#i sincerely appreciate you!! 💙

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🎵 for sansa?

of course!! also yes thank you for actually asking me i'm- 💙🙏 in keeping with my promise, i'm going to create a sansa playlist that only makes sense to me and like, maybe one other person who gets the vision. but n e ways.

(I've Had) The Time Of My Life - Bill Medley, Jennifer Warnes. My brief explanation is that, in keeping with a modern AU in which Sansa is a twelve year old girl living in the Midwest, Dirty Dancing is THE escapist post-heartbreak comfort movie of choice. It probably exists in a chewed up DVD case one of their giant dogs got into. I can picture Cat putting it on one afternoon, pouring herself a lil' glass of rosé or smthn, and Sansa just walks over and plops herself on the couch, gets intensely scandalized, and then this movie cements itself as previously stated. I also have a horrible crack AU in which Sansa is Baby and Margaery is Patrick Swayze's character, Johnny. Joffrey would be the evil waiter guy, Cersei and Marg would still have insane beef bc Cersei is the hotel owner... it just fits so neatly in my mind.

Little Girl Blue - Janis Joplin. Two reasons. First of all, it fits with her being terrified and manipulated in Kings Landing. Second, I truly believe that Sansa, in the middle of her 80s pop divas (passed down genetically through Catelyn), her MOUNTAINS of Taylor Swift, her 2000s Y2K slay pop music, and her dads classic 70s rock music, Janis Joplin is a staple in her music listening library. She changed Sansas life. Sometimes a voice just knocks the wind from your chest and makes you have some floor time and that was Janis Joplins for Sansa. I don't make the rules.

my tears ricochet - Taylor Swift. This was tied directly with mirrorball, also by Taylor Swift. I chose my tears ricochet because I think it's the song Sansa would play while laying on her bed and having a good weep sesh. I think that the lines 'I can go anywhere I want, just not home' and 'even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me? Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you til my dying day' would send her into a fit of chest wracking sobs. I can't explain it, even. Just know this is a song so Sansa to me. The lyrics don't fit if you read over them, but it's less about the lyrics and more about the vibes and the aura. Also aren't songs meant for you to project on them? Especially if you're an eleven year old girl going through the worst pain in her life.

River - Joni Mitchell. Perfect Sansa song to me. It gives the cold, winter, Christmas, folksy energy of the North, with Joni Mitchell's voice? And the pure melancholy she can inject into this song? It's perfect. 'I wish I had a river I could skate away on'. Crying, sobbing, wailing even. It's so her it hurts. This explanation was short but I don't think it requires as much justification or explanation as my previous points.

Dancing Queen - ABBA. Also pretty self explanatory. Sansa is an ABBA and a Taylor Swift girlie, barely any explanation needed. The piano? Perfection. The 70s groove in the back? Perfect. Peak Sansa. See that girl, watch that scene, she has danced to this song and felt a personal connection to it at least once in her life and I can feel that in my bones. 10/10 song for a 10/10 girl. 

I was going to put some classic Britney Spears, but I was looking over some of the songs and all the ones I liked the most (my personal taste) were a little more sexual than I was comfortable with including in a playlist about an eleven year old girl?? So. I maintain that she'd do the quintessential hairbrush-as-microphone sleepover thing and jam out to Britney. I just didn't include it. 

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A song of rage and salty waves: part I

— Emperor Geta x reader (Salacia)

— 2.5k words

— Read all parts here: Part I — Part II — Part III — Part IV

Summary; You were raised outside of this Rome. Born into peace. To know of fathomless deep seas, and skies so big, they wrapped around your whole sight. The way that at night all you can smell are lemon trees kissed by salt. The jasmine plants wound around the white walls of the villa. Salacia. And now you are sent to Rome for your father in the Senate. There you will catch the attention of Geta; in all the wrong and darkest of ways— any reblog and comments are greatly appreciated 💙💙💙

TW!! some dub con/ threat/violence/basically forced marriage/forced smut situation/Geta is such a vile human being/Macrinus is villain sorry denzel ily

You’re imprisoned in Rome.

You certainly didn’t come here of your own free will. Your father had tugged you here from Corsica. Employed clever charm with letters and schemes from his high position in the senate.

As the role of your sex; you were born to obey.

He sent you imported silken stolas the colours of cornflowers or lazurite, with gold fibulae at the shoulders. Gem inlaid jewellery, rings to decorate every finger, and earrings the sway. A golden net for your hair. Wheedled you into coming to join him. Sending servants to travel with you and take heed of your every comfort.

He made sure you dined on plump fresh fruit. Seafood of lobsters and crabs. Drank wine so rich dark it looked black.

You despise it. The stone pillars and temples. And gods of old. Eyes watch you everywhere. See you. Follow you.The governing heat and noise and sweaty heaving mass of all forms of life.

You were raised outside of this Rome. Born into peace. To know of fathomless deep seas, and skies so big, they wrapped around your whole sight. The way that at night all you can smell are lemon trees kissed by salt. The jasmine plants wound around the white walls of the villa.

Salacia. The ocean nymph and the being of your name. Crowned with seaweed in your hair. Sea foam dripping off your fingers. Ripped from your home, an isle by the sea, at the whim of another.

Imprisoned here in this cold marble city. A fish out of water. Gasping dry on the shore.

Pulled inland and stolen away. You can’t hear gulls or waves anymore. It sickens you. Heart pangs that throb for home.

When you arrived, pulled back your folded palla down to your shoulders. He welcomed you with open arms and fondness. Wrists linked in gold cuffs. Tugged you to his chest and embraced you warmly. Hissed in your ear - abrasive like harsh sea spray - spies are everywhere.

He needed you close by. For reasons you had yet to fathom.

You dined like spoilt deity’s. Breads and wines, fish, fruits from far regions fattened by the suns heat, and succulent meat roasted in sweet cassia spices on a spit.

He had urns of flowers - picked by the servant - placed in every room. Lilies, juniper branches still bearing dark fruit, lavender, oleanders.

Companions join him and he is boastful of you. A nubile creature offered placement at a table of old muddled men. He introduces you to trusted friends and advisors in the senate.

One man in particular takes keen interest as to your recent arrival. His name was Macrinus. Man of information and resources. Dealt in cunning and cruelty though you found him sincerely charming. Your father watched you with a desperate eye.

Macrinus bore a smile so dazzling and blinding it made you dizzy; made think of the sun god. Apollo and his light cast across golden wheat fields. Notes of fine music. He sipped his wine slow, as he learned the flavour of your name. Where you came from. Understanding the rolling sea foam in your veins.

There’s a game to be held at the coliseum. He will have your father as his guest - and you by a very pretty extension. He nods at you; his eyes glimmer like pooled liquid gold in the half lit dark. It almost makes you feel safe.

They dine and drink into the small hours. Yet you slip away.

You watched this awful city out your window that night in your silk dress the colour of night time tidal waves. The air is stale. Carrion to you. Hot. Full of dust and sweat. Here, It smells like mulberry trees and a green garden waiting for blessed rain.

You couldn’t hear the sea. Or your sisters. Your mothers humming as she wove cloth and mended clothes. And you wept.

Salt found in your tears to be your only sacred comfort of home.

~

You are soft to this hard stone city. The coliseum is magnificent. As large as it is those who hold their powerful fists over its rule. Clutched in gold. Fine for the rich. Deadly for the slaves and warriors thrown into the pit at the whim of others. Met with carnivore teeth and sand and death.

The senators, generals, and the rich merchants watch from their perch, up among the gods they serve, presiding in shade and clothed in perfumed silks and jewels. Ladies and men both.

Your hair took hours to fasten in its current coiled style. Plaited and weaved. Your dress is the colour of the softest blue shore. Your servant lavished your arms and fingers in golden finery. A serpent cuff coiled around your arm. Skin draped in lemon oil because it’s the small piece of Corsica you carry here with you. Serenity to push against this place of gore, butchery and death.

You find yourself seated here amongst giants. Macrinus is seated one side. Your father the other. He fondly lays his hand across yours in gentle touch.

His palm is damp. Gold rings wet.

His face looks haggard with age. The lines by his eyes more prominent. Rome is poisoning him. The golden apple just a fingertip shy of his reach. St Bartholomew flayed and stripped of skin piece by piece. Schemes and plots lay thick in his mind like rot. Sweat beads down across his brow and the thinning salt pepper of his hair.

He says something to Macrinus that you’re too absorbed to hear. It’s low. Dragged through a growl. He appears unmoved, with a slow flick of his eyes to you. Watching this finery and loudness devour you. Your eyes so full wide and round. Salt and innocence entwined.

You all rise when the emperors pass by, Geta and Caracalla, who stride in, garbed in gold and cloaks. Come to take their rightful place at the mouth of the box where you are seated.

They are like twin suns to the Roman people. Lion gold hair kissed by fire. They burn and twist and shine with it. Make noises like gold coins that clack when they move. Strung in riches and golden crowns of olive leaves and branches.

Together they make you think of Romulus and Remus. Raised rabid by wolves. And they certainly make an impression. You’ve heard tale of the voracious nature of the blood sport they all but live for. Faces limned in the glory of gore.

The crowd cheers for them. They nod and wave but it appears barbed. The games begin with a wave of applause and a regal hand.

Caracalla twists and casts an eye in your direction. Seeing new meat.

The way you sit sedately and can’t cast your mind into the butchery and violence happening below. The clash of steel. The hollow squelching cries that proceed death. The spill of viscera and the scatter of brain matter from split heads.

Each new gash or split in skin made them smile. The taint of blood. Metallic sour. Spilling of offal and exposed bone.

