evidence Jac: and I'm not just going to drop it Amelia: 🙄 Jac: why are you saying shit to my virtual face then Amelia: how else am I supposed to speak to you? Jac: I'm not going to apparate into your room 'cos you fancy having a go Jac: don't be a baby, what did you say Amelia: maybe I was saying sorry but you're so undeserving I took it back Amelia: that'd be fitting Jac: oh right, your whole conspiracy theory Jac: you forgot for a hot sec you believed in that, yeah, sure Amelia: it's typical of you to only give a shit about what I'm trying to say when I'm not saying it anymore Jac: you left without saying anything earlier Jac: then you wouldn't speak to me 'cos you were in a huff but yeah, pop off Amelia: I didn't have time to search your 🏠 for you earlier Jac: and I said it was okay but don't act like I was ignoring you Amelia: you were Amelia: but I get it, Savannah's in greater need Jac: oh my God, do you actually get it though Jac: like could you Jac: because this is really gross Amelia: of course I do, her parents are mental and it's horrible Jac: I mean, nicely put Jac: so you don't need to be snippy with me about needing to spend like 10 minutes alone so she can talk about it without my whole family standing around Amelia: I was the one who told you, ages ago, so you already know what I mean Amelia: and I'm not, I'm explaining why I left without saying anything before you hold it against me any harder Jac: you aren't just explaining though, because that was never the question Jac: you said I was ignoring YOU Jac: I said it was fine you left, you had a migraine Amelia: because it's not just about 10 minutes alone so she can cry on your shoulder and you fucking know it's not Jac: you don't like her Amelia: she takes over everything, including my birthday Jac: She was just trying to make sure you had a nice time Amelia: then why didn't I? Amelia: if she really cares so much about what I want, why wasn't it perfect? Jac: She's not a miracle worker Jac: I'm just saying she tried, can you fault someone for having good intentions? Amelia: she cares about you two having a good time, she doesn't try with me Amelia: because guess what, chucking money at something doesn't actually count Amelia: you used to know that Jac: you can't say how much she does or doesn't try Jac: maybe she's really trying, and I happen to think she is, and I've got it on better authority than you Jac: as you said, it's not as if she's had close friends before really Jac: you could give her a break instead of being ungrateful about it Amelia: you could give me a break Jac: no, you're being mean Jac: and blaming her for problems you're having Jac: like how dare she treat you? Amelia: the problem is that you used to care how I feel about things and apparently now you don't Jac: I can care without indulging pointless bitchery Jac: if you told me what was actually wrong with you, I'd listen, I'd do whatever I could to help, you know that Amelia: no, you're not listening Jac: You aren't saying anything Jac: you keep slagging Savannah off, and I counter that and then you stop Jac: what is actually going on Amelia: I've been saying the same thing this entire time, for fuck's sake Jac: When you wanna say what's actually going on with you, and think about that in a way that doesn't involve Savannah Jac: then I'm here waiting Amelia: I don't want to spend time with her, I want to spend it with you Amelia: Why can't we literally EVER? Why does she have to be involved in literally everything? Jac: We do spend time without her Jac: but we can't exclude her when she wants to be involved, she's our friend Amelia: she's not my friend Amelia: I'm trying, I am Jac: okay, she's my friend though Jac: we can spend time together, alright Amelia: okay Jac: pick a day, pick something to do, let me know Amelia: sure, put me on the spot Jac: 🙄 god, not RIGHT now Jac: but give me something more committal than that 'okay' or it won't happen Amelia: okay!! Amelia: are you happy now? Amelia: I just said how much I miss you Jac: like I'm that desperate for attention, again, rude Amelia: clearly not if I have to be the one begging you for yours Jac: oh hush Jac: I invited you to something like, literally 5 seconds ago Jac: you were the one that ruined it with your 🤕 Amelia: I didn't mean to ruin anything Jac: I'm joking Jac: I'll survive Amelia: I'm serious Amelia: and sorry, obviously Jac: it's fine, actually fine Jac: you shouldn't worry about it Amelia: if you want me to try harder, I'll try harder, alright Jac: I'd appreciate it Jac: I think she would too, and you Jac: getting along would just be easier Jac: you don't have to be like, her own personally cheerleader Amelia: I can't work miracles either Jac: you said you'd try Jac: I don't know why it's so hard for you but I can't really ask more than that Amelia: you really don't get it? Jac: No, I really don't Amelia: okay Jac: I'll leave you to it Amelia: bye again Jac: You have planning to do Amelia: you love a competition Amelia: what happens if I lose? Jac: What competition? Jac: I'm not planning anything Amelia: so it's a test instead Amelia: it's the same question Jac: we can still hang out, as you asked Jac: I'll just be bored if you pick something boring, I suppose Amelia: when have I EVER picked anything boring? Jac: 🤷 Jac: we'll see Amelia: don't 🤷 at me Amelia: you've never been bored Jac: you're so touchy 😂 Jac: I can't do anything Friday, by the way, so don't pick Friday Amelia: do you want to assign me a day? Jac: Probably Sunday Jac: I'm working after school every other day Jac: Saturday is up in the air right now Amelia: alright Jac: free time is just not a thing I have Amelia: I know, I'm not touchy about that bit Jac: I'm not going to sit here and tell you you're not boring, Amelia Jac: what kind of midlife crisis Amelia: Shut up, I don't need that from you Amelia: I'm well aware Jac: 👉😠 Amelia: you don't need to teach me sign language either Jac: you're gonna side with the 12 year old asshole on that, are you Jac: yeah that's about right mentality wise 🙄 Amelia: according to you there aren't any sides, we're all friends and everything is 🌹y Amelia: so no Jac: Jude isn't our friend, she's my sister and she's a little bitch sometimes Amelia: yeah, again, I know Amelia: Savannah's the one who needs family introductions Jac: She knows who everyone is Jac: you're being so whiny, it's just annoying now Amelia: leave me to it then, that's what you said you were going to do Jac: Yeah, and I definitely will now Jac: christ, is it any wonder I'm not electing to spend time with just you Jac: think about it Amelia: It's already all I think about Amelia: I don't want to fight with you Jac: it's not hard, Amelia Jac: as I said, Savannah doesn't devote her time to bitching about you, or anyone else Jac: nor does she walk around with a massive strop on all the time Amelia: I'm sorry Amelia: what do you want me to say? Jac: Just stop acting like this Amelia: I'm not acting like anything, that's the problem Amelia: it's how I feel Jac: You're gonna have to sort it out Jac: it's not healthy for you Jac: or good for us or anyone else Amelia: I said I'll try Jac: you've got to Jac: it's for your own best interest Amelia: yeah Jac: yeah Amelia: 👋

