#i don't want to spend money to read THIS dammit

[therealadothamilton]

Jfc wtf.

So, let me get this straight.

Someone is selling 134 pages of a teen targeted novel

65% AI GENERATED

in which Benjamin Franklin took a holiday in the West Indies to fuck Rachel Faucette Lavien and knock her up with baby Alex...

and it's a "fascinating read."

Mf, have you ever read ai???

[star-dust-shark]

PJO characters as dumb things me and my friends ( bonus one with my parents ) have said part two

Will: what's your type?

Nico: you

Will:

Will: that's sweet but I meant blood type

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Percy: oh fuck I'm blue now

Percy: but like actually blue

Percy: like a smurf

Percy: being sad's for idiots lmao

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Leo: everyone hates me lol

Jason: what am I??? like???

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Nico: and Axl Rose's real name wasn't Axl Rose

Percy: *crying* STOP

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Will: easiest way to come out to people is tell them that you listen to coldplay

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Nico: Im gonna fugging krill myself

Annabeth: krill????

Nico: isn't that like a fish or smth

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Piper: *knocking on Leo's door* WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE

Leo: uh shit uh erm uh

Leo: *moans loudly*

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Will: *joking* we should makeout

Nico: I really wanna

Will: what

Nico: ...

Nico: did I say that out loud

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Piper: *sobbing* why are penises so ugly

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Annabeth: math is weirdly calming to me sometimes ngl

Annabeth: *flips page over to read massive paragraphs of words*

Annabeth: *bursts into tears*

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Will: I just had to help hatch a baby chick

Will:

Will: I'm waiting for applause it was so gross

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Will: if you drink the water I'll give you a forehead smooch

Nico: *glances at water, thinking*

Nico: nah you wanna give me one anyway

Will: gods dammit

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Rachel: *GASP* MY SKETCHBOOK

Rachel: MY BABY

Rachel: *kisses it*

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Hazel: ugh I want someone to fuck me

Hazel: hahah jk that shit's nasty

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Piper: yeah I've noticed after watching you for a bit that you smile whenever Nico messages

Will: aww that's so swee-

Will: wait why are you watching me

Piper: *stares into his soul*

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Nico: I miss you

Nico: *replies an hour later* that was a moment of weakness fuck you

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Will: what if I say "darling" in a seductive voice

Nico: no

Will: u sure?

Nico: I ahdiamdveip dnsjhbksahcblaiwcbjsd-

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Will: like at first I wanted to be you but then I realized that there's a diffrence between wanting to "be you" and wanting to "be on you"

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Percy: I'm depressed

Percy: ...

Percy: WAIT I HAVE COOKIES NVM

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Will: wtf are hickeys??

Will: I'm an experimental learner btw

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Leo: omg guys look the guitar strings made my finger darker

Leo: *looks at finger* do you like watermelon, sir?

Will: you are so close to being hit in the head

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Frank: *points* haha you've been fingered

Hazel:

Hazel: love... no

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Thalia: OMG IM GONNA BE BREATHING THE SAME AIR AS RYAN GULDEMOND

Reyna: technically you already are

Thalia: *passes out*

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Octavian: ugh I'm so single

Nico: *sighs* me too

Nico:

Nico: WAIT I CANT SAY THAT ANYMORE

Nico: FUCK YEEEEEEEEAH *smashes table*

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Annabeth: what's ur favourite animal I'm gonna buy you something

Percy: shark but don't waste your money

Annabeth: but my parents told me to spend it on something important

Percy:

Percy: *cries*

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Will: I'm autism!!

Will: *turns to Nico, wiggle eyebrows* I could be in you

Nico: tism rizz????

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Frank: I love these drama videos

Reyna: *massive bags under her eyes* why do you want more drama wtf

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Jason: honestly scared to sit on the edges of chairs at my trans boyfriend's house

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Percy: *over text* jason are you gay for me

Jason:

Jason:

Jason:

Jason: no gtg

Percy: he's hiding something

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Piper: don't mean to be heterophobic but why is straight porn so gross

Nico: agreed gay porn is much better

Piper: IM SORRY WHAT

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Percy: are there any not cool lesbians

Reyna: I mean they probably exsist

Annabeth: no

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Leo: *sighs sadly* cock and ball torture

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Will: guys I learnt how to play my favourite song on guitar *starts playing good lookin by dixon dallas*

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Leo: *playing adopt me*

Leo: chat chat guess what I'm on acid

Percy: KARMA'S A BITCH

Percy: I SHOULDA KNOWN BETTER

Leo: wait since when do you play adopt me

Percy:

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Reyna: yk those yummy smelling shampoos

Nico: yea

Reyna: well I went to walmart and thought I found some and started smelling it but this lady was giving me weird looks

Nico: oh?

Reyna: yeah

Reyna: so uh

Reyna: it was lube

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Will: hey bbg *winks*

Nico: I will slam you down and makeout with you right now

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Percy: hi

Jason: hi

*leaves swirl around them*

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Leo: don't mind me just massaging my clit

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Leo: NICO GET UR GYAT OVER HERE

Nico: WHAT????

Leo: *points* HOMOSEXUAL TENDANCIES

Nico: WHAT DID U SAY

Leo: HOMOSEXUAL TENDANCIES

Nico: OH

Nico: I HEARD SEXUAL TENDANCIES

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Leo: *singing* coked up dick sucking hoe?

Jason: *walks in*

Jason:

Leo: oh haiiii

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Leo: how does it feel to be Draco Malfoy

Jason: idk how does it feel to be tweek

Leo: idk pretty good

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Reyna: you don't deserve it

Percy: yeah I do

Percy: I've been a good boy

Percy:

Percy: jesus I just turned myself on wtf

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Leo: *in sad voice* I'm a cheeseburger

Jason: a sexy little cheeseburger

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Will: *gets text from Nico*

Annabeth: SIMP

Will: ???

Annabeth: YOU SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPP *has siezure*

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Will: darling

Nico: *throws phone, screams into pillow, face red* I hate that man

anyway part three will cum ( pun intended )

thanks to @crowwolf8 @justagremlinoncaffeine @localcosplaymushroom @secret-mewtwo and my om and dad for being inspiring an shit

[ogh-rambles]

Rewriting Fate - Chapter 1

prologue > chapter 1 (you're here!) > chapter 2

word-count! 1.1k

warnings! none unless u count heart-wrenching angst as one

tag-list! @shizunxie , @sam-screams , @swivy123 , @thenyxsky

“... Who’s there?”

His raspy voice echoes around the room and you wince, head against the wall, barely hidden underneath the window.

You wonder how painfully long he had been crying for before you had found him.

Just a few seconds ago, you had ducked down after making direct eye contact with the one… character? Person? Person, you had dedicated hours of your time to.

Levelling him up, ascending him, pulling for his damned weapon (even after losing it to Itto’s claymore), maxing out said weapon… You practically gave him the luxury Genshin treatment. Your face falls with a thin-lipped smile, knowing how much real-world money you had to spend for this man. 

However, ‘this man’ was also currently on the other side of this thin wooden wall. Your mouth goes unbearably dry.

Heartbeats thud deafeningly in your ears as you hear a shuffling of fabric and then an abrupt thud. Shoulders jerking, your poor heart leaps to your throat at the sound.

Hearing nothing but stillness and the sound of your unsteady breaths for the next few moments, you begin to grow worried. What if he fell over? Hurt himself? You remembered that since he's only just been 'let free to roam' by his creator — that was but a small while past his initial creation.

At this thought, you find yourself nervously making your way into the darkened hallway through a rickety old sliding door. 

Sure enough, he lay there, albeit in a more crumpled manner than you last saw him in. Dark indigo hair splayed out around his head like a halo, his veil discarded beside him. Alarmed, you rush towards him, kneeling at his side as your hands hover over his limp form. Did your appearance break him already? Oh god--

A cold hand grasps blindly at your clothes, tugging at your shirt as the prototype lifts his head. You jolt in surprise, not making any noise or movement as if he were a cat you were coaxing.

A few mumbles of inherent words leave his lips. You frown, leaning in a bit closer to hear what he's saying.

"...Why are you here?" He finally speaks, voice thready and weak. 

Pausing, you let the silence linger for only a second before responding, just as quietly as he had. "Well, I heard someone crying and I..."

You trail off. What did you even think to achieve, in following his cries, in walking into this domain?

"I wanted to help...?"

To your horror, it comes out more like a question rather than an answer because, to be frank, even you didn't know why. You hope that he doesn't ask you to elaborate because you don't believe you could give him a proper answer.

His eyes meet yours again, miserable and confused. A look, much too innocent for who he will become... and what he will go through in the future. Unsettled by your darkening thoughts, you fidget under his unyielding gaze.

"Why do you wish to help... me? I don't even know who you are."

Your heart sinks at his very reasonable question. Dammit, what were you meant to say? 

‘Oh, it's nothing! It’s only because I know your entire backstory, and character and have read through your character stories an unhealthy amount of times.’

You'd rather eat your foot.

Reluctant to scare him once more, you attempt to smile at him as you gently take the hand that is so tightly gripped at your sleeve.

"You don't have to know someone to want to help them." You explain, making yourself comfortable in front of him. "Plus... Who says we can't get to know each other now?"

Looking down at him with kind eyes (or so you hope it comes off that way), you tilt your head. "What's your name?"

Kunikuzushi? Scaramouche? Wanderer? He pauses, his eyes wavering and breaking away from yours. Your heart drops at his crestfallen expression.

"I do not have one." His voice breaks, along with your flimsy heart.

You have to physically restrain yourself from spilling what his mother had wanted for him, that she never left him with the intent of abandoning him, never wished upon him the life he was destined to experience.

Barely concealing a frown, you quietly sigh. Fate can be cruel but Gods can be even crueler, you felt.

"That's okay. I don't need to know names to get to know you." You lightly squeeze his hand in yours. "Is it alright if I ask you what happened?"

The forlorn expression swiftly morphs into one of pure heartache as his eyes go glassy. The hand that barely clutched back in your hand tightened ever so desperately around your own, and you narrowly held back a wince at the pain.

You almost forget that he was made with the hands of a God. It was reasonable for him to rival the strength of one.

"My creator... My mother left me without saying a word." He croaked. "She didn't stop to look back at me once."

Your brows furrow as you watch him fruitlessly attempt to hold down his tears. Tears that had led a god to deem him too vulnerable, too fragile, too emotional to uphold such a title as 'The Raiden Shogun's Puppet.'

Reaching over, you place your unoccupied hand on his shoulder. Feeling it shudder and quiver with every concealed cry, you see his teary eyes flick over to you, wide and lost.

"It's okay to cry once in a while." You say. "It's only human."

He looks down at himself, confused.

"But," He spoke in hushed tones, his unoccupied hand reaching up and resting on his chest. "I am not human. I do not own a heart like you."

You knew well of that. But at this moment-- you think he feels nothing but human. Now that he sits in front of you, bearing his sorrow, you can’t help but see this character that you had watched develop through a screen, as a real being. 

"Well, I think... you seem to be very human." You give him a lopsided smile. "Maybe even more human than me." 

(The dam floods and shatters, taking him along with it but he holds onto you for dear life and... and you let him. Your warmth is a sharp contrast against his cool hands and face-- but it is ever so comforting as you wrap your arms so tenderly and kindly around him.)

He feels safe.

You decide to give him a name. In your head, of course, you didn't wish to give him a name that he did not choose.

In the end, you end up with the name: Kuni. For now, anyway.

Speaking of whom, Kuni had stopped sniffling quite some time ago and was now sitting up-- studying you with blatant curiosity. You sweatdrop under his fixed gaze but you're glad he looks much calmer than when you first found him.

"You never told me your name." He suddenly spoke, making you jerk.

"Ah... Did I not?" You laugh nervously. He simply stares at you with wide shining eyes, expecting you to answer. Obviously.

Sighing deeply, you decide to tell him your name with a twinge of reluctance. 

