#i said “make me” and well. guess what happened.

[evilincoperated]

Insecurities

Pairing: Early Seasons!Spencer Reid x gn!reader (No use of y/n)

Summary: Spencer just can't understand why you'd be with him.

Fluff and hurt/comfort

wc: ~600 words

cw: Insecure talk, very very slight little women spoilers

You were sunshine, you were like a perfect cup of coffee, black with a ton of sugar. Spencer just couldn’t understand. You were you, funny, gorgeous, smart, loving, and perfect. And he was him, too tall, too skinny, too awkward, he rambled about things that almost nobody cared about, his tie was always crooked no matter what he did, in short, he was just not right. And yet you were with him, you lived with him, you watched Star Trek with him, you said you loved him, and he just couldn’t understand. 

He was sitting on your couch, trying to read his copy of Little Women, you were both reading it at the same time, your own mini-book club. But instead of being able to read he was watching you. Just wondering why you stayed, why you chose him, why you said yes. “Spence?” “Hm?” He blinked a few times after hearing your voice. “You’re staring,” you said, looking up from your book and smiling. “What are you at chapter forty or something?” You said grinning. “No, no, I'm past that.” “Of course you are.” You looked back down and continued reading. 

Spencer tried to continue reading, but he just kept glancing up. “What chapter are you on?” “Fifteen, but I already know what will happen.” “Then why’d you pick this book?” “Cause I love it.” He smiled at you, reaching out to grab your hand, you obliged, smiling. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, or are we going to keep acting like nothings wrong while you stare at me?” “I’m just confused.” “You? Genius Spencer Reid confused about something?” He glared at you playfully. “What are you confused about? Little Women isn’t that confusing, but if you’re a Jo and Laurie truther then I might have to leave the room for a minute.” “I guess I just don’t understand why you’re with me.” 

You sit your book down and adjust yourself so you’re sitting up and looking at him, “What the hell do you mean by that?” You ask, staring at him, clearly upset by the question. “Well, I mean you’re so perfect-” “I’m absolutely not perfect but go on.” 

“You know what I mean,” he swallows. “You’re just way too good for me, you’re beautiful, and I’m just me. And I mean I just don’t get it. Nobody gets it. Everybody tells me I really lucked out, and that you’re way out of my league, and I agree. You’re everything. You could have anyone you want, you could literally be a model, and you’re with me. And I just don’t know why.”

You blinked a few times and stared at him blankly. “First of all, I could not be a model. I do not have the mental health capacity for that,” you get up and sit next to him. “Secondly, I could not have anyone I want, but even if I could, I’d still want you.” You cuddle into his side, “This may sound cheesy, but even though I’m not perfect, I’m perfect for you.” He smiled and laughed a little, “You’re right, that was cheesy.” “I know I didn’t magically get rid of your insecurity, and saying that you have no reason to be insecure isn’t exactly helpful. But it's true, and I’ll always be there for you.”

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “It makes me feel a bit better.” “Good.” “Sorry I pulled you away from your book.” “Don’t worry about it, I’ve read it before. I love you Spencer.” “I love you too.”

[x-ang3l-x]

- You sure your not a virgin? (E.W)

cw: mean!readerx loser!ellie, high school bully x ellie, degration, porn with some plot like really really mean, virginity mocking, enemies to lovers, hate sex, homophobia, d slur used,!NSFW, mdni.

A/N: This is based off a script from scriptbin which I also think is an audio on soundgasm- If I find them i'll add the links <3

reblogs appreciated

"I'm gonna go look around, I'll catch up with you." I slur before making my way out of the bar area and into the arcade. I walk into an overstimulating sea of lights and sound and geeks slouched over some consoles spending their wages on video games. I silently wished to myself we would had gone somewhere where I could've taken someone home tonight, but I don't think that's going to happen at the barcade.

I have a couple spare tokens in my back pocket, I fish them out and relecantly sigh as I find some random shitty game and stroll next to it. Theres a girl sitting on one of the stools. I couldn't really make out her face under the strobe lights, but I could make out a malnourished figure hunched over the arcade game, her nose buried in the screen. Auburn hair shagged just at her shoulders, glasses peering off the tip of her nose.

I strut up to her and wait a few moments for her to look at me. She doesn't. "Anyone sitting here?" I ask reluctantly

The girl does not turn her head, but responds. "Isn't it obvious?"

Okay, well fuck it. "I'm sitting here anyways. Whatcha gonna do about it?

"As long as you leave me alone, nothing."

God this bitch was blunt. For a moment she started to remind me of somebody I once knew but I brushed the feeling off before I continued. "So, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be going out to like, real bars?"

"Isn't this a real bar?"

I scoff. "This is barley a bar. You don't even have a drink."

"I'm not here to drink."

"You know what, I’m feeling charitable today, how about I buy you one?" For a brief moment the girls hand on the joystick faulters before continues her game.

"It's okay, don't waste your money."

"Yeah, come on, you pick. Whatever you want, baby I’ll get it." I seductivley say with a slight tilt of my head. The girl fails to conceal a small chuckle and softly bites her bottom lip when she does.

And I can't even lie, it was fucking cute.

But I still couldn't shake the feeling like I knew her from somewhere.

"Hey.. can you look at me really quick?" I ask. She pretends to not hear me. "C'mon, even I know you can pause that. Turn your head." I'm met with a bewildered expression plastered on a pretty face. Pink, pouted lips, huge glossy eyes staring at me from behind her glasses. "You look familiar." I mumble.

Wait, hold on a second.

"Nooo fucking way."

No way this girl didn't know who I was the second I started talking to her. This theory was solidified after she flushed beet red right after I said her name.

"Ellie Williams. Oooh My god, how have you been? You look- You look great, actually, seriously."

Ellie doesn't say anything, just silently staring at me with her mouth slightly agape. "What, can't take a compliment?"

"Didn't you like.. bully me? All of high school?"

Okay, yeah, that is how I knew her. I tormented this poor, friendless, loser every day for four years straight.

"Well..I mean, yeah, I did. But that's high school, literally no one cares about that!" I laugh. Well, except you, obviously."

Ellie scowls at me. "Whatever, see you haven't peaked since then."

"I'll actually have you know that I'm getting a promotion next week, so suck my dick."

"Promoted to what? Bosses least favorite?"

"Whatever, dyke." I cross my arms and give her a bit of an evil smile. "Least I’m not spending my Friday night playing fucking video games from the 80’s."

“70’s, actually”

"70's, actually!" I mock with a lisp.

Ellie just keeps glaring me down and spitting rebounds out. "I don't see you holding any high scores."

"Yeah, because I grew up, Williams. Let me guess, you spend every single Friday night here making sure no one takes away your precious fucking numbers on a screen."

"And what did you grow into, scoring bodies?"

What is wrong with this bitch? "Did you just call me a slut?" I dour.

Ellie stands up, seemingly prepared to walk away from the conversation. "Yeah, I did. Gonna do something about it?"

I also rise, meeting her height and overpowering her skinny frame. "Okay, you know what, fuck you and fuck this attitude that you have. I don’t need some fucking loser who hangs out at an arcade every night because she can’t help but have a little pity party because they were too fucking nerdy for anyone to like them telling me that they’re somehow better than me!"

Ellie doesn't walk away, she just lets out an offended grunt before eyeing me up and down. I decide that maybe it's time to have some fun with this. Just like back in high school. How I used to berade the girl every single second I could get to, and how i'd catch her holding back a smile as I did so.

"You know, I bet your sorry little ass that I could fuck this attitude right out of you."

Ellie's head whipped up, eyes meeting mine and holding a glimmer of hope. "W- what?" she stuttered.

"Aww, that got the little loser blushing." I say striding towards said blushing mess. "What, does this dumb little dyke get wet when some mean bitch tells her they could ruin her?" I lower my voice and place my lips next to her ear, barley grazing it as I spoke. "I bet you probably get off on that sort of shit, pervert."

I swear to god I could hear a moan in the back of Ellie's throat as I challenged her.

"Wanna put your money where your mouth is?" She whispered.

My breath hits her ear hot and hard."Fucking...Yeah. Yeah, I do think I can put my money where my mouth is. What, are you trying to get me to take you home with me?"

I'm only met with a shit eating grin spreading across her face.

"I'm gonna fuck that look off your face- let's go nerd."

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"I take it that you like my bedroom?" I ask as I lead the victim into my room. "Sorry that I don’t have a bunch of geek shit on the walls, I normally bring cool people over."

"To sleep with?" Ellie asks.

"Yeah, so?" I respond. "I’ve only slept with a few of them, so what? Least I’m not still a fucking virgin like you"

"I- I'm not a-" she starts, tripping over her own words.

I kick my shoes off and Ellie follows, watching my every move as though I was about to murder her. "Yeah fucking right, You don’t have to lie and tell me that you’ve slept with someone, I can tell you haven’t."

"How can you tell?"

"How can I tell? How can I tell?! I can tell by the way you’re shaking in your fucking shoes right now, bitch. Look at you. You don’t know whether to piss your pants or go blind." And I wasn't lying, the girl seriously was fucking pissing herself right now. Cute, but awfully pathetic. "It’s okay hun, everyone is nervous their first time! But it’s not like you’ll be doing any of the work."

Ellie lets out an awkward laugh."W- why?"

" I invited you over here because I’m gonna fuck that snarky, know it all, superiority complex right out of you....

... only if you really want me to."

"Do you want me to?" I ask, my hands softly feeling around her belt buckle. I get myself as close to her face as I can, inches away from shoving my tounge down her throat.

"Yes.." She softly whispered against my mouth, leaning in to kiss me before I pull back.

"You can be louder than that. I know you’ve got some big words in that head of yours, fucking use them."

"Pleaseee, please mommy please fuck me- fuck all this goddamn attitude right out of me- please."

My palm lightly slaps her cheek. "Good girl." I praise before kissing her, our lips interlocking and quickly moving into a deep passionate movement, our younger clashing against one another as she desperately maoans into my mouth. "This your first kiss, loser?" I ask as I pull away, latching myself onto her neck. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" And by the way she moans I can tell she does.