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hornedboy-aidens-writeblr · 5 years

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Twisted Comfort Part 1

Trigger Warnings: unrequited love, burn injury, gaslighting, manipulation, domestic violence, threatened suicide (not acted upon), blood, broken bones, assault, sickness

It was midday, about time for the lunch crowd. Muffet had finally gotten off of her feet for a few moments, relieved to have a few moments to rest before the rush.

Her ears perked up, the tips twitching at the sound of the bell attached to the front entrance. From where she was sitting at the front counter, she could see the entire café, including her best friend at the entrance.

Muffet's tail wagged for a moment, a hopeful look on her face until she saw the other girl with her. For a fleeting moment, she hoped that Pandora had come to see her.

But here she was, on her 5th date of the week. With the 5th girl of the week. That wasn't Muffet. Muffet couldn't help but to feel a twinge of, what was that? Jealousy? She could feel her cheeks growing hot and red as she hopped down from the stool, the bell on the front of her outfit jingling as she moved.

She donned her happy persona as she glided across the floor to them. "Party of two? I'm assuming you'd like to be seated in the couple's corner?"

"You know it," Pandora said, winking at Muffet.

God, Muffet knew it wasn't for her in any way other than a triumphant one, but her heart fluttered, trying to convince Muffet that Pandora liked her back.

No. They were just friends. Pandora wanted to keep it that way. Muffet knew she enjoyed flirting. It just hurt that she wasn't flirting with her. Besides, from what Muffet had seen, Pandora had a preference for older girls, and Muffet was two years younger than her.

As much as she didn't want to, she led the couple to the back, where it was more quiet and closed off from the rest of the café, and seated them at a table before she took their drink orders.

Muffet went to the kitchen and began fixing them a pot of tea, her now watering eyes wandering to the phone in her cubby. The screen was lit up, showing several missed calls and several more texts waiting for her.

She could feel warm droplets caressing her face. Was she crying? Damnit. She'd have to get that under control before she left the kitchen.

She sighed and waited for the water to boil while she placed a strainer over the mouth of the kettle they would be using and placed home grown, freshly chopped tea leaves into it.