You know you probably shouldn't interfere with his past, despite how badly you long to push him on a path to a better... happier, content life. You also know that it most definitely would change a lot of things in the future. You didn't want to risk that. For both of you.

He echoes your name, looking more content as time passes. 

"Now, we know each other!" You grin despite your inner turmoil, pleased that he’s feeling better than before.

Kuni timidly smiles back at you. It's one so small and gentle, so out of character for his present self as ‘Scaramouche’, 'The Balladeer, the 6th of the Fatui Harbingers' and 'The Wanderer'.

You think could die happy knowing that you made him smile, you think to yourself giddily, not noticing his stare.

There is nothing but pure wonder in his eyes. "Yes."

[afewproblems]

Difficult Days Part Five (Psych AU)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Read on AO3

By some kind of miracle, Shawn ends up getting sentenced with community service and probation. 

If you can call Mrs. Guster talking to their neighbor and somehow convincing Mr. Clarence not to press charges a miracle, which Shawn is definitely leaning towards.

But it isn’t quite enough to get Shawn off scott free.

He still confessed to taking the car to a cop, the fact that said cop was his off-duty dad seemed to be a moot point. 

By another miracle, Mrs. Guster is also beyond hesitant to let Shawn go home after overhearing the conversation between him and  her son. 

So, Shawn moves in with the Gusters that night. 

Just for a little bit, Shawn insists, just until he figures out what to do.

With Joy away at university there’s a vacant room available just across the hall from Gus upstairs. It’s slightly larger than his old bedroom, painted a fair sky blue and covered in posters of Mario Lopez and Michael J. Fox. There are also several awards and trophies on a shelf above the bed with a fine layer of dust on them, a few for speech and debate, one or two for volleyball. Shawn remembers when Joy would have tore a verbal strip off him for so much as stepping a toe past the doorline, he snorts at the thought of her seeing him not only sleeping in her bed but snooping through her accomplishments.

Mrs. Guster tells him to ‘make himself at home’, apparently unphased by Shawn’s insistence that this is temporary. It doesn’t help that he doesn’t have much to make himself home with, having gone back to his dad’s house only once to grab some extra clothes and the shoebox of money he’s managed to save up over the last few years. Money he had been saving to buy Anthony one of the last books he was missing from his encyclopedia set, not that Shawn really had to worry about that now. 

It is, however; just enough money to start seriously considering where exactly he is going to go.

They don't talk about the arrest, or the days that Shawn spends picking up trash on the side of the highway. But, without fail, Mr. Guster or Mrs. Guster are always there by the time his shift is done to pick him up.

They don't talk about Henry either.

The one time the senior Spencer called the Guster residence, it was Shawn who answered and at the sound of his dad’s voice, Shawn left the receiver off the hook and closed himself off in Gus’s room for the rest of the night. 

So they don't talk about it. 

Not that The Gusters as a group don't want to, based on the looks Mrs.Guster shoots him when she thinks he's not looking, or the way Mr.Guster holds his breath on his days to pick Shawn up from his community service.

Gus seems to be the only one who doesn't get the tactful memo from his parents.

“I think you should call your dad,” Gus tells him one night after Shawn's fourth week at the Gusters. 

Shawn stills where he is sitting at Gus's desk, and spins one of the sides of the unsolved rubik's cube in his hands to hide the slight tremor.

“And break my new streak?” Shawn manages as lightly as he can, he keeps his eyes focused on the puzzle in his hands rather than his friends face, ��I think this is the longest I've managed to go without a classic Henry lecture so I don't think so Gus”.

“Besides,” Shawn scoffs, tossing the cube suddenly up in the air and catching it deftly, “I'm sure he's ecstatic about not having to deal with me anymore, he got exactly what he wanted, who am I to ruin that for him?”

“Shawn--”

“Gus,” Shawn attempts to match Gus's tone but there’s a tightness to Shawn’s voice that he can’t hide.

Gus sighs and drops flat against his bed, the springs squeak loudly as he shifts to bring his arms up to fold them behind his head. 

He stares up at the ceiling for a beat, almost long enough for Shawn to hope his friend will drop it.

 “It's just--”

God Dammit. 

“He's your dad”.

Shawn chews on the inside of his cheek and says nothing, tossing the puzzle into the air again.

The silence in the room feels suffocating. In his periphery he can see Gus open and close his mouth again and again as though trying to find the right words to change Shawn’s mind about this. 

“Look,” Gus says eventually, “I know your mom left and that was rough”.

Oh Hell to the no. 

Because it has been nearly a year since he’s heard from his mother. Since she packed up and left Santa Barbara, left Henry.

Left Shawn.

He swallows heavily as Henry's words from the station echo again and again in his mind.

This is going to kill your mother.

Said so matter of factly, like Henry knows anything. And no, Shawn certainly doesn’t want to talk about Henry or the fact that he’s felt more at home with Gus and his parents than he has in the last decade.

“Gus,” Shawn says sharply as he puts the cube back on the desk with a little more force than necessary, “drop it”. 

Gus sits up then, his face pinched in a frown as he looks at Shawn now, “dude, you have to talk about this”.

Shawn swallows a curse and tries for a smirk, “that’s where you’re wrong Gus,” he says with a laugh, “I don’t have to talk about anything”.

“Come on--”

Shawn laughs again, cutting Gus off; this time the sound is tinged with something slightly hysterical.

“Do you know what he said to me that night,” Shawn spits out as he stands up from the desk chair, “just before he left me at the station?”

Gus sits up straighter now with wide eyes, but Shawn can’t stop now as the words just keep building in his throat.

“Henry, said that me being with Anthony was going to kill my mother, like I'm some disease, like he knows anything about what mom does or doesn't hate, he's the reason she left us, not--not…”

Shawn snaps his mouth shut, locking the words behind his teeth but he doesn't need to finish the sentence for Gus to hear the rest. 

Shawn winces at the stricken expression on his friend's face and stands up from the desk chair. 

Everything had been fine, well, it had been manageable. Hadn't it? 

If he didnt think about Henry and the look of disappointment on his face that night, about Anthony and the hole his absence had left in Shawn, about his dreams of being a detective going up in smoke. 

It was manageable, at least until Gus felt the need to poke and prod and pull at the fragile status quo that had been established.

God, he can't be in here anymore. It feels as though the oxygen has begun to slowly drain out of the small bedroom and Shawn can't breathe. 

He takes a step towards the barely shut door and wrenches it open before launching himself down the hallway and towards the stairs. 

Gus calls his name but Shawn doesn't stop, he can't. 

He only manages to come to a halt as he collides with a tall body at the bottom of the stairs. The body huffs out a startled ‘ooof’ as he bounces off, knocking a basket of folded linens to the floor.

Shawn looks up to see Mrs.Guster staring at Shawn, her brow pinched into a concerned frown. 

“Shawn honey what's wrong? You're all flushed--”

Shawn's mouth opens and closes but he can't find the words, his breath comes in short sharp gasps that leave his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. It feels like he’s about to crawl out of his skin and fly apart.

“Shawn, you have to slow your breathing down or you're going to pass out,” Mrs. Guster says as she places a gentle hand on his chest, “slow, come on, Burton you just stay upstairs for a bit okay?” 

Shawn lets his gaze rise to the landing, to where Gus watches with wide worried eyes. 

He hasn't had many panic attacks in his life and only knows what they’re called after his mother painstakingly explained what had happened to him after finally being released from the trunk of his dads car when he was nine --an incident that left Shawn out of sorts for hours afterwards. 

He had passed out that time, his breaths coming far too quickly and shallowly for the oxygen to properly travel to his brain --Henry's explanation that time. It was hard to look at his dad the same way after that. 

“That's it, a little slower now,” Mrs. Guster soothes again, she has the exact same pinched expression that Gus had earlier and Shawn can't help the shame that curls in his gut for putting it there, for overreacting to nothing--

“Burton,” Mrs. Guster calls up the stairs, interrupting Shawn’s thought as his breathing slowly begins to calm, “come put away this last load and then join us in the kitchen, I think this might call for a tea”. 

Mrs. Guster moves her hand from Shawn's chest to his shoulder and pushes him gently towards the hallway leading to the kitchen.

It's clear that the kitchen is the heart of the Guster home. Whereas the Spencer kitchen has always been a utilitarian room where most dinners were made and eaten in separate rooms; the Guster’s kitchen feels alive, even when empty. 

The Gusters move in and out of the kitchen, coming together before departing like the tide every day, but always coming back to this shared spot. With a large bay window overlooking a sunny backyard, a well loved dining table with six mismatched chairs, and a huge, but well organized, dry erase calendar on the fridge filled to the brim with events and deadlines, the presence of everyone in the house lingers. 

Shawn pauses at the calendar and smiles briefly at the list of names in Mrs. Guster’s careful cursive lettering. Each Guster family member seems to have their own marker colour to differentiate their schedules and Shawn’s eyes widen as he sees his own name written in a bright orange just below Gus. 

He feels his chest begin to tighten again and quickly looks away from the calendar before the urge to bolt takes over once more. 

Mrs. Guster bustles around the cabinets, taking out a wood box from a higher shelf in the corner and a blue teapot next to it.

She sets them down on the counter and then steps towards the stove, “here, take this,” Mrs Guster says as she hands him a silver kettle, something Shawn has only ever seen on the set of a Murder she Wrote episode, “fill it up to the line inside and then put it to boil”. 

“Mrs. Guster,” Shawn says slowly, looking from the kettle to the stove, “it's like, 91 out today…” 

She turns from the counter, her eyebrow raised just enough for Shawn to immediately dash to the sink to fill up the kettle. 

Mrs. Guster laughs quietly as she turns back to the counter, “I know not many people around here prefer tea that isn't iced and sweet to the point of indigestion”.

She takes two tea bags out of the wooden box and places them in the teapot before reaching up to another cupboard to select three mugs for them. Shawn brings the kettle to the stove and gently places it on the front left burner before cranking the heat to the highest setting. 

“But sometimes,” Mrs. Guster says, stepping past Shawn to flip the whistle down on the kettle spout, “difficult days like these need something that forces you to stop and focus on doing something for yourself”.

She guides him over to the dining table, gesturing for him to sit with one hand while she pulls out a chair for herself with the other. A throat clears at the entryway and both Shawn and Mrs. Guster turn to see Gus scuffing his foot against the baseboard. Mrs. Guster wordlessly gestures towards the mugs she left on the counter before taking a seat at the table next to Shawn. 

“That pause is important, even if it's for something as small as making a proper cup of tea,” she continues as Gus brings the mugs over and takes his own seat on the other side of Shawn. 

He looks worriedly between Shawn and his mom and the kettle on the stove which has begun to simmer. 

“I’ve taught both my kids to do this when they are having a hard time, I think it’s your turn now, okay?”

Shawn looks down at the table, picking at a hangnail on his left thumb, his blinks against the sharp sting and pressure behind his eyes, the second time this woman has tried to make him cry in the span of a month. Shawn chews the inside of his cheek and takes a deep breath through his nose, releasing it slowly until he’s sure that he’s got a handle on his emotions once more. 

“Even if I can’t stay?” Shawn whispers eventually, the words slightly strangled as he clears his throat.

Mrs. Guster is quiet for a moment that seems to stretch on for ages, he can feel Gus and his mother both watching him and raises his eyes to meet their gaze. The water in the kettle has started to boil, the steam and bubbles force the air out of the whistle in small bursts that cut through the quiet kitchen. 

No one speaks until Gus stands up abruptly to stomp over to the stove and wrench the kettle off the burner before turning off the stove top with a vicious twist of the knob. 

“Burton,” Mrs Guster says warningly as Gus pours the hot water into the teapot with his back to the table. He silently finishes adding the water before walking the kettle back to the stove to place it on one of the unused burners at the back. His movements are less sharp than they were a moment ago but his expression is pinched into a grimace as he grabs the tea pot and places it on the lazy susan in the middle of the table. 