He tilts his head like a clever wolf. Eyes darken. His sneer as terrible as a skulls. He leans across and whispers something to his brother with a knock of his arm to gain attention.

Another set of wolfish eyes join the first in hooking to your skin. Silly soft girl. Made of gentle sea breezes and lapping blue waves calm and soft enough to wade in. Pearl shining in moonlight. So watery and weak. So good. Untouchable.

Geta swept his gaze on you from head to toe. Appraising you hungrily through greedy eyes. The beauty of your figure in that soft folds of that stola. The gold that crushed your neck. Broaches at your fair shoulders. Hair glistening and finely arranged.

He liked the way you winced when another sword blow came. The pull of your brows and how you had to look away. He wanted you gathered up in his lap; fingers crushing your jaw as he turned your head; force you to watch as the men cleaved at each other and drew blood. Hacked off limbs. Laugh at your revulsion.

Looking at you sat there; He has an urge to take his dagger, slit that fine silk from your shoulders and bare your real beauty. Grab it off you and snatch your dress down. Spoil himself on your curves. Grab your breasts. He’s sure you’ve tits that even a goddess would envy. He’d reel you in by grabbing your ass that definitely needs a spank and some attention.

You’re even prettier than some of the finest whores he’s had grace his bed. They never kept his interest too long. Too entwined in filth and sin like him; you look pure as a vestal virgin.

He likes that. He wants to pluck it off you and spoil it.

You don’t dare meet his eyes. Of course you don’t. He’s an emperor. He could have you executed for looking at him wrongly. Instead; you wring your hands in your lap and squirm. Close your eyes tighter with every dying wail.

He turns back to the fight. As do you. A gasp flies from your mouth when you draw your eyes to one of the measly soldiers in the arena. Your father left his seat to stand, mouth gaping.

You saw the familiar arrangement of strong limbs. Garbed in warriors clothing. The way his arms shook holding a sword. Inexperienced and struggling. The fight was not fair. The same head of hair that matched your own.

Your oldest brother.

Macrinus grinned. “He’s not my finest fighter. But I wager he’ll be good sport.” He smirks.

Your father turned, cursed the gods, and exploded with venomous rage. Flew for the man with his fists. Grabbed his clothing. You tried to restrain the storm of his temper - but then you’d got that trait from somewhere hadn’t you? - an ocean thrashing wild and free. Terrifying in its rage.

“You promised me.” Your father roared. Spittle flying.

“I never promised to protect your traitor of a son. Let us see if the gods spare him. Yes?” Macrinus commented.

You couldn’t take your eyes from the pit. Nor could your father. He clutched to you like he could barely stand. Weakened and shrinking. Hand a vice on your shoulder. It burned like the sting of sun but you couldn’t shrug him off.

Your brother was meeting with an opponent far larger than he was. A Retiarius. Helmet, trident, dagger and a net.

Of which had currently knocked your brother to the blood dusted dirt. Spearing the trident deep into his thigh. Pinning him to earth like a bug. His cry of pain ringing out. Blood sheeted down one side of his head. His scream is the most horrible thing you’d ever heard.

You can’t help it. Where you’re stood, you cry out. It pours forth from you.

The Retiarius loomed over your bother like a terrible storm cloud. Looking up at the stands for direction. The whole audience cheered and screamed for more.

Geta stood up and the crowd bayed. He sneered at the sight before him. All the power of a god; crammed into a mortal man.

He raised his arm. And hesitated for a moment. Before he smirked. And pointed his thumb right up.

Death.

Your father wailed. The huge lumbering gladiator descended onto your brother. Flinging the net off and cutting his throat in one fast slice. Blood poured and pooled around lifeless eyes. Stained the sand.

Macrinus stood to his feet and clapped along with everyone else. The emperors’ laughed like hyenas at the sight. Blood and pain only made their smiles grow.

Before you knew what was happening, the palace guards had you and your father surrounded. Hands viced around your arms. Your shoulders. Your father too.

Traitor. He decried. A traitor in the senate. The tarpeian rock.

Just like his now dead son. People’s poised against the glory of Rome. Against Caracalla and Geta. Death to all.

Macrinus spoke harshly to the guards to release you. He backhanded you across your cheek. Your eye felt like it was going to burst. Cheek flamed with fire. Lip cut and bleeding down your chin from his ring.

He then wasted little time in digging his fingers into your finely done hair. Hauled you along screaming. Tears streaming.

Your father could only watch, limbs wrenching forwards in terror to help, as Macrinus marched you across the stands to where they sat.

He threw you to the ground like a feral animal. Tumbled you onto your knees. Skimmed your hands. As you squirmed and cried at your body twisted to his cruelty.

“Your majesties. I have personally uncovered a traitor in your court. Senator Aurelius. Not only was his first born placed in rebellion against Rome. But he himself has been sowing seeds of treason in your senate. I bring you his filthy kin as recompense…” He spat at the Emperors. Releasing your mussed hair to throw you to their feet.

They examined you as one would a creature. Nothing of humanity left. Devoid of any feeling. You crawled slowly to your elbows. Tried to claw away sobs. Raising up but not daring to look at them. You weren’t worthy. You feared them.

Geta was the one who rose slowly to his feet. Coming to stand before you. “We are most grateful for your revelation, Macrinus. You will be rewarded for such loyal service.” Though he spoke to him, his eyes never left you.

You father shouted and cried pleas. They go unheard. He snaps to the guards who hold him. “Silence that treacherous snake-“ he barks. They beat him into submission.

You stay cowering on the ground. In amongst the gritty dirt, and the blood like those slaves and gladiators. That’s how they saw you. That’s how much you were worth. Held in the same regard as the dirt on their shoes.

You feel a ring clad hand tip a finger under your chin. Blood dripping down onto that digit as he made you raise your head to look at him until your neck hurt.

“What is your name, pretty little traitor-“ He sneers. Because that is all you are. They’ve tarred and feathered you with the same brush.

You give it to him through tears that run freely. You give this awful golden haired emperor with dark lecherous eyes your name.

“Salacia.” You cry. Voice watery and cloaked in heavy salty sobs. Lips parted. So soft and pliable. Lovely and ripe and waiting for him. A gift from the gods-

He tilts his head down at you. Looking like some sun gold lion. Showing his canines in a cruel white smile.

“Imprison them. Both.” He smirks.

He thinks he may have them bring him your fathers head on a platter. Strangulation seemed too soft. Too forgiving. He had to make an example of you.

He had a particular way in mind for your fate. He watched you get led away crying as he sucked your sweet blood off his thumb.

You tasted like salt and sea foam

~

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✨His true fate - Part 8/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Some spicy scenes, Language, age gap

Word Count: 6601

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Jared's teasing demeanor softened into a more serious expression as he glanced at Jensen, a hint of curiosity and concern in his eyes. "So, you guys didn’t settle on where this is going for now?", he asked, his voice quieter than before.

Jensen shook his head, his smile fading slightly as he considered Jared's question. "No, not really", he admitted, his tone thoughtful. "It's still early, you know? We're taking it slow. But I can tell you one thing—it's definitely not just a hookup for either of us".

Jared nodded, his expression becoming thoughtful. "That's good to hear", he replied sincerely. "She seems great".

Jared’s expression softened with understanding as he continued, choosing his words carefully. “Just keep in mind, Jensen, that after you end things with Danneel, things with (Y/N) will probably be easier”, he said gently.

Jensen paused, setting down the dish he was holding and meeting Jared’s gaze seriously. He knew Jared meant well and appreciated his friend’s straightforwardness. “I know”, Jensen replied quietly. “I’ve been thinking about that too. I just need to figure things out with Danneel first”.

"Talking to my lawyer is a good move", Jared said, his voice filled with empathy. "He'll give you solid advice on how to handle everything".

Jensen sighed, a hint of frustration creeping into his tone. "Yeah, I need all the tips I can get", he admitted, glancing down at the dishes he was supposed to be washing. "I've tried to bring up divorce with Danneel twice already, but she always manages to talk me down".

Jared frowned sympathetically. "She's good at that, isn't she?", he remarked, knowing Danneel's ability to sway Jensen's decisions. "Just stay strong, man. You know what you need to do".

Jensen nodded, his jaw tightening slightly with determination. "I do".

He glanced at his friend, noticing the hesitation before Jensen spoke again. There was a vulnerability in Jensen’s voice as he broached a different topic.

“You ever… believe in love at first sight?”, Jensen asked tentatively, his voice soft, almost hesitant. “Or fate, or… some shit like that?”.

Jared paused, surprised by the sudden change in conversation but understanding the underlying emotion behind Jensen’s question. He set aside the dish he was drying and turned to face Jensen fully, his expression thoughtful.

“Yeah, I think I do”, Jared replied sincerely.

Jensen nodded slowly, his gaze distant as he processed Jared’s words. “I guess I’m just wondering if… maybe there’s something like that out there for me too”, he admitted quietly, almost to himself.

Jared could sense Jensen's introspective mood, the weight of his contemplation palpable in the air between them. He leaned against the kitchen counter, folding his arms across his chest as he considered Jensen's question.

“Not to push your luck, but with (Y/N) and you, it pretty much seems like something like that”, Jared remarked with a reassuring smile, his tone gentle yet sincere.

Jensen looked up, meeting Jared’s eyes with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. He appreciated Jared’s optimism but couldn’t shake off the doubts that occasionally clouded his thoughts, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

“I hope so”, Jensen replied quietly, his voice tinged with longing. “I really do”.

Jared nodded understandingly. “You’ve got a good thing going with her, Jensen”, he said earnestly. “Just take it one step at a time, and things will fall into place”.

Jensen managed a small smile, appreciating Jared’s words of encouragement. “Thanks, man”, he said sincerely, feeling a bit lighter knowing that his friend believed in him and (Y/N).