When the water had just started to boil, she removed the pot from the stove, which she turned off, and carefully and slowly poured the water over the leaves, taking care that each drop went through the strainer. She had gotten much better at that the longer she worked there.

However, she couldn't help her mind wandering from the tea to her phone and then to Pandora.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by a searing pain on her arm. She had forgotten that she was holding the now empty pot, which had just burned her arm even she moved.

Instinctively, she dropped it, which produced a resounding clatter on the floor, and she hopped over it to the sink, where she ran cool water over the angry burn on her arm. At least now she had a reason to cry.

She held still for a few moments before retrieving the burn kit from the first aid cabinet, and she massaged burn cream into the reddened, throbbing area before she wrapped gauze around her arm and taped it on.

She cleaned up, wrote a sticky note explaining what she had used, and put it on the cabinet before she washed her hands, rolled her sleeves down and took the pot of tea out to Pandora. And her date.

"Here's your tea. Have you decided on anything else, or should I give you a few minutes?"

"We'll have two strawberry donuts," the date answered, to which Muffet bowed her head and left to get them before Pandora could say anything.

As she left their table, the bell above the door sung, and Muffet, upon seeing who had just entered, made a beeline for the kitchen, keeping her head down and eyes forward.

If anyone could look simultaneously dangerous and attractive, it was certainly the man who had entered the café. Pandora glanced up and waved, while her date watched. "Fernando! Hi."

Fernando grinned at Pandora, glancing at her date before promptly ignoring her. "Hey, Pandora, how's it going?" His voice was a calm river, carrying his words to her ears. He pulled a chair out from the next table over, twirled it around, and sat, his legs straddling the back. He had draped his arms over it, letting his wrists touch.

"On another date, huh? You should go out with me some time," he coaxed, his eyes displaying his want for her.

"In your dreams, Mortez," Pandora said, turning her head away from him and nestled it into her date's shoulder, "Besides, aren't you dating Muffet?"

Fernando pouted and shrugged. "Yeah, yeah."

"Whatever. Go talk to your actual girlfriend, Fernando," Pandora snipped, the date pouring their tea.

Fernando rolled his eyes and got up, pushing the chair back with his foot as he stood. "Fine. That's what I came here for anyway." He left the two of them in the partitioned area and went to lean on the front counter.

While this was happening, Muffet was in the kitchen, finally looking at her texts, all of which were from Fernando, each making Muffet more uncomfortable than the last.

'Wyd babe? '

'Pumpkin? '

'Muffballs? I'm waiting for an answer.'

'Muffet? '

'Muffet, you better not be hanging out with another guy.'

'I'd kill you.'

'JK!!! 🤣 I love you.'

'I'd kill him, though.'

'Hello??? '

'...'

'WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING MY MESSAGES? '

'Muffet??? I swear to god. Answer your damn phone.'

'I ain't fucking around anymore bitch. Answer me.'

'If you don't answer me, I'm gonna kill myself.'

At that point, she finally texted him back, squirming uncomfortably as she typed, 'I'm at work, Fernando.'

After sending the message, she placed the phone in her apron, washed her hands again, and brought two, strawberry donuts to Pandora and her date, walking straight passed Fernando, pace quicker than natural for her until she made it to the other area.

Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Pandora in the date's lap, and she nearly stopped walking, though she did make it back to their table, where she handed them each a donut and then went back to the front, where Fernando stopped her by pulling her tail.

Muffet closed her eyes and winced, clenching her teeth as she slowly backed up to ease the pain he had put on her spine.

"Let's talk where it's more private, shall we?" he said, pulling her by her tail into his side, where he then clamped his arm tightly around her shoulders. He led her to the hall where the bathrooms were, on the other side of the café from Pandora.

When they entered the hallway, Fernando shoved Muffet against the wall, knocking the wind out of her momentarily. "Why the fuck did it take you so long to text me back? I was here before you sent it. Give it to me. NOW."

Muffet trembled slightly and began to stutter. "Fernando, I-I-"

"Shut up, and give me the damn phone." A harsh hand swept across her face, leaving a stinging handprint on one cheek as well as a faint trickle of blood coming from her lip.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as a shaking hand reached into the pocket of her apron and handed the device over.

He promptly unlocked it and went straight to her messages, where he looked through them, trying to find anyone else she had texted when he was trying to contact her.