Gus stands there for a moment, his gaze pivots between Shawn and the kitchen entrance where he emerged from just a moment ago and Shawn feels his breath stutter the longer that Gus stands there. 

“Burton,” Mrs. Guster finally snaps, pointing at the chair beside her with finality, “stop hovering and sit your ass down”.

For a second, Shawn worries that Gus might not listen, that he might simply walk away and face his mother’s ire later rather than be in the same room with him for another second, but eventually Gus sits.

Mrs. Guster nods at her son once before taking a deep breath and turning back to Shawn.

“You can stay here as long as you need, and if you don’t need to then we aren’t forcing you, just like we aren’t forcing you to do anything else you clearly aren’t ready for, right Burton?” 

Gus says nothing, crossing his arms over his chest tightly as he glares at the table. 

Mrs. Guster’s lips purse slightly but she shakes her head and continues, “we will be here when you are ready, we aren’t going anywhere, okay?”

Shawn nods as Mrs. Guster reaches out to pull his hands apart, saving his hangnail from another vicious pull, she gives it a pat and then moves to stand up. 

“I think I heard the dryer go,” she says with a pointed look at Gus, “I’ll be right back, you boys just let that tea steep a minute”.

Mrs. Guster reaches out to pat Gus’ cheek with the same gentle touch she gave Shawn’s hand as she moved past him. Gus just scowls harder and remains silent, the arms across his chest tighten even more as Mrs. Guster sighs and leaves the kitchen. 

It wasn’t supposed to go like this, Shawn was going to introduce the idea of him leaving slowly. Hell, even he hadn’t really thought the idea through until this moment. Sure, he’d been eyeing his stash of cash the last few days, but that didn’t mean he had a real plan thought out. 

And even if he had, there was only a twenty percent chance he’d bother following it. 

“Gus,” Shawn tries softly, scooching forward on his chair until he’s barely perched on the edge of it. 

Gus doesn’t look at him, lifting his eyes instead to stare at the wall. 

“Gus, come on,” Shawn says, a pleading note in his voice, “I can’t stay here, I--too much shit has happened--”

Gus scoffs, his eyes finally landing on Shawn,”no, you come on, we were helping though, you being here was helping”. 

He breathes out sharply and scrubs a hand over his face before dropping it on the table, “you have us now, mom and dad, you don’t have to leave!”

Shawn opens his mouth again to argue but Gus cuts him off by pushing away from the table, the legs scrape against the linoleum and both boys wince at the sound. 

Neither move for a beat, the only sound in the kitchen is the soft ticking of the Kit Cat clock on the far wall, the cat's eyes seem to flick between Gus and Shawn as though trying to suss out the outcome of this terrible conversation. 

Join the club buddy, Shawn thinks miserably. 

“I don’t get this at all,” Gus breathes out, shaking his head, his fingers tap a nervous beat on the table.

“I know,” Shawn says in a pained voice, his seemingly endless ability to pull words out of his ass to fill up a strange or awkward space has abandoned him.

Gus glares quietly, his body tense as though ready to jump out of his chair and leave the room at any time but eventually he sits forward, his expression serious.

“How are you even gonna get out of here,” Gus asks matter of factly, “you don’t have a car”.

Shawn nods at that, it was a good point --one that gave him the smallest sliver of hope.

“I have some money saved--”

“And you still have like twenty hours of community service left,” Gus speaks over him, holding his hand out while the other counts on his index and middle finger. 

Shawn feels the barest hint of a grin beginning to pull at his lips at the reasons. Of course Gus would have a list of contingencies ready for Shawn to worry about in a mere thirty seconds of thinking about this --more than Shawn had even considered in the last few days. 

He huffs out a laugh, “I wasn’t planning on walking out the door today you know?”

“You weren’t?” Gus says in a small soft voice, and Shawn feels himself shaking his head.

“No,” he insists fiercely, “of course not”.

Gus looks at Shawn for another beat, his eyes searching his face as though trying to find even a touch of doubt there, before he stands abruptly and tugs Shawn into a firm hug.

“You better call like, every week, so we know you’re okay,” his best friend whispers into his shoulder as Shawns arms come up to return the hug. He feels another laugh bubble up out of his chest as he nods frantically. 

“Or write,” Gus continues, “or something, just, so we know you’re good…and you have to make sure you come back”.

Oh.

Shawn hadn’t thought about what would happen after, after this trip, this solo adventure, if there would even be somewhere for him to come back to. 

Of course he could count on Gus.

“I promise,” Shawn says, his voice thick as he tightens his arms around Gus even more.

“Don’t, don’t you dare,” Gus warns, his own voice wavering, “when you cry, I cry Shawn, jesus”.

Shawn barks out a wet laugh into Gus’ shoulder and presses his eyes into the collar of his best friend's shirt, “you started it,” he says, the words muffled by fabric and a bony shoulder. 

They let go, turning away from one another to discreetly wipe their faces as Mrs. Guster comes back into the kitchen with a wide smile. She looks between her boys fondly and steps past them towards the pantry where she takes out a bottle of honey. 

“That tea’s got to be well steeped by now,” she says sagely as she takes a seat at the table once more, “but I think it needed it”.

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[misscherry-26]

The Billionaire and the Stripper. CHAPTER ONE.

Summary: Billionaire businessman, Ari Levinson, seems to have everything he could ever want: wealth, power, and success. But beneath the surface, he is haunted by his troubled past and the demons that have plagued him for years. Y/N Y/L/N is a stripper struggling with dreams of a better life. She may not have much, but she knows how to survive and make the most of what she has. But when one night Ari walks into the club Y/N works at, he is immediately captivated by her presence and drawn to her in a way that he cannot explain. As they embark on a passionate and intense relationship, they must confront the challenges and obstacles of their vastly different lifestyles. Can Ari and Y/N bridge the gap between their two worlds and find a way to make their relationship work? Or will their differences prove too great to overcome, tearing them apart forever?

Pairing: Billionaire! Ari Levinson x Stripper! Reader

Warnings: Mature content. Mention of the objectification of women (slight).

Author's note: I'm so excited about this series. My officially first series and also my first time writing Ari. This maybe don't show much about them yet but next chapter we are going to have more of Ari's pov. Let me know your thoughts about this first chapt after reading it if you want. Enjoy it!!

Series Masterlist.

Y/N

Again. You sigh.

Again you will need to explain to Rita that you won’t be able to pay this month’s rent. Neither will the previous month's. But hey, this is what it is.

“I can lend you money Y/N, you know that right? And then you give it back to me when you can, there's no rush.” Leslie, your faithful co-worker who is also your best friend outside of this place, hugs you from behind. You are sitting in front of the locker room mirror, there is a small wallet on the makeup table, some money inside it, and a couple more in your hand.

"Les, no. I appreciate it but really, no."

Your friend sighs. "Why don't you let me help you?"

You turn your back to the mirror for a moment to look at her. “I am not going to take away what little you have, it is yours. enjoy it."

“If by enjoying it you mean spending it on grocery shopping to survive the whole month, Wow Y/N! What a party I'll have!" Leslie intones sarcastically as you smile, but not out of happiness or grace, more of a hopeless smile.

“Someday my friend,” she turns you around, taking you by the shoulders so that they both face the mirror, “someday, money will rain down on us, we will get out of this joint and we will achieve our goals.”

"I hope so Les, I hope so."

“Good news!” Les jumps behind you, scaring the soul out of your body.

“Dammit!” you say, even though the word is distorted because your mouth is full of food. Your dinner.

Sometimes you wish to eat at some restaurant, order food, like pizza or a big hamburger. You sigh. Clearly, some leftover pasta is going to be for now.

"Stop eating. I have a job for you baby girl." Clapping her hands she smiles and sits in front of you. "Listen, Amanda got sick so she isn't coming tonight and I heard Susan being so fucking sick with not canceling this one. This one is a new client".

"And?" You say, your mouth still filled with a new bite of your food.

"What kind of shows does Amanda do? Duh Y/n! VIP ones!"

You close your eyes, stunned. "Don't shout at me!" You laugh and cover your ears.

"Sorry," Your friend giggles and takes a pause before continuing. ”But back to the important thing, guess who will replace her? You!”

“What?” You almost choke on your food while getting up. "I can't, Les! You know I don't work in those shifts anymore since he…"

"I know, I know. Don't even mention him, okay? Don't, that's in the past. He doesn't come here anymore, and you know." She reassures you, hugging you at hitting such a sensitive topic and experience of your life. But your friend is right, that's in the past.

"Yeah, sorry I–Thank you, Les, really".

Your best friend brokes the hug and smiles. "Does this mean you are going to do it?"

You nod, silently telling her that yes. Leslie jumps and claps her hands, leaving you standing there for a second as she takes her makeup bag and puts it on your desk.

"Sit down, let's get you ready for it baby."

ARI

Patience is not a quality of the big, tall, beefy man who is sitting on the sofa in the room, whiskey in hand.

He has been waiting twenty minutes for today's supposed company. When clearly, at the entrance, he asked everything to be ready in less than ten.

Ari sighs wearily, drinking what's left in his glass. He gets up to refill it once more, taking a moment to look at the rest of the room.

The walls were stained red, except for the ceiling and floor, which were black, as dark as being lost in a forest in the middle of nowhere. From this, it hung a chandelier that gave warmth to the environment. In front of him, a stage, not a very big one, enough for one person, accompanied by the sofa in which he was sitting until a moment ago. Ari walks over to it again after getting his drink and sits down.

At that moment, the door opens.

Y/N

You can do this, you can do this, you can do this. You repeat yourself mentally. Your hands shake too much, nerves? No. Fear.

After months of so much work to move on, to overcome it on your own, as you have always done, today you feel as if it were that same day.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Y/n!! If you don't open this door now I swear you will go home without a job!!" Susan screams from the other side of the bathroom door. "Y/n!!!"

Exhausted, you get up from the toilet and wash your hands (you know that Alicia, the cleaning lady keeps them sparkling clean, but bathrooms are bathrooms).

Looking in the mirror, your smile curves, your eyes narrow. A big smile adorns your face.

Remember why you are doing this.

Stepping inside the room, she had no time to say hello.

"You are late." It's the first thing she hears.

Y/n curses mentally, of course she knows that, but instead of discussing it with the man, she smiles. Remember he pays for you to survive the day to day.

"Well, I'm here now, right?" You try to sound innocent. Stupid. That's what they all like.

" 'Course you are." He laughs, "But truth is, I don't want the show now."

Your expression drops. "What?"

You couldn't see him, not daring to get close to him. After all, you don't know him, you don't really know anyone.

They just pay you, do your job, do what they say. It's what Susan always tells you. But sometimes… sometimes you wish you could tell them only two words… They think they rule the world because they have money. They probably haven't even had to move a pinky at all since they were born.

A throat clearing draws you back to reality.

The big man, whose face is still unknown to you, stretches his arm over his back, exhaling heavily.

" 'You still here? I don't want you anymore, get out of here".

Not knowing if it was the way he said it, so selfless, so dead, like you were a toy. An object. And you can handle anything else, but that? Oh no, not that. No more.

So without thinking, you blurt out those two words you've always wanted to yell from the rooftops to all these rich bastards. Fuck you.

After hearing you, the man makes no sound in his mouth but you notice how his body tenses. So he rises from his seat, resting the half-drunk glass of whiskey on the floor and turns around to face you.

And when he does it, your heart seems to stop.

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[vaguely-human-man]

Being queer and at least somewhat politically active/aware in the south rn is so surreal. Like. Wake up, check the group chat to discover the newest horrific ordinance our local gov is trying to implement. Arrange plans for people to go speak against it. Listen to your friend vent about almost getting arrested for trying to verbally defend themselves against a council person who openly misgendered and belittled them. Read the newest notes about safety and security. Go to a weekly meeting and play card games and drink coffee and register everyone to vote.

