#i stick out and i leave a bad taste in everyone’s mouths and most of all. man i just. i can’t take it if this is what life is

[stabyou]

[idkwhatever580]

Where did you learn that?! Pt. 2

Part one

My Masterlist

Pairings: Natasha romanoff x reader

Prompt: the three things Natasha wants from y/n.

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, pole dancing, degradation, teasing, praise, jealousy, small spit kink, trophy wife y/n, possessive nat.

Disclaimer: I cannot control what you consume. You’ve been warned. Also the person in the videos is not me and I do not own the videos :)

“One- you’re gonna get fucked tonight. Two- I’m gonna need a personal show now. And three- I want at least one dance at every party. I want everyone to see what a good slut you are on the pole. Then I want them all to be sad that you’re all mine.”

A/N: I’m gonna put 1&2 together

Y/n’s pov

1. & 2.

“You’re getting fucked tonight” & “I’m gonna need a personal show now”

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Everyone left the room no longer worried about what the party would be like tomorrow.

(Let’s face it. Tony is totally having a party to show this off)

So Natasha and I stay and I grab one of the chairs for her to sit on. She sits down and I tell her to wait.

I run to our room and change into a skimpier outfit and run back with a robe. Then I slowly strip it off and walk over to a speaker that I had Friday connect to my phone and press play. The music starts playing and I saunter over to the pole.

I make eye contact with Natasha and she is grabbing the sides of the chair like her life depends on it.

I do some floor work and then I stand back up with a sexy sway of my hips and decide to do some more pole tricks.

I really just go with the flow and I don’t worry about what I’m going to do next. Whenever I anticipate things I usually mess up.

(A/N: It only lets me put in one video per post so I’m gonna have to link the rest 😭🔫)

Watch this and continue reading :)

I spin around the pole and finish off with a nice cute little close. Just kidding. I do a flip, then I end up facing away from Natasha so I slowly turn around to see her actually fighting demons.

She looks a little silly right now honestly. All tense and needy just from a dance. No better than a man. But I saunter over to her and straddle her lap and lean into her neck.

I leave a few soft kisses on her neck and she lets out a shaky breath. I chuckle a bit and say

“Needy?”

She shakes her head no being stubborn. And I look at her with a raised eyebrow.

Her face is a bit red and I lean into her ear and nibble it and say

“It’s okay baby. Do you wanna go to our room?”

She nods her head desperately and I get up and grab her hand.

I forgot that I don’t have decent clothes on and she stops me to grab the robe.

I chuckle at her possessiveness. She’s kinda funny. She wants to show me off but then doesn’t at the same time.

She drags me to our room and locks the door and slams me into the door.

“I can’t wait to have so much fun with you”

I giggle a bit and say

“Hmm I don’t know about that one.”

She raises her eyebrows at my unusual dominance and I say

“Whatever I want. Remember?”

She remembers what I said earlier and groans knowing I like to make the most of when I’m in control. Which is almost never.

I drag her by her shirt to the bed and push her down. Then I sit on her lap. I pull off her shirt and quickly go to kiss her again.

I let her have some sense of control, knowing she sometimes spirals when she doesn’t, and let her dominate the kiss.

I moan into her mouth and then suck on her tongue a bit. Then I grab her cheeks hard and force her mouth open. She looks up at me and knows what I want her to do.

So she sticks out her tongue a bit and I gather some of my saliva and spit it into her mouth. She moans and swallows it after tasting me and I go back to kissing her.

After a while she starts to get needy and I pull away to breath a bit. I slowly take off her bra and stare at her chest.

��Please”

She whimpers out. I widen my eyes. She doesn’t ever beg for me so she must want me bad. I smirk and say

“Please what?”

“Please touch me. Touch them. Touch anything!”

I smile and kiss her pout away and then I kiss down her jaw and take both her breasts in my hands.

I softly knead them and tweak her nipples a bit and she jerks a tad. I make a dark hickey on her neck so that people know she is mine.

She reaches out for me and I grab her hands and put them above her head and I say

“You know you don’t get to touch me without permission baby.

She pouts and I mock her and say

“Ohh does my baby not like it when she gets treated how she treats me?”

She blushes and looks away knowing she can’t argue with me on that and I smirk.

I start to trail my kisses down her body and I get to her pants and look at her for permission.

She nods her head desperately and I yank her shorts off.

I immediately get in between her legs. Every ounce of my wants to dive right in, but I want to tease her. So I hold back. I kiss her thighs softly

God her thighs.

I could lie between them all day. Forever. They’re like my happy place whether it be doing something like this, or simply laying between them while we watch movies. I just love her thighs.

I give her thighs a quick squeeze.

They have so much muscle and honestly she could kill me right now if she wanted. She’s broken a watermelon with them before. I want her to break me.

I snap out of my thoughts when I hear a whine come from her. So I look up and say

“Hi”

She smiles temporarily forgoing the need to have my touch on hers. She replies with a

“Hi baby”

I smile and get back into it

“Do you want something?”

She whines and grips the sheets tightly making her knuckles go white. She nods her head and i say

“Words baby”

I give her a soft blow of air where she wants me most and she quickly says

“Please I need you. I need you to fuck me”

I smile and say

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you beg for me.”

I kiss her thigh again and before she can say some quip back, I dive in.

I immediately tend to her aching clit and she moans.

I move my hand to trail it through her folds. Then I stick one finger in and pull away at her moan.

“You like that?”

She nods her head and subconsciously moves her hand into my hair. She grips it and moves my face back towards her.

Usually I’d pull away and mess with her but she really needs this right now and who am I to take that from her?

So I let it slide. I keep eating her out like it’s my last meal and I slip in another finger.

Between my tongue pleasuring her clit, and my fingers pumping into her, Natasha knows she won’t last long. So she clenches on me and says

“I’m so close”

She moans and I say

“You wanna cum?”

She nods her head frantically and I momentarily think about making her work for it, but I ultimately decide that she deserves a little reward.

“Cum whenever you want baby”

She moans and a soft string of ‘thank yous’ leave her lips. I smirk at the fact that she is thanking me even before she has come.

after a few more pumps I shove my fingers deep inside her and suck on her swollen bud and she stiffens up with a moan and cums all over me. Her thighs tighten around my head and I start to get a bit light headed, but I don’t stop. This is like heaven. This would be a cool way to die.

I let her ride out her high and I crawl up leaving a trail of kisses in my wake. And then I hover above her, just admiring her blissed out face. Usually she can take more than this, but I think tonight is different so I wait for her to come back completely and I smile when she looks at me with a dopey smile.

“Hi”

I giggle at her words that are like mine from before. And I say

“Hi baby”

Copying hers. I kiss her lips and when we pull away she says

“Thank you baby”

I smile and say

“Anything for you.”

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Y/n’s Pov

3.

“I want everyone to see what a good slut you are on the pole”

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The lights dim and I know it’s about to be my queue to go.

Tony had a special feature on the stage for the stripper poles he made. There is a part that sinks down so that I can stand on it and it will raise me up when the time is right.

Only exclusive people are allowed to this party, but I know there’s gonna be some hot shots.

Natasha made sure that Tony gave me the middle pole. The one right smack in the middle of the whole area. There are other poles scattered around with other equally beautiful girls prepared to go up.

All we’ve had to wait for is the right time.

So I look at the time and I see the lights dim immensely. It’s almost completely dark minus the red leds coming from the stage to light me up. Everyone in the audience goes silent, waiting anxiously for the strippers to come up.

When I dance, I kind of forget where I am. My surroundings disappear and all I think about is Natasha. This is for her.

My stage starts to lift up. I’m only having one dance tonight since I don’t wanna show off too much, so I have my replacement waiting for me to get down so she can go up for the rest of the night.

Once I’m completely out I look around at the dimly lit faces. All eyes are on me. I grab onto my pole when the music starts and I zone in.

Watch this vid :)

I swing around the pole and people are in awe of me. The noise picks up a bit but I keep dancing nevertheless. I decide to pick up the pace and do some power moves.

Here’s another :)

I haven’t done this much pole in so long so I’m becoming a bit tired, but thankfully my stamina isn’t shot since I am training a lot with the avengers. I slow it down slightly for the next few moves and I can tell it’s coming to an end for me.

Last one for this part I swear :)

After these moves I feel a slight rush and decide to finish it off with some handstands and floor work.

Floor work is always a good closer in my opinion

I lied I found another perfect one :)))

After that last move the song ends and Friday knows her queue to bring the stage down slowly as I wave to my girlfriend. The only one I cared about this whole time.

She smirks from her seat on the couch as I slowly disappear and switch with Bianca. I give her air kisses and say

“Have fun b!”

She smiles and says “go get your girl y/n”

I smile and shake my head then I put on a tight dress just to cover up more.

Then I walk out into the party and make a b-line for nat.

I come up behind her and she turns her head slightly knowing it’s me. I say

“I baby”

Then she smirks and says

“You did so good. Everyone was ogling you.”

I smirk and say

“Who cares. I want to know what you think. None of their opinions matter to me”

She smiles and says

“You wanna know what I think?”

I nod my head eagerly and she moves her hand behind my neck to pull me closer and she says

“I think…”

Then she kisses me a bit.

She pulls away slightly and my mouth is open a bit ready for her to lick me or something and she does exactly that. She licks me softly and turns around and kisses me deeply.

Then we pull away for air and I come around the couch to sit in her lap.

I spend the rest of the night places in her arms. She talks to everyone else but I’m too tired to do that so I just rest my eyes and head on her shoulder.

I am half way asleep when Natasha nudges me and I perk up a bit and softly say

“Huh?”

She smiles and says

“You tired baby girl?”

I nod my head softly and nuzzle my nose into her neck. I don’t care who sees this. Natasha loves it when everyone knows I’m hers. And if someone tries to say something I know she’ll protect me.

She kisses my head and says

“What do you say we go to our room and cuddle?”

I nod my head and pull away with a raised eyebrow. Usually she has ulterior motives but it doesn’t seem that way tonight. So I agree and we head back to our room.

She helps me get undressed and puts me in my pajamas and then I go and cuddle into the bed while she changes herself.

“You did really good today baby”

She whispers into my ear when she gets in bed next to me.

“Thank you. I love you”

She smiles and says

“I love you too detka, I love you too”

After a moment of silence she says

“Sleep baby. I’ve got you”

I am safe. And I am protected. So I rest assured and fall asleep in my lovers arms.