While Jensen spent time with Jared, you busied yourself unpacking the last of your stuff and decorating your apartment. You wanted everything to look nice when Jensen came over tomorrow. As you arranged a vase of fresh flowers on the coffee table and fluffed up the pillows on the couch, your mind wandered to thoughts of what tomorrow might bring.

You didn’t know what to expect. Everything between you and Jensen had been moving quickly yet also cautiously. The visit today had felt like a milestone, a step closer to something more. But you were unsure where things would go from here. Would tomorrow be casual and comfortable, filled with laughter and easy conversation like today? Or would it be charged with a different kind of energy, exploring deeper connections and shared moments?

Despite the uncertainty, you felt a surge of anticipation and hope. Being with Jensen felt right, and you were willing to see where this journey would take you both.

As the evening settled in, you found yourself reflecting on your feelings for Jensen. The anticipation of his visit tomorrow filled you with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You had just finished dinner, tidying up the kitchen when your phone buzzed on the counter. You glanced at the screen and saw Ben's name. Your heart sank a little, the complicated nature of your relationship with him resurfacing.

Sighing, you picked up the phone, deciding to get this over with. “Hello?”.

“Hey”, Ben’s voice came through, casual and familiar. “How’s it going?”.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your tone neutral. “I’m fine, Ben. What do you want?”.

There was a pause on the other end, and you could almost hear him gathering his thoughts. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately, about us”, he began, his voice hesitant. “I know things have been rocky, but I miss you. I want to work things out”.

His words sent a ripple of emotions through you—anger, sadness, and a hint of nostalgia for what once was. But they were quickly overshadowed by the clarity of how much you had changed since you last saw him.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself before responding firmly. “Ben, I already told you I needed a break. We can’t keep going in circles like this”.

Ben’s voice took on a pleading tone. “I can change, (Y/N). I know I messed up, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between us”.

You sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and sympathy. “Ben, it’s not just about you changing. It’s about us not being right for each other anymore. We’ve grown apart, and we need to accept that”.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, and you could almost hear Ben processing your words. Finally, he spoke again, his voice tinged with desperation. “But we had something good, didn’t we? We can get that back”.

You took a moment to collect your thoughts, the weight of Ben's words pressing on you. His plea for another chance stirred memories of happier times, but they were overshadowed by the pain of betrayal.

"Oh, you mean the good times before you cheated on me?", you snapped, unable to hold back the bitterness in your voice. The hurt and anger surged through you, fueled by months of confusion and heartache.

Ben audibly swallowed, his voice faltering slightly. "I… I regret that. I made a mistake", he admitted, his tone pleading.

"You made a choice", you countered sharply, your emotions raw. "A choice that changed everything between us".

"I know", Ben replied quietly. "And I've been trying to make amends ever since".

"It's not that simple", you replied, your voice softening despite your resolve. "Trust doesn't come back overnight, Ben. It's been hard for me to even consider trusting you again".

There was a heavy silence on the line as both of you grappled with the weight of your words. You could hear Ben struggling to find the right response, his breaths coming out in uneven intervals.

Finally, he spoke again, his voice thick with emotion. "I still love you, (Y/N). I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove that to you".

You closed your eyes, battling conflicting emotions. Part of you wanted to believe him, to grasp onto the hope that things could be repaired. But another part knew that moving forward meant letting go of the past.

"I need time", you said finally, your voice steady but firm. "Time to heal, time to figure out what's best for me".

"I understand", Ben replied softly. "Just… don't shut me out completely, okay?".

You nodded, even though he couldn't see you. "I won't", you assured him, feeling a twinge of guilt for the pain you were causing him.

With a heavy heart, you ended the call, setting your phone down on the table beside you. The weight of the conversation hung in the air, but alongside the sadness was a glimmer of relief—a step toward closure.

Meanwhile Jensen propped himself up against the headboard, the dim light from the bedside lamp casting a warm glow across the room. He held his phone steady as JJ’s face appeared on the screen, her tired eyes gazing back at him.

"Hey", Jensen greeted softly, a smile tugging at his lips. "How was your day?".

JJ yawned, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "It was okay", she murmured, her voice small through the phone's speaker. "But I miss you, Dad".

Jensen's heart twinged with longing. "I miss you too, sweetheart", he replied gently. "I wish I could be there with you".

JJ nodded, her expression solemn. "When are you coming back home?", she asked, her voice tinged with hope.

"I'll be back soon", Jensen reassured her, his tone comforting. "Just a few more days".

JJ sighed softly, shifting in her bed. "Okay", she replied quietly, though her eyes still held a hint of sadness.

Jensen’s chest tightened with the ache. "Tell me about school", he prompted, trying to lighten the mood. "Did you finish that book you were reading?".

JJ brightened a little, nodding eagerly. "Yeah! It was really good", she exclaimed, launching into an animated description of the story.

As JJ talked, Jensen listened intently, his heart swelling with pride and love for his daughter.

After a while Jensen set his phone down on the nightstand, he heard JJ’s small voice mumble through the still-active call.

“Dad, you’re never home”, JJ murmured, her words tinged with a mix of sadness and accusation.

Jensen’s heart sank further, the weight of his choices pressing heavily on him. He picked up the phone again, his expression full of regret. “I know, JJ”, he said softly. “I’m really sorry about that. I miss you so much”.

“Why can’t you be here more?”, JJ asked, her voice trembling slightly. “I just want things to be like they used to be”.

Jensen took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain a situation far too complex for her to fully understand. “I’m trying to figure things out, sweetheart”, he replied gently. “It’s complicated, but I’m doing everything I can to make things better. I promise I’ll be home as soon as I can”.

JJ nodded, though her expression remained troubled. “Okay, Dad. I just miss you. And I wish Mommy wouldn’t get mad so much”.

Jensen felt a surge of anger and helplessness, wishing he could shield JJ from the turmoil at home. “I miss you too, JJ. Just remember, no matter what, I’m always here for you. You can call me anytime, okay?”.

“Okay”, JJ said softly. “Love you, Dad”.

“Love you too”, Jensen replied, his voice filled with emotion.

As the next day dawned, you decided to head out for some shopping. You picked up a variety of snacks and drinks, including beer and whiskey, not entirely sure of Jensen’s preferences. After loading everything into your car, you drove back home, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervous excitement.

Once home, you decided to indulge in a relaxing spa day. You filled the bathtub with warm water, adding your favorite bath salts to create a soothing atmosphere. As the tub filled, you set out your razor and shaving cream, determined to be prepared for whatever might happen later. You slipped into the warm water, letting the tension melt away as you took your time shaving, making sure you felt your best.

As you settled back into the tub, savoring the tranquility, your phone vibrated on the edge of the sink. You reached for it, seeing a message from Jensen. The simple text made your heart skip a beat.

“Hey there”, Jensen’s message read, making your heart skip a beat as you read it. “How’s your day going? Is 7 pm good for you?”.

You smiled to yourself, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing him later. Quickly drying your hands, you replied, “Hey, I’m just a bit tired, might take a nap before you get here. And 7 pm sounds perfect”.

Jensen’s reply came swiftly, his playful tone evident even through text. “A nap, huh? Making sure you’re well-rested for me, I see. Smart move. See you at 7”,

After sending your reply, you settled back into the warm bath, allowing the soothing water to ease away any lingering tension. The relaxing soak helped clear your mind, and after a while, you stepped out of the tub feeling refreshed and calm. Wrapping yourself in a soft towel, you made your way to your bedroom, ready for a quick nap to ensure you were well-rested for the evening ahead.

Meanwhile, at Jared’s house, Jensen was preparing for the evening as well. He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over him, washing away the stress of the past few days. The anticipation of seeing you again filled him with a sense of eagerness and excitement.

After Jensen finished his shower, he stepped out into the steamy bathroom, grabbing a fluffy towel to dry himself off. He ran the towel over his damp skin, the warmth and scent of the shower gel lingering on him. His thoughts were focused on the evening ahead, the prospect of seeing you bringing a smile to his face.

Once he was dry, Jensen headed to his room to decide on an outfit. Tonight was casual yet he wanted to look good for you. He settled on a pair of black jeans that fit him well, emphasizing his toned legs. For the top, he opted for a fitted black long-sleeve shirt, the fabric stretching slightly around his biceps.

After selecting his outfit, Jensen moved to the bathroom mirror to style his hair. He ran a comb through it, adding just the right amount of product to achieve a casual yet polished look. Satisfied with his appearance, he reached for his favorite cologne and spritzed a generous amount on his neck and wrists, wanting to leave a lasting impression.

Just as he finished, Jared walked into the room, a casual question on his lips. “Hey, Jensen, do you know how to make a cheese sau—”, Jared’s sentence trailed off as he entered, stopping short and chuckling at the scene before him. Jensen was practically standing in a cloud of cologne, the scent lingering heavily in the air.

“Whoa, man!”, Jared exclaimed, laughing. “Did you drown yourself in cologne or what? Trying to knock her out with that?”.

Jensen turned towards Jared, a sheepish grin on his face as he asked, “Too much?”, He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little lost. It had been a while since he had been on a real date, let alone one that he had high hopes for, especially with everything else going on in his life.

Jared chuckled, shaking his head as he took in Jensen’s slightly bewildered expression. “Yeah, man, just a tad”, he replied, trying to suppress his amusement. “But hey, at least you’ll smell unforgettable”.

Jensen laughed softly, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement building up inside him. “I just want tonight to go well, you know?”, he admitted, his voice earnest. “It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this”.

Jared’s expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. “I get it, Jensen”, he said, his tone sincere. “Just be yourself. (Y/N) likes you for you, cologne cloud and all”.