Remind each other over and over. Do not engage. Do not get angry. Just keep smiling. Be polite, do not debate. Just say what you have to say. Show who you are to the best of your ability. Try to show these people that we're human too. Do not show fear, aggression, or anything resembling what you actually feel right now. It will get us nowhere.

Focus on the arguments they'll actually listen to. Focus on the money. The time. The feasibility. They've already decided we aren't human so ask a different question. Who's gonna check everyone's ID before they use the bathroom? Are you really gonna make every business with only one bathroom build a second one to comply with the ridiculously specific language written here? Is this decision based on any actual statistics about trans people being predators? Do you expect citizens to police their fellow people? What is this really about?

Lose anyway. Console each other with snacks and show-and-tell while discussing how to turn this failure into momentum. Start talking about it to everyone you know. The first article hits in less than 24 hours. Queer orgs in other parts of the state are offering support and lawyers.

You're all different ages ranging from early 20s to late 40s. You all have day jobs, volunteer work, and families. You are some of the most politically informed people alive whether you want to be or not. None of you want to be doing this. You want game nights without an undercurrent of tension, you want festivals and parades without always keeping your ears tuned for gunfire. But instead you spend meeting nights strategizing, organizing, working to weave support networks at every opportunity. Do you need a ride to vote? Did everyone check their registration? Who's bringing food, who's covering the vegan and dairy-free option? Is everyone up to date on their Covid vax? Who's going to the action two towns over, who needs coaching on how to go about it? Who needs a ride? Here's the latest laws we should be aware of. Here's a meme about how angry we all are.

And the council person says 'I love you. I respect you. But I don't want you in the bathroom with my grandkids."

And the group chat says 'Dont go to this business, they called me a slur'

And your mother says 'youre overreacting'

And your world gets narrower. Your friends get more tired. More and more resource packets get compiled. Where to get healthcare- trans or general. Where to get help for college, employment, housing. Where to get therapy. Where to get a haircut.

Time marches on. The walls feel like they're closing in. You hold them back together with all your might.

You scream. Together. Often, intentionally. Take genuine time to yell out your frustrations before going back to work.

You fall in love over and over with the people around you. Listen to their hopes and their dreams, watch the way their fire ignites when we make genuine steps forward. Watch how it dims when we go backward.

Keep going. Wake up. Eat anything you can manage to swallow. Reach a hand out to your siblings. Hold them close. Take a walk in the fresh air to try and feel better. Keep going. Keep going. Keep fighting. Take a deep breath, hold on to hope with both hands like it's the only thing that can save you because it is. Keep going.

And it's just that. Over and over again, with no clear end in sight. But dammit. You and your bunch of misfits are gonna bring about that end with your bare hands if it kills you.

[invisibleraven]

[ COAT ] for Luke/anyone because he has that comfy-ass looking giant flannel thing.

Luke grinned as he penned the last notes to the song he had been struggling with all day. He hummed the melody to himself, only to be interrupted when his phone rang. He scowled, but when he saw Reggie's number he picked up.

"Hey Reg, how's Georgia?"

"Luke..."

Luke sat up, hearing the tears in Reggie's voice, the beep of machines in the background. "What's going on babe?"

"MeeMaw... she had a stroke. It's touch and go right now. I-I already called my folks, but they're not able to get a flight until tomorrow afternoon," Reggie said, breaking down in a sob.

"So you're at the hospital alone?' Luke asked.

"For now," Reggie replied. "My uncle was here, but he went home, be with my aunt and cousins. I stayed. I... I don't want her to be alone."

"I'm so sorry Reg. Anything you want me to do?" Luke asked.

"No, I'll be alright. Just needed to hear a friendly voice right about now," Reggie said. "Drowns out all the machines here."

"She'll be okay Reg, I know she will be," Luke assured him, even if he knew the words were empty. "You call me the second anything changes, okay?"

"Sure," Reggie replied, though his voice sounded hallow. "Thanks Luke."

"Any time babe."

The call ended, and Luke worried his bottom lip. He hated the thought of Reggie sitting alone in the hospital, next to his ailing grandmother and dispassionate doctors. Sure his uncle would be back in the morning, but Luke also knew that Reggie wasn't close to the man, and he had never been a fan of Reggie's old man. Join the club really, but he doubted he was going to be much comfort.

It was only mid afternoon in LA, and Luke glanced around his room. Grabbed a few things to shove into his backpack and started heading downtown. He'd left a note for his mom, but he knew she'd understand, she loved Reggie like her own, and the last thing Emily Patterson would want was Reggie spending the night alone in the hospital.

Sure, by the time the bus got to Georgia, half the night would be gone, but dammit if Luke wasn't gonna be there for Reggie when he needed him.

He spent the ride writing; song after song, munching on snacks and reading the novel they were supposed to have done for summer reading. Luke wasn't the biggest book guy; his dyslexia saw to that. He much preffered having Reggie read him the books; he did the best voices. But Reggie was spending the summer with MeeMaw, so Luke was left on his own. Even if Reggie read it aloud to him over the phone as much as he could before the long distance charges would start to hurt.

Luke fielded a call from his mom who chided him for running off, but he could hear the fond smile in her voice when he told her why, promised to put some money in his account for a flight back, and told him to hug Reggie extra tight for her. For all the fights him and his mom got into about his grades, the band, and music in general, Luke would never deny how much his mom loved him or his friends.

When the bus finally stopped in Georgia, it was late, Luke was stiff and tired, but he kept going. Found a cab who would get him to the hospital, and the fee was a joke compared to LA cabs, so Luke willingly paid it. Even if it meant putting off buying new guitar strings or street dogs for awhile, Reggie was worth it.

He shivered as he got out of the cab, remembering Reggie mentioning that Georgia was going through an unseasonal cold snap right now, so he pulled on his warm flannel. Went into the hospital and froze. He had no idea where to go. He was overwhelmed by the sound of machines, the smell of antiseptic, the people bustling here and there, even as it was after midnight. He cautiously approached the check in desk.

"I'm looking for a room number for Chavalah Cassidy?" he asked politely.

"Sorry sweetie, visiting hours are over, family only," the receptionist said.

"I'm looking for her family actually," Luke responded. "Her grandson Reggie is my boyfriend. I came all the way from LA so he wouldn't be alone. Please."

"Look hun, I sympathise, I do. But I could get in real trouble if I told you she was in room 225." The woman winked at him and he gave her a grateful smile, heading down the hallway.

Thankfully this place wasn't a maze like the County General in LA, but Luke still got turned around once or twice, finally ending up on the right floor and headed towards the right room. Which had no Reggie.

Luke hoped against hope that he was just getting a snack and not gone back to the big empty farmhouse for the night. He looked down at MeeMaw and sucked in a breath. She looked so small. He had met her a couple times when she visited LA, seen her on a handful of video calls when Reggie visited in the past. She had ben a bright, vivacious woman, and Luke suspected it was her that Reggie took after rather than any other relative.

"Luke?"

He turned, and there was Reggie, looking tired and pale, on the verge of tears. Luke opened up the panels of his coat, and Reggie rushed in, hugging him tight around his waist. Luke hugged him back, rubbing over the cool skin of his arms, wondering idly where Reggie's own beloved flannel or leather jacket were.

"You're here," Reggie whispered.

"Of course I am babe," Luke said, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Couldn't let you be here alone."

"Thank you," Reggie breathed out. "I spoke to the doctors a while ago, she's doing better. Waiting for her to wake up to see how bad it is."

"And we'll be here when she does," Luke assured him. Held up the book they were assigned. "You wanna pick up where we left off to pass the time?"

Reggie let out a wet little giggle. "Sure. Chapter five?"

Luke nodded and pulled him down onto his lap in one of the terrible hospital chairs. And with Reggie's soft voice narrating the book, the sounds of the hospital disappeared around them. And when Chavalah woke up, she joined in reading. Her voice was a little slurred, her movements slow, but the doctors were hopeful she would make a full recovery, given time.

"Thanks for coming," Reggie said around a yawn as they laid in his bed back at the farmhouse later that day.

"How could I not?" Luke whispered back, running his fingers through Reggie's hair.

"Love you," Reggie slurred, falling to sleep soon after. Luke grinned, resolving to return the sentiment when they woke up before heading back to the hospital.

And maybe tell his mom to hold off booking him a ticket home, because right now he was right where he needed to be.

[the-night-writer1]

Normal Days

Evil mk timeline C other wise known as the he survived au. In which Shan survived the incident but it extremely changed his way of life.

5:30 in morning.

Shanyao sighed as he looked at his clock. He was the only one up and his phone was too far away. He needed to charge it last night so Pigsy plugged it in next to his broken voice board all the way on Shanyao's desk. Shan's wheelchair was parked at the end of the bed thus he'd have to wait for someone else to get it.

Which was his own fault, he thought he'd be asleep until seven today but dammit he woke up early. Mr. Pigsy was great at having things setup when Shan slept to his normal time. This was just one of those days were he messed up their well versed routine. Shanyao's grabber could only reach his whiteboard and marker which were useless when Shan was the only one awake.

At least he didn't wake up in pain, he just woke up early today. Waiting wasn't to bad, he had thinking time. Yelling wasn't a possibility as the loudest he could get was barely a whisper. He really needed to get a button or something in the future if he made enough from recycling.

He'd probably go out today, Shan had definitely recovered from his cold so Mk couldn't stop him. Maybe he'd get something for Mk too. His brother been rather stressed out lately. He had a good bit of money for at least a small plush.

Shan had his whiteboard so the voice board could wait. Surely Mr.Pigsy agree his brother's mental health was important.

7:35am

"Sorry about bein slow today Shan wasn't expectin ya to be up yet" Pigsy apologized as he was pouring tea into Shan's mug. Shan gave him a reassuring smile as Tang brought over Shanyao's morning meds. Tang shown up early today so at least Pigsy had someone he could hold a proper conversation with during breakfast. Shan still had no idea why the two weren't dating yet.

"hey it happens Pigsy, your too hard on yourself" Tang said as he ruffled Shan's hair," it's not the end of the world right Shan?"

Shan nodded in agreement as Pigsy put his cup in front of him still a bit upset. Pigsy was always a bit upset if Shan was left waiting. Wasn't Pigsy's fault, no one's really.

"Tang he was left layin' there fer at least an hour and half because I put his phone too far away." Pigsy grumbled as he pulled out his wok to start breakfast," I need to put a good TV in ya room kiddo so you aren't stuck reading the same comics over and over"

Shan sighed as he took his pills, he didn't need a fancy TV in his room. He didn't want Pigsy spending that kind of money on him. The pig demon already took care of him with no payment and had been for years. Shan couldn't even pay a proper rent so he felt it was undeserved.

I don't need a TV guys I'm fine with my books Shanyao quickly wrote down on his whiteboard. He put his marker down after he finished writing the sentence before lifting the whiteboard with his hand to show the two older men.

"Shan he just wants you to have options when you're in your room. A little TV time never hurt anyone " Tang said as he patted Shan's back. Shan still didn't want Pigsy getting a TV for him . He frowned a bit at the thought.

"Let me get ya stuff sometimes kiddo ya been living here with me for three years." Pigsy said as he was cooking. Shan still didn't think he deserved it. He wished he could at least pay rent. Maybe he could text Mk about it after breakfast since it was Tuesday. Tuesdays usually meant that mk was looking for art references or more recently training with the monkey king.

Shan found himself thinking about that recent change as Tang and Pigsy started talking about something. Probably the normal freeloader flirting. He wondered if Wukong was pushing Mk too far and that was why his brother was so stressed out?

He couldn't get Mk to talk about it but his brother could also just be too engrossed in being the monkey king's successor. Possibly it was the art commissions for that Lee guy Mk was working for too. Shan didn't know how to think about Lee. He had met the man recently and Shan felt like something was off.

He was too hands on with mk for Shanyao's liking. His brother had a boyfriend! Shan didn't know their real name but Cherry bomb probably wouldn't like that guy.