"You like when I kiss you neck... what about when I bite it?" I mumble before sinking my teeth into her flesh. She lets out a pornogroahic moan, head snapping up as she bites her lip to hold back another one. "God, listen to you... I could listen to you whine all day."

"Please..." Ellie groans against my skin.

"What was that?"

"Please touch me.."

"You want me to touch you...down here?" I say before lightly tracing my finger over her clothed slit. Ellie bucks her hips up in pleasure, trying to get more. "Keep still. I think I’d rather have you beg before I even think of laying a finger down there."

Ellie only reponds with incoherent phrases and moans as she tries to plead with me.

"My god, you are one desperate little loser, arent you? I'm not touching you until you beg for it like a little depraved loser."

"Please, please, I need you so fucking bad, my pussy needs you, I- I'm so wet- please.."

"That’s just not good enough, dyke. C’mon, you know I’m out of your league. And yet here I am being kind enough to stand in front of you. You should be on your fucking knees for me-" And in not even one second Ellie has immediately dropped to her knees and is softly pleading as she looks up at you with such sad, begging eyes.

"Woah, okay, taking that literally I see. Hm, I don’t know. I don’t think I should forgive you so easily, not with how much of a fucking brat you were being.

That being said, it is nice to see that you know your place. Begging me to touch you, It’s reallyyyy cute."

At this point Ellie looked like she was going to cream her pants, whimpering and panting like a fucking dog in heat. At any moment in looked like she would start humping the ground beneath me. "Your sooo pretty" is the only thing to come out of her mouth.

"God, you’re such a fucking loser. But you have such a pretty mouth, it would be a shame not to put it to good use.." I take a handful of her hair and pull it down so she could look at me better, admire me better.

"I'm gonna make you a deal, i'll let you eat me out." At this Ellies face radiated. "And if you do an especially good job, then maybe I'll touch you. If you don't- your not gonna fucking come. Okay?"

Ellie's head vigorously nodded up and down in acceptance, excitedly staring directly at my pants as I pull them down, revealing my glistening wet cunt to her. "You like my pussy? Quite the view isn’t it, nerd? You got me wet. Be proud of yourself.

And once I concluded with that scentence Ellie dived in, her tounge licking a stripe from my ass to my clit before stopping to softly suck on my bud.

"Oh- oh my fucking god.. fucking work that mouth whore.."

Her tounge lapped at me hurriedly, like it was her last meal. Like she was a woman starved. Maybe her malnourished figure was just a physical representation on how much pussy she was eating. Zero. Until now of course, until now where I have to tell her to slow down for a minute because she has no patience, just greedily slopping up my pussy juice like the stupid gay bitch she is. "Look at me, some fucking nerd is getting my fucking legs shaking. Guess anything really is possible, isn’t it?"

"Stupid fucking loser."

And with that I pulled her head off of my pussy, right before I could reach my climax. "Aww, look at that poor face. Did you want me to come all over your face? Poor girl." I fake pouted.

"Too bad, slut. But don’t worry. You did a good job, you get to make me cum while I fuck you. Oh, that made you smile, didn’t it?" Ellie shakes her head again without saying another word.

"Take your clothes off then, slut."

Ellie was sprawled out on the bed, pieces of baby hair clung to her sweat covered skin as she despratley moaned like the whore she was.

"Hollyyyy shit, your soo fucking right, brat." I breathed out as I shoved one finger and and out of her hole. "Look at you, squirming from just one finger. Your such a pervert."

Ellie can do nothing but agree, nodding her head and moaning. "More- please, I want more-"

"Hm? Touch you? You want me to touch you here baby?"

"You want me to just rest a finger on this pretty little pussy?"

"Wow, you’re eager. I guess you want me to touch it more?"

And with every single phrase you used meant to humilate her, Ellie simply build up her orgasm more and more. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.." she mewled.

"How does my hand feel, nerd? It feels good? It feels sooo good, I know." I can't help but laugh a bit maniacally as I thrust another finger inside her. "I wanna hear you say it."

"It.. feels.. so.. good..

.. so. good."

My fingers rapidly fuck into her cunt over and over again, making a mess drip down my hand. "What a pathetic little pervert.." with that comment Ellie's pussy sucks my fingers in so well, I can tell the phrase really got to her.

"Don’t pretend I didn’t feel this pussy twitch. You do love it when pretty girls are mean to you, don’t you?"

Don’t you?

"Yes-"

"God listen to that...You’re such a desperate loser. A desperate loser having the time of her fucking life. You’re sure you’re not a virgin, dyke?"

"Oh, god, that got you going didn’t it? Look at those hips move. You must really like it when some pretty girl makes you do whatever she wants. Is that what you want? To just do whatever pretty girls tell you to do and have them make fun of you? "

"What a stupid little dyke. I think that’s exactly what you want."

"Aren’t you glad you ran into me?"

"Fuck, me. You’re a loser, but my god are you one good girl."

And with that she snapped, coming completely undone as my fingers were completely drenched with her fluids, but I wasn't going to stop yet, I just couldn't.

"Maybe it’s not just any mean girl. Maybe it was me. Just me. You’ve probably wanted me to screw the brat out of you for such a long time. You’ve wanted me to fucking use you. To own you. Is that it baby? Is that what you want?"

Say it. I know you want to.

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a/n wait i lowk rlly like this

[fromchaostocosmos]

Okay and there is a reason that I like a lot of Jewish people grew up with learning about certain brands that we don't buy from.

Like I didn't know this about GM, but the other brands are all brands that I grew up being with the idea of you don't buy these brands. Ford cars were included.

And guess what happened in Jewish communities with Telsa cars even before Elon Musk did the Nazi salute. When Musk showed just how antisemitic he is and how much he was profiting from it lots of Jews started leaving twitter and if leasing Tesla's decided to not renew said lease and for those who bought a Tesla they sold it*.

And after the Nazi salute whoever still had one when there are even less.

We don't fuck around. We remember this shit. There are Jews who will not buy anything from adidas not because of Kanye West, but because of their Nazi ties though Kanye West did not help.

Same goes for buying Puma.

Hugo Boss and Porsche while are luxury and high end brands they are still brands with Nazi ties. Hugo Boss fucking designed the Nazi uniform.

So I don't know what this twitter post is trying to say.

Because yes the reality is a disgustingly gross amount of companies that exist today either collaborated with the Nazis hi associated press and/or were able to become the powerhouses that they are because they used Jewish slave labor and/or like Chanel and Porsche used Nazi laws to get rid of Jewish co-owners though at least Chanel is now back under the ownership of the original Jewish family that Chanel turned into the Nazis to steal the company.

So if that is the point that there is Nazi related history to a lot of companies then yes that is true, but that doesn't mean we should excuse it nor should be chill with companies trying to create new Nazi ties.

The reality is that so many companies own other companies so at the end of the day it is like 5 corporations or less per industry basically a real monopoly type situation. And we all got buy stuff. So it is matter of having some kind of system for where your line in the sand is and what are values are.

Because it is about finding a balance at a certain point between what is available, what is affordable, and what is consistent with your ethics.

So for me I try to do my research on products and when I'm in position that I can afford it I try to buy from small business that are responsible in how they make and source their products.

I try to buy local not in that it needs to be local to me, but that if I want for example Shea Butter I buying from a seller to which my money is going back into community from which it came.

And I have certain companies that I never want give money to if I can help it.

Now with all that said sometimes the reality is I can not afford to shop this way. Sometimes I am going to have to go walmart, target and/or amazon and buy stuff from there even though I really would rather not.

Because sometimes that is the only choice because either that is the only place that is selling the item or it is all that I can afford at the time.

But pointing a list of car companies and then saying well they all had Nazi ties so who gives if a fuck Elon Musk did a Nazi salute has got to one of the more illogical things I seen. Because you should care. You should care about those companies Nazi ties and you should care about Elon Musk doing a Nazi salute. In fact you can care about both. You can even be disgusted by both and desire for all parties to be held accountable for their actions something which has not happened really. There has been no actual consequences for anyone in the tweet.

This got a bit rambbly and I'm not sure how to end my thoughts. So just those are all my thoughts.

*(not every one can afford to sell their car and then buy a new one so not including those)

From a Facebook thread:

[creatingblackcharacters]

not the same anon who asked about "pale" skin, but I've been considering the semantics of that issue as well - Ice, can you explain why and how precisely pale/blanched/ashen read different to Black people? I understand culture/society and language and how someone grew up have an influence on this, so I'm not expecting a universal answer, but I'm genuinely curious about the specific connotations attached

I can see why you take issue with the word "pale" in that ask, so I guess my question is more why does one specifically read worse than the other? as in what's the framework, what's the toolbox I'm working with as a writer? - how does blanche win over pale in this context when blanche is the French word for the colour white? how do pallid, deathly pallor, sallow-faced and wan factor into this, when they're all variations of a similar thing? so which ones get a pass in a metaphorical sense, are there any? how does context factor into picking the right words? (for the sake of an example: pale skin vs pale brown skin) and which words do Black readers want to see if not the above? is it best practice to default to what's actually going on (e.g. they're in shock, they're cold, they suffer from blood loss and it shows)?

I'm an ESL writer so being able to navigate my dictionaries well is an important skill to me, and being able to contexualise these things always helps a lot in making better word choices (essentially - what are the tools I apply to get the result I need? is a simple definiton enough or do I also need cultural understanding and etimology? I write fantasy, so I do occasionally think these things to pieces)

It took me some time to answer this because- I have to be honest- I was quite offended at something you implied here 😅 I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt, bc I don't think you meant to, but I will absolutely need you to reframe your thinking after this. I'm probably not gonna answer all your questions either, sorry.

They don't read different to Black people, they read different to y'all!

You must understand that, from some of the questions I've received, and from the things that many a Black reader has read by nonblack (usually white) authors, it is often clear that some of you do not understand how we function or even look as human beings. It's as though we're another species, sometimes.

And that is not brand new! The history of antiblackness in medicine and physiology is as old as racism itself! Thinking that we do not blush- even though blushing is a physiological, human reaction. "Paler", as though that itself is not a word used from a eurocentric perspective to describe blood leaving a pale face. Blanche is also a verb describing blood leaving the face, which happens to everyone, but like you said... Rooted in literal whiteness.