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A/N: I was struggling a lot with this one because I couldn’t find the energy to write it. But I set it down for a day and came back to it this morning and look at me now. I finished it. I’m so sorry if it’s bad.

@lvinhs

@ihartnat

[perseephoneee]

four times we almost kissed and the one time we did (kol mikaelson x f!reader)

warnings: slight blood sharing, mostly frusteration

a/n: unfortunately for my sanity, i have fallen in love with kol. why? i couldn't tell you. the actor drives me up a fucking wall. but the character? i am down for bad. so here ya go. feel free to request more kol or over tvdu characters!!

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[1] First meeting

Magic has existed in New Orleans for as long as anyone can remember. The prevalence of voodoo-- NOLA's most giant "tourist trap"-- originated in 1791 with enslaved West Africans who moved to Louisiana to grow a community for as many free people of color. That spirit meant that many of its inhabitants descended from that original society or were drawn here for its magical properties. Your family was one of the latter, a bunch of witches seeking solace in a place that nurtured it. Except with magic came strife, and eventually, other creatures came knocking at the door. Enter the Mikaelsons, New Orlean's resident vampire family that was always at the center of whatever drama was happening. Right now, something involving all those magically oriented. 

You made it a point to stay clear of the fight. Not because you didn't care– you did– but because it wasn't your fight to be had. That's how you stayed alive in this neighborhood; you knew where to stick your nose and when to stay clear. Besides, all the commotion with one of the Harvest girls (Cassie, you believe her name was) and the witch's distaste of vampires meant tensions were high. You could help the community from the background anyway; you didn't need to make yourself known.

At least, that's what you hoped. But things rarely turned out how you wanted, and this was one of those times. Walking through the back streets of NOLA was never an excellent idea, but it was shorter, and you just wanted to get to the metaphysical supply store before it closed. You needed more laurel leaves to create protection charms around your house, especially with the uptake in strife in the recent year. 

Which is how you came upon a witch killing three vampires in the alley.

You wanted to turn on your heel and leave, but the witch noticed you before you could. You didn't recognize him, so you were unsure what coven he belonged to. He was tall enough to probably tower over you, with golden curly hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut your fingers if you touched it. He was unbelievably handsome, and you hated that it caught your breath.

"You shouldn't be here, luv," he crooned, his English accent thick. He sauntered down the alley, coming up to you with narrowed eyes. 

"I don't recognize you," you countered, shifting your weight as you crossed your arms. It's best not to let him know that you're flustered.

"New in town," he smiled, a cocky grin that told you that he absolutely knew the effect he had on women. It left a bad taste in your mouth. "New Orleans is a big city; I'm surprised you would know everyone."

"I know witches," you said, peering up at him. 

"Ah, are you a magical thing yourself?"

"What do you think?" You arched a brow. He stepped closer, reaching up to twirl a piece of your hair around his finger. You recoiled slightly but didn't pull back. Never show fear; that's one thing this town taught you. 

"I think you're a pretty young thing," he hummed. "I'm Kol." He peered at you as if waiting for you to offer your name. You didn't. 

"Not interested," you pulled back from him, letting the hair he had touched fall back in front of your face. He stepped back into your space.

"I don't know, darling," he smiled, leaning closer so his breath fanned your face. It was minty like he had just had an Altoid. "I think you're interested." You hated admitting that this tall, handsome stranger (such a cliche) was right. And you really hated that if you leaned up slightly, you could feel the warmth from his lips. He stepped back, though, hands in his pockets. The same hands that had used magic to wrangle the undead life of the vampires behind him. You took that as a sign to start to leave, walking backward before turning on your heel and ignoring the gaze of the witch behind you. 

"Never got your name!" He chimed. You smiled to yourself.

"Figure it out yourself."

[2] Cemetery watch

Disgruntled. That's how you felt. Chaos had grown over the past weeks, but you didn't see Kol again. A sliver of disappointment, as you did find him cute, but also a relief. You know enough flirtatious bastards to not want to add more to your life.

You weren't thinking about him today, though. You were thinking about your grandmother, who lived in the cemetery right outside your block. A popular cemetery for Wiccan rituals, it made sense for your grandma (the high priestess of your family) to be buried there with heavy praise. 

You were laying a combination of roses, lavender, and rosemary for protection when the hair on your neck stood up. Feeling a presence, you soon turn around, making eye contact with the stranger who approached you. 

Definitely not a witch; his aura was too dark for that. He was tall, with tousled brown hair and eyes that lingered on you for far too long. He was cute, though, even if he was dangerous.

"Hello darling," he purrs, stalking closer. 

"Can I help you?" You sigh, crossing your arms as you peer at him with suspicion. He wears a cocky smile and a look that tells you he would love to have a taste.

"Don't remember me? I'm hurt," he puts a hand on his chest, feigning pain. You look at him closely, but the only recognition is in the pet name. Darling. Not many people called you darling. 

"Kol," you said. "You're shorter." His face had a hint of shock before settling into amusement. 

"That was uncalled for," he laughed, walking closer to you. In closer proximity, you could see that he was, in fact, very handsome, and he was definitely aware of that. 

"I'm reiterating my previous question, can I help you?"

"When my family sent me on this mission to track down the 'wisest witch in the quarter,' I was not expecting you," he looked down at you with gold-flecked eyes. "The beautiful girl who wouldn't give me her name. Except now I know it's Y/N."

"I thought you were a witch," you took a hesitant step back, trying to create space. 

"Temporarily," he sighed. "Now I'm back in my original form of vampire." The way he said it gave you pause, as if he was resigned to the fact but not happy about it. You could relate. If you lost your magic, you would be devastated. 

"You said something about your family?" you coughed, changing the subject. 

"There's someone working against them, and we would prefer if they don't kill us," Kol shoved his hands in his pockets, looking up at the clouds above. "People tend to hate us, Mikaelsons."

"You're a Mikaelson?" you hissed. It was because of the Mikaelsons your home was in constant disaster. "Why should I help you? Any of you?"

"For the most part, we don't want to cause trouble. It just tends to find us. Helping eliminate a threat means fewer problems in the quarter," Kol sighed, stepping closer. His fingers brushed your cheek, delicate as if touching the grass in a meadow. "Also, you'd get to spend time with me."

"Why would I want to spend time with you?" you breathed, voice wavering slightly. Curse your damn hormones for being swayed by a vampire of all creatures. His thumb came under your chin, allowing him to bring your face closer to his. Kol smelled like fresh snow and evergreens, and you knew that if he leaned a little bit closer, you wouldn't stop him. In the process, likely offend the ghost of your grandmother who was probably rolling her eyes at you right now. Before you could offend all the ancestors with your choices, Kol stepped back, resuming his cocky grin and leaving your breath lodged in your throat. Without a second thought of the implications, you made your decision.

"Fine, I'll help you."

[3] Late night spell-casting

Late nights in the Mikaelson compound meant one thing. Coffee, and lots of it. 

You made a deal with the Mikaelsons after you agreed to help them that in exchange for your time, they had to buy you cafe drinks whenever you liked it. Elijah was the most taken aback, but Kol chuckled as if he found you amusing. Still, they found it a small price, not expecting how much you valued your drinks. Most nights, it was coffee, sometimes tea, or even hot cocoa. Quite honestly, you just liked having the power to make them run around. 

You sat at one of their many couches, a book of shadows in your lap and a notepad in your hands as you made quick notes about possible spells that could combat the evil at hand. A couple of ideas swam in your head, but you wanted to exhaust your options before risking anyone else's life with a botched spell. Still, you had been at it for hours and started getting sleepy. You yawned, feeling your eyes close slightly. Thankfully, footsteps alerting you to the presence of one of the originals had you sitting up and shaking off your fatigue. Unfortunately, that original was Kol with your coffee order. 

Kol was precisely what you thought he would be. Flirtatious, cocky, impulsive, and too attractive for his own good. You hated when murderers were cute; it made life confusing. There were moments, though, when the two of you were performing recon or pouring over spell books that you saw a side of him that only showed when his guard wasn't up. He was calmer, more academic, and a lot more unsure of himself. The only thing you hated about seeing that side is it made you like him more. 

"How's my witchling doing?" he chimed, dropping off your coffee and settling beside you on the couch. You told him that being called darling felt ridiculous, so instead, he found a new nickname, which was even worse. 

"The usual, I suppose," you yawned again, leaning your head against the back of the couch. 

"Take a break."

"You realize it's your life on the line, right?" you huffed, turning to look at him. 

"My life will always be in danger, Y/N," Kol hummed, taking your books out of your lap with a minor protest from you. "That's not going to change tonight."

"Don't underestimate me," you grabbed your cup, taking a deep sip and looking at him over the lid. 

"I would never underestimate you," he grabbed your coffee and stole a sip himself, earning a growl from you. "Half the things you say shock and confuse me."

"It's my charm."

"Let's do something fun," Kol stood up, trying to drag you with him. "Research is bloody boring."

"We have two very different ideas of 'fun,' Mikaelson," you curled up into a ball on the couch, peering up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. An idea sparked in your head, and you turned a devilish smile to the brunette. "How about tarot cards?"

You found an old deck in the compound, creating a space on the table in the central area to lay out the spread. Even though having your cards would be better, you thought you could probably make do with these. You gave Kol the cards to shuffle and watched as he spent meticulous time connecting with the cards before handing the deck back to you. You started laying out the cards on the table, forming a cross with four cards separate on the side. You tucked your legs underneath you, curling up on the floor so you were huddled by the table. Kol joined you, his back against the couch as he peered at you straightening up the cards. 

"You realize you're going to flip them over, right?"

"Shut up, Mikaelson," you chimed, finishing your organization. He watched you with a small smile, and you made the effort to ignore his stare. "We'll start with your Present card."

“Boring,” Kol sing-songed. "Tell me my future."

"I have to go in order, to give an accurate reading."

"Darling, the cards are already laid out; you can do whatever you want," Kol leaned closer to you, squinting his eyes in amusement. "I live my life in futures; who cares about the past?"

Sighing, you decided to obey the nosey vampire and flip over his cards for Future and Near Future. The two cards revealed were the Lovers and Ace of Cups, respectively. 