10:30am

"Hey Bro what are your plans today?" Mk asked as he took a seat next Shanyao's chair. That energetic smile on Mk's face made Shan smile back. He quickly popped the lid off his marker to reply.

I plan on at least going outside what about you? Shanyao wrote before showing his brother. Mk cleaned the whiteboard with his shirt before replying to Shan. It was something he always did so Shan could quickly reply.

"Lee invited us both to lunch at the weather station that sounds fun right?" Mk asked cheerfully as Shan looked at him a bit confused. Why was that guy inviting him to lunch? Mk was the artist not Shan.

Also could Shan even get into the weather station? He never been there before so that was a honest question. Shan been kind of left behind when the gang went there to fight the Red bull guy. Which was understandable he would have only been in the way and he did get to meet the monkey king.

Guy was actually really nice, even refilled his mug for him before going to check on Xiaotian. Shan didn't have the heart to answer the monkey king's question though. He barely knew the man and Mk probably would tell Wukong at some point right? Wait wait he was supposed to be thinking about how to get in the weather station. They probably had an elevator right?

Does the weather station have a elevator? Shanyao wrote on the whiteboard once more.

"Yes they do that's how people normally get to restaurant and Lee got us a private room" Mk stated as he pulled out his phone to show Shan the inside of the weather station," you'll have plenty of room to move around and they only have ramps so no bumps to worry about "

Another question what about Cherry bomb are they okay with your commissioner buying us lunch?

"why wouldn't -" Mk questioned before he face palmed and started laughing," fuck Shanny did I forget to tell you Lee is Cherry bomb? My bad. I should have told you that when I introduced you."

Shan snorted at his brother's laughter. Of course Mk forget to clear that up. He just didn't think Lee would have been Mk's type. Then again Mk did meet him online so maybe there was more to Lee than Shanyao knew about at the moment.

Lee did get Mk a new place to live after all where mk isn't miserable. Shan still felt bad that mk chose to live in that shitty apartment for so long because of him. He'd give anything to have someone beat up that landlord who refused to fix the elevator. Shanyao knew Mk only moved there to be close enough to the shop after Pigsy took Shan in.

Pigsy would have let mk move in if he asked but mk never asked. He only stayed the first few weeks with Shan as he didn't want to take the focus. It worried Shanny a lot. He knew how hard it was for Mk too do so.

He loved his brother but mk never liked being pushed ahead all the time. Shan wanted to make sure Mk was ok. The only argument they really had was over Mk getting therapy. He got therapy in the hospital but Mk refused it at every turn. Shanyao's point was that mk could be just as mentally hurt as Shan had been physically. Mk's point was that Shanyao need the therapy more because he at the time needed help adapting.

However Mk seem okay for the most part other than that stress Shanyao could sense clinging to him lately. Maybe Lee could help lessened that.

[lightofraye]

... dammit.

Nope.

Can't be quiet on this. I gotta speak up.

I've been blogging a bit about male abuse victims. I've been reading articles by legitimate abuse organizations, psychologists, you name it. I've shared some too. Just search for the tag #lightofraye on abuse or #rrahuntersblog on abuse (I'm in the process of changing tags, it just takes a while). I do actual research.

People have been noticing it. Time to time, I'll see an activity on an older blog post I wrote.

Note: I have never professed to be an expert. Never. You can scour my whole blog, I have never once claimed to be one (despite what my haters and detractors say). Not on body language, not on abuse. Merely as an actual survivor and someone from a culture where body language is part of our communication, thus a bit more experienced in it.

I am a layman's expert, as it were. I know more than the average person, but definitely not an expert.

I prefaced this with all that to continue.

Thanks to my venture into Supernatural, into seeing videos, cons and otherwise, posts, interactions, I noticed a lot off between Jensen and Danneel that isn't present between Jared and Genevieve or even between Jensen and Jared (sans certain time periods of their friendship, of course).

Of course, I'm going to hear "It's just banter!" or "If Danneel is abusing Jensen, then I lost total respect for him!" Because... a male victim is... unworthy of defense? I don't... okay.

Look. I've been spending a lot of time tracking down old videos, old interactions between Jensen and Danneel. Looking for old history to make sense of it all. To understand them. To understand her.

Here's a truth that most people don't want to hear, apparently: Men can be victims too.

Allow me to repeat myself: Men can be victims too.

Working men can be victims. Rich men can be victims (shall I point to Brendan Fraser? other victims in Hollywood?). Handsome, wealthy men can be victims.

But oh, "but he controls the money!" Does he? Do you have proof that he has only access to the money? But oh, "She hasn't left the mansion in an age!" That's on Danneel for not being visible. That isn't proof she's being locked in the mansion and not being allowed to be out. Plus, we've seen her at those two poor excuses of One Tree Hill conventions, hanging out after those cons are over with Sophia and I believe Bevan and others....

Her career being dead is on Danneel. Not Jensen. He isn't responsible for her poor reputation. He isn't responsible for her poor acting. He isn't responsible for any of the shows she's tried to be on failing to take off. She can't act, Hollywood sees that, that's why she doesn't have a job.

Her little attempts outside of that? The charity jewelry... honestly pitiful. She still has merchandise remaining and it still hasn't sold out since she started it. A mere $20,000 in how many years? A charity needs more than that to function.

Her modeling for Austin stores? I don't think that had any success either. The places she patronized as a client? No luck with them either. One of them shut down because they couldn't afford the rising costs and her being a "well-known client" for them did jackshit.

Her reputation in Hollywood is sunk. There's a reason why she isn't getting much luck as a producer/investor for One Tree Hill. Sophia and Hilarie aren't doing a great job in getting positive attention for the reboot and the Ackles' name, Chaos Machine Production's name, is doing jackshit.

But oh, right... this was about Jensen as a male victim. In a way this is all tied together. People see Danneel leaving Social Media, they see her barely coming out to the public anymore except for a couple of conventions, maybe a once in blue moon outing, and want to, perhaps, think it's on Jensen that she's barely seen.

Now, if it weren't for watching them interact (most recently being Wales Comic Con) and their history, I'd say you were right! But! And this is a gigantic, huge, BUT! Wales made it painfully clear that Jensen is the one under her control.

She made fun of him. He didn't stop her. She claimed credit for Soldier Boy, despite previous interviews by Jensen saying it had been Kripke that helped him. She put him down, devalued him, even in later statements by him during conventions. Like the David Spade mug thing. "No, but you'll do." She made it clear he was not her first choice in anything. He's stated that she couldn't be impressed by him, despite him repeatedly trying for... how long have they been together? 15 years? Longer, before marriage? What does it take for him to impress her?!

We see tidbits of earlier interviews pre-marriage that showed she has a history of lying, of manipulation. Claiming to be a good Christian girl who won't do nude scenes... and then we see in Ten Inch Hero and other shows that she had zero issue going nude, baring her breasts, imitating sex, and so forth. (Keep in mind, I am very sex positive. I am, however, prepared to call out liars like this!)

We've heard from Jensen how his father treated him growing up. Imagine associating abuse with "I love you" as a child. That'll do it in a heartbeat. That'll mess anyone up. Not to mention the kind of mentality that is in the modeling industry. Being exploited, being made to do uncomfortable shoots. I recall Jensen saying he hated doing the shirtless photoshoots... and he had no choice.

Trust me, children in the modeling industry... and a handsome one to boot... I shudder to imagine what he might've been put through. Even as an adult.

I know the AAs, some Hellers, will be up in arms over this. Painting Jensen as a victim without proof. Well, I pay attention. I watch his interactions, I've listened to how he responds--and doesn't respond. Danneel has said some awful things to him over the years and I've never seen him speak out to her, to stop her. A few "death glares" in defense of her mistreatment to JJ is barely anything. Because it's one thing to defend a child--it's another to defend yourself.

Why does Danneel insist on Jensen always being out of the house? Even when Supernatural ended, when he wanted a whole family vacation throughout Europe, she said fuck no, get another job. That's not love, anon! That's also a woman who has control over him, because he obeyed--again and again. He sought work, networked like a madman, took what he could get to get the fuck out of that house--as she demanded.

He can't please her. He can't satisfy her. He can't stay with her and their children. He can't impress her. She "settled" for him, apparently. She fat shamed him. She put him down. She claimed credit for his success.

This is not the behavior of a male abuser. No... this is the behavior of a male victim.

He can be rich. He can be white. He can be successful. It matters not. Power imbalances exist everywhere. Even rich, successful women can be victims--Angelina Jolie is one. Is she any less of a victim because she works? Because she has money? If your answer is "no", then the flip must be also equally true.

Please educate yourself, anon. Power imbalances can exist in any setting at any time, regardless of who is working, regardless of gender, regardless of... anything.

Jensen is a white, rich, straight, man, living in a country that favors people like him over everything else, he controls the finances of his family, he has a squeaky clean reputation.

he's so strong that he can lift Jared over his head with no trouble.

do you seriously think Danneel has a chance against him? if there's a inbalance of power in that relationship, Jensen is clearly not the one with a disadvantage.

so if there was a problem with their marriage, why should i asume that Jensen is the one being abused? when all evidence suggests that it's most likely to be the other way arround.

i mean, he is the one who gets to go out there to shine and expand his career while she stays behind taking care of the kids, with seamingly no life of her own. for all we know, he could be shamelessly sleeping around and D just having to shut up and endure for the sake of their children.

Why do I have the feeling that an anon that writes awfully like you sporadically comes into my or my mutuals inbox asking the exact same question?

And if that's the case, what's the issue? Are words hard to understand?

But in case it's not, let me provide the answer, prefacing that whatever I write here is pure speculation based on my personal and professional experience.

No he doesn't. Unfortunately for him, Jensen has the reputation his fans let him have. And opinions on him will differ depending on which part of the fandom you are addressing. If his wife wanted to start a rumor, all she would have to do would be to cry wolf. Unfortunately, there are many people that still think like you and fabricating something to tarnish his image, especially coming from the wife, would be super easy. The justice warriors of this world would have a ball defending the poor defenseless damsel from, like you put it, the mean white rich straight man.

Strength, power, money mean nothing in an abusive relationship. Violence is rather a consequence than a form of control (although it can become control later on). I've seen cases in where the abused makes more money than the abuser. I've seen cases in where the abused had more power, did more around the house and the abuser was, in reality, completely dependent on them. Abuse is not black and white, it's an ocean of gray with many specs of many colors.

What is the real key here is how easy the abused is to manipulate. Take someone, for example, who is already somewhat fragile from abused suffered in the past from a parent. Add a few mishaps that make them feel less worthy, uncapable of seeing their real value. And then put them with a narcissist. That person can have all the power in the world, but the narcissist will make them believe they can lose it all in a blink of an eye, and only with the narcissist they can keep it.

It's not about having power. It's about whom the victim believes has the power.

If he held the power in this case, he would be home a lot more frequently to exert said power. If there is something abusers like is to see the fruits of their manipulation. He wouldn't say his wife "runs a tight ship", he would praise himself. He wouldn't call her a strong woman, he would imply he is the strong man. Abusers don't give away power. They take it. They like to be the good strong heroes for their audience.

On the other hand you have a paraphernalia of instances in which she implies he doesn't help at home, he's messy, he didn't cry when his kid was born, she was the one helping him with his acting, etc. All things she says to make herself look good. I'm yet to see a true compliment towards her husband. Most often that not, she is putting him down," playfully". And she would do a lot more if she thought it would stick/not ruin her meal ticket.

Furthermore, if she was the victim, she would not make jokes at the abuser's expense, for fear of retaliation. She wouldn't initiate contact, she wouldn't try to touch him or kiss him.

He's the one who gets to... Probably run.