"Why the fuck did you text Pandora back but not me?" he snarled, shoving the phone into her face, which she turned away from him.

Fernando threw the phone to the ground, shattering the screen with his heel. Fernando grabbed and yanked her ear to his lips. "If you aren't going to text me back, you aren't going to text anyone back," he hissed.

Muffet whined softly, tears beginning to drip to the floor, though she leaned into his hand to keep him from pulling her ear too much.

After a few moments, he let go and gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumb wiping the blood from her mouth. "I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to get upset with you. I love you so much, and I don't want someone to take you away." He pulled her into a hug, where she practically melted into his arms. She really did believe that he loved her. He just had a temper.

Fernando gently rubbed her back, particularly the spot that had become sore whenever he pulled her tail. If he did that, he had to love her, she thought; he was sorry for what he did.

"Now, are you feeling better?" Fernando cooed, softly stroking her head to calm her. He had also begun to rub her ears.

Muffet purred softly and nodded. "Y-yes, Fernando," she said softly, her head now resting on his chest in a twisted comfort.

"Good. Now," he grabbed the arm which was burned and squeezed it, prompting Muffet to yelp.

"I'm sor-"

She was cut off by a flurry of assaults. A knee drove into her stomach, causing her to double over into a fist that converged with her nose. A crunch sounded, and Muffet could feel blood pooling in her nose. She didn't think about it for too long before another fist connected with her eye.

Muffet didn't want to cry, she didn't want him to think that she was weak, but she couldn't help it. "Pandora!" she called, her voice quivering and desperate.

Pandora was already on her way. By the time Fernando had landed the second punch, Pandora had gotten to him, tackling him, though she also brought Muffet to the ground.

Muffet leaned back onto the wall, tilting her head back as she took a few moments to breathe before she looked at the scuffle that was going on directly in front of her.

It was somewhat an even fight, though as Fernando tried to pin Pandora to the floor, Muffet grabbed onto his arm to hold it back, making it impossible for him to defend himself from Pandora's incoming attack. In what was a blur to Muffet, Fernando had been subdued.

The sound of sirens blared through the café, and red and blue lights danced on the walls as both police and first responders filed into the hallway. Fernando kicked at the police as he was cuffed, and he screamed at Muffet when he was removed from the building.

Pandora was at Muffet's side, watching over her as her wounds were attended to.

Muffet softly fiddled with her hands until Pandora reassuringly took one of her them into her own.

"Muffet. Why didn't you tell me what he was doing to you? Aren't we best friends? Does that mean nothing to you?"

Muffet opened her mouth to speak, then promptly closed it. Pandora sounded hurt but she wasn't quite sure what to say, but what came out of her mouth stung.

"We'll always be friends." And she accepted that is all they would ever be.

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Part 2

This is the part where I mention resources on domestic abuse and violence can be found here: https://ncadv.org/resources

If you need help, please reach out to someone who is able to help you. Don't let things get out of hand.

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 4 years

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I'm so happy to hear the kids abducted to Hong Kong got to hear and see and talk to their hero that saved them today through Zoom in Brian's phone!!!

It was so lucky and such perfect timing that he called me today while the military crews were still resting in China and Wendy was able to pinpoint their locations directly!!

He truly is their Hero and we are so lucky!

I have dreamed about him for years and for years have been waking up from nightmares telling Brian McGruff is a bad dog... But always the dream would be gone when i woke up or it was before it started happening and no one knew

I even had a feeling when I ordered the kits... So I'm not sure how these kids feel through the cracks because they were on my soul to save.

I also didn't know know about human trafficking like I do now, so I think the whole "Sabrina you just have a bad feeling because it reminds you what could happen..." Is how

A few other companies, too... I had a whole list. So Thorn is gonna check that out.

It just takes one person to prove a mood. I had a list of 17 companies that day then 26 more over the next week that I had this nag on while I was "picking on" Crime the McGruff Dog

Since I kept saying it that way in 2016 and I never ever messed up his name before they took down a list of companies associated with him according to my feelings and it was an unusual list.

So this man has likely saved nearly 30 times as many children as he could have hoped.

We will soon find out. In return he's to receive a mansion an economically stable brand new automobile. Fully paid.

Because I've dreamed of him, his voice and everything. He truly is an Earth Angel.

For nearly half a decade he's been the solution to my night terrors. I know why ask those children cried. I want to cry, too, And my tears are warm.