"In your Future is a strong romantic relationship," you start, pointing out the Lovers card featuring two swans intertwined. "This correlates to the Ace of Cups, which signifies new beginnings. Since the Ace of Cups is in your near future, you'll likely encounter someone you'll soon develop a deep, long-lasting relationship with." You turn your eyes to Kol, raising an eyebrow. "Shocking, considering your personality."

"It's not that shocking," Kol quipped, leaning closer to you. "We're here, aren't we?"

His pupils were enlarged as he gazed upon you, and his glance to your lips told you exactly where his mind was. You couldn't deny you weren't thinking the same thing. It didn't help that Kol was dangerous in an enticing way. Ignoring all rational thought, you leaned in closer, nudging his nose with yours. Your heart was beating erratically, and you heard the sharp intake of breath he took. His fingers traced up your arm, each finger leaving goosebumps in their wake. What were you doing?

"How's the research going?" a voice called from the hallway. You scooted away immediately, but Kol stayed where he was. His jaw clenched as he suppressed a growl. Freya appeared, not aware of the situation and probably not caring anyway. 

"I have a few ideas," you coughed, taking a deep breath to calm your beating heart. 

"Great, I'd love to hear them so I can stop having stressful dreams," Freya chuckled, moving over to the couch. You sent Kol a glance as you passed your journal to Freya. The look he gave you told you that what started wasn't over. And the worst part was you didn't want it to be over. 

[4] Injured after a fight

A headache. That's what you were nursing. 

A sharp ringing pierced through your ears, the lights above you blurring into a bad abstract painting. A figure appeared above you, and you slowly registered that it was calling your name. You squinted your eyes, the action causing a splitting pain as the shape of Kol formed in front of you. Worry creased his brows, and blood splattered his face. 

"Y/N, Y/N, can you hear me?" Kol asked, cradling your head. You nodded, grabbing his arms to help pull yourself up. Chaos was erupting around you, and the stifling smell of magic was enough to knock you out again. That's what had happened. It was an ambush, and despite your abilities, you were blasted back into a wall, probably with a concussion and broken bones. It was times like this when you were envious of a vampire's healing skills. "I need to get you out of here."

"They need our help," you grimaced, catching Klaus ripping off someone's arms in the background. Kol caught your gaze and bothered with a slight smirk. 

"I'm sure Nik is fully capable of handling himself. Plus, my other siblings are here, and Freya called Vincent. They won't miss us."

"I'll be fine," you tried to say, but it ended in a wheeze as the effort of sitting up caused pain in your lungs. 

"You will not. Can you stand?" Kol watched you struggle for a second before picking you up. In a normal situation, you would've complained, but considering all you felt was ow ow ow ow ow you thought better than to complain. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he sped out of the scene and back to the compound. Kol laid you gently on the couch, kneeling before you, biting into his wrist and holding it to your lips. "You need to drink."

"I don't want to be a vampire," you mumbled, brushing a hand across your forehead. Your fingers held blood on them, and you became dizzy with that knowledge.

"I won't let that happen now, drink," Kol insisted, his voice having a hard edge. Considering he was a stubborn bastard, you relented. You hesitantly grabbed his wrist and brought it up to your mouth. The blood slid down your throat cleanly, but you had to suppress the urge to gag anyway since it was blood. You felt your bones click into place, and your headache dull to a memory. You finally looked up, catching Kol's gaze on you. How was it intensely erotic to have someone watch you drink their blood? There must be therapy for issues like this, but you didn't really care. How he looked at you was akin to a predator waiting to devour its next meal. You knew if you let him, he would fulfill every potential vampire fantasy one could have. He touched your cheek, touching your lips where his blood was just a second ago. He pulled away, red coating his fingers, and you suppressed a groan when he sucked the leftover blood. 

"Kol," you whispered, your voice raspy. He sat up at eye level, leaning down as if to kiss you. Of course, things weren't that easy, as his family burst into the compound right at that moment. You wanted to let out a scream of frustration but ended up being caught off guard by Klaus dropping a head by the entryway. 

"Glad to see our little witch is okay," Klaus chimed, looking pretty proud of himself. If Kol were a cartoon character, he'd blow smoke out of his ears. 

"I'm alive," you sighed. Klaus walked over, ignoring his brother's glares, and patted you on the shoulder. That was the closest thing to the affection you were getting from the hybrid. As the rest of the family delved into a conversation about the ambush, you finally got up and looked at the original kneeling on the ground before you. "We'll finish this later," you smiled, pretending to ignore the slight growl that left Kol's mouth as you walked off. 

[5] Evil has passed

"I thought you would've left."

Kol stood in the entryway of his bedroom at the Mikaelson home while you stood (guilty) by his bookshelf. 

"I was returning this book I borrowed from you," you said innocently. Putting the book back on the shelf, you turned to the man before you, trying his best to plaster on a convincing smile. The threat has passed, your job was over, and yet you were melancholy. These people had caused problems throughout your home since they arrived, yet your temporary alliance ending was something of sadness. You were tired of pretending it was for any reason other than Kol. Kol started as an annoying individual who sought to drive you up the wall, but now was someone you saw a kinship with. Your long talks on history and adventures across the globe were moments where you saw his guard fall, and you loved every second of it. It helped that he was pretty to look at. 

"I guess this means goodbye then, doesn't it witchling?" Kol sighed, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. You could swear he sounded disappointed, but you didn't want to get your hopes up. 

"Depends," you crossed your arms. "I could be persuaded to come back."

"Persuaded?" Kol inquired, that mischievous glint in his eyes telling you he would ensure a way to keep you around. "Any particular reason?"

"If someone wanted me around, I guess," you smiled, a tiny grin but good enough for Kol to stroll towards you until he towered over your figure. 

"I'll give you a good reason," Kol murmured, a devilish smirk on his lips. "Something that we kept getting interrupted for in the past." He cupped your face in his hands, lowering his lips so they were a hairsbreadth from yours. 

"Don't be a tease," you breathed. Letting out a dark chuckle, he pressed his lips to yours. It was surprisingly light, not hungry like his usual personality. He tasted like a fresh snowstorm and an evergreen forest, and you know you could get drunk on that alone. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you brought him closer to you, deepening the kiss and earning a light groan from the vampire. Kol's hands tangled in your hair, one of them going to hold your waist. Every touch of his was coldfire, and you were so glad that you were finally alone to burn in him. He tilted your head back, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your throat that caused you let out a moan. He nipped the junction of your neck and shoulder, kissing over it until he was back at your lips again, leaving a searing kiss. Kol pulled away, glancing at you with eyes abysmal. "What took you so long to do that?" you breathed, a grin covering your face as Kol laughed, kissing the corner of your mouth. 

"You're all mine now," Kol smiled, kissing you again. "Always and forever."

[rewrittenmha]

USJ Arc

The stuff with the reporters goes the same. But I like to imagine that instead of just shooting them away, Aizawa loses his temper with them a little because the press agitates him. He also isn't fond of them recording his students because, y'know, I'm trying to make him somewhat decent in this.

I'm actually gagging at Aizawa telling Bakugou to stop wasting his talent because wtf I don't remember that

Aizawa scolds Bakugou for not being mindful of his quirk and Izuku for injuring himself, similarly to canon. He also berates Mineta for abandoning his teammate and being lazy. He commends Momo, Todoroki, and (to her surprise) Uraraka for their well-earned victories. Though, he does tell Uraraka that her combat needs work.

Aizawa allows 1A to vote for their class representatives like in canon. But unlike canon, Izuku votes for Yaoyorozu, which gives Yaoyorozu three votes and Izuku two. He thought about voting for himself like everyone else, but decided against it because he doesn't picture himself as a ready to be a leader. He remembers Yaoyorozu detailed plan and thinks she would be a better fit. But he's surprised that he did get two other votes (from Uraraka and Iida respectively).

The rest of the episode/chapter goes the same. Iida successfully deescalates his panicking peers and Izuku acknowledges that he's better to help lead their class. So Yaoyorozu remains 1A's representative while Iida becomes the vice representative.

(One thing I find interesting about Izuku's actions in canon is that he voted for himself, but didn't think he would win and is nervous when he does. He doubts himself as a leader, which isn't wrong. Izuku tends to let a lot of things pass him by. But we see in the USJ- and the provisional licensing exam- that he has no issues taking charge. I think this is for two reasons: a) he's way more likely to act if someone's in danger or needs help and b) he waits for someone to look to him to lead. Tsu and Mineta needed him to tell them what to do, so he easily steps up. It's basically leading his peers through a dangerous situation versus controlling/directing a group.)

The USJ trip doesn't undergo any major changes, I would say. Most things are still the same.

Tsu watches how Izuku easily takes charge, plans, and gets Mineta to start whining and wonders why he gave up being vice rep, only for him to start muttering which creeps her out. She remarks that he has no issues navigating people through danger, but notes that his social skills need work. Izuku stumbles a bit, but internally acknowledges that she's not wrong.

With Bakugou and Kirishima, instead of blindly admiring him, Kirishima actually clashes a bit with Bakugou. Because he feels as though their actions were what gave Kurogiri the opportunity to scatter them before Thirteen could suck him in. Bakugou refusing the acknowledge that leaves a bad taste in his mouth. He tells Bakugou that he likes his strength and grit, but that his attitude is immature and "unmanly." Bakugou snaps at him that he doesn't care what he thinks goes after Kurogiri since he's where the villains are coming from. Kirishima still follows after him partly because he thinks Bakugou is right to attack the warp villain and partly because he thinks they should stick together.

I don't feel the need to change everything else. EXCEPT regarding Tomura when he goes on the spiel that All Might calls out as bullshit, he doesn't confirm that it is, nor does he deny it.

I think that Tomura DOES actually believe that to some degree, because those are things that AFO has told him. I think he's just repeating what he's heard, which is justification for the things AFO has done/endorsed. However, I do think that All Might was right calling him out as craving violence. Tomura at this point is an overzealous child. He doesn't have a goal other than kill and destroy hero society.

But- at least for this story- he doesn't know why hero society is corrupt. I wonder if that will change soon.