She stays behind "taking care of the kids"... do you count ordering nannies around to take care of the kids? And she does have a line of her own. She did "charity", initiated a jewelry line, became the "power producer"... The thing is, she's incompetent. All she touches turns to shit. Her lack of a life is not due to her husband, she only has herself to blame. Besides, she's not alone. She made sure to surround herself with people she trusted while simultaneously trying to drive him away from the people he trusted.

And maybe she isn't the one having to shut up for the sake of the kids. There are two parents in this equation, did you forget? She could be staying for the kids, but so could he.

Anyway, there's a lot more but my time and patience are limited.

[texmexter]

I feel so forgotten. So useless. I hate this so much.

[calehenituse-brainrot]

I just read your yandere Cale and oh my god, you awaken something in me and I don't know what exactly it is but now I am looking for more yandere Cale

-✍

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okay i cant write a story since im currently in my lecturer's home getting questioned for my assignments so i'll just talk about what type of yandere cale could be —

i've talked abt this to a mutual before but i wanna elaborate more

WARNING: manipulation

MANIPULATION OBVIOUSLY

the man is so smart and cunning

he prefers it if you notice that something was wrong with him

that you're able to see through his words

he takes it as a challenge to easily have you in his grasp

for the first few times, he can see that you were very observant in the things you felt odd

but he's always working hard to have you accept it — to have this type of behavior normalized

he's very big on the "you're mine" thingie

v v possessive

but not to the point that he'll isolate you

no he has to make you believe you're free

make you feel like he's so easygoing

also to have you feel protected

he has his family and allies to back you up whenever you need

protect you if you're in trouble

and as time goes on, you began to realize something

"oh wow, im always going to be safe when im with him"

"my life has been so much easier since i met him"

is that him manipulating you?

NOOO of course not, that's something you came up with alone :)

besides, it's true!

he's just doing what he always does

being protective and compassionate

and wow, you know what?

maybe staying with him is the best choice

so you do exactly that.

you chose to stay with him and help him around

oh but dammit, so many people are still pursuing you, what should he do?

cale doesn't resort to murder, obviously

and he doesn't wanna waste his time even looking at them

so it has to be you, the root of it all

he digs up information about any man who tries to pursue you

any kind of dirt he could have on them, he would use them

and you know damn well everyone else will unconsciously start talking shit about any man who approaches you

"the young man from the county of ___ was once found with a woman even though he had a lover, right?"

"yes, young master," ron would confirm cale's words right in front of you. "truly what a disgrace of a man."

the next day when you received a letter from the said man professing his love, you threw away the letter in disgust

"oh, i heard from his highness that the man like to inappropriately grab on women," choi han would inform you when you brought up the name of the man who had sent a letter to you

"isn't he the one who likes to hit his maids?" rosalyn would question when the man who had greeted you walked away

you see, cale has never once asked them to do this

but they are aware of just how cale likes you that they couldn't help it :(

they just want to see cale achieve what he wants

this type of thing happens too many times to the point you finally gave up

you refused to talk to anyone outside of your friends and family, not wanting to meet anyone because you couldn't trust them

would you blame cale for this?

Of course not :)

this was your personal decision

a decision you made for and by yourself

the way he shows his affection will make you think "no one will love me as he does"

so he makes sure that the only person you could ever see is him and only him

he also spends a shit ton of money on you and would even use the excuse "you can pay me back with ___" and shit like that

he'll make sure you'll feel indebted to him so your own guilt will not allow you to leave him

once you finally got together with cale, people keeps on asking for your presence

they want to be connected with you

and cale doesn't have to worry about a thing

why?

because you're already tired of dealing with others

you just want to be with him and him alone

instead of making him to be someone who's forcing his s/o into isolation, i think he's the type to make sure you'll be the one to isolate yourself from others

Cale, nonchalantly: "I heard someone invited you to a ball"

Reader: "Yeah, but I turned it down"

Cale: "Why?"

Reader, hugging Cale's arm: "Everyone is so annoying. I just want to be with you."

And Cale just smiles.

[ellienettie]

Nino, my bro <3

You know what I absolutely live for?? Nino trying everything in his power to at least cause a bit of discomfort for Gabriel.

Adrien saying he can come to his house? He wears the worst thing that he can come up with. Crocs with ankle high socks, shorts that fit impossibly tight and reaches his middle thigh, his shirt has holes that he made himself. He made Marinette cry, and seeing Gabriel's face at his clothes? It was worth the beating that he got from Marinette and Alya.

Adrien spending his dad's money on food?

Nino: Hey let's go to the most expensive restaurant there is :D

Marinette: what :0 no! >:( It's not our money, Nino.

Alya, who also hates Gabriel but with less passion: I think it's a great idea :D Let's get 10 of the most expensive food :D

Adrien, who doesn't give a shit about the cost: Sounds great :D

--

Adrien: sorry guys, I can't come with to the movies :( Dad says no :(

Nino: ...Hey you know, I can pay someone to-

Marinette, sighing for the nth time: Again, we are NOT hiring someone to kill Adrien's dad.

Nino: ...How about inconveniencing him-

Marinette: >:0 No!

Alya, texting Alix to text Sabrina to text Chloe that Adrien wants to go to see a movie but his dad won't let him: I say yes :)

Marinette: what if we just watch together on zoom or something-

--

Adrien: Nino, I love you bro.

Nino: aw. I love you too bro.

Adrien: you do? great! I need you to hide me in your house, I ran away from a photoshoot-

Nino: *slamming his hat on the ground* SAY LESS

--

Gabriel glaring from the window: I despise you

Nino, about to toilet paper his house: Say that again when I can give a fuck *throws toilet paper*

Gabriel: STOP THAT

Marinette: *throws a rotten egg* LET ADRIEN EAT

Gabriel: HE SHOULD BE ON A DIET

Marinette: AND YOU SHOULD HAVE MORE HAIR

--

Nino praying to everything that he believes in: Please, please, let Gabriel have a bad day. I don't care if I'm going into damnation or whatever, this is NOTHING for my bro. I'd give up my CAP for my bro, heavenly-being bro.

--

Nino: *puts tiny rocks in all of Gabriel's socks and shoes with Wayzz* You are the best little bro

Wayzz, happy to cause a bit of ruckus again: Let's put some in his back pockets too

Nino: *tearing up* I've trained you well

--

Gabriel: *smirking at Nino as he personally fetches Adrien from school to go to a photoshoot

Nino: *glaring* *mouths* I hope you trip on air and break your fucking leg, candy man.

Gabriel: *offended face* CANDY MAN? CANDY MAN?

Nino: YOU HEARD ME. YOUR ASS IS FLAT, STOP WEARING RED PANTS.

Gabriel: MY ASS IS N O T FLAT. YOURS IS.

Nino: *turns and points at his ass* HAHA, I HAVE AN ASS AND YOU DON'T

Gabriel: STOP THAT

--

Nino absolutely 100% runs a hate page for Gabriel. Not his company, but him as a person. It's verified. Gabriel is blocked, Nathalie is also blocked but she follows it from a spam account. She sends anonymous insults on it every time she's annoyed at Gabriel.

Nino: From anonymous user, this is one of my favorites. 'Gabriel is probably bald on top, and only has hair on his sides. Have you seen that hairline? Mister Candy man, that's not natural. props to your wig maker for matching the hair color but boy is it unrealistic"

Nathalie, reading it and drinking coffee while behind Gabriel: *chokes* oh my god

Gabriel: ???

Nathalie: ...Be honest, are you bald? I mean, you don't even show your hair when you're hawkmoth-

Gabriel: I'M YOUNG? I'M NOT OLD ENOUGH TO BE BALD

Nathalie: YOUNG MY FUCKING ASS, JUST TELL ME IF YOUR HAIR IS A WIG DAMMIT

[sirenascales]

-> double black [part one] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPov!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A night out drinking leads to a small misunderstanding with a handsome, yet dangerous man. [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader]

3,894 words

note: edited this so it could still be read as a reader fic! it's actually a lot of fun writing in first person! hope those who read this enjoy my first bsd fic!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

I've experienced a lot of amazing things since I've moved to Japan. A new job in a different country, new co-workers and friends, work parties, themed bars, cafes, and hookups with pretty strangers. There was a long list of great things I've had going on, and a long list of things I've never expected... and being fired from the job I had for a year was not one of them.

"A year of hard work... for nothing," I mumbled bitterly as I sat at the bar with my close friend, and now ex-coworker, Keiko. She was beautiful, with long black hair and brown eyes. She frowned, a sympathetic look on her pretty face as she sighed.

"I'm so sorry," she said softly, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "I'm sure you'll find something else soon! You have an awesome resume, and you're an amazing worker who can speak English, Japanese AND Spanish... there is totally a place for you out there!"

Keiko has always been supportive and enthusiastic, a really bright and friendly girl who made it her mission to befriend me as soon as I started working with her. She was relentless, and soon enough, I found myself spending many hours with the woman.

"Yeah..." I just mumbled again and she laughed softly.

"It's okay to mope... that's why I brought you here!"

"Yeah, about that," I started, sending Keiko a look as I swiveled the stool so my body faced her. "Why did you bring me here?" As soon as the work day was done, Keiko immediately dragged me to what was clearly a mafia bar. That didn't surprise me, since she was actually dating a mafioso.

A mafioso, who was part of the Port Mafia. It wasn't long after I moved to Yokohama that I started to hear stories about the organization, and was also warned not to cross them. Of course, with my luck, I became best friends with someone who dated someone who was in the Port Mafia. How a sweet girl like Keiko ended up with a man like him, I'll never know.

What I do know is that Taichi adored Keiko, gave her everything she could possibly want and need with the money he makes, and that was just being a normal grunt! Even so, it was dangerous, but Keiko didn't seem to mind.

"I come here with Taichi all the time," Keiko answered, sipping her drink. I turned to sip on my own. "You can't tell me it isn't luxurious." It was. My jaw had dropped to the floor when we first stepped into the very luxurious bar. "Don't worry about it, okay? Drink your sadness away! You're safe here. Since I am Taichi's woman, and you're with me, nothing will happen, okay?"

"Where is Taichi anyway?" I asked, glancing over her shoulder when I spotted a group of men walking in through the entrance. I missed the way the light left Keiko's eyes, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously. My eyes were on the men, which in the middle was a man with orange hair, a black hat adorning his head. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, my eyes looking at the very handsome man up and down. I swallowed thickly.

"He had a job tonight and couldn't make it. He'll be home to- hey, what are you looking at?" Annoyed at me ignoring her, she turned in her seat, a shocked look on her face before she smiled tightly.

"Taichi! I thought you had an assignment!"

"Hey, babe! We finished early, which was quite surprising, honestly."

The couple embraced and I barely registered the mushy love between the two as I watched the ginger man lead the rest of the group further into the bar. He walked by me, and before I knew it, dark blue eyes were staring right at me, eyebrows furrowed.

"The hell are you looking at?" he sneered and my face turned red, heart dropping in my chest.

"No one! I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, quickly turning back around and facing the bar.

"Tch. Whatever," the man only responded before walking off.

"You look like a cherry," Taichi said, clearly amused. I sent him a half-hearted glare, Keiko slapping his chest lightly.

"Be nice to her. She got fired today."

"Ohh, that sucks. If you need help-"

"She won't take it," Keiko said with a huff. "Stubborn ass."

I rolled my eyes at her, biting my lip nervously as I fiddled with my glass. "So uh... who was that guy? With the hat?"

Taichi blinked. "Oh, that's Chuuya Nakahara."

"Is he part of the Port Mafia?"

Taichi barked out a laugh, Keiko giggling softly behind her hand.

"Baby... he's an executive. Chuuya works closely with the leader of the Port Mafia."

"And I work under Chuuya," Taichi finished, amused at how wide my eyes have gotten at the answer.

"You mean to tell me... I pissed off... an executive member..." I was dismayed, heart pounding in my chest.

"Hmm, probably. Don't go home alone tonight," Taichi grinned as I balked, clearly having fun torturing me.

"Taichi! Babe, don't listen to him."