The children were mutated and mutilated. Arms cut off and sewn onto their foreheads and given all sorts of horrible viruses and drugs.

Tree just gave them their own fresh bodies. Replicas. Some back to the age/look they were kidnapped at, some slightly grown, according to the agreement between child and parent whichever they liked the sound of best, the child's preference being the ultimate decision maker. Their DNA4U will state and show they are replicated due to the reasons of faster healing and less overall damage that would cause future problems plus they got upgrades like bullet proofing, extra speed, strength increases, stuff like that. And extra extra heavy COVID19 instead of 3 feet you'll get it at 10 feet bad enough to kill you nearly instantly.

But they were horribly mistreated, starving, mental and physical torture, so much.

So I know to talk to the one rare person in the World that could save them and did was certainly very good heart and soul medicine.

So I'm glad he called me again and I didn't answer and Brian called back from the plane.

Yes of course. He flew to Enid then China then Hong Kong... You can make a man retire but you can't ever make a man quit. And I'm glad. Just so those kids could talk to their hero.

So lucky. Of all the hundreds of people working there he's been there only 6 months. And he took that initiative to just check...

Today living kids was 443.

Dead was 198,675 which tree ghosted back to life. (Gave new bodies)

Nearly a quarter of a million children.

Times 3 is 600k then add a zero. Looking at maybe 6 million kids and young adults...

Tree estimates 400M

So a huge round of applause and a right tight hug.

And he deserves amazing amounts of pats on the back because that list would just sat around keeping dusty.

This is that old fashioned detective work like sitting at a gas meter while some one is down trying to find out how to save people (aliens included) from dying in a gas chamber and they're up there making sure that gas isn't turned on to kill the girl doing all the work -- he couldn't hear people downstairs through the street and i could get the truth out easier and faster before they even knew and I was always happy to get the news while he was just mad and angry. So i was the better to go. Cause everyone was always happy to see me. Cause I was always super nice and all interested in what they were doing.

Now unfortunately not so much.

But Charles was starting to get nightmares after my list and had came up with 14 more companies from coming from the same way i had came up with my list... So he talked to some the other people that felt creeped out about the assignment I insisted on doing and they also all added each two and then some kept a private list... Which they slowly added after verifying the company was then clean.. It started in 2013 these bad dreams.

So every time it happened or they started their nightmares they added to the list.

Overall 642 companies we dreamed of or felt or somehow had a psychic connection to. I dreamed of kids and old people and women. Some people only dreamed about men. Some just kids.

The companies we have left is 642 to check out as they hadn't had yet done any bad and no dreams or any thing has came up since...

Which isn't happy, we now know, but good news is whatever bad has happened we can fix is super special and magical ways.

So we have Thorn, CIA, Military, some FBI and some others to check what's been going on and see.

So that's about 8 Trillion that have been affected. But at least 6 Trillion have already been retrieved.

So this one single person has done the miraculous. The biggest miracle we have been waiting for on a personal level. For me its been 7 years but 6 since 9 other people started having their dreams affected and the lists began.

So 10 of us with nightmares. Night terrors. Waking up screaming or shaking or scared. And not knowing why but having a name, a company label. Sometimes or often a place on a map... As close to the actual GPS coordinates of longitude and latitude. Wake up listing numbers for no reason. Numbers that make no sense N 316941027865389421. Over and over.

Brian would look at me "what the fuck are you trying to do Morse code?"

"I'm trying to sleep thank you very much. Alan and Naomi. 38652361 I think you just messed me up"

One person. One person can make a difference. That's all it takes. One person.

One person to make sense of all these nightmares.

We don't need to be saved from them... They didn't bother so much... We could wake up. Be safe in our beds. Joke it out.

But there's people. Innocent children. Innocent adults that wake up into real living nightmares every single day.

And one person today made the phone call to make thst difference to about 200,000 kids and over 400,000 parents. And siblings and grandparents. Friends.

Just today he changed the world for at least a million whom now have a missing child come home.

Made one million hearts smile and backs release tension and sorrow.

And now we're looking at 2 trillion lost people. Who have kids. Who have parents. Grandparents. Friends.

Were gonna have at least 6 trillion hearts heal then there's soulmates so that's gonna be 12 trillion

Due to one phone call. That was all I needed.

I had heard him say he couldn't find his soulmate... And he didn't go trying to save her or find her today

He knew it was just kids.