Jared crossed his arms and watched Jensen as he carefully put on his watch, then observed his friend glance at his ring finger. Jensen hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowing in thought, before decisively pulling off his wedding ring and placing it on the small shelf above the sink.

Jared's expression remained neutral, knowing better than to comment on such a personal decision. He respected Jensen's space, understanding the complexities involved in Jensen's situation with Danneel.

"You okay?", Jared asked gently, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

Jensen nodded, though his expression reflected a mixture of relief and sadness. "Yeah, it's just… feels weird, you know?", he admitted.

Jared nodded in understanding, offering Jensen a reassuring smile. "You're doing what's best for you and for (Y/N)", he said quietly. "That's what matters".

Jensen took a deep breath, steeling himself for the evening ahead. With a final glance at his reflection in the mirror, he turned towards Jared with a determined expression. "Thanks, man", he said sincerely. "For everything".

Jared nodded, clapping Jensen on the shoulder in a show of support. "Anytime, buddy. Now go get 'em", he said with a grin.

After your refreshing nap, you woke up feeling a mix of excitement and nerves about the evening ahead. As you stood in front of your closet, you debated over what to wear, your thoughts lingering on the possibility of something happening with Jensen. Eventually, you settled on a delicate lace bra and matching thong in a deep, alluring red, thinking that someone of Jensen’s age and taste would appreciate the choice.

With your underwear sorted, you opted for a more casual yet cute outfit, given that you would be watching a movie and staying in. You slipped into a pair of comfortable yoga pants that hugged your curves in all the right places and paired them with a slightly oversized shirt that offered a relaxed, yet stylish look.

Satisfied with your outfit, you took one last look in the mirror, adjusting your hair and touching up your makeup. You wanted to strike the perfect balance between looking effortless and feeling confident.

After a while, just as you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup, the doorbell rang, sending a flutter of anticipation through you. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you glanced once more in the mirror to ensure everything looked just right before making your way to the door.

Opening it, you were greeted by the sight of Jensen standing there, looking handsome and relaxed in his black jeans and fitted black long-sleeve shirt. His eyes lit up when he saw you, a warm smile spreading across his face.

“Hey”, Jensen greeted warmly.

“Hey”, you replied with a grin, stepping aside to invite him in. “Come on in”.

Jensen stepped inside, looking around with an appreciative gaze. “It’s exactly how I imagined your apartment to look like”, he remarked, his eyes taking in the modern white furniture and pastel-colored decorations that adorned the space.

“Really?”, you asked, pleased with his comment. “What do you mean?”.

Jensen chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “It’s just… it’s very you. Modern, clean, and stylish. It’s a refreshing change from how my house looks. My wife’s taste is the complete opposite”.

You nodded, understanding the subtle comparison he was making.

You cleared your throat, trying to ease the slight awkwardness that settled in the air after Jensen's unintentional comparison. "Well, I'll take it as a compliment", you said with a small smile, hoping to lighten the mood.

Jensen turned towards you, his expression sincere. "It definitely is", he assured you, his voice warm. He paused for a moment, then chuckled softly and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Sorry, that was a bit… not what I meant", he muttered, realizing his slip-up. "I didn't mean to bring her up or compare…".

You waved off his apology gently, understanding the complexities of his situation. "It's okay, Jensen", you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm reassuringly. "No harm done".

Jensen sighed, his gaze meeting yours with gratitude. "Thanks", he murmured, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I just… I don't want to mess this up".

You squeezed his arm gently, offering him a reassuring smile. "You're not messing anything up", you assured him. "Let's just enjoy tonight, okay?".

Jensen nodded, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Yeah, okay", he agreed, his tone more confident now.

"You smell good", you mumbled before turning around. Jensen grinned, thinking about Jareds teasing. "Thanks".

You walked into your open kitchen, Jensen following close behind. As you headed for the fridge, you glanced back at him over your shoulder, a small smile playing on your lips. “So, what can I get you to drink?”, you asked, your voice light with a touch of nervous excitement.

Jensen leaned against the countertop, watching you with an appreciative gaze. “Hmm, surprise me”, he replied casually, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You nodded, opening the fridge and pulling out a couple of options. “Well, I’ve got beer, whiskey, some wine, and a few non-alcoholic options too”, you listed, turning around to face him.

Jensen’s smile widened. “How about a beer for starters?”, he suggested, his gaze lingering on you.

“Sure thing”, you said with a nod, reaching for a bottle of beer from the fridge. As you handed it to him, your fingers brushed against his briefly, sending a jolt of warmth through you. You couldn’t help but notice the lingering scent of his cologne, which intensified as he leaned closer.

You bit your lip and grabbed a soda for yourself, feeling the butterflies in your stomach intensify as Jensen’s eyes continued to roam around your apartment. He took another sip of his beer, still leaning against the countertop, clearly enjoying the moment.

“Did you clean for me coming over, or are you just a clean person in general?”, Jensen asked, his tone teasing but genuinely curious.

You shrugged and grinned, feeling a bit playful. “A little of both, I guess”, you admitted. “I like to keep things tidy, but I might have done an extra sweep before you came over”.

Jensen chuckled. “Well, it shows. Your place looks great”.

You felt a warm blush rise to your cheeks at his compliment. “Thanks”, you said softly.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, both of you sipping your drinks and stealing glances at each other. There was an unspoken tension between you, the memory of the kiss you shared lingering in the air. Jensen hadn’t kissed you when he arrived, and you found yourself wondering if he wanted to but hesitated.

For Jensen, the drive to your apartment had been filled with anticipation. All he could think about was the moment his lips would meet yours again. But when he saw you, looking so effortlessly beautiful, he found himself chickening out, unsure if it was too soon or if you even wanted it.

You broke the comfortable silence with a smile, wanting to ease any lingering tension between you and Jensen. "So, how did you spend yesterday?", you asked casually, hoping to shift the focus to something light and enjoyable.

Jensen's face lit up as he recounted his day. "Jared and I went jet skiing on the river", he replied, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "It's something we haven't done in a long time, just the two of us".

You nodded, imagining the scene. "That sounds like fun", you commented, genuinely interested. "Must have been nice to unwind and spend some time outdoors".

"Yeah, it was", Jensen agreed with a smile. "It felt good to do something different for a change".

As he spoke, you found yourself relaxing more, enjoying the easy conversation between you. The tension that had lingered earlier seemed to melt away as you both settled into a comfortable rhythm of sharing stories and laughter.

As you continued your conversation, moving from small talk to more meaningful topics, you found yourselves seated comfortably on the couch, facing each other. The atmosphere was relaxed, with occasional bursts of laughter and moments of shared understanding.

At one point, you mentioned your dislike for Harry Styles’ music when Jensen unexpectedly brought up attending one of his concerts. His explanation came swiftly, “It was for my daughter”, he admitted, his voice catching slightly in his throat. The admission slipped out before he could think better of it, and he noticed your surprised expression.

You paused for a moment, processing this new information. Jensen hadn’t mentioned having children before, and you understood why—he didn’t want to overwhelm you or potentially scare you off with his family situation.

“Oh”, you responded softly, trying to keep your tone neutral. “You have kids?”.

Jensen nodded, a mix of emotions flickering across his face—vulnerability, uncertainty, and a hint of worry. “Uhm… Yeah, I do”. he confirmed, his gaze meeting yours earnestly. “I haven’t brought it up before because… there was already so much you had to take in”.

You nodded slowly, trying to compose yourself. Jensen was indeed a grown man, but hearing that he also had kids added another layer of complexity and maturity to his character. It was a reminder that he had a life beyond what you had seen so far, with responsibilities and priorities that extended far beyond your budding relationship.

“Wow”, you finally responded, a mix of surprise and curiosity in your voice. “How many kids do you have?”.

Jensen shifted slightly, looking relieved that you weren’t reacting too negatively to the revelation. “I have three”, he answered quietly, his tone soft yet proud. “Two daughters and a son”.

You hesitated for a moment, trying to find a way to lighten the mood. A playful smile tugged at your lips as you looked at Jensen, deciding to take a chance with a teasing comment. “So, you’re a real daddy, huh?”, you said with a mischievous glint in your eye.

Jensen’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before a slow, amused smile spread across his face. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Oh, I see what you did there”, he replied, his tone playful yet slightly self-deprecating. “I guess I am”.

You laughed, feeling the tension ease as the mood lightened. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist”, you said, still smiling. “But seriously, it’s really impressive how you manage everything. Being a dad and handling your career… it can’t be easy”.

Jensen’s smile softened, a touch of vulnerability in his eyes. “It’s definitely a balancing act”, he admitted.

Jensen saw an opportunity to delve into more personal topics, wanting to get to know you better on a deeper level. He cleared his throat, looking at you with a hint of curiosity and playfulness in his eyes. “But you’re not into that daddy kink stuff, right?”, he asked carefully.

You chuckled and felt your cheeks heat up, blushing as you shook your head. “No, not really”, you replied, still smiling. “But…”. You stopped yourself, suddenly feeling shy and blushing even more.

Jensen raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in slightly. “But?”, he prompted, his voice soft and encouraging.

You took a deep breath, mumbling shyly, “But I am sure into dirty talk”.

Jensen’s smirk widened, his eyes twinkling with amusement and interest. “Oh, really?”, he said, his tone low and flirtatious. “Well, that’s good to know”.

Jensen leaned back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes as he teased, “Well, someone’s full of surprises tonight”, His voice carried a low, suggestive tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

You giggled nervously, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of bashfulness at his response. “I guess you could say that”, you replied coyly, meeting his gaze with a playful twinkle in your eye.