We use physiological descriptions for Black people because if we don't, y'all do not understand how these words- and thus the reactions- apply to us! Because sure, we could use "paled"- if yall understood that it doesn't mean we get lighter skinned. Sure, we could use "blushed pink"- if you understood that it doesn't mean our brown cheeks turn a whole different color. Sure, we could say "pallid as death"- the one time being grey would make sense on our skin, as it is dry- but y'all don't understand that that doesn't mean getting lighter skinned.

You do not understand me; you do not understand how I as a human being function, even though I know enough about you to write you up entirely! I don't think 'oh well when pale folk blush and the writing says "cheeks darkened", they must mean that they're getting more melanin in their cheeks!' That sounds silly, right? And yet!

We use this language because it better allows us to be a part of a conversation that doesn't happen when the language and thus the visuals obtained still default to whiteness. And this has an effect from storytelling to having illnesses diagnosed. We're literally dying out here because doctors don't know what to look for on our skin or in our bodies; doctors that think having melanin makes your skin thicker and that being Black makes you less susceptible to pain somehow, that Black women bear childbirth pain better (despite dying more often) or that being Black is a pre-existing condition.

These are not words I'd have to lean on, if I knew that you understood how my body works the way you understood your own (and hell, y'all don't always understand that either 😅). Alas. Hope this made sense 👍🏾

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

slash x fem reader where she thinks theres something wrong with her because shes a virgin because she refused to sleep with people because she could never pleasure herself and didnt want to make them feel bad by just laying there but then she lets slash touch her and slash does stuff and shes like wow

A/n: oddly enough I have a Dave ask very similar to this one

Warnings: Smut, fingering (f receiving), loss of virginity, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You were sitting on the couch with Slash doing your own thing while he was watching something on the TV. You weren't really paying attention to it and evidently Slash wasn't either, his hand lazily finding your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.

It wasn't really that bad so you just cuddled closer to him, assuming that's what he wanted. A few minutes later and you were in his lap, nothing unusual there since he could be clingy when he wanted to be -or rather the weight was nice when he was zoning out.

Occasionally he would kiss you but over the next few minutes his hands started rubbing your sides, moving lower and lower until they got to the waistband of your sweats. "Slash," you said, voice soft. You placed your hands over his and looked back at him. "What're you doing?"

"Nothing." He said, barely sparing you a glance. "What was I doing?" Your cocked your head at him, giving his hand a gentle smack. He let out a soft chuckle and kissed the back of your neck. "Alright, well, what's so wrong about that?" He asked, pulling you tighter to him.

You let out a heavy sigh and shrugged. "Nothing, I guess..." You mumbled, watching his hands inch further down. "Stop." You said, and he did, though he was pouting behind you.

"Why, what's wrong?" He asked, leaning forward to see your face, making sure you were ok.

"Just... stop." You said, brushing his hands off your stomach. He huffed and kept his arms wrapped tight around you. "You know why."

Slash chewed his cheek, you were a virgin, that was the reason you gave him, never told him why and he didn't really ask past 'can you still blow me'. "Are you waiting for marriage or something?" You and Slash hadn't been dating all that long, a few months now, almost half a year. To his credit Slash had been patient, he wasn't usually, his libido was high and you were just sitting there so pretty all the time...

"No, ew." You mumbled, leaning back into him, getting more comfortable in his lap. You took a deep breath before continuing. "It's just... I've never, like, you know." You said, gesturing vaguely.

Slash blinked at you. "You've never... what? You've never had sex, so what? There's always now." He said with a teasing grin, squeezing your hips gently.

You looked back to the TV, slumping slightly. "I've never cum before." You mumbled, sinking in on yourself.

Slash raised a brow at you. "And?"

"And?" You repeated, looking back at him.

"And what?" He asked. "That can't be it, you've never gotten off before? That's your big secret?" You thought about it for a moment, saying repeating it back to yourself it really was a non issue and you nodded but still. Slash scoffed. "Jesus, tell me when you kill someone." You smacked his shoulder, drawing a laugh from him.

He pulled you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Doesn't matter to me, you know." He said, switching his attention to the screen. "Just means I get to be the first to make you cum." A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he said it.

You stared at the TV a few feet away, getting comfortable in his arms. "Some women can't, you know." You said softly. "Just doesn't happen." Again Slash scoffed, this time reaching down and spreading your legs.

"That's bullshit." He said. "You really need someone to show you it's not true?" You closed your legs again but he kept his hands on your knees.

"No, it-it's not that, I think."

"Then what is it?" You looked back at him, chewing your cheek. You knew you had to tell him now, there was no getting around it.

"It-it's not just that I've never made myself... finish." You said, cheeks heating up at the topic of conversation. "Like, actually doing it and stuff just doesn't feel good..."

For a moment neither of you said anything, then Slash pulled you back with him, letting out a heavy sigh. "If all you're worried about is my ego getting hurt by not making you cum I don't see why I can't still touch you." He mumbled, pulling your head to his shoulder.

"Seriously?" You asked. "That's what you got from what I said?"

He thought for a moment before shrugging. "I mean, I won't if you don't want me to, I'm just saying it's fun to play with while I'm watching TV." He said, rubbing your thigh again, urging your legs to open for him.

You thought for a moment, staring at the screen. "That's weird, Slash, don't say stuff like that." He chuckled but continued to rub on you, hand slipping between your legs. You let him because Spongebob was coming on and he was bound to get distracted.

You let him rub you through your sweat, it felt as usual, weird and a little uncomfortable but you let him continue.

His hand slipped under your waistband, tracing your panties. You felt a flutter in your gut but brushed it off, inhaling softly and adjusting in Slash's hold. He pecked your cheek, fingers finding your clit. He was gentle, not really paying any attention to what he was doing and just toying with you, but you were definitely paying attention now.

Your breathing was getting heavy, face flushed as his fingers ran over you, rubbing your clit in circles through the thin, now wet fabric of your panties. "Slash..." You breathed, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck.

"Feels good?" He asked, looking over you with a small smile. You nodded against him and he pulled his hands away, pushing your sweats and panties off so he could see just how good you felt. "Look at that~" He purred, pushing a finger through your folds to gather your juices. "Just needed someone who knew what they were doing, didn't you?" He brought his hand to your mouth and had you suck yourself off of him.

Your grabbed his wrist and brought his hand back to your cunt. "Please, don't stop." You'd never had someone made you feel good, it was mostly your fault but this was still a new feeling, and you knew what it was, what it would lead to. You were more than ready to finally feel that bliss.

Slash didn't protest, happy to accept your request and keep playing with you while he watched his show. He pushed a finger into you, your back arched and a gasp left you, legs spreading, begging for more.

He started thrusting his digit in and out of you slowly, making sure you felt it every time his knuckle left or pushed in. It was only a little stretch but it was definitely something. When he curled his fingers you nearly broke.

It took him a minute to find that spongey spot but when he did he started moving his hand faster, hitting that same spot repeatedly while your moans got louder, filling the living room while he just sat there, a grin spread over his face. The TV was falling into the background now, he was more interested in watching your expressions, the shock at how good it could really feel.

Knowing this was your first time and he shouldn't make you do too much he didn't, he kept a rhythm he liked and hit the same spot over and over, watching your face contort in pleasure. "Slash, it-it feels weird." You mumbled, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"It's supposed to." He assured, kissing down your neck. "Just let it happen, gonna cum soon and it's gonna feel so good." He mused, sucking on a sensitive spot he knew you liked.

You were clenching around his finger, sucking it in. Your leg pulled up, you didn't know why but it did, and it felt better this way, leaving you more open for him. Your hands tightened, clawing at the air around you while your mouth open and closed, blubbering like a fish but no sounds came out at you came.

Your eyes rolled back, a wave of heat and pleasure flooding over you. Slash didn't stop, letting you ride it out. When you came down from it he pulled his finger out of you, making you whine, and he brought it to his own lips, sucking you off of him now. "Mmh... salty." He mumbled, kissing your cheek. Your breathing was still heavy, your mind a little foggy, but you knew what you wanted.

You looked up at him, eyes struggling to focus on him. "Do more."

[collectivephilosopher]

ARCANE WASTED POTENTIAL (PART 6)

(An analysis of Arcane's missed opportunity and what could have been. The title might be a little confusing but since I've started by it, I've decided to stuck with it to avoid anyone feeling gaslighted :p)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

About Vi and the enforcer.

To be frank, I'm not against the idea at all. I knew she was a cop in the game so I figured she will be too in S2.

Didn't think they'll botch it but sure.

I made a post asking for anyone's opinion about Vi becoming a cop, specifically in act 1:

See the post here

And from there I can take some points as to most people's problem with this topic.

1. It could work but it was not handled well. I thought people would be against the idea altogether but I was wrong.

2. Vi's shift to my sister is gone was not shown/too fast.

3. Vi feeling sympathy for the councils makes no sense. And if the point was that she was feeling sympathy for Caitlyn instead, it still not believeable enough that she would wear the uniform of her oppressor.

As for me, mostly I agree with this reblog.

It would be believeable that she was guilt tripped into joinning the enforcer in act 1.

I do like the fact that Vi looked awkward and clearly doesn't really want to wear an enforcer outfit in episode 2. That character point was fine. The problem is whatever happened that leads to it.

1. The Jinx part

I agree that it's so jarring that Vi so quickly decided on her sister is gone. Even if this is a character trait (however you want to spin that), we need to see what lead Vi to this conclusion. Aka not having it happened off screen.

You can say Vi stopped seeing Jinx as her sister in the end of season 1 but like... why? Jinx never said they're not sisters anymore. Jinx just said they both have changed.

Even so again, I need to see the innerworking of Vi's mind. Show me her lamenting about Jinx, thinking about her sister for once because all the scene before that is Vi looking at Caitlyn and looking sad/guilty (which I will discuss more in the next part).