But he knew it was missing kids because the people getting ID kits were told not to call the police only call the dog. He could see clearly kids were being abducted and they had a rating system on "easy to kidnap to hard" and the easy were always reported within weeks.

He knew it was his civil duty to call and report it somehow... But he didn't know to who or how.. Who would take it seriously.

This crazy lady might...

Im very sensitive to red flags. He didn't even have to explain. I was already on it in less than 2 minutes.

So the world is so lucky to have him and the kids today so lucky to be in Hong Kong when we just busted 600k China's citizens home.

I mean you can't get more miraculous than that!!

You would think...

But leave it to the true McGruff the Crime Dog to make sure it did.

Because it did.

Tree will update us later how extremely far this miracle went

From one person hoping and praying and taking that leap of faith.... After 10 following their true instincts and intuition.

Intuition is so important you guys. If you hadn't understood why i hope now you finally get it.

Last night I trusted mine and we pulled 13 million from slavery. That's 26 million directly affected with soulmate syndrome. Then parents that makes it times two. So 52 million then grandparents and kids...

Then one person trusted his. And kaboom an estimated 12 Trillion frowns are gonna turn upside down.

Then we are getting these bad guys off the streets, out of their homes, immediately. Hopefully they're checked thoroughly and then killed. I'm done with this baby sitting shit. Back to good ole South Texas and manual strangulation in vans after being kidnapped...but now technology has made it so much different. Much simpler to catch someone in the act. And fuck this court system, it's WWIII. Its military. We will find them guilty without a reasonable doubt and simply kill them.

There is no fucking reason over 18 million people were kidnapped in late 2019 (after October) or in any fucking time in 2020.

What is the point of a trial? Those people whom went to jail in 1990 for 20 years for kidnapping are doing it again. I sent 700 to jail. 36 are actively kidnapping. 642 are financially benefiting. The remaining are probably dead. 12 people.

Tree says i make him laugh. They are dead.

So out of 700 they're dead or kidnapping or in the human trafficking market.

So, there is No change and no Rehabilitation. There is PROOF.

So human trafficking ass holes y'all can thank those 688. Because now you're all just gonna fucking die.

What are you gonna do to me? Not a dam thing. That's what. So think about bull shit. Cry about your stupid life. I don't care.

But I'm taking all your money to pay the victims and im killing you, human traffickers.

And you ain't doing shit about it.

And those about to be trying to hurt someone to retaliate. I already put alerts on you.

So when you're pushed out a plane in the middle of no where so wild animals can eat you... Well don't complain to me. Animals need to eat, too

And surviving good humans. Don't worry... When the bodies hit the ground. They pretty much explode so they're just ground meat basically and bones crush and they wre just big piles of food. They don't look human

So some bear isnt going to come out the mountains and be all "man I just ate something that looked like you and was mighty tastey!" The bodies are unrecognizable.

If you're curious... Idk if you still can.. We used to can look up bodies that had been tossed or jumped out of Windows. Back in 2000 I found a website and I would go through and examine them and see which were pushed and which had jumped

I could tell the difference. Anyway if they're in Google you'll see they don't look human. They're pretty gross -- some do -- so ew be careful but from the plane height trust me they do not.

And its very careful with software to show no damage to trees or animals will occur.. And the software is very intelligent and cautious and only certain types of people can access it. Like a kidnapper can't turn on the computer and see where and how. But a Clark Kent or Louis Lane or someone can. But if an evil Donald Trump sits down next to, the software will shut down. Immediately. And lock out any user until hes removed.

I'm not fucking dumb. Sometimes I just don't know what to do and Need an Earth Angel to make one phone call

Or a guilty person to confess. Or a clue. A bad dream. A nightmare in my sleep. Or being in the right place at the right time. Like when the kidnappers gas up at night at the gas station.

Otherwise I'm fucking brilliant. Overprotective and caring.

So any one tries to dump innocent people out of planes, the door simply will not open. Magic it is called. Its already happened. And it will not happen again.

Anyway for all the 007 Peirces that can stab so hard it hurts and heals at the same time.

This one is for you.

Thank you!

Lets really bust a move on that intuition. Its a life saver.

Man we are so so so so so so lucky today!!!

I couldn't be more thank ful!!

All of our military and cops that are ready and qualified and remember how to rescue from bunkers.

We need y'all. Don't forget to stay safe and well.

And our essientals and just our stay homers.

And beach goers.

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