He leaned closer again, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “You know, I think I’m starting to like these surprises”.

You raised an eyebrow playfully, a smirk forming on your lips as you teased Jensen in return. "So, it seems dirty talk isn't a red flag for you either?", you quipped, your voice laced with amusement and a touch of flirtation.

Jensen chuckled, his eyes sparkling with warmth and desire. "Definitely not a red flag", he replied, his tone filled with playful confidence. "In fact, I might even say it's a green light".

You grinned, feeling a surge of boldness as you leaned closer to him. "Oh, really now?", you murmured. "Well, I guess we'll have to see where this green light takes us".

The air around you seemed to crackle with anticipation, the playful banter weaving a web of attraction and desire between you. Jensen's gaze held yours, his expression filled with a mix of admiration and a growing hunger for more.

Jensen's smile widened, clearly enjoying the effect his teasing had on you. “So, do you have more green lights for me?”, he asked.

Your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, but you didn't back down. Instead, you licked your lips slowly, meeting his gaze with a confident glint in your eyes. “Wouldn't it be more interesting for you to find out?”, you replied, your voice a sultry whisper.

Jensen’s eyes darkened with a mix of amusement and desire. He leaned in even closer, his breath warm against your ear as he murmured, “Is that an invitation?”.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his proximity, his words sending a thrill through you. “Maybe it is”, you whispered back, your voice barely audible but filled with unmistakable intent.

Jensen’s hand moved to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin as he held your gaze. “Then I guess I’d better start finding out”, he said softly, his voice laced with anticipation and a promise of more to come.

The air between you seemed to pulse with electricity, the playful teasing giving way to a deeper, more intense connection. Jensen’s eyes searched yours, waiting for your response, his touch a gentle yet insistent reminder of the chemistry that had been building between you.

Your heart began to race the moment Jensen’s touch connected with your skin. It felt as though a bolt of lightning had struck you, sending shivers down your spine. You bit your lip, trying to steady yourself, and mumbled, “We said we wanted to take it slow…”.

But Jensen’s response was immediate and decisive. With one hand cupping your waist, he pulled you gently but firmly onto his lap, pressing you flush against his solid chest. The sudden proximity made your breath catch, and you could feel his heart beating just as fast as yours.

“I know we did”, he murmured, his voice a low rumble that resonated through your body. “But some things are worth speeding up for”.

He gazed into your eyes, his expression a mix of desire and tenderness. The intensity of his gaze made you feel as if the world around you had melted away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate bubble.

You swallowed hard, the heat between you becoming almost unbearable. “Jensen…”, you whispered, your voice trailing off as you struggled to find the right words.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Tell me if you want me to stop”.

But any words you might have formed evaporated the moment Jensen’s lips found the soft spot just below your ear. The gentle kiss sent a shiver of pleasure through you, and a soft whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it.

That simple, involuntary sound was enough to make Jensen’s arousal evident. You could feel his erection growing beneath you, pressing firmly against you in a way that sent waves of heat through your body. The realization made you gasp softly, your body responding instinctively to his touch.

Jensen’s hands moved with purpose, one sliding up your back, drawing you even closer, while the other gripped your hip with a possessive firmness that made your heart race. He kissed down your neck, each touch of his lips igniting a trail of fire on your skin. You arched into him, your breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as his lips found new sensitive spots, making you shiver and moan softly.

His fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, tracing the line of your spine, sending delicious shivers through you. The feel of his rough, calloused hands against your smooth skin was intoxicating, making you crave more of his touch. You could feel your own arousal building, a deep, insistent ache between your thighs that begged for relief.

Jensen’s kisses grew more insistent, his lips and teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as he sucked and bit gently. Each touch sent a spark of electricity through your body, heightening your arousal. You could feel the hard length of his erection pressing against you, the friction driving you crazy with desire.

With a rough urgency, Jensen’s hands gripped your hips and pressed you down more firmly against him, causing you to gasp at the intensified sensation. The heat between you was almost overwhelming, your bodies moving instinctively against each other.

You managed to find your voice, your breath hitching as you whispered, “We… we were going to watch a movie…”.

Jensen’s hands paused for a moment as he heard your whispered words, his touch lightening slightly but still lingering on your hips. His lips, warm and moist from kissing your neck, hovered close to your ear.

“We can still watch a movie”, he murmured huskily, his breath sending tingles down your spine. “But right now, I want you more than anything”.

You shivered at his words, feeling the weight of his desire pressing against you both physically and emotionally. Despite the initial intention to take things slow, the raw intensity between you was undeniable, drawing you closer with each passing second.

Your mind raced with conflicting thoughts—desire battling with caution, yearning fighting against the need to maintain control. But as Jensen’s hands traced patterns on your hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles, it became increasingly difficult to resist him.

Jensen’s mind was a whirlwind of desire and need, his thoughts almost entirely consumed by the longing to be closer to you. As he held your hips tightly, feeling the heat between you, he could barely think straight. The urge to be inside you was overwhelming, an almost desperate craving that he couldn’t explain.

With more need, his hands dropped to the hem of your shirt, his fingers brushing against your skin. But just as he began to lift your shirt, a flicker of hesitation hit you. You placed your hands on his, stopping them from moving any further.

Jensen drew back slightly, his brow furrowing in confusion as he looked into your eyes. “You´re okay?”, he asked softly, his voice a mix of concern and tenderness.

You hesitated for a moment, your eyes meeting Jensen’s with a mix of vulnerability and nervousness. Taking a deep breath, you whispered, “It’s been a while… I’m kinda nervous about it”.

Jensen pulled back slightly more, his gaze intent and searching. “How long?”, he asked directly, his tone gentle but curious.

Your cheeks flushed with a deep blush as you cleared your throat, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Uhm… maybe three years”, you whispered softly.

Jensen’s face fell forward, resting against your collarbone as he let out a low, strained growl. “Fuck”, he muttered, his voice thick with emotion.. “You’re practically a fucking virgin all over again”, he said, his voice a mix of awe and frustration.

Jensen’s words hung in the air, charged with a mix of desire and concern. The thought of how long it had been since you last had sex turned him on even more, but he was acutely aware of the responsibility that came with it. He didn’t want to rush anything or make you feel uncomfortable.

Sensing your tension, Jensen sighed deeply, his breath warm against your skin. He gently pulled back, looking into your eyes with a tender, understanding gaze. "You want to watch that movie now?", he asked softly, his voice laced with care and a hint of disappointment.

He hoped you might decline the offer to watch the movie, silently expressing his desire for more. But he also knew it was important to respect your comfort level and give you the space you needed.

You nodded softly, surprised by your own shyness. Jensen’s understanding and patience made you feel safe, but there was an unexpected fear lurking in the back of your mind. The fact that he was older and an actor, with undoubtedly more experience, intimidated you. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had been with women far more beautiful than you, and that thought scared you off.

Jensen swallowed hard, taking in your nod and the emotions flickering across your face. He could sense your hesitation and the underlying fears you weren’t voicing. “Alright”, he mumbled softly.

You bit your lip, feeling the weight of your insecurities, and Jensen gave you a small, reassuring smile. Trying to lighten the mood, he said with a low chuckle, “I could really use a whiskey now”.

You stood up, ready to get the whiskey for him, and as you moved to the kitchen, Jensen took the opportunity to adjust himself. He tugged on his jeans, trying to shift his erection to a more comfortable position. The desire was still there, but he wanted to make sure you felt at ease and not pressured.

In the kitchen, you took a moment to gather your thoughts, pouring a glass of whiskey for Jensen and one for yourself. You returned to the living room, handing Jensen his drink with a small smile. He accepted it gratefully, taking a long sip to steady himself.

“Thank you”, he said, his voice a bit more relaxed now. He patted the spot next to him on the couch, inviting you to sit back down.

You sat down next to Jensen, feeling the warmth of his body as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close. You shot your whiskey in one go, the liquid burning a comforting path down your throat. Jensen chuckled softly at your bold move, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your arm.

“Alright, let’s see what we’ve got”, he said, looking through the movie options. You tried to focus on the movie selection, but Jensen’s touch made it increasingly difficult.

Finally, you settled on a movie, trying to calm your racing heart. Jensen shifted slightly, pulling you even closer against him.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 9

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[virmochi]

For the roleplay committee on Tumblr

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Enough with the pathetic targeting of roleplayers on Tumblr! It's downright despicable, especially given that the majority of these creative individuals are minors. Get a grip on reality and find something better to do with your time than spewing disrespect.

LISTEN UP, if I catch wind of any more of these toxic comments, I'll make it my mission to unearth your sorry identity and ensure your account is obliterated. Consider this a warning – back off and let people enjoy their space without your mindless aggression. The consequences will be swift and severe.

To those who have been hurt by the senseless targeting on Tumblr, I offer my sincere apologies. Remember, it's not a crime to pursue your passions, including roleplaying. Don't let the negativity of others dictate what brings you joy. Do what you love, stay true to yourself, and embrace your interests without reservation. Your well-being matters, and there are supportive communities out there who appreciate and respect your creative endeavors. Keep shining and doing what makes you happy. 💙

IF YOU SEE ONE OF THESE ASSHOLES TAUNTIN' OTHER ROLEPLAYERS, TELL THEM TO FUCK OFF!

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SPREAD THE WORD!

#PROTECT TUMBLR ROLEPLAYERS

[dearestarmie]

Armie! Yesterday I ended up my (birth)day with this amazing video of you.

Hope all you wish and work for becomes true, you deserve all happiness in the world.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

You made my life better and you'll never know how much you matter to me, feels like you're my brother, my best friend, my biggest love, my dad and my beloved son.