2. The councilors part

This is yes, I agree too. Why the hell is Vi feeling bad about dead council? Just in S1 she watched Jayce (accidentally) killed a child and her reaction was showing Jayce her knowledge about the reality of the shit happened in Zaun. She's aware of the councilors' doing. Like, it doesn't have to be her, just look at other Zaunites. No one gives a shit about the councilors dying (they give too much no shit in fact that it became another problem which i will not discuss here) and from episode 4 we know that Zaunites will jump at the chance if they have the strength like Jinx.

Mind you, Vi ending up in stillwater is because the councilors wanted a pound of flesh for Piltover (whether Marcus' doing or whatever lead to that).

"Oh she's feeling bad for Caitlyn not the councilors."

Okay but still not enough. Not enough for her to suddenly think her sister is gone, not enough for her to accept the badge. And it was true. Vi rejected the badge.

Until like, the memorial attack. I don't really get Vi's line of thinking here.

First, she really should be stoned that pilties have funerals and a fucking memorial. Second, I guess she feels bad for that one crying child...? Third, she accepted the badge because caitlyn said,

"Everywhere I slice it, if I go after your sister alone, one of us comes back in a box. It's all coming apart."

So what Caitlyn is saying is basically if she goes after Jinx alone, either Jinx or she will die. And she won't know which one will happen. And Vi's response was... I'll help you... to... what...? To make sure it's my sister who died instead...? I guess at this point she doesn't see Jinx as sister anymore... so... okay man.

3. The Zaun part

I need to see more of the grey too. First we're not gonna discuss Caitlyn's usage of the grey because I'm honestly tired of it. But I need to see how Caitlyn convinced Vi to do it to Zaun. Vi should know about the air quality down there. She grew up with it. But I guess the arguments is that they only use it against "criminals" and they "deserve" it. Y'know, if we ignore how gas works.

My quick fix to this is honestly? Just make Jinx go through with her promise of war. Make Jinx terrorize Piltover more. Make her bombed more enforcers daily. If the attack has not stopped, it would convince Vi more to stop Jinx. It would also help shaping Zaun's image of Jinx.

I don't usually bring League's lore but In Lol Jinx is the mad bomber that Zaunites have mixed feelings on. On one side she put Piltover on their place but on the other side, she also have hurt Zaunites too.

I'm not gonna talk too much about Jinx here since I'm gonna discuss about her in my next post.

And honestly about the entire Vi being an enforcer thing would've make so much better sense if the show showed us Piltover on interpersonal level. As in, showing us what it is like to be normal piltie, not just the high standing houses. The most we get is Jayce who was a toolmaker and Viktor who was a Zaunite living in Piltover. What about other piltovians? We were not shown them as individual but rather a system. And as a system, yes, they are in the wrong.

Enforcers too were only shown as monsters (in S1) and incompetent (in S2) except for caitlyn. We were never shown other type of people who joined the enforcer because let's be real here, they can't just be a collective group of monster.

And you know what? Thinking about that I can't think of any worst wasted potential than these guys:

First, why are they in the show if the show isn't going to expand more on them? I talked about how Isha's potential was wasted as narrative tool for Jinx's character arc but these guys are way worse because they don't provide any function for Vi's character arc.

The most they do is Maddie being Caitlyn's rebound and Noxus' spy. (But let's be for real, that happened just because the writter wants a "third person in a relationship" character to be hated on.

My poor sweet summer child was made to be hated and cheered when killed.

Oh hey it rhymed

Seriously we don't know their back story, their motivation as enforcer, their feelings, something that made them human. Scratch that, fish guy Steb doesn't even have a line.

Why were they even chosen to be in this super elite team? Hell Maddie was just a junior officer.

My quick fix to this is to just make them all Caitlyn's trusted friends or something. That'll give Caitlyn a motivation to choose them.

Imagine if these guys actually have a character. Imagine that they're actually super excited to hunt down Jinx because Jinx is this hot topic myth amongst the enforcer at the moment. Imagine if Loris joined the enforcer because he was from the undercity or knows someone from the undercity, or just someone close to him really, who were hurt by the mobs down there so he thought joinning the enforcer will make the undercity a "safer place". Imagine if Steb is actually Caitlyn's senior had it not been for Caitlyn's "DeCorATeD OfFiCer" thing and he had a brother who was falsely accused and was thrown in stillwater (SOMEONE would certainly relate to it) so now he joined the enforcer to reform the system but he's struggling. Maddie could openly have a crush on Caitlyn and her and Vi could bond together in that topic, idk. LITERALLY ANYTHING.

I honestly can't think of any other way of Vi's character to progress as enforcer (alright to be fair they did drop enforcer vi plot in the middle) without going with the Attack on Titan route.

Eren came to his enemy's land expecting to see devils. But he then he ate the same food as his enemies, sleep in the same bed and live in the same roof and he realized they're not devils but humans. Children who has been taught doctrines about their enemies. He understand that and still he chose to be a monster and kill all of them.

This could've been Vi's route. That she thinks oh not all of them is bad. There are normal people too like me. People who were working, struggling to make ends. People who are trying to fight, to make the system better.

Now with this information, Vi can then CHOOSE for herself (despite the maybe her rocky guilt tripped start as an enforcer). Whether she'll think these people don't deserve the grief and terror Jinx brings upon them OR she could even think of how these people, struggling as they were, still have ten times better lifestyle than Zaunite. And she can chose to go back to Zaun. But by then it'll be Vi's decision.

[almostmylove]

Shatter me with your love. part 3

warning: neglect?

synopsis: a night through out Gotham without worries

“ what the hell are you doing kid?” That's the first thing you hear from cat woman that was now towering over your shaking, sobbing body.

Your silent weeps quickly turn into something that could have been considered ugly hiccups as you look up at her, dumbfounded. You don’t respond to her question but only stare for what feels like a eternity, you almost swear you could hear your tears dripping down onto the ground like a rainy night .

your eyes blink, pushing the dangling tear that snaps you out of your trance, remembering her question that you had forgotten because of shock and you scramble to answer .

“ well i just -, im not-i was just-” you stumble over your words as you try to speak, only managing to further fumbling over your quivering lips.

You would of never thought that one of Gotham’s well known and prettiest( in your opinion ) criminal would out of nowhere start talking to you so it caught you off guard. You had never spoken to her before or really know a lot about her, only hearing about her thru looking in newspapers and small comments from your father.

Over your incoherent rambling on what had happened you stopped upon hearing an annoyed sign from cat woman, making you hyper aware of everything. it was hard to believe one of your favorite villains was standing in front of you, paying attention to you( at least more then your father did)

Your tears dripped onto the dirty city floor, cat women’s gaze on you, how your hands clenched on your side or how you were slightly shivering from the autumn weather and your face felt like rubber unable to change your face from panic and suffering, your face feeling a bit too hot as if you were a cartoon character about to burst from anger, how runny your nose had been and how alone and desperate for love you felt.

The only thing to keep you warm was a small black scarf around your neck That was wrapped a bit too tightly for your comfort but you didn't to move

You were weak, unlike your brothers. You had always known that, from the time that your mother got thrown into a mental hospital to. well .now.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a latex gloves hand waving in your face , it was cat womans. She had offered her hand up to and you were not about to refuse now.

“Get up , don’t keep me waiting kid. ” she said her voice a hint of annoyance but her face seemed more say than annoyed . You take her hand and it feels awful warm despite it being covered by a latex glove. Not in a bad way tho but the kind that feels that would give warm hugs.

You never knew why she wore all latex because to you it would be very uncomfortable and inconvenient but at the same time you couldn’t really judge because your adopted dad was a middle aged billionaire that dresses up every night to fight crime in Gotham and never fully stops them because of “morals”.

Standing up makes something more apparent to you. she is a lot taller than you thought, you were up to her waist at the most.

“ thank you” you tell her shyly, you didn't why you were thanking her but you just wanted to. You stood tall , looking around around, trying to ignore the awkward silence consuming you both . “ there is nothing to thank me for , i did nothing” You could feel cat woman trying to analyze your face till something clicked in her mind. “ hey” she calls out to you, making your eyes shift to hers “ you're one of Bruce Wayne's kids no?” She question with curiosity. Her statement made you pause, freezing in place. you weren't ready for anyone to pay attention to you, let alone recognize you,

Even tho you knew it was dangerous engage with a villain but you responded either way( she looks nice enough).

“ yes ma’am that's me”

“ im gonna ask you again and give me you're going to give me straight answer, ok? “ she commands , her voice authoritative yet concerned

“ im not sure myself , i guess i was being dramatic” you chuckled to yourself , hoping she wouldn't pry and make you confess your dramatic reaction to being pushed out the way.

She signed dramatically putting her hand on her forehead as is she was getting a headache. “ fine if you don’t want to tell you dont have to. Just stop sobbing like a baby, its annoying.” She exclaimed.

Her eyes wondered around you before kneeling down to get on your level. “ i see your feeling a bit down , why don’t and you and i take a stroll around Gotham, what do you say” said says , her voice a calm and soothing tone. You didn't know why but you let your guard only respond in a reluctant hum. “ well i dont think my fathe-” you were interrupted by catwoman's voice “ listen kid, if he really cared wouldn’t he be with you”

The silenced that follow after wards was very loud but you knew she was correct. You had been out and away from the gala for over 20 minutes and no sign of them. None of them .

So in that moment you accept. No one else had comfort or even checked up on you like that in years, no even alfred. That night she took you all over gotham. From quickly (and nicely) robbing an icecream stands and eating it on a roof top to going to going to one of gothams only beaches that luckly wasn’t literally with trash. She even gave you a toy of your favorite character that you had talked about . You didn't have the heart to tell her that you had bought your own toy of the same kind. Through the night you got to know quickly a lot about her like how she was a mob boss once or that her sister was driven insane. You too shared personal stuff which took a invisible weight off your shoulders and you started to feel like you too started to bond. She offered to take you back home herself but you refused in fear of the off chance that she would try to rob the manner or that the cameras surrounding the manner ( installed by Bruce) would see you guys. You had her drop you off a few blocks away and you watch as she hopped from building to building like a sly cat tho you knew that she had followed You the whole way home, keeping you from getting robbed on that Gotham night. You never really knew why on that night she helped you out and you never got a chance to ask her after that. Once Bruce and your brothers came back from the gala they asked where you had gone and you told them a cheap answer on how you got tired and decided to walk home. You knew that Bruce didn’t fully believe you- , if he did then he wouldn’t be greatest detective in Gotham- maybe even the world, after that none of the payed any futher

It has been years since that night and your relationship with your “family” has gotten worse.