(foreshadowing)

Notes:

I struggled so hard with this arc, which is why there aren't major changes to it. But there also aren't too many issues with it, in my opinion

If you can't tell, I'm still deciding whether or not I want to redeem Bakugou. But I still think either way that Kirishima should be put-off by his rotten attitude, even if he does admire his tenacity

I never noticed until I reread, but Izuku really did inspire Mineta in this arc. I've noticed Mineta's early characterization wasn't nearly as abysmal as he was in the middle of the series. Horikoshi even made a note about not overdoing it with his pervyness (he failed)

Izuku is a very awkward bean, so I have no qualms about not making him rep or vice rep. I think it's a testament to his character that he can take charge during a threat but totally clams up in front of people

I love Iida, but let's be real Momo was robbed of her presidency. I think Iida's a great rep in canon, but this was the start of Momo getting screwed

I was gonna change Momo, Kaminari, and Jiro's fight, but I decided against it because I don't want to turn Momo into a Mary Sue. Her freezing and being unable to think on her feet is something I really wanna get into

I'm very excited for the Sports Festival :)

[bobbydagen24]

If you could make any changes you wanted to the finale what would they be?

Personally I'd remove the years long time jump and have the show at most jump ahead maybe 6 months or a single year

Just to the point where the immediate aftermath of the final battle has gone by but not to the point where these may as well be different characters

Given the amount of implied development they've undergone off screen that the show is basically teasing us that we'll never actually see ( because the writers chose to use what screen time they did have to show us other stuff instead )

and just end the show with the characters going to school showing them just living the normal mundane lives as regular kids aka what the hex squad was fighting for.

maybe show them all attending Grom together and that way we still get the big party to show all the characters saying goodbye

But the writers didn't need to ruin the ending for the sake of jerking off to fancy new character designs fanart is its own thing separate from the actual works someone higher up really needed to tell the owl crew that ffs.

Also I'd probably also give Hunter a final scene with Belos as ending their relationship on thanks to them just leaves a sour taste in my mouth tbh.

I wouldn't want Hunter to actually kill Belos or even witness his death as that would just be even more angst for him

But I would probably have him show up just as Belos is depowered and he's trying his little possessed by dark magic lie to Luz

maybe he tries to get Hunter to back him up saying that that he saw what the curse did to him and how it "" made him do bad things "" but same as Luz Hunter's just having none of it

and he turns around and walks away while Belos is calling his name maybe at first he's pleadingly calling after him only for him to eventually get angrier and shout his name but it makes no difference

and after he's left the rest of the scene plays out the same I just feel after the sad ending of thanks to them Hunter should have gotten a final chance to defy Belos and stand up to him.

and the final change I'd make is that I'd just have the Collector stick around in the end as I just feel it makes more sense for him and everyone else.

he's a god like being who still currently has the emotional intelligence of a kid and who has been manipulated and used by bad people in the past

keeping him around so they can continue to teach him right from wrong and help him grow just makes more sense to me than him going off on his own especially when he was terrified of ending up alone again like he was in the other realm so like why would he leave just as he was starting to find people he could actually trust?

anyway what changes would you make if given the chance?

[zh0nggucc1]

Drippin desires 2/2

Word count: 3.1k

Pairings: Mingi x Gn!Reader (ft. Hongjoong)

Content: Wet dream, coffee shop, slight jealousy

Warnings: Eating out, fingering, slight praise, slight bondage, big dick Mingi, Dom!Mingi, Sub!Reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people)

A/N: please if you have any requests let me know, I would love to write them

My back was slammed against the wall with a hard thud. His hand rested on the wall, just above my shoulder. His eyes darkened with lust. He used one of his long and slender fingers to lift my chin so that my eyes connected with his devilish orbs. He tilted his head, his pink plump lips just an inch away from mine. Fireworks were erupting in my stomach and a storm was starting down under.

He smashed his lips against mine, dominating the kiss. Our lips moved in sync as he pulled me by my waist so that our bodies collided. I could feel his rock hard erection on my lower stomach. Fuck, I needed it in me so bad. I was dripping wet. He bit down on my bottom lip forcing his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues fought like soldiers for dominance and to no surprise he won. I pulled away for air, a string of saliva connecting us both. The second air entered my lungs again, I smashed lips back onto his.

He tapped underneath my thigh, signalling for me to jump. I obeyed, wrapping my legs around his hips. I could now feel his clothed cock right on my dripping cunt. His hands cupped my ass, carrying me over to his desk. He swiped all of the clutter off of the desk with one arm and sat me down on it. He moved his lips from mine to latch onto my neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin like a leech, marking it.

“You’re mine…” He groaned in my ear, sending chills down my spine. “Let’s let everyone know.” He uttered, beginning to unbutton my white shirt. His speed gave the the impression that he was hungry. He threw my shirt on the floor and began kissing down my chest, leaving a trail of purple bruises. His lips soon latched onto my erect nipple. He swirled his tongue around it, the stimulation causing me to squirm around and let out little ‘mmh’s’. He soon moved onto the next nipple, repeating his previous actions. He continued leaving wet and sloppy kisses down to my stomach. Eventually he was knelt down on the floor, lifting my skirt over my ass, leaving him face to face with my aroused womanhood.

He started by kissing my knees and dragging his lips up to my thighs. “Don’t forget to be loud darling, let the world know how good I fuck you with my tongue~” He spoke before swiping his tongue across my folds, tasting my juices, I immediately wrapped my legs around his head, burying his head deep in my pussy. He gave my clit little kitten licks before sucking and nibbling it, causing me to throw my head back, letting out whimpers and moans.

He soon moved down to my soaking hole, sticking his tongue inside it, immediately. I could feel his sharp nose on my clit, the stimulation was driving me insane. I could feel him smirk against my cunt, he knew he was making me feel like I was touching heaven in the most sinful way. I arched my back, my hand making its way to his luscious locks, pushing him further into me. He let out a low groan, the vibrations hitting my clit, causing me to moan. It was all too much for me, His nose grazing my clit, his tongue pumping in and out of me, the vibrations of his groans. I could feel a knot forming in the pit of my stomach, it was all too soon for me to be nearing my orgasm.

“Mingi~ I’m gonna c-cum.” I whimpered. He lifted his head, resting it on my thigh. “We can’t have that happening so soon, darling~.” He replied, smugly. He lifted he body back up, beginning to unbuckle his belt, it was the most sexiest thing I had ever seen. My juices coated his lips, a slight red tint painting his cheeks while his eyelids hung low, lustfully. His hair, messily sprawled against his forehead from me tugging at it. The way he unbuckled his belt so quickly with ease, I was getting wetter every second.

The second he whipped his belt off, he threw his bottoms off with it. Now he stood in between my legs, the only thing stopping his from being inside of me was his boxers. I gazed down at his print, a look of horror coating my face. How was that monster going to fit inside of me?!?! He saw my reaction at smirked. “What? Too big? Nah you can take it~.” He whispered, his lips, ever so slightly, grazing my earlobe. I gulped. “I-I’ll try my best…”

His happy trail teased what was underneath. He soon removed his boxers, his perfectly long and girthy cock, springing out. His tip was a pretty shade of pink that faded into brown, going down his length. Veins bulged from the length, it looked frustrated. Precum spilled from the head, making its way down. It stood, in all of its glory, rock hard. You could probably put a towel on it and it would hold the towel with no struggle.

“Are you ready, darling~.” He uttered. I nodded in response, my eyes connecting with his. I could see the hunger in his eyes and i’m sure he could see the same in mine. He soon began to line himself up with my entrance when suddenly…

Smack! I had been awoken from by slumber to my face smacked against the keyboard. I sluggishly lifted my head, rubbing the red mark on my face from where it hit the solid cubes. It was just a dream. I could feel the wetness between my legs. I just had a wet dream at work. The embarrassment suddenly hit me. I got up and practically ran to the bathroom to fix myself up. ‘What if I moaned in my sleep?’, ‘is there a wet spot on my skirt?’, ‘what if Mingi saw me in that state?’. Many of these questions raced through my head, causing a wave of anxiety to wash over me.

I entered a cubicle, lifting my skirt up to clean up the mess I had made down under. Lust dripped down from my womanhood, to my thighs. I swiftly wiped it away with some tissue, my cunt still pulsing with need. I was like a bitch in heat and in the worst place for me to be in that state.

I suddenly received a notification. The name ‘Joongie<3’ lit up my screen with a message. ‘Heyyy, i’m on my break, come to the coffee shop for a free drink<3’ it wrote. I checked the time, it was also my designated lunch time, what a coincidence. I hastily typed out a reply. ‘Be there in 5!’ After cleaning myself up, I left the bathroom and started making my way out of the building. I suddenly felt like I forgetting something, I just brushed off the feeling and walked across the street and into the coffee shop.

There he stood, in all of his glory, Hongjoong. He sent me a pretty smile followed by a wave. I made my way over to him. “Heyy, i’m glad you came.” He spoke, his voice just as pretty as he was. “Of course, you offered me a free drink, how could I miss out on that?” I playfully joked. I noticed his lips part, giving me a shocked face. “I’m jokinggg.” I reassured to which he just rolled his eyes. “I got you a caramel latte, extra cream.” My heart warmed at that, he had memorised my order. “Thank you so much, Joong.” I gave him a half hug, a pretty shade of pink painted his cheeks as I pulled away. He was simply adorable. “I’ll have to buy your drink everyday if it means getting a hug from you~.” He flirted, sending me a wink. I giggled, playfully shoving his arm.

I ended up hanging out with Hongjoong for my whole lunch break, he was so sweet. Throughout the time I spent with him, I learnt that he had a passion for music, he even showed me a snippet of a song he had written, he was a rapper and after I heard that snippet I found myself even more attracted to him. The time soon came for me to start heading back to work. He walked me back to my building and I bid him goodbye with a kiss on the cheek. The second I walked through the doors I had remembered what I had forgotten. Mr. Song had told me to meet him in his office on my lunch break, It completely slipped my mind. I haphazardly, sprinted towards his office in a panicked state, trying to think of an excuse on the way. I had nothing and I was already at his door. Before I could even knock, the door swung open. I was welcomed with a vexed-looking Mingi. “I thought I told you to meet me here on your lunch break.” He spat, pulling me into the office and shutting the door behind me. I knew he was angry but it was so attractive seeing him in that state.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Song.. it completely slipped my mind.” I spoke, fidgeting with my fingers and looking down. “I know exactly what happened, you got distracted by your little coffee boy,” He said, mockingly. “But I can assure you, you will have no more distractions once i’m done with you~.” He added, his eyes dark and mysterious. He neared closer me and I walked back, soon enough my back hit the door and he was getting closer and closer until his body was completely pressed against mine. His semi-hard shaft poked my lower stomach. He towered over me as an attempt to intimidate me. It worked.