I'll love you in every world, in every life. I want to celebrate and cry at every little thing you achieve, and I hope sincerely that you get your name and life back, because you're irreplaceable.

Nobody else could ever be you, no matter what anybody says. You're missed in the cinema world, this fandom lives to love you, we are all your fans first and foremost.

Your talent knows no bounds, your heart was made to be cared for and appreciated. 38 years of Armie Hammer is not enough, I want more, we all do.

Never forget you have us all in this little side of the internet rooting for you and celebrating every victory of yours.

Happy birthday, Armie. I love you.

🫂🙏🏼

[coloradocharmiegirl]

Chapter 42 here --New 4/20/24

Summary:

With Armie heading out to fight the wildland fire at Murphy Creek, Timmy faces some uncomfortable truths about what loving a firefighter really means, and makes promises, to himself and others, about how he'll make sure they never end up in such a mess again.

Excerpt:

Timmy reached up and brushed a finger over his medallion, the piece of Armie that had hung around his neck since that very first night. Life had somehow brought him back here, back to Armie–the man who made pancakes laced with vanilla to celebrate 3-month anniversaries, who touched both his body and soul in ways no other person ever had. The man who unlocked hidden desires, tied deft knots, and matched Timmy round for round–the noble man who cared so fiercely and, though he’d never said so in so many words, made Timmy feel loved.

He’d wobbled at the worst possible time, and now Armie was far away, facing danger. Timmy brought the medallion to his lips and pressed a kiss against it, sending a prayer to the universe for Armie’s safety, knowing he needed to be strong. He couldn’t fall apart, not now–not when Armie needed him to take care of the things he’d had to leave behind in the face of duty.

Or start from the beginning here.

Hello! I know it's been a while, and I'm sorry. But hopefully this will have been worth the wait. I sincerely appreciate each and every one of you who has hung around and is still reading--thank you from the bottom of my heart, truly. I was recently reminded that this story has been going on nearly 3 years now and isn't finished, and that it's a lot to ask people to keep reading after so long. And I get it, I do. There's more to come, but if you ever want to stop reading, just know that these boys have a happy ending, so you can step away with a happy heart.

💙💚CCG

[muiitoloko]

hii really sorry for bothering 💙

I'm kind of dying with period cramps, could I ask for a little pov with Eli where he comforts you?😭💙 I don't mean a whole fic, just like a little imagine or something, but like five lines and that's it, I really don't want to bother you 😭💙🫶🏻 I love your writing style btw 😭😭😭😭

Title: care

Summary: He takes care of you.

Pairing: Eli Michaelson × Fem! Reader

Warning: none.

Author's Notes: Hey, you're not bothering at all! I'm sorry to hear you're not feeling well. Here's a quick POV with Eli comforting you:

Eli entered the apartment, his exhaustion evident in the way he dragged his feet across the floor. But as he turned the corner into the living room, his tired demeanor quickly shifted to one of concern when he saw you curled up on the couch, a pained expression etched across your face.

"Darling, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice softening slightly as he approached you, his usual arrogance momentarily set aside.

You winced, clutching your stomach as another wave of cramps washed over you. "It's my period," you mumbled, your voice strained with discomfort, "the cramps are killing me today."

Eli's brow furrowed with empathy as he knelt beside you, his hand reaching out to gently stroke your hair. "I'm sorry, my dear," he murmured, his tone surprisingly tender, "I can only imagine how painful it must be for you."

Despite his usual pompous demeanor, there was a sincerity in Eli's voice that took you by surprise. In that moment, you saw a glimpse of the caring, compassionate side of him that he rarely showed to anyone else.

As the minutes passed, Eli remained by your side, offering words of comfort and support as you endured the worst of your menstrual pain. He fetched a heating pad and a glass of water, doing his best to ease your discomfort in any way he could.

And though he still retained traces of his usual arrogance, there was a warmth in his gestures that spoke volumes. It was as if, in caring for you, Eli was allowing himself to be vulnerable, to show a side of himself that few ever got to see.

As Eli set the heating pad gently against your lower abdomen, he couldn't help but maintain a semblance of his usual arrogance, even in the midst of his caring gestures.

"There, that should help alleviate some of the pain," he remarked, his tone still carrying a hint of superiority, "though I must say, you seem rather fragile for someone who claims to be independent."

You rolled your eyes, both amused and exasperated by his comment. "Thanks, Eli," you replied sarcastically, "I'll be sure to remember that next time I'm bench-pressing my own weight."

Eli chuckled softly at your retort, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Ah yes, your unparalleled strength never ceases to amaze me," he quipped, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Despite his arrogant demeanor, there was a warmth in Eli's eyes as he looked at you, a flicker of genuine concern shining through his usual facade of superiority.

As you settled back against the couch, Eli rose from his kneeling position and made his way to the kitchen, his movements confident and purposeful. Moments later, he returned with a steaming cup of tea, the fragrant aroma wafting through the air.

"Here," he said, extending the cup towards you with a slight flourish, "a humble offering to soothe your delicate constitution."

You accepted the tea with a grateful smile, taking a sip and relishing in the comforting warmth that spread through your body. Despite his continued arrogance, there was a kindness in Eli's actions that you couldn't help but appreciate.

"Thank you, Eli," you said sincerely, meeting his gaze with genuine gratitude, "for taking care of me."

Eli waved off your thanks with a dismissive gesture, though the hint of a pleased smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Consider it a momentary lapse in my otherwise impeccable facade," he replied, his tone light but tinged with affection.

And as you sat together in comfortable silence, sharing the quiet intimacy of the moment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the complex, multifaceted man beside you. Despite his flaws and imperfections, there was something undeniably captivating about Eli Michaelson, a complexity that both frustrated and fascinated you in equal measure.

[riacte]

One thing I’ve always admired about the Blue9ers is the fervent propaganda that pushes them forward as a good TEAM. Not just good teamwork and comms, but a good team with the mentor-mentee dynamic and formation of new friendships etc. Like it started a whole new META and started a chain of events that led H to be invited on HC for an event. That’s staying power for you. Even the most clueless of people who go “Fruit slayed and H also did a good job” will also go “yeah and the hermits were there too”. I’m so serious about team appreciation in a team tourney. I’m so serious about this team that still occasionally gets crumbs and remains a crowd AND cc favourite.

The OG Blue9ers on Twitter, hibernationtwt, cherrybombtwt, the fanartists, Twitch chat, the video essay, the animatics… this team really, sincerely emotionally resonated beyond the high of “winning MCC”. I love how the fans weave the story together. It’s an underdog hero’s journey about friendship and hope and optimism 💙🦇

Also the rallying slogan of H’s “and everyone in the MCC community sleeps on the Blue Bats” is funny and memorable lol.

[artsygirl0315]

"Unsure Reassurance"

(Mention and Response to Gianna, Belongs to the lovely moot @numbuh-72 !!💙)

"This was found in the graveyard today, It's probably from Gianna.. Do you think he'll let us bring it in?.."

"... Give it to me, I'll do the talking.."

"This came in the mail, We're agreeing it's a gift from a.. close alliance.. Shall we take it in?"

"..."

"Is that so?.. Give it here.."

"..."

"Tyler?.. Is something wrong?.."

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"T-ty?.. You doing okay?.."

"This is nothing but rubbish! What made you think it was suitable to bring this here? Don't you think it's disrespectful when it's THEIR faces on these little.. things?!"

"H-hey, Tyler! Come on, it's jus-!"

"Don't use that tone on your leader, These dolls are now contraband! Do I make myself clear?"

"I-I... Y-yes, sir.."

"Yes, sir.."

"Good, I expect no more of these.. Don't forget who we're doing this for.."

"You think we pissed him off too much?.."

"Don't work yourself up about it, He's probably just.. stressed out today..."

"But.. They're from 72, Why is it so.. Unfair?.."

"I don't know, but I'd rather not question it.. He'll be even angrier if we do.. Come on, let's go.."

"What's this for?.."

"A letter for Gianna, I already wrote it down. All you gotta do is send it to her, Give her a little reassurance.."

"This is for the best, We can't disobey orders.. As much as I hate it, There's nothing we can do.. Tyler won't let us be.."

"I know, I know.. It's just.. It's so unfair for all of them.. For her.."

"This is really for the best, She wouldn't survive here.. Tyler isn't exactly in the right headspace, no matter what we do.. So, Let's just do whatever we can, okay?.. For their sake.."

"Okay, I'll believe you.."

"We'll get through this.. One way or another.."

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LETTER FOR GIANNA, FROM J AND P;

Dear Gianna,

We hope this letter finds you well, We have accepted your gift. They're wonderful.. Unfortunately due to protocol and strict orders, Tyler has confiscated them. Although, it was a lovely gesture. The dolls are made sure to be tucked away safely, Tyler isn't all that cynical, you know. He's soft for them. So, we thank you. You're gift was appreciated and loved dearly. And please.. Take good care of yourselves out there. To all of you.

"Sincerely, 216 & 510"

[e-dubbc11]

Let It All Wash Away

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: None, really. Fluffy bunnies and unicorns. Maybe a swear word or two

Word Count: 1.9K-ish

Summary: You’ve had a long and difficult day at work, Billy told you he would be late coming home, so you decide to try and relax with a nice hot bath.

A/N: I was looking around on Pinterest and I came across the picture in the moodboard that’s on the bottom right hand side. It inspired me to write this one and I hope you like it. 💙

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

After the long and frustrating day you had, all you could think about was getting home to relax. You remembered Billy saying he would be home later than usual tonight but not too late.

He apologized profusely of course; Billy was hyper aware of how many times a week, he was late for dinner, a meeting ran late, or if he just lost track of time doing paperwork or working on his computer.