[coldilikeit]

Isekai reader x Batfam (Neglected au)

Female reader

Chapter 9- What's wrong with you Bruce?

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"Get up from there, that's not your seat" Damian glares at Viviana, the girl didn't move but only widened her eyes, seemingly making her look confused and wronged

"I'm sorry... Was it yours? I haven't been in the house long, so I don't know" she sheepishly smiled, Damian raised a brow "That's (Name)'s seat, get up"

You tilt your head "it's just a chair, I'll sit somewhere else", the boy gripped his fists tight "but that- you sit there and I sit beside you, then the one beside me is Dick, that's how I like it"

Viviana feigned sadness "Don't you want to sit next to me?" She said, "No" he said back

(Name), I'm sensing hostility

"yeah but when is Damian not hostile" you whisper quietly to the system

No I mean, hostile to you, Viviana is hostile to you, she doesn't seem to want to team up, according to her system, she thinks of you as a threat and she- oh my glitches, didn't you die by car accident?

"yeah..?"

Guess who was driving the car.

"What the fuck" you say outloud, too shocked to even whisper, Damian glares even further at Viviana, thinking she's the cause of your profanity

You look at the girl In front of you, why are you so stupid, of course not all reincarnators are good people, you were naive to think you'd found a companion, someone who'd understand the way you felt all these years feeling like you're living in someone else's body, slowly losing the memories of your past self

Viviana smiles, one that is too sinister to ignore, there you realize she wanted it, you wonder if she knows that she's the one who killed you, you stand up "I lost my appetite... I'm going for a walk" you say

"(Name)! What?... This is your fault!" Damian exclaims as he runs after you

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Bruce wakes up feeling okay... He's okay.

He remembers Viviana, the child who grew up without a father, and a child who'd recently lost her mother, he wanted to be able to dry his daughter's tears, and tell her it's okay, that she now has a family to cry with

Maybe he'll arrange his girls and Viviana an outing or maybe not Cassandra doesn't like going out much, Viviana should be his top priority, he does love his other children and he should probably check first if they're comfortable with hanging out with a person who's been a complete stranger not until last night, but Viviana is hurting...

He walks to the dining area seeing (Name) and Damian run off, what has Damian done now? Is (Name) alright, I should probably follow them to make sure they're okay

Viviana is right in front of him, Damian and (Name) can wait, his daughter is in front of him, and she looks... Upset?

Why is she upset?

Did something happen?

Did Damian fight her?

Is she not okay in the manor?

(Name) looked upset too

Enough about the others, Viviana is upset

"Is everything alright?" Bruce asked, he places his hand on the almost in tears girl's shoulder "I feel like-" *sniff* *sniff* "(Name) doesn't like me here, she cursed at me earlier"

(Name) was the reason? Well she probably had a good reason, she doesn't get upset at someone easily that wretched brat? Bruce thought she was finally behaving? Why on earth is (Name) making a sweet girl so upset? When she gets back I should punish her. No I shouldn't hurt (Name), she looked upset as well... Maybe it was a misunderstanding

"That doesn't sound like (Name)" Tim enters holding a bag of coffee beans munching on them like they're chips, Viviana sniffles "You weren't there... You don't know anything"

"yeah... And we can't just believe your word right? Let's ask (Name) what happened first-"

"Tim that's enough, don't interrogate Viviana, she's not a criminal, why would she even lie?" Bruce sneered, Tim looked taken aback "I wasn't saying she was lying I was just saying she might be twisting what actually happened to be innocent, (Name) isn't the type of person who curses at someone unprompted"

"so you're trying to shift the blame onto Viviana?" No he's not, he's just trying to find out what actually happened, why am I yelling at Tim? Bruce feels anger, why is everyone ganging up on Viviana?

Bruce sighs "I'll have Alfred summon (Name), she will be disciplined accordingly"

"Whoa hold one you don't even know what happened! Why are you set on punishing (Name) already, you should at least hear her side-"

"And? (Name) Is still the reason Viviana is upset, so she will be disciplined"

Tim scoffed "What's wrong with you? So if I said Viviana is upsetting me by sitting the wrong way will you discipline her? Also? Why is she sitting in (Name)'s seat, Alfred assigned Viviana her own seat earlier?"

"that's different."

"Well you-"

"Wait please stop! Don't fight because of me! Dad! Please don't punish (Name), it was nothing really... I forgive her" Viviana said meekly

Tim rolls his eyes "Okay court adjourned, no need to punish (Name)"

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Bruce: I love all my children equally.

*Viviana enters*

Bruce: Viviana is an angel amongst my children of demons

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Author: IM BACKKKKKKK

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[joeyalohadream]

Several Sentence Sunday (Thursday?)

I've been fading in and out of Tumblr the last few weeks so I've been tagged in a few things by a few people and I'm laaaaate to the game. So here's two little phone call snippets from the next chapter of Let your heart be light that is almost finished.

(Thank you for tagging me @weimarweekly and @swifty-fox ❤️)

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Gale’s phone vibrates in his pocket as he’s securing his tools in the barn.

[9:44am] John❤️: You busy?

He types out a quick message, letting John know he’d just finished cutting down a Douglas Fir for his first and only customer so far this morning. A few seconds after he hits send, his phone buzzes again and doesn’t stop.

The smile that tugs his lip up grows when he see’s that John’s calling him.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Gale.”

“Hi, John.”

“Just wanted you to know I’m thinking about you.” His bright voice comes though the speaker and Gale can hear the soft smile in it. “Haven’t really stopped thinking about you since I left. Or since I met you, I guess.” Gale huffs a laugh even as his heart thumps out of rhythm and his face grows warm. “Are you blushing?”

“Yes, John,” Gale laughs again. “You know I am.”

“Send me a picture.”

“No.”

“Buck, pleeeease?”

“No.”

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(John's a total mama's boy in this story, btw.)

“Yeah, I do.”

“And what have I always said to you and your sisters?”

“When you know, you know.” He breathes out, feeling lighter. It’s a mantra that’s been in his head for as long as he can remember. And he’s been saying it to himself since the first time he held Gale in his arms.

“So yes,” his mom breaks him from his thoughts. “I want you to be careful because you’re my baby and I don’t want to see you get hurt. But also, just follow your heart. It’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen and it won’t steer you wrong, honey.”

“Thanks, ma.”

“Can you at least tell me one thing?”

“Sure.”

“Is he handsome?”

“Ma,” John groans. “Come on.”

“So he’s not?” She teases, mock sympathy in her voice that makes John laugh.

“He’s beautiful, mama. Never seen anyone more beautiful. On the inside too.” He knows his smiles gone dopey, but no ones here to call him on it, so he lets it rest on his face while he pictures Gale’s.

“Well then he sounds like a good match for my beautiful boy.”

“Alright, alright.” He chuckles, but his ears burn.

“Will I get to meet him?”

“’Course,” he says. It’s something that feels inevitable. “Maybe not next week though. I don’t want to overwhelm him.”

“He isn’t falling as fast?”

“He is.” John assures, feeling it in his bones that it’s the truth. “He uh-” John drags a hand over his mouth and contemplates his next words. Not wanting to betray Gale’s confidence but wanting to start to ease into something that he knows will happen sooner rather than later. “He lost his mom when he was a teenager and his dad isn’t in the picture. I don’t know if he’s ready for your brand of motherly attention just yet. Not without time to warn him.”

She makes a sympathetic noise and John can picture her sad smile. The one that always made him feel seen and cared for. The thought of it being directed at Gale makes him feel warm inside.

[yeonmuse]

SYNOPSIS — Park Sunghoon doesn’t usually like involving himself with those at Chaconne academy, but when he finds out his little sister’s music teacher attends and she starts getting a little too close she forces him to let his guard down. Now he’s gotta juggle new people and new emotions entering his life and she’s got to face her past in order to hold tight to him and her future.

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Sunghoon ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, angst non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🎻

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . Strong angst themes, slow burn but mostly fluff. I’m not sure where this idea had come from considering I have 4 unfinished series out right now but I wrote this in 4 days so lets fucking go i guess??? Includes Choi Yeonjun, Bae Jinyoung, Kim Sunwoo, Jung Wooyoung, Shen Ricky, Xu Jiaqi and Asaya Jurin. Wc is 4.1k

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | ENDING

After what felt like the longest weekend ever you’d finally be starting your official first day. It had been nice getting to know Jurinand the others but now it was time to actually get to work, you were sure your father had worked hard to get you into the school and you wouldn't waste the opportunity. While you were making your way down campus, heading towards building A you tried your best to follow the steps you’d previously taken with Sunwoo. You had eventually made it to the entrance when the man himself had also been entering the building the same time as you.

“Well look at you made it all the way here without me i'm impressed.” he teases

“Yes yes, once I finally seemed to learned that it’s literally just a straight shoot from the girls dorms.’’ you being annoyed at yourself for finally having come to that obvious realization earns a laugh from him.

“Well after you then.’’ He opens the door allowing you to slip inside, you’d found that you both had been heading in the same direction so it only made sense that the two of you would walk together. You’d been completely invested in the conversion, so invested you failed to recognize the person blocking your path in the hall. Before you knew it your body collided with a broad back sending you straight to your ass, though some people did choose to mind their business and just pass up the two of you in the hall a few onlookers observed the scene.

‘Fuck this is so embarrasing.’ you thought to yourself as you looked up to apologize to the person you’d bumped into only moments ago, your eyes widened as they landed on none other than Park Sunghoon, the guy you'd met only yesterday. As Sunwoo helped you up you stood up dusting your clothes. At first you said nothing but neither did Sunghoon, you’d been too busy struggling to find the words to say. Sunghoon on the other hand, as shocked as he was to see you, just chose to remain as stoic as ever. Last night he’d told himself that maybe you weren’t so bad, that maybe you were someone good for his sister ( maybe also good for him) but seeing you here at this school of all places he was starting to think he was wrong.