I gulped nervously, downing the rest of my drink before signaling to the bartender to get me another one.. "R-right..." Despite my better judgment, I turned my head, looking towards the obvious VIP section of the bar. Chuuya sat with some other grunts, a glass of what seemed to be red wine in his hand. Of course, his eyes found mines yet again and I whipped my head back around. Fuck, I did it again! I quickly downed the newly made drink, unaware of Chuuya's eyes narrowing as he watched me.

"Nooo, do you have to go?" a drunk Keiko whined as she latched onto my arm, a forever amused Taichi watching on. "Don't leave me with hiiiiiiim."

"I want to go home, dammit," I huffed, successfully peeling her off of me and handing her to her boyfriend. "I have to start job hunting tomorrow. Thank you for bringing me here, I do feel better and I love you but... I'm tired."

"Ugh, you are such an old lady!" Keiko whined again and I couldn't help but laugh, turning to start walking towards the exit.

"Goodnight, you too. Please get her home safe, Taichi."

"I wouldn't count on it~"

I rolled my eyes at his teasing, leaving the two behind as I left the bar. I stepped out into the cool night air, shivering a bit as I closed my cardigan tightly around me. I wore a simple but cute outfit; a black dress with burgundy tights underneath, black flats on my feet and my favorite tan cardigan over the entire outfit. It helped me fight off a bit of the cold, but as I started to walk down the block, I grabbed my phone to start searching through my usual rideshare app.

I didn't get far. My phone cluttered to the ground as it fell out my hands, a gasp leaving my mouth as I was slammed against the nearby brickwall of a narrow, dark alleyway.

"Who the fuck are you?" a familiar voice hissed and I'm shocked to find Chuuya Nakahara glaring daggers at me, his strong hands pinning my arms against the wall. He growled when I didn't answer. "Answer me! Who sent you here?!"

"N-No one!" I cried out, shaking like a leaf. Of course, of course I would be confronted by a fucking high level member of one of the most dangerous organizations in Japan. "I swear, I just came here with my friend."

Chuuya growled again and he flipped me around, pressing my front against the wall. "Stay still," he grunted, and my face started to heat up as I felt his gloved hands quickly feel along my body. He was frisking me, and I gulped when he shoved his hand under my dress, producing the knife I had strapped to my thigh.

"I carry that to protect myself," I immediately explained, Chuuya turning me around again to face him. His eyes were still narrowed, staring me down as if trying to figure out what the hell I was up to.

"And the bouncer didn't pat you down?" he questioned and I shook my head quickly.

"No, he didn't pat me or Keiko down."

"Tch, that's Taichi's woman," he said, though he still looked at me with narrow eyes, hesitating a bit before he turned my knife in his hand, handing it back to me hilt first. "You sure know how to make yourself look suspicious."

I cringed a bit as I strapped my knife to my thigh strap again. I missed how Chuuya's eyes lingered, him licking his lips. "That's my fault I... I know I was staring..." I could feel my face heat up again and I couldn't even look Chuuya in his face. "S-sorry if I creeped you out. I don't mean any harm. Keiko brought me here 'cause I got fired and she wanted to help me feel better..."

"Hm," was his only reply, crossing his arms over his chest. "What you do to fuck up?"

My mouth fell and I sputtered as I tried to come up with the words. "What do you mean?! I didn't fuck up!" I protested. "It literally came out of nowhere! I worked my ass off all year, only to get fired 'cause I wasn't what they needed anymore. Fucking bullshit."

Chuuya was amused by my little vent, snickering a bit as he gave me a quick look up and down. "I'm sure it wasn't your winning personality."

I scoffed. "Says the one that shoved a random woman against a wall?! That hurt, you bastard!"

Chuuya raised his eyebrows at me, and I immediately slapped my hands over my mouth.

Oh no. Fuck, I forgot who I was talking to.

Chuuya snickered again, his eyes flashing in amusement. He stepped closer to me, making me press back against the wall again. Chuuya leaned his face close to mine, a smug smirk on his face as he spoke.

"Be careful who you talk to like that," he hummed, and I shivered despite feeling some of his body heat. "Someone might just cut out your tongue for talking back like that. Me? Well, it'd be a waste, especially when I think of all the things I could make you do with it."

I squeaked, the heat never leaving my face as I stared at Chuuya with a puzzled expression on my face. The sudden switch up was giving me whiplash... and lowkey turning me on. "I..." I stuttered, looking away and finally noticing my phone still on the ground. "Crap, I hope it's not broken."

I rushed over to pick my phone up, ignoring Chuuya's hard stare on me. I looked over my phone, sighing in relief when I saw that it had sustained no damages.

Chuuya then stepped up to me, jerking his head back towards the bar before walking off. "Let me take you home. Take that as an apology for being so rough on you."

I blinked. "Um..."

"Hurry up!"

"Okay!" I squeaked and followed after the man quickly, chewing on my lip as I asked myself... what the fuck was I doing? Am I really about to get inside this man's car? He was a stranger! Who frisked me! Let alone, he is clearly a dangerous man.

I must be insane.

"Tell me," Chuuya started and I was dumbfounded as he approached a rather cool looking motorcycle. No way. "What the hell were you being so creepy for?" He turned to me and asked, an all-knowing smirk on his face. I blushed deeply. Of course, he already was able to figure it out once he realized that I wasn't a threat.

"No reason," I huffed out, earning a low laugh as Chuuya grabbed the only helmet I could see. I looked at him confused, gasping when he unceremoniously placed the helmet over my head. "What about you?"

"I don't need it," Chuuya simply answered before he finally mounted his bike. "Come on, you little liar. Hop on."

I couldn't help but stare, my mouth going dry as I took in the image of this handsome bastard with his bike. The engine roared as he turned it on, revving it a bit and making me make a mess in my panties.

"Hey, ya done eyefucking me, dollface?"

I sputtered. "I was NOT eyefucking you!" I stormed over to the bike, glaring at the grinning bastard as I climbed onto the bike behind him.

Chuuya snorted. "Yeah, like you weren't eyefucking me earlier in the bar," he retorted, easily reaching behind him to grab my wrists, pulling me against his back as he wrapped my arms around him. I was stunned silent, from his words, and his actions and the fact that his back felt so solid.... and he smelled so good...

"I was not..." I mumbled, pressing my cheek against his back. "Shut the fuck up."

He laughed darkly, and that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Where do you live?" Chuuya asked and I hesitantly told him my address. "I know where that is. Hold on."

"You do? It's on the other side of the city," I said and Chuuya just chuckled softly, looking over his shoulder and smirking at me.

"And who exactly runs this city?"

I clamped my mouth shut, his eyes staring into mine. I blushed and looked away from him. He turned his head back around with an amused laugh, the engine revving as he took off on his bike.

"Hold tight, dollface!"

He didn't have to tell me twice, my arms tightening around his torso as he sped down the street, weaving in and out of traffic. It was scary, but also so fucking exhilarating. My heart was thudding in my chest, my eyes watering because of the wind. Still, I kept them open, wanting to watch the world blur by us. Chuuya made a sharp, right turn, making me scream while he laughed loudly. 

"Man up!" he yelled at me.

"Stop driving like a crazy person!" I yelled back.

I didn't see the large, almost evil smirk that grew on Chuuya's face. Didn't see him licking his lips excitedly as he eyed a rather tall building coming up ahead.

"Tell me, dollface," he hollered back at me, revving the engine and I gulped as I held him tighter, his bike going faster. A bad feeling started to settle in my stomach, balking when he asked his next question. "Do you want to defy gravity?"

I didn't have time to answer, not when I finally realized that we were heading right towards the side of the building. I couldn't even scream, fear striking me as I suddenly started to see red, body jostling as Chuuya maneuvered the bike to jump in the air.... before landing perfectly on the side of the building and continuing vertically up towards the sky.

"Don't let go!" Chuuya sneered. Like that was ever going to happen.

I didn't dare turn my head to look down, my wide eyes staring up into the night sky as we made it closer to the top of the building. I couldn't even think straight, my body just running on nothing but adrenaline and fear.

"Ch-Chuuya!" I gasped out sharply, the bike finally making it to the roof of the building. Chuuya didn't slow down though, only barreling towards the edge and I started to panic. "Chuuya! What are you doing?!"

Chuuya only snickered, revving the engine once more before sending the bike flying off the edge of the building. I squeak and screw my eyes shut, pressing my face against the middle of his back. I didn't want to watch us plummet to our doom.

"Hey, idiot, open your eyes."

I whimpered and shook my head. "N-No..."

Chuuya sucked his teeth. "Just open your eyes! You'll regret it if you don't."

Biting my lip, I wanted a moment before I lifted my head up and opened my eyes, a small gasp leaving my mouth as I looked around me.

We were still floating in the air, biking moving through the sky. The City of Yokohama was lit up beautifully underneath us. I looked over, seeing the ocean at a distance, the ferris wheel lit up and spinning slowly. My mouth had fallen open, eyes wide in wonder. Chuuya was looking back at me, a triumphant grin on his face.

We made it to my apartment and Chuuya stood over me, an amused smile on his face as he watched me melt on the ground after I got off his bike.

"That was intense..." I mumbled, still feeling the effects of flying through the fucking sky. "I shouldn't even be surprised that you're gifted, with the power that you have already in the Port Mafia."

"Yeah, it was pretty great, huh," Chuuya said smugly, gloved hands stuffed in his coat pockets. I laughed softly, slowly standing up with my shaky legs. He took one look at my frazzled state and he grew even more smug. "That's a cute look on you, though if I really had my way with you, you wouldn't even be able to stand."

My face turned hot, sputtering as I tried to respond, but I had nothing to even say. Because the thought of actually inviting Chuuya inside and--

"Fuck..." I breathed out softly, looking at the man standing before me. His eyes didn't leave mine, the heat in them making a shiver go down my spine. "Do you... want to come inside?"

Chuuya fixed his hat on top of his head. "Lead the way, dollface."

"So... your ability lets you control gravity?" I asked once we made it inside the elevator of my apartment building. We were going fifteen stories up, after Chuuya parked his bike safely, of course.

"To put it simply, yes," Chuuya answered, stepping closer to me. I gasped softly when he grabbed my chin, the leather of his glove pressing against my skin. "But we're not here to talk about that." He pressed himself against me fully, leaning his face in until his lips hovered just above mine. I shivered, looking at him with hooded eyes. "This will be a one time thing, dollface."

I nodded, appreciating his honesty. "Of course," I replied just as the elevator stopped on my floor, doors sliding open. I grinned at him. "So let's make it count."

He liked the sound of that, grabbing my wrist and leading me out the elevator. I rushed to my apartment, grabbing my keys and hurriedly unlocking the door before opening it.

The door slammed shut as Chuuya immediately pressed me against it, his lips on mine in a fervorous kiss. I knocked his hat off his head as I ran my fingers through Chuuya's hair, moaning when his hands started to roam all over my body.

"Fuck..." I moaned softly when Chuuya started to kiss down my neck, squealing when he squeezed on my ass.

"Damn... you won't be able to fucking sit right, either," he growled against my neck as he massaged my ass and thighs. "Let's go."

Groaning when he moved himself away from me, I rushed to lead Chuuya to my bedroom, our clothes coming off in the process and making a trail on the floor.

It didn't take us too long to start really going at it, our lust fueling us to incredible heights. Chuuya held my hips tightly with his leather clad hands, thrusting his hard cock in and out of my soaking pussy.

He was fucking me hard, my body just sprawled on the bed as I moaned and grunted from the pleasure this man was giving me. "Fuck, fuck, Chuuya!" I whined, making the man grin widely as he kept his pace. Sweat covered both of our bodies, moans and deep growls mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"That's right, dollface, ride me," Chuuya smirked up at me, now on his back as I bounced up and down on his cock. His hands were right on my hips, his eyes going back and forth between  watching my bouncing breasts and watching his cock disappear inside my heat. "Fuck, you're so fucking sexy," he growled, thrusting up particularly hard and making me toss my head back, screaming when I finally fucking cum.