“Because you let our meeting slip your mind, I guess we’ll have to have it now, meaning you’re doing overtime but i’m sure you won’t mind, right darling~?” He uttered, I just shook my head. My cheeks were coated red and words just seemed to get stuck in my throat. For some reason, his dark gaze, stuck my eyes to his like superglue. He brushed his lips against my earlobe. “Let’s get started then, shall we?” He whispered, seductively. I couldn’t take it anymore, dignity was a thing of the past. I pounced on him, like an animal, my lips smashing against his pink, plump ones. He immediately pushed his tongue at the entrance of my lips and when he wasn’t instantly granted entry, he used his teeth to bite my bottom lip, forcing his tongue in. I let out a gasp as our tongues danced. It was safe to say, his cock was no longer semi-hard. He stumbled over to his desk and used one arm to swipe off all of the clutter, just like in my dream. He then gently placed me on the desk and continued to war with my mouth. He began unbuttoning my blouse with one hand, his other cupping my ass to pull me closer to him so I could feel his rock hard erection.

My pussy throbbed with need. He soon pulled away from the kiss, his lips seemingly more plump and swollen. He began attacking my neck, looking for my sweet spot. He knew he had found it when a quiet moan left my throat. He sucked and nibbled on the area until it was painted purple. He smirked, proud of his art before he moved down, leaving a trail of kisses from my chest to my lower stomach. I had to admit I was rather ticklish on my stomach, therefore I was unable to restrain my giggles. I could feel him grin against my belly, he was unable to hide it. Nevertheless, he carried on, determined to make it to my dripping wet cunt. He soon unzipped my pencil skirt, quickly pulling it down my legs. As it got to my ankles, it simply fell onto the floor. Mingi took this as an opportunity to kneel in between my legs.

His face confronted my soaking mess and he was ready to go down under like an Australian. “You have no idea how long i’ve waited to taste you~.” He growled lowly, his eyes boring holes into my soul. He cupped my ass and suddenly pulled me forward, his face buried in between my thighs. This action startled me. He smirked against my pussy before he began teasing it with gentle kisses. This man wanted me to beg for it. “Mingi~ please~.” I moaned, softly. “Please what, darling? Use your words.” He demanded, teasingly. “Fucking eat me out already!” I yelled, impatiently. “Good slut~.” He hummed against my clit, driving me insane.

He began by swiping his tongue against my slit, tasting my juices and earning a slight shudder from me. His tongue made its way to my clit, circling it and sucking on it. I moaned at the sensation and my hand found its way to his luscious locks, brushing my fingers through them. He was obviously satisfied with this reaction because he sped up his pace and went at it a little rougher. He soon moved his tongue to my hole, his sharp nose making contact with my clit. As his tongue dug into my hole, he rubbed his perfectly shaped nose against my clit earning a louder moan than before. It felt sensational. It was so sinful but it brought me to heaven. I threw my head back, biting down on my lip. “Mmh~ so good~.” I muttered earning a grin of satisfaction from him. He continuously fucked my dripping hole with his long tongue, his nose increasing the pleasure by its contact with my clitoris. It was too much, my cunt was overstimulated and soon enough he was moving his tongue back to my clit, his fingers now taking the spotlight.

I always thought Mingi had gorgeous fingers but never did I think that one day they would be inside of me. He began to pump two fingers in and out of me as he stimulated my clit with his impressive tongue. My wetness now coated his fingers and I could no longer control the volume of my sinful swears. I gripped his hair ever harder, earning a groan from him. It was so attractive. He began to curl his fingers inside of me, continuously hitting that spongy spot that drove me insane. “F-Fuck~! Mingi.. I need- I need you- more~ ngh~!” I moaned out. He looked up at me. “Patience, darling~ you’re not ready for the main event yet, trust me~.” He grinned, cockily. I knew he was big because of his print but I still couldn’t tell exactly how big.

The more he curled his fingers and the more he hit that spot, the more I felt that knot form in my stomach. “Min-ahh~ I’m gonna cum~.” He hastily pulled his fingers out with a plop and stopped stimulating my clit with his tongue.

“We can’t have that happening so prematurely, can we? not before I put my cock in you~” He smirked, getting up and towering over me again. He unbuckled his belt, his bottoms falling to his ankles. Before he had the chance to, my hands made their way to his boxers, pulling them down. My eyes widened.

His cock sprung out, precum dripping from the tip. He stood tall at around 7-8 inches with a girthy base. Is there anything this man lacked? It was so veiny from the base to the tip that it looked frustrated and it tilted ever so slightly to the right. His tip was painted a pretty pink that matched my flushed cheeks.

“You ready for me, darling?” He asked. I gulped and nodded in reply. He jerked himself off a few times before he placed himself in between my legs and aligned his tip with my entrance, slowly putting it in. He wasn’t even halfway in and I was feeling a strong stinging sensation. I let out a shaky whimper. “Sl-Slow please~.” I managed to spit out. He continued to thrust further into me, at a slower pace until he filled me up. He let out a clear groan when he was fully in and waited for any sign that I had adjusted to his monster cock. “Move~.” Was all I had to say for him to begin pumping himself in and out of me. It was painful at first but when the pain faded away, it was the greatest feeling in the world.

“You’re taking me so well, darling~.” He whimpered. He began to thrust into me more and more haphazardly and my mind was becoming hazy as his tip consistently hit the highest spot possible. He gripped my ass cheeks leaving crescent shaped marks in my skin as he couldn’t help but let out breathy moans that synced with mine. As he sped up, a sloppy slapping sound echoed throughout the room.

“ugh~ I bet coffee boy could never fuck you as good as I can~” He groaned, jealously. he grabbed his had and placed it on my lower stomach, applying pressure. A bulge could be felt appearing and disappearing as he pounded in and out of me. “I bet coffee boy couldn’t do that~.” I had to admit, this act of jealousy only turned me on even more. I couldn’t reply as all that left my throat were loud, sinful whimpers. His tip continuously hit my g-spot and beyond, it was enough for a knot to begin forming in my stomach already. “I’m-mmmh~ close~!” I moaned out.

He loosened his tie with one hand, throwing it over his head. His chest collided with mine as he shifted to use his tie to restrain my hands from the back. It was way more attractive than I thought it would be. His lips brushed my earlobe again. “You look so sexy with your hands tied while I pound you, darling~.” He lets out, following a breathy moan. I felt his cock twitch inside of me, signalling he was close too. He connected his lips with mine, my moans mixing in the kiss along with his whimpers. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and I was about to burst. His tongue danced with mine as he thrusted one last time before I cream coated his pretty member with a loud animalistic moan. The clenching of my hole caused him to come undone soon after, he shot his seed far inside of me with one last groan.

After he rode out his high, he pulled out, a mixture of our liquids dripping onto the desk and onto the ground. I let out heavy breaths, my chest rising up and down in sync with his as my mascara and sweat dripped down my mess of a face.

“I hope you’re not planning on taking the morning after pill out of my pay check.” I broke the silence.

[fandomhype]

Plagiarism Somerton

I obviously didn't watch the new James Somerton apology video ON his channel because I did not want to give that man the views and you shouldn't either! It has been re-uploaded and summarised elsewhere so that he doesn't benefit if anyone wants to see it.

The original hbomberguy video was wild to me because of all the stealing, I found it highly entertaining, loved all the Memes and it honestly did my imposter syndrome wonders! but then I watched the Todd in the shadows video and it really upset me.

He didn't just steal from other LGBT creators he lied to his mostly young LGBT audiance who were looking to an elder gay for guidance and to learn about their history.

Todd's video starts with a clip of James lies being spread by another person on a podcast, there's clips of people discussing his made up gay nazi fanfic he has presented as hard facts. He actively harmed his own community for cash! There are young gay men bringing that subject up in conversation being laughed at for falling for it and that leaves a really bad taste in my mouth.

Now I'm not a part of that community but a lot of people I love are so that angered me a lot.

...and then he comes back with another apology video, conveniently within the three months he would have had to post something on his channel to retain his monetisation status weirdly?! In which he blames both a head injury and his ADHD for his theft - at no point does he address the lying in either apology video or any of the apology posts he made that I could find.

I have combined ADHD, when I was first diagnosed the NHS referred to it as ADD with Hyperactivity element but everyone seems to have gone back to calling it ADHD and that is the term used most commonly online so that is what I refer to it is as.

I am medicated but there has been a world wide shortage of my medication and I was without it for some time over winter, which was HELL! I got nothing done.

I am in no way a big creator, Youtube for me is a fun wee hobby that will hopefully grow and allow me to collaborate with other people with similar interests but ADHD is for sure a large part of my journey as a creator.

I've published like 7 videos and currently have around 10 being worked on because, you know... ADHD! *siren noises*

I know that I am forgetful sometimes, just for the record I also had several head injuries and concussions as a child because Lil undiagnosed at the time me truly had no fear of climbing or other dangerous activities so I have my script (because free talking a subject with this brain would be nearly impossible) open in one google doc and my research open in another. It's not hard.

That's the way it was at school, college and Uni too. James claims he went to Uni to do business. Every university uses anti-plagerism software for essays and has done since like the mid 2000's? so he knows not to copy pasta. He's straight up lying there.

Another thing he's lying about is his ADHD making him forget he copied things. Now if you tell me a joke that I like it'll stick in my head and I will straight up tell it as my own later, I've been called out for this many times! But entire articles? whole sections of other peoples videos? (he also flipped a fan Vid he had ripped off of another YouTube to avoid detection and tried to pass it off as his own) No that's not something you can accidentally do even with a swiss cheese brain like mine.

Weirdly all the the paragraphs James claims he accidentally copied were also edited to remove aspects of the Trans, Bi and Ace experiences that James markedly does not believe exist. Strange considering he accidentally copied them and assumed they were his own words? Imagine going back through a paragraph you think you wrote yesterday in the edit the next day and finding swarths of things you don't agree with there?!

Why am I telling you all this? Well because I wanted to put my two cents in as a creator with this condition, partly because I felt it was somewhat of an attack on us!? He's put it out there that ADHD creators are liable to steal from others and that's not ok by me. Also I just really like the sound of my own typing!