“I’m sor-” before the words could properly leave your mouth both him and his friends had already walked away, leaving you standing in the middle of the hall watching him leave like an idiot.

“Well you met Sunghoon. I wouldn’t dwell on what happened just now too much, he acts like an ass with everyone here.”

But dwell you did, you spent the entire day thinking about the interaction. Did you say something wrong friday night? Or maybe it was that he didn’t remember you? You’d spent the entire day thinking about what you could have possibly done wrong for him to just completely ignore you and walk away.

Eventually the time came for your next lesson with Yoari and she’d been excited to see you, her brother on the hand not so much. You’d greeted him as you caught him walking up the stairs when you entered the house. A greeting he had simply chosen to ignore which made you slightly disappointed.

“I want to show you what I practiced.’’ Yoari instantly takes your hand into her own and drags you to the scene room where the two of you had practiced days prior. Yoari had practiced so much over the weekend while you were gone she had been more than excited to show off everything she learned from you. You found it endearing, not only did she learn fast but it was obvious that she had a passion for music, it reminded you a lot of yourself when you were younger. Taking a momentary pause as you spotted Sunghoon making his way into the kitchen, you allowed Yoari to take a short break, pushing yourself up from your seat and you decided to join him in the kitchen. When you’d stepped in and opened your mouth to speak you realized you hadn’t exactly thought through what it was you wanted to say to him, so you simply stood there in silence until he decided to break it himself.

“Shouldn’t you be with Yoari?’’

“Well yea but I just- I didn’t know that you went to Chaconne..? Earlier I didn’t mean to-”

“You should get back to my sister. My parents pay you to teach her not to talk to me.’’ and with those words he left you standing there.

That night you went home feeling worse than when you had arrived there. You weren't sure what you had done to piss off Sunghoon but it bothered you nonetheless.

Eventually Jurinand Jiaqi joined you where you sat in the living room with a pout on your face and bowl of ramen in hand.

“What’s got you so pouty?’’ Jurin questions as she takes a seat next to Jiaqi, flattening out the face mask on her face before taking a handful of Jiaqis popcorn.

“Do you guys know Sunghoon?’’

“Uh as in Park? Sunghoon Park?’’

“Yes? I teach his little sister music and I thought that he was warming up to me a little before I left their house Friday, but today we bumped into each other in the hall and he just completely ignored me like he didn’t even recognize me. Then today when I went over for Yoaris lesson he just completely shut me down.’’

“Oh honey, he’s like that with everyone. You’re no different than anyone else on this campus he completely ignores.” Jurin responds before stuffing her mouth with popcorn.

“What do you mean?’’

“Other than Jake and Jay he doesn’t talk to anyone, no matter who flirts, no matter how many party invites he gets he doesn't accept. He’s been like that since he came to the school. Don’t know if he’s one of those loner types or if he’s just a dick but it’s not even worth figuring it out. I wouldn’t think too much about it’’

-

A week had gone by since then, you’d go to Sunghoons place every day for the lessons. Yoari had grown so used to you coming over and being there that she’d often stand right outside the door and wait for your arrival. Your lessons had become the highlight of her days and yours as well. And though Sunghoon wouldn’t admit it he’d gotten used to you being there as well. Though the atmosphere between the two of you had been quite tense lately, Sunghoon would occasionally come down to eat with you and Yoari or watch her play, you’d even see him crack a smile every now and then at the smallest of interactions between you and his sister. Even though Sunghoon was still completely unsure about you he knew one thing for sure, you made his sister happy and for that he was grateful to you.

Sunghoon had now been so accustomed to you having been there that he even let Yoari convince him to wait outside with her, five minutes turned to ten and ten turned to twenty. Eventually Yoari realize you weren’t coming and Sunghoon was finally able to convince her to come inside. Seeing the disappointment on his sister's face, Sunghoon wasn’t sure what to think. Right when he had begun to warm up to you again you’d bailed.

-

The next day at school Sunghoon had found himself unintentionally looking for you, he’d only been snapped back to his senses once Jake and Jay had arrived.

“Were you expecting someone or something?.....Did you finally ask out Yuna?’’ Jay can’t help but snort at Jake's instant need to jump to conclusions.

“I was looking for the two of you you idiot.’’

“Oh how sweet he missed us.’’ Jake teases, making kissy faces at Sunghoon at which Jay just shakes his head and Sunghoon pushes his face away.

“Anyways are we still on for tonight?’’ Jay interrupts, pushing Jake off to the side.

“That depends is your cousin Jungwon still coming down from seoul.’’

“He’ll be down with a few friends of his, Niki and Sunoo I think.”

“Well yeah we’re still on, other than my sisters music teacher my parents will be gone so the house is ours.’’

“Your sister has a music teacher? Why didn’t they just ask you or Jay?’’ Jake questions earning a shrug from Jay.

“Some bullshit about wanting me to pay attention to my own studies.’’

“Well is the teacher hot, wait is she on the older side. You know what it doesn’t even matter if she’s both?’’

“Dude?’’

“What? For all we know she could be old and wrinkly.’’ While Jay and Jake continued to go back and forth their voices had eventually drowned out into background noise as Sunghoon got lost in his thoughts once again. Thoughts of you and how you had already disappointed his sister once yesterday night.

He’d expected his sister to already be waiting outside the door as he arrived home, yet she wasn’t. In fact she wasn’t home at all. He found his mom sitting at the island counter of the kitchen, laptop placed in front of her and phone to her ear as she munched on a bowl of grapes. As he stood on the other side digging his own hand into the bowl his mom gave him an adorning smile before finishing up her call.

“Hi sweetheart, how were your classes.’’ Sunghoon shrugs in response, giving her the same answer as usual. “They were okay.’’

“Wheres Yoa, I thought she had a lesson?’’

“Of course your father didn’t tell you, He took your sister out to get a few things for yn.’’ Sunghoons brow furrowed in confusion.

“What?”

“Yn called in sick yesterday, we told her to take a few days off until she was feeling better and Yoari wanted to get her some things to cheer her up.’’ There Sunghoon was feeling like a complete asshole, He’d been ready to judge her again, thinking she simply just bailed on Yoari when in reality she wasn’t even feeling well enough to show up.

Now there Sunghoon stood outside your dorm, his sister's hand in his after having been forced to cancel his plans and take his sister to give you all the things she had bought and made for you.

-

You had been locked in the confined space of your room, as Jiaqi wouldn't allow you to step out of bed to do anything other than pee. The last two days have been completely miserable for you. Stuffy nose, sneezing and coughing, headaches, fevers and throwing up almost non stop. You’d felt so terrible for having to call and cancel on Yoari but Jiaqi and Jurin had refused to let you step foot out of the dorm the moment they found out you were sick.

A knock at the door followed by Jurins loud screaming down the hall woke you from your sleep.

“I got it, it might be Yeonjun and Wooyoung with the-’’ She stops mid sentence upon seeing none other than Park Sunghoon outside the door.

“Did they bring the movies.’’ Jiaqi asks, making her way to the door only to freeze on an instant upon seeing Sunghoon.

“Hi is yn here!?’’ Yoari asks, pulling Jurin and Jiaqis gaze off of Sunghoon and onto her.

You hadn’t known if the sick brain had finally gotten to you and you were full on hallucinating or if you’d actually heard what sounded to you like Yoaris voice coming from the living room. Poking your head out the doorway, only then did you realize that not only was Yoari here but so was Sunghoon.

“Yn!’’ Before they could even be invited in, Yoaris hand slips from Sunghoon and she runs inside immediately running to you, catching each of you by surprise. You and her sat in your room for an hour, Yoari having shown off everything she made for you and brought you to feel better. She had even gotten Sunghoon to record videos of her practicing in just those two days you hadn’t been there. Sunghoon on the other hand just sat on the couch quietly unsure what to say to you or the other two girls that had also been watching the videos of her playing. It went without saying that although they couldn't say the same for her brother, the girls were completely smitten by Yoari. Another knock at the door interrupts them, this knock being who all of you assumed to be Yeonjun and the others. As Jiaqi gets up to let them in Sunghoon found that as the perfect excuse to leave.

“We should get going Yoari, we should let her rest.’’ he interrupts, earning a pout from Yoari who hadn’t been done telling you about how she’d learned two new songs while you were away.

“But i’m not dome showing her.’’ At that time the others came flooding in, all of them seemingly just as confused as Jurin and Jiaqi had been when they first saw Sunghoon standing outside the door. Jurin gave a look that said I’ll explain this all later before looking at Sunghoon.

“You and Yoari are welcome to stay, we were just about to eat dinner and watch movies, today's disney night, since Yeonjun won Uno last night.’’ Sunghoon was confused as to what the correlation between the two topics had been but he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Before he could open his mouth to refuse his sister interrupts.

“Can we please!?’’ He couldn’t say no to her, he could never tell his sister no, no matter what it was she asked of him. So that was exactly how he ended up spending his night eating and watching disney movies with you and your friends, a night he’d actually come to enjoy.

Eventually everyone had returned to their dorms, Sunghoon finding himself being one of the last ones there and the only one awake. Jurin and Jiaqi had passed out on the floor and as his eyes fell upon you he found you fast asleep wrapped in the blanket Yoari had gotten you. Yoari had been clinging to your side, her head resting on your shoulder as she slept peacefully. It was then that Sunghoon realized he was royally fucked. He could no longer avoid being close to you because you were starting to mean something to Yoari, and though he didn’t realize it yet you’d soon mean something to him too

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[frownyalfred]

I think another reason it's insane and out of line for people to leave reviews in bookmarks (outside of the more important and already addressed; fanfic isn't the fucking place for that, it's a gift that the author does not need to share and the reader is not paying for it) is that a lot of people just aren't good at it, as evidenced by a lot of Goodreads reviews.