But it was ok. You understood but he still felt bad disappointing you. However, after the day you had, you would welcome the airy, quiet penthouse for a handful of hours before Billy came home.

The overhead fluorescent lights in your office were very bright; they were too bright and it was almost as if you were looking into the sun if you glanced up toward the ceiling so it wasn’t a surprise that you left work every day with tired, red eyes.

Your blue light glasses did their best to protect your eyes from the intense dual monitors on your desk; they were still strained by the end of the day though; it didn’t matter how many breaks you took away from the screens.

People in the next cube must have had extra caffeine during the day because they didn’t stop talking from the moment they walked in that morning. The stress was a lot to take today but thankfully you didn’t have to wait too much longer before it was time to clock out and go home.

You always waited until the mass exodus from the building was over before you would clock out and start your walk home. Standing shoulder to shoulder with people in the elevator made you quite anxious so you’d rather wait until the coast was clear before leaving.

The frigid winter air hit your cheeks as soon as you stepped outside and the sky looked like a faded multi-colored rose. Shades of pink and orange emanated from the direction of the setting sun and peeked out from in between the tall buildings as it warmed the high points of your face while walking home.

It was going to be difficult to get warm after walking around outside in the cold.

“Welcome home, Miss Y/L/N.” The doorman greeted you while opening the door for you.

You smiled warmly at him. “Thank you, Jack. Ugh, you must be freezing! I’ll make you some tea and bring it down.” You replied.

He gave you a sly smile. “You don’t happen to have anything stronger, do ya?” He asked.

“Billy has a nice selection but only when you’re off duty, I’m afraid.” You said with a slight chuckle.

“It was worth a shot. You two always take good care of me, Miss.” He said sincerely.

A slight breeze blew into the lobby as he held the door for you.

“Well I can’t have you freezing to death out here. Besides, who’s gonna open the door for me if that happens.” You said, covering your mouth to hide your laughter.

Jack just shook his head and smiled.

“Thank you, Miss.” He said.

“I’ll be back with your tea. Do you have a preference of what kind?” You asked.

He replied, “Surprise me.”

You tried but even the hot tea couldn’t warm you up. The winter air buried itself deep into your bones and couldn’t escape even after being inside a warm apartment for an hour.

After bringing a thermos full of hot tea to Jack, you had a little something to eat and decided to take a hot bath. That was sure to warm you up.

You were thankful that Billy had dimmer switches on all the lights inside the penthouse. After being inside a bright office building all day, you welcomed the softer lighting at home. Your eyes could relax and the warm glow of several candles gave everything a very romantic feel.

Equally luxurious to the rest of the apartment, the bathroom was functional yet stylish complete with a claw foot bathtub and a large tiled shower. Still trying to rest your eyes, you dimmed the lights and turned the water on. You could see the rising steam on the surface of the hot water; it looked so inviting and you couldn’t wait to soak your tired body.

Stripping off your robe, you were sure that your bath salts had dissolved by now. The bathroom smelled heavenly with the subtle scents of lavender emitting from the hot water.

You turned the water off and listened to the gentle sounds of the bubbles popping as you tested the temperature of the water with your hand. It was almost too hot but you would get used to it. Your glass of red wine rested next to the tub on the tile floor.

You inhaled sharply and let out a long exhale as you fully submerged in the hot water; you let it hug and envelope every inch of your skin as your body was finally able to get warm. With soft music playing over the speakers, you placed a wet washcloth over your eyes and let the stress of your day wash away into the water.

A sense of calm swept over you; your body and mind felt at ease while breathing in the aroma of the bath salts and bubble bath.

This felt like heaven.

The music wasn’t loud but it was loud enough to where you didn’t hear Billy come home. Always light on his feet like a cat, he had already removed his jacket and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.

Leaning against the bathroom doorframe, Billy watched you with a wide smile stretched across his face. He carefully observed your chest as it rose and fell with every gentle breath you took, not wanting to disturb you. He knew you well enough to know that you had a hard day.

Billy loved you so much and he would do whatever you wanted so you would feel better.

“Rough day, baby?” He asked softly.

His voice was always so silvery and hypnotic.

“Mmmmm…yes it was, handsome.” You hummed with the cloth still over your eyes. “But you’re home now, so it’s already better.”

You started to remove the cloth and you could feel him smiling at you. That perfect million-dollar smile that always made you feel better after a bad day.

“What can I do, sweet girl?” Asked Billy. “I wanna help.”

Now eye level with you, Billy sat next to you gazing into your tired eyes; he kissed your forehead and waited for your response.

“Read to me, Billy? Please?” You asked, biting down on your lower lip and looking into his beautiful dark chocolate eyes.

He was surprised by your request.

“What? Here?” He asked.

“Please?” You begged, batting your eyelashes at him.

Billy picked up your empty wine glass.

“Alright, my love. I’ll be right back; you just keep on relaxing.” He said with a wink.

You watched him walk out of the bathroom with your empty wine glass with a slightly wicked smile on your face. You loved to watch him walk away from you; it gave you a great view of his ass in his suit pants.

Billy returned holding a glass of bourbon, your refilled glass of wine and a book tucked under his arm.

He pulled up a chair and placed it behind the tub as you turned to face him, your arms rested on the lip of the bathtub as he began to read.

“His stories were what frightened people worst of all…By his own account he must have lived his life among some of the wickedest men that God ever allowed upon the sea, and the language in which he told these stories shocked our plain country people almost as much as the crimes that he described.” Chapter 1, page 5

With a warm smile stretched across your lips, the bath water continued to warm your body as Billy read one of your favorites to you, Treasure Island. He delivered every line with absolute perfection. The tone of his voice was like velvet, soothing you like a warm blanket. You watched him intently as the sentences escaped his lips hypnotizing you with every syllable of every word.

Every book sounded amazing when he read it. The phone book would probably sound beautiful if Billy read it aloud and you would never get enough of that smooth, sexy voice of his.

“My father was always saying the inn would be ruined, for people would soon cease coming there to be tyrannized over and put down, and send shivering to their beds; but I really believe his presence did us good. People were frightened at the time, but on looking back they rather liked it; it was a fine excitement in a quiet country life, and there was even a party of the younger men who pretended to admire him, calling a ‘true-sea-dog’ and a ‘real old salt’ and such like names, and saying there was the sort of man that made England terrible at sea.” Chapter 1, page 5

He continued to read to you until the bath water started to cool down.

“Water must be gettin’ cool, sweet girl. You ready to get out?” Billy asked, placing a bookmark in the book where he left off.

He leaned in closer to you; his tie was gone and his crisp white dress shirt was unbuttoned a few buttons. You could still faintly pick up the scent of his cologne on his shirt and smell the bourbon on his lips.

Billy ghosted his lips over yours before kissing you; the bourbon on his lips tasted earthy with a touch of gentle spice and a hint of vanilla and honey. His tongue parted your lips as it tangled with yours.

“I just have to rinse off in the shower, handsome. You wanna join me?” You asked.

Billy cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips to yours again.

“Just try and stop me, baby.” He said.

The clean water that came out from the showerhead was like a perfect rain. It hit you with enough force to wash away the remnants of the bubble bath and the lavender bath salt but still gentle enough to soothe your now glowing skin.

Billy crept up behind you, the bristles of his beard brushed against your bare shoulder and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. It had been hours since he had touched you like this; reaching back with one hand, you grabbed a handful of Billy’s hair as he peppered light kisses along the side of your neck.

“I love you.” Billy whispered in your ear.

“And I love you, baby.” You replied back. “Thank you for reading to me.”

“You know I’d do anything for you, my love.” He said.

You did know that. There wasn’t anything that Billy wouldn’t do for you if you asked him to and even if you didn’t ask him to.

He would love you forever and you would do the same for him.

He deserved that.

The tension that had gripped you tightly throughout the day was all being rinsed away. There wasn’t anything in that perfect moment between you and Billy that caused any kind of stress or anxiety; he made you forget all about your bad day…one lovely word at a time.

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[avatarofcuriousity]

Why YOU Should Vote For Solomon In The 2022 RAD Popularity Contest!

YOU. YES, YOU! YOU are sleeping on Solomon!

He doesn't like that, MC.

So I am making this post as a fellow Solomon enjoyer!

1. Much Character And Development (Very Cool!)

Solomon is an immortal sorcerer. So, he's not a demon or angle. He's different like that, a bit quirky if you will.

He's lived a long time. He's very lonely. The RAD program was finally a place where he could find his found family. Doesn't that make you feel bad? Don't you think he deserves more love to compensate for his very much lonely life? I am guilt tripping you, you are being held at gunpoint, MC...

To elaborate more on his character, please allow me direct you to these AMAZING posts (that are actually serious and put things in way better words than I ever could lol) to explain why he's SUCH much character.

@books-and-catears Quick read of his Birthday Event and all the details of how amazing he is!

@3vocatio 's Analysis Of Why Solomon is a Consistently Written Character AND The Devs FAV (CANON???) (REAL, NOT CLICKBAIT) (😱) (😍)

@yourboyhack 's reblog of Solomon's B-day Character Card and how it mentions the obvious and is so very based

2. He Just Loves You So Very Much

As evident by his constant praise and affection! You're his darling apprentice and is very proud of you! 💙

Example shown here in @books-and-catears post!

He is absolutely your soulmate, MC. No, I'm not gaslighting you, MC, what do you mean?

He is determined to show you how much he loves you! He's open and honest. All he wants is to be sincere with you, as also evident by ANOTHER @books-and-catears post (They're so fucking based, one of the biggest Solomon appreciaters ever) and @he-calls-me-kitten 's reblog!

Conclusion?