TL;DR : James Sommerton is a suck ass liar and he doesn't get to use his disability as an excuse for what he did! and...

****** ADHD DOES NOT MAKE YOU STEAL SHIT!!! ******

Also watch Todd's Vid, everyone saw the Hbomberguy one but this one goes deeper:

[gojo-mochi]

Softy my dear! Please, I give you this star 🌠 in exchange for kissing Toji under the missile toad. Thank you for the surprise request opening & I hope you're having a wonderful holiday!

[She / Her are my pronouns 🩶]

Happy new year!!!! sorry it kinda late waHHH!

Idk why it got so….like that at the end … blame toji

You were snuggled neatly on Toji’s lap, head tucked under his chin, as he flicked through various TV channels. To your surprise, he lands on one of those cheesy Hallmark movies. He settles on the couch, pulling you back with him. An arm snugly wrapped around your waist, fingers softly tracing patterns on your hip, sometimes sneaking a thumb in your waistband and feeling the plush skin there. You thought this was like a ‘Netflix and Chill’ kind of excuse where you put on a shitty movie and pretend to pay attention. But somehow, Toji’s attention was fixated on the movie.

It was the normal storyline: a big city woman goes back home to her small country town and meets a local there. They butt heads but soon are forced to fight together against the big bad evil corpo that is threatening to ruin Christmas for the small town. Then, in the end, they fall in love, and the woman leaves the city to be with the small town guy. You were only a quarter through the movie, but every plot point was playing out like you expected. “Are you secretly a romantic or something, Toji?” You teased lightly, stealing some of the popcorn from the bowl and munching on it. Toji snorts, “I just like making fun of them; look at how stupid everyone is. Especially the female lead; I mean, she’s leaving a rich lifestyle for some country town snob.” Now, you really didn’t expect Toji to be that invested in this plot. He rolls his eyes as the male lead accidentally bumps into the female lead, causing them to topple on top of each other, looking longingly into each other's eyes.

Toji makes snide comments here and there, his hand fully making its way under your shirt at the halfway point of the movie, just keeping it there for warmth. You eventually settled in, enjoying your boyfriend’s warmth, the cheesy movie, and stealing most of the popcorn from under his nose. Toji’s hand goes to the popcorn bowl only to find it empty, and he turns to you with a small frown. “What happened to all the popcorn?” You shrugged with a mischievous grin. “Maybe the ghost of Christmas’s past got to it?” Toji narrows his eyes at you, grabbing your salt-covered hand and sticking your fingers in his mouth. "Hmm, you taste like a liar and a thief to me.” 

He purposely drools on your hand, his grip iron tight on your wrist, not letting you escape. “Ew! Toji! Stop that.” He only chuckles cruelly in response, pulling you in towards his chest and tickling your sides. You squirm and wiggle in his grasp, trying to escape, only to be pushed down on the couch with Toji on top. His hands are still glued to your sides, and fits of giggles bubble from your lips. Then both your attentions get torn back to the TV as the climax of the movie is reached and a loud and cheerful Christmas song is played as the two main leads are seen going for a kiss under a mistletoe.

Toji snorts, but an idea pops into his head as he watches the scene. He squishes your cheeks in his massive palm, making you pucker your lips together. “This is a fitting punishment for a thief like you." He leans in, his whole tongue sticking out as he licks your lips messily, chuckling at your whining and squirming. Shushing you with a proper kiss this time, his lips searing themselves to yours, his tongue coming out again to poke and prod its way into your awaiting mouth. Tasting the salt from the popcorn and some sweetness from the hot cocoa you were sipping on. He pulls away, leaving your face and lips a mess. Slick and shiny with his drool and spit all over your chin. He coos at you as he wipes away at your face, coating his hand in his own drool. 

“I think we can still use this somewhere else..”

[raysources]

𝐈𝐍 & 𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒     —     a collection of one - liners taken from the 1997 film , in & out.   slightly edited for clarity.   change pronouns as necessary.   happy pride! 🏳️‍🌈

was he really cute?

he was an iguana.

nice try, you moron. you loser, get out of here.

you look exquisite.

isn't she a knockout?

it's going to be the happiest day of my life.

we spent the whole year reciting romeo and juliet to each other.

he looks like a troll doll.

basically, to me, awards are meaningless.

(i love you.) wait. do you love me as a friend, or in another way?

i mean, he killed people.

— and he's gay.

i'm not gay!

i am outraged! i may sue!

you're my son, and i'll always love you.

we're getting married!

do you have a boyfriend?

shall i compare thee to a summer's gay?

did you wanna stick a grenade in your mouth?

you're kinda prissy.

of course he thinks you're gay!

he likes dick, [ name ] !

no more interviews.

leave me alone, you smut peddler!

i'll kill you.

you are pure television.

lay some adult video on me.

i thought you were a stud. i guess i thought wrong.

it's all ancient history.

do i look like a homosexual?

friends don't threaten.

i have a friend who's catholic, and he's busy.

who's gay now, huh?

i'm under a lot of pressure.

i'm very fragile!

i'm not okay. i've never been so not okay in my entire life.

i want my life back!

i haven't changed! one little word, and everybody changes. i'm still the same person. why doesn't anyone believe me?

i am not a sound byte!

why am i talking to you?

[name], i'm gay.

i'm gay. i came out.

one day, i just snapped. i got tired of switching pronouns, and lowering my voice.

i couldn't take lying to the people that i love.

but you're so tall.

everyone surprised me, once i let them.

sometimes the worst thing you think can happen turns out to be the best thing.

you kissed me!

(you kissed me!) you noticed!

people don't kiss here?

this is my ... [ name ] . my friend, [ name ] .

i hope you come to the wedding!

excuse me, are we a little teapot?

you hate this, don't you?

"dance", the demon whispers.

everyone else is dancing.

you're everything i've ever dreamed of.

do you have an attorney?

my mom says it won't last.

i'm gay.

i'm horrible, and you have every right to hate me.

you should hate me. i want you to.

i'm scum, i'm garbage, i'm vermin.

thank god my parents are dead, this would've killed them!

are you really gay?

i loved you, and believed you ...

i thought you were the most wonderful man who ever lived.

i'm so proud of you. congratulations!

i just destroyed [ name ] 's life!

i'll give you your headline.

i hated the bridges of madison county.

are you still gay?

you're that guy. what are you doing here?

i had a bad day ... a very, very bad day.

i hate men.

i love you. you're nice.

will you sleep with me?

you married? seeing someone? i don't care!

is everybody gay?!

hi, will you marry me?

i need a heterosexual, code red!

i swore i'd become someone else!

you were so beautiful. you still are. you always were.

[ name ] is lucky to have you.

excuse me, i'm gay!

exactly my point, a young life corrupted.

oh my god, i'm gay!

i'm gay. i'm a homo. i like guys.

i still do it with chicks every chance i get, and i'm totally good at it ... but i hate it, and i'm gay.

uh oh, i must be gay!

i'm ... i'm a lesbian!

[ name ] has perfect taste. so do i, so ... i'm gay!

it's a wedding. i want everything to be perfect.

i'm not filming this.

there are some things more important than show biz.

[lcvernat]

Smile for Me | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Request: hello! it’s my first time requesting on your blog.. is it okay if I ask for nat with reader who hides their smile because their insecure of how it looks.

feel free to take your time writing this, I don’t mind waiting :)))

thank you, have a great day!! <3

Word Count: 1.4k

Content Warnings: fluff, talks of being insecure, like two swear words, probably bad writing cause i am a bit rusty

A/N: thank you for requesting anon! i am so, so sorry this took so long but i hope you like it <3 this might not be my best work because i am very rusty and haven't wrote anything in a bit but i hope you enjoy it either way

Smiling was natural, everyone done it, and usually no one really thought about it whilst they were doing it. You just lived in the moment, smiling at something that had brought you joy. It was whimsical, in a way. But it wasn't like that to you, though. No, it was actually the one thing you tried to avoid the most. Even in situations when you were at your most happiest, ranging from getting top grades in your exams to the day Natasha had asked you out on a date, a smile was rarely exchanged in those moments, or it was hidden behind your hand.

It was hard when something so simple was the root of your insecurities. Every time you caught yourself smiling, you covered your smile with your hand. It was an instinct at this point. Either that, or you would just avoid smiling altogether. It wasn’t as if you were trying to keep up some mysterious persona - you just really, really hated your smile. A lot.

Tiny remarks in middle school had started it. Words said by children that shouldn’t be that serious because you were all kids instead stuck with you for your entire life. Sticks and stones do break your bones, but words will still hurt. They still cause bleeding wounds, but because you can’t see them, society deems them unimportant. Which is why you’ve not told anyone about your insecurity, you just let them poke fun, because the logical part of you knows that it’s a stupid thing to be insecure about, but you can’t help it.

Natasha, of course, had noticed. But she’s never pried, thankfully. She understands having secrets that you keep under lock and key. She has them too. It’s a bit hard not to notice when someone hardly smiles, but somehow she notices that there’s something more to it. Having a spy as a girlfriend, one who is the best spy in the world no doubt, means that any of your secrets aren’t really secrets. You simultaneously love and hate it.

“Why do you never smile?”

“Why do you always pry into people’s business? And I do smile.”

Tony shrugs halfheartedly at your jab, a tiny smirk on his face as he takes a sip of his drink. You were thrown off guard by his unprompted question, not expecting it to happen when you were just sat eating dinner with the rest of the team. The rest of the team who had, unfortunately, went silent after the words left Tony’s mouth.

You took an awkward bite of your food, trying to focus on the taste instead of the eyes boring into your soul.

“Leave them alone,” Natasha snaps, but there’s no actual bite behind it yet.

“Hey now,” Tony raises a hand placatingly, “I’m not trying to be nosey, not at all. Well, actually, I kind of am, but for good reason. They rarely smile! Have you not noticed? And if they do, I always catch them covering their mouth! Have they ever fully smiled around you, Romanoff?” - The only response he gets is a glare - “No? Christ, they’re dating you! Don’t you think it’s a bit odd? I-”

You cut him off, “Just finish your food, Stark.”

Tony, seemingly unable to realize when you’re seriously not in the mood continues on undeterred, “Listen, I get if you’re trying to be all tough and that. But you can still smile! You’re still pretty intimidating anyway. To the newbies, obviously. Not me.”