Goodreads is the exact intended place for reviews of books, and I've seen someone give a low review for a book because it has a sexual assault scene, /while acknowledging that the scene was warned for in the trigger warnings./

And another low review for a different /standalone/ book because it was 'wrapped up too neatly'. Said reviewer also said that nothing happened in the book despite the main character having to deal with two separate coup attempts

Like with the recent reviewer, Buddy you didn't even have the sunk cost fallacy motive of having bought the book, if you read 130k of something you're not enjoying, that's a fault with you the reader, not the work itself

Yeah! Exactly. And I don’t want to play defensive author here (lol I was last night ah well) but their review basically boiled down to 1) they didn’t like things about the a/b/o universe that were warned and tagged 2) they didn’t think Lex being broken out of prison made sense (it did? there were multiple explanations?) and 3) they thought every sex scene was the same (sure, I guess? a/b/o sex is fairly prescriptive)

So what that review tells me is they have poor reading comprehension AND no manners. And they’re into masochism because reading 130k of something they hate really doesn’t make sense otherwise.

[intheairton1ght]

rewatched dylann’s confession for the 100th time and:

even with his proven high verbal IQ, dylann struggled to explain the motive/goal behind his attack. it’s the first real opportunity he’s been given to go in depth about his beliefs, yet by the end of the 2 hours it’s still unclear what exactly he was advocating for. as educated as he was about white nationalism his beliefs don’t appear like they were totally solidified, like he’d been relying more on emotion than reason when it came to why he ‘had to do it’. it makes sense that he’d struggle in that setting considering he was being challenged for the first time ever, and his diagnoses (later identified) obv played a part, but you’d think someone so devoted to a cause would relay their ideas in a more straightforward manner.

i included examples of almost every time he was directly asked what his desired outcome was. i think the fact the interrogators had to ask him over & over again says a lot. he rarely stuck with a label and used a lot of non-committal language + there’s no specific call to action. it really does come across like he did it because he felt like had to.

excerpts:

15:06

FBI: so basically you were trying to make a statement or prove a point on behalf of the white race, is that what you’re saying?

DSR: yeah, in a way, i guess.

32:45

DSR: i’m not delusional. i don’t think, you know, that something like what i did could start a race war or anything like that, you know, but…

FBI: but i mean, would you like that?

DSR: well a race war would be terrible, you know, people dying all the time… i’d rather just, you know, be able to reinstate segregation or something like that, you know, without there having to be a race war.

[1 second later]

DSR: there probably will be a race war… [segregation] would be okay with me right now, but like i said, you know, that’s sort of unrealistic.

1:05:04

FBI: i guess my question is there’s nine black people that are dead… what do you want people to remember dylann roof for?

DSR: [very long pause] i don’t know.

1:17:44

FBI: at that point in time you said you stood up, and you said for a while you were debating ‘should i go?’ and then you said ‘no, i gotta do this’… what was it that, at that moment you decided ‘i have to get up and go shoot these people’?

DSR: it was just, you know, like i said, it was going back and forth in my mind and eventually i just — it was just like a jerk reaction… i really wouldn’t even say i was fully mentally prepared, you know, it’s just… i just did it. i just did it.

1:33:05

FBI: what happens now? what would your message be to [the people asking], specifically regarding why you did what you did?

DSR: well i don’t even know what happens now… that depends on other people, you see what i’m saying, i already did what i did.

FBI: so do you hope other people will emulate you… was that in your thought process, ‘if i do this and i’m successful then other people might get the courage to do it too’?

DSR: i don’t think that was ever in my thought process at all. i was never thinking, ‘oh, if i go shoot people, other people are going to shoot people,’ no, not all all. i think more, you know, if i go shoot people it’ll just cause more agitation.

FBI: so ultimately your goal was to make race relations worse?

DSR: right, i guess that’s one of my goals, i guess, i don’t know.

FBI: what does that accomplish?

DSR: it causes friction and then… you know, it could lead to a race war… and that doesn’t mean that i want white people to rise up and kill all, no, no… i just want them to be aware… to do something, you know, for themselves… that doesn’t mean you have to kill black people, you know, just make things better.

[forgottenarias]

ooc | more aria thought rambles ;)

so obviously being locked up in stafford, aria doesn't know EXACTLY what was happening w/ the varmont bros @ malconaire, but i think after Amira's Terrible Tea Party, she started to get a bit of an idea! i def think she'd heard/figured out from someone that they'd been going to malconaire and when she showed up at a tea with eithne and the main topic of conversation from Amira seemed to be arthur, she put two and two together!

also our girl has a LOT of time on her hands so when arthur was suddenly being kinda weird and closed off (... i'm kinda just assuming there was a change in his behavior, even for a short while, after eithne broke the news of her engagement but @forgottenarthur please correct me if you think otherwise!) and not long after it became public knowledge eithne was marrying cassimir... i think she maybe connected the two?

so she knows but its not confirmed but also its basically confirmed in her mind that arthur had ~something going on with eithne! and i think part of aria might believe 'oh well obviously he had his lady he'd go see in the country and then i guess i'm just the lady in the castle to entertain him while he's stuck here!' but things have gotten more intense with them so she's not sure that's really true?

anyway, i do think there is some jealously/insecurity for aria knowing arthur had ~something going on with eithne! i sort of had this idea in my head that, pre-roderick, Eilia & Eithne & Eabha were representations of this 'idealistic' Astairan lady who was going to be the heir and a lady but were also kind and generous and beloved by their people! And then we know eithne is obviously known for her beauty and, at least at malconaire, had these young men who were infatuated with her and a lot of that Aria just doesn't feel she could compete against? (if this was a competition and she doesn't consider it that!) i think (probably that secret romantic side of her coming out) she envisions eithne as the sort of lady men want to make pledges to and save from terrible fates and fall in love with! And she doesn't view HERSELF in that way at all. at least w/ him she's been a bit standoffish and she pushes him and can be contrary and doesn't let her emotions show! so in that kind of crazy thought process i've imagined comes from her being alone with her thoughts a lot, Aria has cast herself as NOT the lady knights are charge off to rescue or woo or whatever from her stories-- eithne is that sort of lady.

but all that being said aria is extremely rational, right? so this whole line of thinking is absurd to her because she KNOWS that there's no way she OR eithne end up with arthur-- neither of them are acceptable in roderick's eyes so what's the point of even having these feelings? but they're still there. and i DO think that even if/when arthur + aria manage to communicate their feelings to each other aria still might have that nagging thought in the back of her head like 'what if eithne comes to him and does the same thing? does he pick her?' from time to time! but tbh i think that all really depends on where those two are at if/when they express ~emotions haha! like i think if its smth like arthur finds out abt aria's powers and is all 'idc i still love you' then she's honestly pr not really going to consider eithne into it at all at that point since she's literally the thing he's been taught to destroy and he just doesn't care! and also just everything that is happening w/ them is so! intense! i think the whole concept of eithne as her romantic rival (that sounds more intense that i feel like it needs to be haha) is just that little voice in the back of her head that pops up from time to time!

AND not that it really matters i do think if she hadn't been locked up at stafford and could have seen the eithne/arthur relationship in action versus whats going on w/ she and arthur... she would realize its diffierent. honestly probably would've put things in perspective for her about him?? but that's not a think so like i said its really not important ahahaha

[cosmowgyral]

"Specially made for you with Love"

▪︎ Gilbert von Obsidian

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

~chapter 2

Gilbert pushed me down on the table, lifted my legs and roughly pulled up my skirt.

Emma: Wait, what are you planning to do!?

Gilbert: Hey, little rabbit. What would you do if I told you I was going to leave the castle for a few days again?

Nonchalantly exposing me in an indecent state, he narrowed his eyes affectionately.

(Does this mean you plan to continue suffering alone?)

Emma: …Don’t go.

Gilbert: Heehee, this won’t do.

Emma: …gh!

His cold fingers reached deep inside me through my underwear and began to play with my sensitive spots.

No matter how hard I tried to close my legs, I was no match for Gilbert’s strength and my hips bounced in response to the stimulation I was receiving.

Every time he touched me, my senses became sharper and tears welled up in the corner of my eyes.

Yet instead of pulling back, his cold fingers twisted further in, leaving an even deeper pleasure.

Emma: st….Gil…I can’t take it any…more!

Gilbert: So will you allow me to leave?

(…Is that how….it’s gonna be?)

“Methods that involve no stress” might be methods that destroy someone’s rationality and force them to obey.

Realising this, I shook my head, and felt another tingling sensation deep in my stomach.

Even though his cold fingers almost merged with my heat, he didn’t seem to have any intention of pulling them out. Just like that I got my skirt and underwear soaked.

Gilbert: Should I ask you again?

Emma: No matter…how many times you ask, my answer will be the sa---

Gilbert: I like this.

(..mm)

Gilbert spoke with his fingers still deep inside me.

In spite of having a smile on his face, his eyes looked serious, and my heart began to beat rapidly against my will.

Gilbert: So, you need to understand my feelings.

(…When you put it like that….)

My heart that had been so stubbornly refusing to accept it, suddenly started to soften.

Taking advantage of that, he kissed me and his moving fingers took control of my body.

Everything, including my tangled up emotions, suddenly turned white.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ㅤ𔘓 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

(……Huh?.....)

???:  What do you want me to do?

???: I’m coming too. So don’t let anyone escape.

???: I'll make sure to fully implement that.

 (These voices…are of Gilbert and Roderic’s.)

As I listen to the voice coming from afar, my consciousness finally returns.

When I sat up on bed, I realized that I was now wearing a black negligee.

(…My clothes got dirty back then. I wonder if Gilbert got me out of them.)

Gilbert: Are you awake?

The conversation seemed to have ended as Gilbert closed the door to the room and came over to my side as if nothing happened.

Emma: …Is it official business?

Gilbert: Yeah, I have to go.

(….The atmosphere was tense.)

I could imagine that it was something that involved blood-shed, and I clutched the sheets tightly.

Stopping Gilbert would be irresponsible of me as he was putting a lot of effort into cleaning up Obsidian's corruptions.

Gilbert: I guess I need to stop spoiling you for now.

Gilbert: Emma, now you know from experience, don’t you? It’s easy to get people to do what you say.