"Oh my God!" I gasped sharply, still squeezing around him as I began to slow down. "Oh fuck... it's so good," I moaned, reaching out and hooking my finger into Chuuya's black choker. I pulled and he pushed himself up, lips meeting mine in a messy kiss.

I moaned against his mouth, still slowly riding him as his hands ran up and down my sides, the leather cool against my skin. Then, Chuuya placed his hands on my hips, and with a mischievous little smirk, he licked his lips. Immediately, my body started to feel a little bit lighter, and Chuuya started to effortlessly bounce me up and down on his cock, 100% controlling my body with his ability.

"Chuuya..." I moaned his name, head lolling back. He continued to maneuver my body, little grunts and moans leaving his own mouth as he worked to reach his own pleasure, and mine.

I came again, tears falling down my face from the intense pleasure, and that was enough for Chuuya to pull me off of him completely, putting me on my knees before him on the bed. His hand grabbed the back of my neck and he pushed my head down, stuffing his cock in my mouth.

"Take it," he growled, his hands in my hair and using it to push my head up and down as he fucked my mouth. I moaned around him, a new wave of pleasure washing over me as I let the mafioso use me as he wanted. Soon enough, he exploded into my mouth, and I made sure I swallowed all of him.

"Fuck, that's hot..." Chuuya breathed out when I opened my mouth to show him that I did so. "You're such a good girl, dollface."

That made me flustered and I looked away shyly, earning a chuckle from him. I looked over when I felt him get up from the bed, thinking that he would leave. Instead, he just gave me a look. "Where is your shower?"

We showered together,�� which took longer than needed because Chuuya couldn't keep his hands to himself. I was surprised when he climbed into bed with me afterwards, allowing me to cuddle against him as we slowly fell asleep.

I wasn't surprised though, when I woke up the next morning, sore and alone. I didn't get too upset about it, though. Chuuya laid it out clear and I accepted it and moved on.

I sat on my dining room table, looking through the newspaper as I sipped on my morning coffee. I was looking for a new job and figured looking at the local ads wouldn't hurt.

"Hm... let's see..." I whispered, reaching over and grabbing my knife. I ran the tip of it down the paper, stopping when one particular ad stuck out. "Hm... the Armed Detective Agency, huh? Interesting..." I set my knife down, staring at the ad as I took another careful sip of coffee.

-End

[kellyteaquet]

I'll be honest, I used to protect Kelly. There have been a lot of factors about her life that have been criticized, starting with her role as mother. I used to ask myself why would everyone focus on her if she was there just to support and love Max. Apparently, I was wrong.

I found out the thing with the fake accounts a couple days ago. I didn't wanted to believe that it was actually her because, dammit, nobody can sink that low. I really thought it was fake and fans were just crazy but there are so many coincidences. The same method of writing, the same defense speech, the appearance of a new account when one begins to raise enough suspicion to believe that it is Kelly who is behind them. Now, reading all the proof and things she have made, I can't believe why—and how—Max could settle for someone like her.

I began to watch Formula One on the Qatar GP. Kelly was famous already so I start to follow her because she was my favorite driver's partner. Everyone was talking shit about her on Tumblr because of how she acts as mother and the amount of time she leaves Penelope with her nanny(s). I was like, 'Yeah, that shit must be hard for her as a mom'. Then, when I saw her photos of her, Max, Penelope AND the nanny on Miami, I was like, 'Give the nanny a break'. I'm not a mom, I'm barely eighteen, but I can see that is hard for—almost—every mom to leave their kids alone. Why, having in mind she travels here and there everytime to "support" Max, would she make the nanny goes with them during vacations? Why would she prefer to party the whole night out instead of being with her baby? Does Penelope even spend time with her dad?

Another weird thing, at least for me, is why she haven't delete the stories with Daniil. Like, I get it, he's Penelope's dad. But Kelly literally hinted that he cheated on her. She's obviously active on Instagram. She has time to made a highlights with Max but not to delete the ones where Daniil can be seen? Like, c'mon.

And her "love yourself" speech is so fake and empty. Does she loves herself the way she is? 'Cause everyone can see the filters she's constantly using in all her pictures. She has money and she can do whatever she wants to with it, but don't tell me to love myself if you're gonna lift your face or apply botox and remove a lunar. Don't tell me to love myself if you're constantly faking yourself.

And she's a Bolsonaro supporter. God. That just makes it worse. He thinks Co-Vid is fake, he deliberately exposed Brazilians to infection by being slow and taking no actions on it. She's part of the problem.

She's xenophobic, rude, fake and dishonest.

I can only thank you and all the other account for exposing the real Kelly Piquet.

we agree with everything you said!

now that you mentioned her daniil highlights being there, she has recently been deleting a lot of pictures, but some of the ones with daniil are still there and we also wonder why. we’re posting the screenshots just in case kelly sees this something happens and they get deleted.

she could’ve untagged him too but she hasn’t, which is weird considering she’s been going up and down her instagram page deleting pictures.

[liathebookwyrm]

Wen Ruohan, PTO dad

Let's assume for a moment that, instead of dabbling in Yin Iron-related nonsense, Wen Ruohan's midlife crisis manifests in a sudden desire to reconnect with his children. It's awkward and off the mark a lot, but he tries dammit! Also he is absolutely down to learn whatever newfangled trend the young ones are coming up with. He will be the cool dad, if it kills him!

He starts parenting books. And annotates them. And tries to hand them out to his fellow sect leaders during discussion conferences. The author would like to argue he provides a vital service, considering the level of parenting exhibited by the older generation. Unfortunately only Lan Qiren takes him up on the offer.

Meanwhile, Wen Ruohan has moved on to reading about teen psychology and the importance of positive reinforcement. It probably doesn't apply to his sons (they're both adults after all), so he decides to try it on one of the other kids. The first time he pays a compliment to Wei Wuxian/Jiang Cheng/Jin Zixuan (could be any of them and you know it!), he is very confused as to why the poor boy spends some time afterwards staring off into the middle distance.

And then subject of the Lan summer camp comes up. Look his favourite niece and nephew are on that year's age group. He has opinions! And possibly notes. I mean, he had been thinking of organising something similar, but the décor in Nightless City seems to put people off for some reason.

Wei Wuxian, not-so-closet goth that he is, doesn't get it either. Spooky décor and an excellent archery range and plenty of places he can fool around and experiment with talismans without setting any vital structures on fire? Sign him up! And if he does set something on fire, it'll just add to the aesthetic. Plus Wen Qing is fun in a scary kind of way and Wen Ning is adorable and he can have two little brothers, what of it? He can have as many little brothers as he wants Just like Nie Huaissang can have as many big brothers as he wants.

But back to the original point! Imagine Wen Ruohan and Lan Qiren having a very unspoken and very dignified (and very, very vicious) rivalry over who is the better parent by having competing summer camps one summer after the other. They regularly try to one-up each other on how their boys are doing.

Lan Qiren: "Well, my two are ranked first and second in the most-desirable cultivators list - again." Wen Ruohan: "Well MY two don't need to be on there because I've already secured marriages for them."

Wen Ruohan would totally turn a blind eye to Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue sneaking out because he knows it'd piss Lan Qiren off.

It is only a matter of time before one of the other sect heirs slips and calls Wen Ruohan "dad" by accident. My money is on Jin Zixuan. The one braincell trio calls him uncle cause Nie Huaissang did it once by accident, Wei Wuxian thought it was hilarious and Jiang Cheng didn't want to be excluded. And then, just to be fair, they start calling Lan Qiren "uncle" too.

Lan Qiren can't decide if he's glad to be on the apparently trusted adult list or annoyed Wei Wuxian found yet another way to sass him. He's also secretly disappointed that literally no-one calls him "dad". Let's be real, he just doesn't have dad energy. He may comfort himself with the knowledge that he at least has parent energy, unlike some other people we could mention.

As always co-authored with/enabled by @sswangxian

[emmafreakecreations]

Reading ACOSF for the first time

I enjoyed this one, it was nice to see Nesta have some sort of character development. This book was too long though and the plot other than Nesta's healing was non-existent. I'll be honest I think the only appeal of this book for most ppl would be the spice. I'm just gonna write random thoughts in bullet points bc i feel like i don't remember most of what happened.

The House of Wind is my new favorite character. When Nesta first started living there the house was like "EAT DAMMIT AND YEAH YOU ONLY GET WATER" and heated her room instead of giving her a fire. Also the fact that it would give her romance books *chef's kiss*

I know Nesta spending a ton of Rhys's money was bad and a cry for help but I felt like all the character's reaction to it was silly bc it's like you guys established in the novella that you guys are so wealthy that buying a ton of expensive jewels for Amren wouldn't put a dent in you r coffers so I have no pity for you having to pay a tavern that much

It's stupid that Feyre and Rhys made that bargin. Like did Rhys and Feyre not think that through and the consequences if they died before peace was found. These two have become just annoying to me as a couple since the novella.

While reading this book I was thinking why do I feel less stressed out and angry while reading this and then Tamlin showed up. Then I was like oh that's why this book has been so stress free. I have said before that I wish he could have some sort of redemption and healing process but the fact that I was enjoying the book until he showed his furry self really says something.

I Love Gwyn and Emmerie and their close female friendship with Nesta. Swapping books, having sleepovers and making friendship bracelets. I love it.

Nesta was calling ppl out, like saying to Elain when did you get interesting and calling Rhys and Feyre out for the ridiculous amount of wealth. I do acknowledge that Nesta revealing Feyre going to die was a low blow bc she did it out of anger to get back at her, but she had a point that it was fucked up that they were keeping that from Feyre. They were keeping information about Feyre's OWN BODY FROM HER and that they were looking for a way to fix it-something she should have been involved in since you know IT'S HER OWN BODY. I appreciate that Feyre understood that it wasn't Nesta's fault and she wasn't angry at her she was angry at Rhys.

I understand Rhys's concern about the enemies knowing Feyre is pregnant but I really feel the shield was overkill, weird, and overprotective. It made me uncomfy. Seems like Ryhs is acting like a certain someone from book 2

I just love that Nesta just keeps getting proposed to in this book. Like Eris and Lanthys see Nesta and are like "omg this females is just so powerful and owns it. She must be my Queen."

THE DANCE SCENE WITH ERIS OMG

Mor at first was not being helpful and took it to far being mean to Nesta. I did like her teaching Nesta the dances and realizing they needed a dress for her. And Nesta told her that she didn't want anything too revealing like what Mor wears bc she is not comfortable. And I think it just clicked in Mor's head what Nesta meant when they first met that she wouldn't wear Mor's dress. It's not like she didn't like it, it just wasn't something Nesta would wear and Mor was really nice and accommodating. And I'm glad these two can be civil now.

I'm tired of reading fae being able to smell arousal and pregnancy. It's weird they are like werewolves. Like other series and books I have read with fae don't have an acute sense of smell

I'm mad that Nesta lost her powers it feels like SJM was like "sorry no one can be more powerful than Rhys and Feyre"

I felt like Nesta kinda lost her snarkyness and smiled too much at the end. (she's the type of person who smiles occasionally but with no teeth) I also think she wouldn't have wanted a big mating ceremony- maybe like a courthouse one with her friends and family. I also don't see her wanting children and just being content with being an aunt. I feel like she turned into Feyre towards the end.

I miss book 1 Lucien

I have a book recommendation too. If you want a story similar to ACOTAR but the main character actually deals with her family trauma then A Dance with the Fae Prince by Elise Kova is your book. The set up is similar to cinderella- abusive step-mom and step-sister- and the myth of Eros and Psyche- bc of debt the step-mom sells mc hand in marriage, but when the mc gets to her new husbands house she is not allowed to see him. Also the main guy is amazing and I love him. oh and the are actually fae and not just hot humans with magic.