“I just don’t smile that often, Stark. Got a problem with that?” You get out through gritted teeth, setting your knife and fork down on your half-eaten plate. You aren’t very hungry anymore. The ravaging appetite you felt before dinner had quickly dissipated, and it wasn’t because you were full.

Natasha sends you a concerned glance but you ignore it. You ignore everyone’s glances. For superheroes, they were horrifically bad at pretending they weren't staring at you.

“Oh, come on,” Tony leans back in his chair, clearly exasperated, “unless you look incredibly hideous, your teeth are falling out or you have a shit ton of cavities, which I doubt, I don’t get why you hardly smile! Just smile for us this once, and don't cover it!" He urged you on, and it was your final straw.

You abruptly stood up from the table, your chair making a harsh sound across the floor as it was pushed back. Once again ignoring Natasha's glance, you walk as fast as you can out of the room and making a beeline towards your shared room with Nat. You know she'll probably follow you soon after, but you'd take a minute alone if you could.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you ran your hands across your face and let out a groan. You were being so stupid. Tony was right. It's not a big deal at all, you're the one making it a big deal. All over a couple comments a few kids carelessly threw your way years ago in middle school. Insecurities were so stupid, why couldn't you just stop being insecure? You were an Avenger, for Christ's sake, and the one thing that defeats you is your own goddamn smile.

After a couple of minutes had passed, there was a knock on the door. Unsurprisingly, Nat's voice filtered through, "Y/N? Can I come in?" Somehow, she managed to hear your barely coherent mumble of a response, and the door gently opened seconds later.

"Don't listen to Tony," the redhead spoke softly, "he doesn't know when to stop."

You let out a mirthless chuckle, "Yeah, I know."

Natasha didn't reply, instead slowly walking over to you and kneeling in front of you. You catch her eye before quickly glancing away.

"Look at me,"

You do, and she reaches out to take ahold of your hands that were previously lying limp in your lap, "Why do you always cover your beautiful smile?" It was a gentle question, the redhead treading lightly on what she knows is a sensitive topic for you.

"Because it's not beautiful," your voice is small. It's the first time you've ever actually spoken about your insecurity out loud.

"I bet it is. What makes you think it isn't?"

"People were saying shit 'bout it in middle school. Words hurt, you know." It sounded pathetic, you knew it did. You half expected Natasha to laugh at you, and anyone else probably would, because you were a grown adult, but of course Natasha didn't laugh. She never would.

"Well," she lets go of one of your hands to reach out and cup your cheek, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip, "those people can go fuck themselves."

A surprised giggle leaves you at the bluntness of her tone. She smirks before continuing, "My angel is gorgeous, and I know their smile is just as beautiful. Come on, you wanna let me see it? Smile for me."

Despite her words, a small part of you still didn't want to smile in front of her. Years of covering it and hiding it was obviously engrained into you, no matter how hard you wanted to try and stop it. So, you shake your head.

"Well," Natasha sighs, "I guess I'll just have to subject you to a month of Steve's cooking. Hopefully you won't die, but if you do, I'll make sure to make your funeral the best funeral ever."

That made you laugh then, and a smile made its way onto your face. The hand that Natasha wasn't holding instinctively raised to cover it, but the spy grabbed ahold of it before you could.

"See?" Natasha smiles then too, "beautiful."

That makes you smile more, and you don't move to cover it this time. You fight the insecurities that worm its way into your thoughts, you were done being insecure about your smile. You were fed up of hiding it. Natasha plants a soft kiss on your cheek then, before whispering into your ear, "If you gave me the names of those people..."

You let out a shocked laugh, hitting her arm playfully. "No. Murder is bad."

"I never said I would murder them!" She gasps, "Just a nice little talk. That's all."

Shaking your head in amusement, you pull Natasha into a hug, "I love you."

"I love you too."

God, what you would do for this woman. You would always smile for her from this day forward. No more hiding it, especially not from Natasha.

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sweet girl . three

Rafe Cameron x Y/N Thorton

Y/N was sick of being the goody two shoes - sick of everyone treating her like an innocent little girl.

How bad could a step on the wild side be?

No one told her how good bad could taste....

WARNINGS: THIS SERIES IS 18+. INVOLVES EXPLICIT/NSFW CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR.

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photo from pinterest

obxsweetheart hungover vibes

sarahhhcameron same girl same. On my way!

sarahhhcameron also where did you go last night?

Topperthat can you stop posting thirst traps? Jesus.

Your head was killing you. 

Groaning, you tried to turn over onto your back, but there was unusual weight on your body. Memories flooding your brain, you realized it was Rafe’s arm around you, now pulling you closer and pushing your back flush against his naked chest. You felt a poking against your butt, and his lips on your neck.

“Good morning sweet girl” Rafe whispered, his breath hot on your neck. 

Did you really have sex with Rafe Cameron last night? Rafe Cameron, the Kook King? 

“Good morning” You replied, with a whimper, as he rolled you underneath him, caging you in his arms from the top. 

“Oh pretty girl, I wasn’t imaging how gorgeous that body of yours is. Can I see if I was imagining how perfect that pussy is? How well she sucks me? How beautiful those moans of yours sound?” He asked, pushing some strands of hair off of your face gently.

Well if he was already in your bed, asking for it…

You nodded, unable to speak as he kneading your nipples in his fingers. As soon as he saw your nod, he smirked widely, letting one of his hands travel down to feel how wet you were. Circling your slit, you could both hear how wet you were getting.

“Oh sweet girl, she’s weeping for me” Rafe moaned, as he aligned himself with your core, and thrusted in. It was quicker this time for the pain to turn into pleasure, and soon you were letting out a moan.

Rafe put his hand over your mouth quickly, sticking some of his fingers in which you started sucking on.

Why were you sucking on his fingers…

You watched the surprise on Rafe’s face as he stuttered his movements on top of you, groaning softly, as he thrust deeper in you after seeing you suck on his fingers.

“You’re such a good girl for me. I’m not going to last long. This perfect pussy is just too good” He whispered, trying to hold back his moans.

His face was red, and tense, as he kept thrusting deep into you.

And then he looked at you, locked eyes, and you both came… The vision of you below him humming was one he glad he was sober for since he’d play it on repeat for the rest of his life.

“Sweet girl, you’re incredible” Rafe whispered, panting above you. You blushed, smiling at his words.

“We should - we should make sure you don’t get caught” You said, as you both started getting out of bed, albeit reluctantly and slowly.

“Yes, your brother would be pissed” Rafe agreed, stopping to give you a quick kiss. “I’ll be downstairs. I’ll make the couch look like I’ve slept on it” He said, before leaving your bedroom with a wink. 

After showering and getting cleaned up, you realized the hangover you had this morning was much better after the activities… although actually walking was a different story. Your legs looked like they were from a baby deer.

“Coffee?” Rafe asked, as you walked into the kitchen. His back was to you as he was making coffee.

“Is there another set of legs there too?” You joked, as he turned around and saw you struggling to walk. The full bodied laugh that came from him, and smirk on his face, made you blush fully. Even in just a pair of gym shorts and an oversized t shirt, you were the most beautiful woman in his opinion. 

“You think this is funny? How are we going to explain this to Topper?” You said, nervously, as you accepted the coffee from him. 

The house still seemed empty, but you knew it wouldn’t be for long. Although your parents had left, Topper would definitely be coming home soon - especially considering his best friend and sister never made it back to the party.

“He’ll kill me” Rafe stated, sitting down across from you.

“Oh he definitely will. So what are we going to say to explain about last night?” You said.

“Say you got too drunk and I drove you home. Got a little banged up because you got too drunk” Rafe said, shrugging his shoulders, but continued to stare at you. You nodded, before looking around, a little nervous from his staring.

“Do you regret last night?” Rafe asked, worried as he saw you look around nervously. Your head snapped to him.

“No, no definitely no. I-I’m glad you took my… yea. I’m glad it was you. It was amazing” You said, blushing again as Rafe smirked widely, moving his chair closer to you.

“It was, wasn’t it? Good” He said, before looking like he was deep in thought, as he reached a hand over to your thigh, rubbing it, before looking directly into your eyes.

“I hope you know, I don’t want this to be just a one time thing - I’ve liked you for a while. A long while” Rafe said, nervous evident on his face as he tried to gauge your emotions on your reaction. 

Rafe Cameron, the kook king, likes me? Sometimes he was a terrible person. There were more than a few things you weren’t sure about, but you did know how much you were attracted to him, and he was always amazing with you… 

To say you were shocked was pretty clear.

“I… I like you. For a while. But why last night?” You asked, confused.

“That dress. I couldn’t control myself, especially when you danced on me. Why did you dance on me?” Rafe said, turning the question back to you with a smirk, growing larger as he watched your cheeks turn red.

“The bad girl in me said yes” You said, and both of you laughed.

“So?” He asked.

“I- I don’t want to be another one of Rafe Cameron’s one night stands” You said, biting your lip.

“God no, you’re it for me sweet girl. If I can have you, there will be no one else” Rafe said, squeezing your leg. You almost melted underneath his stare, and then he reached over and cupped your face, bringing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

“Tell me you’re mine” He whispered, your lips separate but so close to each other.

“Yes, I’m yours” You said, smiling, before he kissed you again.

“Y/N! I’m home” Topper yelled, and you and Rafe broke apart, pretending you were just having coffee as friends. Rafe pushed his chair away a decent amount, and soon Topper was walking into the kitchen. 

“Not so loud” You groaned, as Rafe chuckled at your response. Topper came over, sitting down and looking between the two of you, a bit suspicious. 

“Where were you two? You left and never came back. There was a huge fight with the Pogues. That JJ brought out a gun and held it to the back of my head. I almost died” Topper said, and both you and Rafe were shocked.

“Oh my gosh, Topper! I’m so sorry. Rafe took me home because I was way too drunk” You said, reaching out to Topper, to see if anything was physically wrong with him.

“You should’ve seen her. Could barely wrangle her to get in the car. How are we getting back at the Pogues?” Rafe said, watching you worry after your brother.

You and your brother had an interesting relationship, much like him and Sarah. You’d do anything for the other, but you two got on each other’s nerves all the time. Clearly evident by the annoying comment yesterday…

“I’m going to make a plan. They’re expecting a quick retaliation. I want to make them hurt” Topper stated, after you found him fine. “So what’s the plan for today?” 