Emma: ….It’s not easy at all.

Gilbert: Ahaha, really? That might be so for you, but I think it’s very easy.

Gilbert: You need to do it when the time comes…okay?

After gently stroking my hair, Gilbert left without looking back.

Once I was alone, I couldn’t help but become aware of the lingering pleasure in my lower abdomen.

(….Gilbert said I need to do it when the time comes, but….)

( I just can’t do it.)

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ㅤ𔘓 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

A few days had passed, but Gilbert did not return to the castle.

That wasn’t the only strange thing; all the soldiers passing by looked tense.

However, there was no sign of an enemy attack; instead, a sense of fear permeated the entire castle.

I started to become anxious since it seemed like I was the only one who wasn’t aware of the situation.

Emma: Roderic!

I called out to Roderic, who I hadn’t seen in a few days.

Gilbert’s attendant had his face hidden by a hood as usual. He stopped without looking surprised.

Roderic: Lady Emma….

Emma: Is Gilbert…

Roderic: He’s in the ballroom.

(He is back.)

Emma: What happened?

Roderic: ……..

Emma: Is it something you can’t say?

Roderic: No, I wasn't instructed to keep quiet about it, but it won't be pleasant to hear.

Emma: Can you tell me then?

(I can’t face Gilbert without knowing anything.)

After a moment of hesitation, Roderic parted his lips from within his hood----.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ㅤ𔘓 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The moment I stepped into the empty ballroom, my instincts cried out.

(…. My body….is trembling..?)

Despite the fact that it is my body, I had no idea why I was shivering.

That’s how intense the pressure was in the ballroom.

Gilbert, sitting by the window with his knees raised, exuded the lingering scent of murderous intent.

My breathing automatically became shallow and sweat began to trickle down my cheeks.

Gilbert: ….Ah, so you’re here.

Gilbert: Didn’t Roderic stop you?

(flashback)

Roderic: It’s extremely dangerous for anyone, even you, Lady Emma to approach Prince Gilbert right now.

Roderic: It’s been a while since I’ve seen him this angry.

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Tags: @shatcey

[eldritch-spouse]

*sighing* “Ludwig. It's been what, half a year? If you had something important to say you would have said it when I found out you helped create a slaughterhouse for humans and I was nothing more than a replacement for an ex.” *crosses arms* “But go on Ludwig, I'm all ears. Why should I even think about getting back together with you? What possible explanation could you have for what you've done?”

[Two angry people don't make a calm conversation.]

" Well shit- " He wanted to approach this as calmly as he could, in spite of some things being very fresh in his mind. It seems that won't be possible. " Excuse me for being fucked up over shit that I've already told you. "

" I have no 'justification' for anything that happened, and guess what, I don't fucking care to either. " He gestures, encroaching upon your person space. " You have no idea what carrying that thing did to me. You have no idea, and you never will, what it's like to have the first person you've ever loved get ripped away from you- Watching them die, and become an unreachable stranger. "

With a huff that probably blows some of your hair away, he surprisingly backs off.

" I've hurt you. I know I did. You weren't anything to me, when this started. " Lud confesses, even if the notion that he once truly felt nothing for you now causes him pain. " You couldn't be, I couldn't be anything to anyone because he fucked every inch of my mind! "

Ludwig seems to be shaking irately. The notion that you probably still don't believe his words, that you think he's justifying his lack of care on account of fictitious lies, is insanely infuriating. He can't just share these memories with you and let you see the ghost of a person that he was, what the other one had to do to fix him.

" I had someone who truly loved me, someone worth ten times what she ever was to me, and I wasn't allowed to see it, so I put you through what I did. And... And I apologized for it, but I knew that wasn't enough. I knew you needed time. "

The demon shrugs, visibly wrestling his own rage to be able to even form words. He hates that this was done to him, he hates that he can't punish Krulu, he hates that he hurt you, he hates that you won't see the truth, it's hard to process these things and let them fade into the background of his new life.

" I gave you time, didn't I? Half a year, babe. Said it yourself. " Although he grins, it's not a genuine expression. " You know what I've been doing with that time? Putting myself back together, piece by little fucking piece, just so I can be someone again. "

" Just so I could find you again, and make things right. "

A red claw points your way.

" Things are going to be different this time. I'm not going to lose someone else because of shit I can't control, understand? " Although desperation bleeds into his lowered tone, it feels too much like a threat.

" You saw something in me. I know it's still there. Don't make this difficult. "

There's a silent warning in his squinted eye, an intensity in that cut-throat pupil that tells you all you need to know. This is not the same monster you once dated. While he's different now, he's not as healed as he thinks.

[nanenna]

Aftermath of a reveal gone wrong, that's all the context you get LOL

Read it here or read it on AO3

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Danny couldn't believe it, who would have ever guessed! "You got everyone from Amity Park to come to the show?" he asked Ember.

"No, they did that all on their own." She seemed upset, jealous probably. Nearly a third of the crowd cheering for a back up guitarist rather than the star of the show would do that.

There was a knock at the door, followed by Jazz, Sam, and Tucker poking their heads in.

Danny grinned, "Guys!" He ran over to pull them into a hug as they slipped into the green room.

"Danny!" Tucker greeted, just as eager to hug back.

"Did you guys arrange this?"

"Eh, kinda," Sam answered. "A lot of the others were already keeping tabs on Ember and making plans to come to her spring break concert, your debut just made everyone wanna do it."

"We did help organize things once everyone decided to go," Jazz took over explaining. "Booking for groups was actually way easier than making everyone do it on their own and hope we could all match up."

"That includes a sick afterparty, you're all invited," Tucker said cheerfully.

"Everyone will want you to sign their merch," Sam added with a smirk.

"Well, if it's for the fans," Ember said with a sniff.

"I'm down," Danny said with a laugh, "just let me slip into something a little more comfortable." He let his transformation wash over him, leaving him with beating heart. He'd still have to wash off his stage makeup and put away all his accessories since they were all ecto, but the transformation meant that could wait until the morning. Very handy after a long day performing.

"Let's go!" Tucker pointed to the door. He, Sam, and Danny all slung arms over each other and started talking a mile a minute as they headed out of the green room and down the hall, despite talking on the phone nearly every day before this.

Out in the lobby were the rest of the Casper High class of 202X, the A-listers front and center.

"Danny?" Kwan asked with a furrowed brow.

"What's he doing here?" Paulina asked, clearly just as confused.

"Huh?" Danny asked, confused himself.

"You nerds said you were getting Phantom," Dash whined loudly, "so where is he? And why did you bring Fenturd?"

Danny didn't remember letting go of Sam and Tucker, he didn't remember rushing up to Dash, he didn't remember raising his fist. It was all done without conscious thought, one moment he was having fun with his friends, the next his fist was connecting with Dash's jaw. There were gasps around him, but Danny paid them no mind as he grabbed Dash's shirt to lift him up from where he sprawled out on the floor. "Don't call me that, don't ever call me that ever again!"

"Danny!" Jazz ran up and put an arm across Danny's chest, trying to herd him away. Danny let her, because she was his big sister and he would never willingly hurt her.

Tucker's dad and a few other adults ran over to check on Dash.

"Danny, let me see your hand, are you hurt?" Jazz gently picked up his still clenched fist, Danny immediately unclenched it and let her turn it this way and that, checking if he bruised his knuckles.

Danny never took his eyes off Dash.

Dash was sitting up now, staring at Danny in shock. "What just happened?"

"You said the wrong thing, obviously." Sam stepped in front of Danny, arms crossed as she glared at the bully.

Dash put a hand up to his face in disbelief. "I don't… how did… since when could wimpy little Fentina punch?"

"Danny, don't!"

Danny ignored Jazz, he ignored physics as he ran through his friends and the parents, carefully only becoming solid right at the second punch, this one right on Dash's nose. It gave a satisfying crunch. Dash howled.

"Augh!" One of the parents who had been checking Dash had ended up half in Danny when he stopped, she scrambled to get out of the way.

Danny grabbed Dash by the shirt and hauled him up, fist wound back for another punch. "Call me a Fenton one more time," Danny dared.

Dash swallowed thickly, but shook his head.

Danny relaxed his fist, "So you can learn."

"Okay Danny, that's enough. C'mon." Jazz Put a hand over Danny's, still fisted in Dash's shirt, and gently pushed it down. Danny let her, slowly lowering Dash back down to the floor. "Come here, baby brother, let's take a minute to calm down, okay?"

"Whud?" Dash asked, sitting up once Danny was pulled away.

"You haven't figured it out yet?" Val asked as she walked past Dash to go join Danny's friends. "I would've thought after everything that happened with those lunatics that it would be pretty obvious."

"Hey, Ember?" Tucker called. "There are a couple busses in the parking lot, the chaperones know where the party is. How about you go with them and we'll catch up in a little bit."

"Sure," Ember said with a smirk. "Baby-pop knows where Gus the bus is." She ruffled Danny's hair as she passed, "Good one, dipstick."

"I'm proud of you Danny," Jazz said softly, pulling Danny close.

It was weird being taller than her. "I punched Dash, twice."

"And you didn't crack his skull like an egg, you showed a lot of restraint. So I'm proud of you."

Danny couldn't help laughing at that, he was sure a year ago Jazz would be all about de-escalation and non-violent resistance. If things were different he was sure she'd be lecturing him right now. "I think I broke his nose," Danny murmured.

"Well he deserved it," Jazz replied.

"Dash is so stupid, everyone knows Jazz changed her name," Val said snidely.

"If he was bright he wouldn't have needed her to tutor him," Tucker said with a shake of his head.

"At least he won't be at the party," Sam said brightly. "With a broken nose he's going to spend the night at urgent care while we get to party."

"How about we go to the green room and do some breathing exercises and I'll tend to your fist, then we can go party. If you want, you don't have to."

"Breathing exercises, yeah. I'll see how I feel after that."

And after calming down and realizing that he did feel better after punching his childhood bully in the face (twice), Danny went to that afterparty and had a blast. The end. UwU

(Sorry, I didn't plan for it to get THAT angsty but when the angst wants to be written what can ya do?)