Solomon is a very amazing and fantastic character. Especially after his Birthday Event, it's clearer than ever he's one of the best written characters! He deserves much more fans and appreciation. And the Devs ESPECIALLY deserve to know how much we adore his character! And even if you STILL don't like him or prefer another character?

Do it for the bit. That's right. If nothing I said reached you, at least do it for the funny.

And THAT is why you should vote for Solomon in the 2022 RAD Popularity Contest!

VOTE NOW!:

(NOTE: You can vote as many times as you'd like! (If you go into Incognito Mode 😏👀) Vote your true fav, but I encourage you to go vote for Solomon as MANY times as you can in Incognito and go HAM.)

[anonymous-rendezvous]

He Comforts You - Ike 💙

Ike Eveland x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S ��.

✧ — Comfort & Care Masterlist | 💙 You comfort him

✦ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, & comfort

✧ — Word count: 446 | Ao3

Snippets of time showing how you and your partner care for each other.

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If you could only choose one word to describe how you were feeling after your day at work, it would be 'done'. Not only had your boss called out today, but they had also left you with the amount of work that would normally need three people to complete. Which meant you had to stay long after your shift had already ended. And you wouldn't even be paid more for it. You'd quit in a heartbeat if you could afford it.

You were all but stumbling as you entered your home. The door shutting behind you with a little more force than intended as you leaned your weight back against it. You don’t even have the energy to lean down to properly remove your shoes; toeing them off and leaving them haphazardly in front of the door. However, you don’t get even two steps further into the house before Ike emerges from the hallway. His expression softens at the sight of you, giving you a sincere smile. “Welcome home, darling.” You return his smile, albeit yours being a tired one.

He’s by your side in no time, taking your hand in his. The novelist starts leading you down the hallway and before you can even ask where you're going; he pushes the bathroom door open. The soothing smell of eucalyptus and spearmint fill the room thanks to the candles he’d lit beforehand; giving the room a soft glow. The tub was filled, and you eyed it longingly, no doubt that the water was still warm. Your attention is drawn back to your loving boyfriend as a hand lightly rests on the small of your back, the warmth radiating through your clothes “Come on darling, let's get you in, shall we?” His hand glides up to help slip off your jacket. “I have the kettle on if you want a cup of tea while you soak.”

“Ike you didn’t have to do all this–”

He silences you with a gentle peck to your lips, “You’ve had such a rough day hun, just let me treat you.” He helps remove the rest of your clothes before helping you into the tub. As you sink further into the warm water, you can’t help but release a sigh of contentment. He chuckles affectionately, kneeling beside the tub so he can brush aside a few stray strands of hair before placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be back with your tea in a moment. Take as long in the tub as you need.”

Just before he leaves the room, you call out to him. He pauses with a questioning hum. “Thank you, Ike. I seriously appreciate it.”

“Of course, my dear.”

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[samsvenn]

hiii! love your writing sm! could you write about shu, reiji and subaru and just something ominous about them? not like a headcanons, but like those books where they make you wonder “wait huh 😧” thanks and appreciate you!! 💙🤍

1.1k words | SFW | gn!Reader

CWs: insults, strangulation/choking, drugging, victim complex

shu

The violin string felt icy cold around your neck, despite the burning sensation of its thinness beginning to slice open tears. Red beadlets adorned and contrasted the white string. Shu’s hands didn’t show any signs of hesitation and mercy. In his deluded mind, this was a necessary evil he had to commit in order for you to understand what you did wrong. 

“I knew you were a whore, but really? Subaru? You’d take that premature thug over me?” Shu looked down at you, his voice as cold and void as the violin string.

To think this was all over you laughing at Subaru’s crude jokes about Reiji. You two were in the kitchen - your body had been demanding more food since Shu’s feedings always left you faint. There was a change in him. One that you weren’t too particular in finding out, for now. Subaru crossed paths with you, sputtering foul comments about none other than Reiji.

Some of them made you laugh. Subaru noticed as well, so he was encouraged to make more. In the corner of your eye, that’s when you saw a tall, shadowed figure standing from afar.

 A churn in your stomach knew who it was, but your brain was praying that it wasn’t him: Shu.

He knew you couldn’t speak. The tension was way too strong. You tried to utter something out, but to no avail. 

The Eldest cocked his head downwards and sighed. “I can’t trust anything that comes out of that mouth of yours. If your screeching didn’t turn me on, I’d asked Kanato to sew it up close by now.” Loosening his grip, he ran his thumb against your lips, stopping every half a centimetre before moving on.

“If you think there’s anything stopping me from putting you to a grave, try and test me. It’ll be nothing but pure entertainment for me in the long run.” 

Shu wrapped the string around his slender fingers and tightened it again. You swore that you felt something dripping down your neck, but the lack of oxygen was depraving you of your senses. 

“Pathetic. I thought you’d last longer.” He chuckled and just like that, you were out cold and plopped hard on his hardwood floors.

reiji

“Hmm… Seeing you somewhat coherent, I should’ve increased the dosage. You’re not at all in tremendous pain, which is quite disappointing.” He flicked your forehead hard, causing tears to swell up in your eyes. 

You don’t remember how you ended up in this predicament, but if you had a guess, Shu probably looked at you for far too long and then you ate something. And knowing Reiji, that was probably enough for all of this to happen.

“W-What… did y-you do..?” You coughed out and tried to stand, but only your hands could offer some kind of support.

“You’re far too smart to not have an idea and far too dumb to keep getting yourself in repeated trouble.” His back turned away from you. He took a tall beaker and held it above his head. You were right about one thing - Whatever you ate last was what got you here.

Reiji took off his glasses and massaged the temples of his head, ruining his slicked hair. “Is this a cry for attention? Or do you sincerely like it when other men give you attention? I’d demand an answer, but getting it out of you my way is a guaranteed method for you to tell the truth.”

He knelt down, his black blazer almost touching the floor. That’s when you heard metal clinking. “Chains?”, you thought to yourself. 

Like a messed up greek comedy, you were semi-right.

“A muzzle should fit you perfectly,” It was made out of leather with an iron strap at the back. “I don’t know what’s compelling me, but I don’t want to hear your excuses just yet. If you want to cry out, you should’ve cried out my name when my brothers approach you.” Reiji knew he was going completely out of line. There was no logical reason for him to be this frenzied. 

Emotions were never logical.

Especially jealousy and a constant inferiority complex.

subaru

“YOU THINK I’D JUST EASILY FORGIVE YOU?!” The Youngest hurled a wooden chair at you. By some miracle of God, you managed to dodge it. Barely. The wood broke into shards and splinters, some of which scathing your skin, and the minuscule other unfortunately penetrating your skin layers. 

You didn’t have time to wince, as he threw white porcelain around like they were water balloons. They didn’t hurt him, his skin was thick in all the ways metaphorical, but they for sure were going to hurt you in all the ways physical.

Ruby eyes lit up iridescent ‘neath the moonlit room. You didn’t know if Subaru was going to choke himself first in his huffs and breaths, or if the choking would stem from his shaking hands around your neck. “YOU THINK HE’S BETTER THAN ME, DON’T YOU?!” The ‘He’ in question was Kou. 

Subaru himself didn’t understand what was making him so riled up. His throat felt like they were stomped on by metal boots when Kou began whispering to your ear. It felt like there was tiny, rhymatic walking of a centipede marching under his skin when Kou kept hogging your gaze. Was the problem really Kou? Hard, booming punches cracked cement walls. 

As you stared at Subaru, his anger didn’t subside, rather it grew.

Somehow, he knew that you were currently thinking of Kou. Although you were thinking about how he may be the cause of his dooming anger, without context, the fact that you were thinking about another man made his stomach twist and turn. 

“FINE! I GET IT! YOU THINK I CAN’T FIND ANOTHER FOOD SOURCE?! HA!” Subaru felt his throat growing raw. “YOU PICKED ME! SO WHY ARE YOU GOING TO THAT FUCKING MUKAMI?!”

Behind this rage, you saw a sensitive little boy who waited patiently every dew for his mother to look down from the prison tower. You saw a little boy who knew how to make flower crowns out of any flower, but chose not to because his rosy cheeks lit up pink if anyone knew.

You saw a little boy who was ready to be loved, and the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, as he had mentally imprisoned himself in his mother’s yearning for love; the same way a certain man had imprisoned her.

Yet, the little boy was nowhere to be seen.

All that your eyes could see was a red-eyed man stepping closer and closer. His footsteps were silent, and his anger finally stopped making noise. The Youngest’s frame loomed over you and without a hitch, your sense of mortality did too. 

You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?

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ー Events & Extra ー

PAST EVENTS: the starlit sanctuary (july 1st-31st 2023), the first archiversary (november 13th-27th 2023), the philomena's propellente's countdown to valentines day (february 1st-14th 2024)

CURRENT EVENTS: there are no events currently. :(

FUTURE EVENTS: second archiversary (november ??-?? 2024)

MISCELLANEOUS HAPPENINGS: the fruity pebbles saga, i hit pitaya dragon cookie with a bus

ー About Me! ー

good evening, everyone, and welcome to the detective agency! my name is naib, and im the author running this blog. im trying to slowly but surely ease my way back into writing again, so i sincerely apologize if it takes me a while to finish any requests. im much more consistent on my art blog, @chalksculpture , but im also on @wrioblurbs where i post small blurbs or ideas that i can't really turn into full fics as well as @asking-antonio which will become my identity v ask blog once i stop procrastinating and finish setting everything up the way i want it to. please do check out my other blogs if you want to support me! also, if you've been following me for a while, this blog has been previously known as both lostarchivesoforpheus and fish-bubble, so please don't forget who i am! :,,)

finally, please always remember that i love appreciate every single one of you. <3