“I was thinking I was going to tan at the pool. Probably invite Sarah over. Do you know what she’s up to?” You asked, figuring Topper was with her all night. Rafe rolled his eyes at thinking his sister was his best friend, and then realized that’s what he was doing.

“Yea, she’s still sleeping. That sounds good though. Need some recovery from your ‘bad girl night’?” Topper teased.

“Yes, you asshole. But don’t worry, I’ve got worse outfits to give you a heart attack” You smirked, and both boys this time looked tense.

“Oh hell no” Topper stated.

“Oh hell yes. You only have yourself to blame. You complained about me being too embarrassing” You smirked, sipping on your coffee mischievously. Glancing quickly over to Rafe, you could see his pupils dilating, imaging your other outfits.

“I’m sorry. You’re not embarrassing. Now please return the clothes” Topper said, giving up.

“Nope. I think I looked hot and I had a lot of fun being a bad girl. I might not even stop after the summer” You smirked, watching Topper groan.

It was an hour later when Rafe and Sarah had gotten to your house, meeting you guys back at the pool. Rafe had driven back to get a bathing suit and picked up Sarah to join you all.

“I can’t believe you missed the fight. It was so scary” Sarah gossiped as the boys chilled in the pool. You could feel Rafe’s eyes on you often.

“JJ had a gun? How the hell did he even get one?” You said in disbelief.

“There Pogues. Definitely stole it” Topper commented with a scoff. 

“It was just so insane” Sarah said, and you nodded.

“This is why you shouldn’t hang out with them, right Y/N?” Topper said, looking directly at you. Rafe raised an eyebrow, and you rolled your eyes.

“I tutored John B, I don’t think that is classified as hanging out” You replied. A glance at Rafe and you could tell he was not happy with that answer.

“Still, they’re not good people to associate with” Rafe added, staring at you. You shrugged, looking to Sarah to change the conversation. 

You really shouldn’t be surprised at his response. He’s always hated the Pogues, fights them whenever he can. 

“Alright, so what’s next on the bad girl agenda?” You said, seeing Sarah immediately get excited.

“I love this!” Sarah squealed.

“No, I’m not allowing this anymore” Topper said, shaking his head.

“You’re not allowing this? You’re my brother, not my dad” You said, rolling your eyes.

“It’s summer. There should be another party” Sarah asked, going to her phone to check messages.

“We have date night tonight, Sarah” Topper said, annoyed she already forgot. Looking up, she looked at him guilty.

“Whoops” She said, biting her lip. Topper shook his head at her antics. 

“Whatever” He replied.

“Rafe, you know of a good party? Or something to do? I wanna do something fun tonight” Y/N asked, surprising everyone. Rafe had to make an effort not to grin widely, hiding his true motions from his best friend and sister.

“I don’t know but I’ll let you know” Rafe said, and as soon as Topper and Sarah weren’t looking, he winked at you. You bit your lip, trying not to smile in front of them.

Hours later, Topper and Sarah had left for their date, leaving you and Rafe alone at the pool.

“So, how about we go out on My Druthers? Wear something pretty, for me” Rafe asked, when you guys were going back in. You smiled, as he shot you a goofy grin.

“Yea. For you? Yea” You replied, smiling. He grinned, reaching out and taking your cheeks in his large hands when he gave you a deep kiss.

“Sweet girl, do you know how you’re killing me?” He said, deepening the kiss while biting your lip, pulling a whimper from you.

“Rafe” You almost moaned. 

“Now, sweet girl, go get pretty” Rafe said, getting to your bedroom and sitting on your bed. You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“While I take a shower, why don’t you pick an outfit then?” You said, and he raised his eyebrows, before quickly going into your closet.

The shower was full of nerves and anticipation, as you quickly got washed, did some quick hair drying and makeup, and came back into you bedroom. Rafe was smirking, looking you up and down as you stood in front of him in just a towel.

“Fuck, you’re killing me baby. I had this whole plan, but you’re looking at me like that… No, no. I have a plan” Rafe said, pacing as he tried not to look at you. You blushed, before seeing the outfit he picked out.

“Wow, you liked that one? It’s one of the new ones” You said, as you began putting on the clothes.

“I like that I’ll be the only one who sees it” Rafe said, turning his eyes to the window to give you some privacy. Chuckling, you smiled, putting everything on.

“Alright, I’m ready” You said, and he looked at you and smirked.

“Damn, you’re the hottest I’ve ever seen” He said, pulling you by the waist and kissing you.

God you could become addicted easily to his kisses… were you already?

“Come on. I want to know this plan of yours” You teased, pulling away and leaving your bedroom.

Rafe chuckled, watching your hips sway as they walked away from him, before he followed you quickly to his car to drive you to Tanneyhill.

It didn’t take long before Rafe had finished cleaning himself up, and you two ended up on the boat, drinking some champagne and Rafe driving you both around on the water.

“It’s beautiful out here” You said, still in awe of being on the water. Rafe pulled you into his chest, feeling your body pressed against his as he drove the boat.

“You’re beautiful, sweet girl” He said back, before you noticed you were pulling up to dock at a house.

“Where are we?” You asked, as Rafe anchored the boat on the dock, and leading you to the empty house.

“It’s one of my dad’s properties, but tonight, it’s ours” He said, leading you inside.

The house was gorgeous, and all set up beautifully, with rose petals leading upstairs from the front door. You looked confused, but took Rafe’s hand as he led you upstairs. 

He pushed open the door to the master bedroom, and it was all beautifully made up with candles and flowers.

What the hell is going on? 

You looked shocked at Rafe, and his face looked really nervous, scratching the back of his neck.

“I-I felt bad that you lost your virginity drunk after a party so I wanted to make it up to you. Do it properly for you, how it should have ben done” Rafe said, looking at you and trying to gauge your reaction.

“Oh my gosh Rafe! I love it. You’re so sweet” You said, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Well that’s something that’s almost never said about him. Rafe Cameron, nice? 

“I’m glad you like it” Rafe said, with a bit of blush on his cheeks. You smiled widely, pulling him to the bed.

“I love it, Rafe Cameron. Now show me how you would’ve fucked me for the first time” You said, a teasing grin on your face as you sat down on the bed, looking up at him with those doe eyes he couldn’t get enough of. He cupped your face, grinning, as you watched his pupils dilate.

“You’re in for a long night, sweet girl” 

How right he was...

[aishangotome]

Minamoto no Yoshitsune: Chapter 5

Chapter 4

♡———♡

Yoshino: Yoshitsune-sama…?

???: …

When I called out to him hesitantly, the man turned around and removed his mask…

Yoshitsune: How did you know?

He tilted his head in wonder.

(It really was Yoshitsune-sama!)

Yoshino: Wh-Why are you... here of all places...?

(I thought the next time we'd meet would be on the battlefield...)

I called out to him on impulse, but my body stiffened at the realization that I was alone with an enemy commander, and I took a step back.

Yoshitsune: Don't be so wary. I have no intention of causing a commotion here.

Yoshino: Is that so...?

(But I can't imagine him coming to enemy territory alone. He must have someone with him...)

As I looked around, Yoshitsune-sama spoke as if he had read my mind.

Yoshitsune: I came to Kamakura alone.

Yoshitsune: I didn't even tell Benkei and the others. I infiltrated under the cover of the festival's commotion.

Yoshino: Infiltrated...?

To my question, Yoshitsune-sama kept his distance and threw out words.

Yoshitsune: Well, you've discovered my true identity, haven't you?

Yoshitsune: It was a waste, even though I tried to appear with a mask I luckily had with me.

(He went through the trouble of wearing a mask to hide his identity from me. But...)

Yoshino: Why did you even have a mask in the first place? Was it perhaps for a disguise or something...?

Yoshitsune: No.

He looked down at the fox mask, looking a little disappointed.

Yoshitsune: I don't dislike the festival atmosphere. I thought I could enjoy it a little.

(Wh-What an unexpected reason!)

(Is Yoshitsune-sama... a bit of an airhead?)

Yoshitsune: ––Anyway,

Yoshitsune: I promise I won't harm Yoshino tonight.

Yoshitsune: In exchange, you must not make a fuss until I leave.

(So it's not reconnaissance either?)

Yoshitsune-sama's straightforward words didn't seem to contain any lies.

(I know it's dangerous to trust an enemy commander, but...)

(Yoshitsune-sama kept his promise to 'spare me' before.)

(And most of all, he saved me when I was about to be assaulted by bandits.)

Encouraged by this fact, I lowered my guard.

Yoshino: Um, it's a bit late to ask, but why did you save me?

Yoshitsune: That's...

Yoshitsune-sama opened his mouth slowly, his expression unchanged.

Yoshitsune: I have no right to judge you either.

Yoshitsune: It leaves a bad taste to ignore someone when you have the means to help.

(Ah––)

**cabin flashback**

Yoshitsune: Why did you help him, knowing he was your enemy?

Yoshino: What…?

Yoshitsune: Answer me.

Yoshino: Well…

Yoshino: …I’m a pharmacist.

Yoshino: Having the means to treat someone and yet ignoring an injured person right in front of you is akin to being a murderer.

**end of flashback**

Back then, Yoshitsune-sama dismissed me, but he also said... "Everyone has contradictions."

(If he hates Yoritomo-sama enough to borrow the power of ayakashi,)

(Then surely he should kill me, who cooperates with Yoritomo, by any means necessary.)

And yet, Yoshitsune-sama extended a helping hand to me in my time of need.

Yoshino: Th... thank you, Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshitsune: I did it of my own accord.

His nonchalant dismissal of his actions felt somewhat dazzling.

––At the same time, I recalled the day I saw Yoshitsune-sama in battle.

(I was chilled when I saw him charge towards the enemy without fear of injury.)

He skillfully maneuvered his horse, advancing towards the enemy.

Many soldiers were repelled by the overwhelming difference in strength.

(And yet...)

No matter how skilled he is in tactics, no matter how dangerous his fighting style, Yoshitsune-sama always sticks to his principles in the end.

(I don't think Yoritomo-sama would fight so recklessly. But...)

**imperial palace flashback**

Yoritomo: I intend to guarantee your personal safety, at the very least, since I’m bringing a mere woman onto the battlefield.

Yoritomo: However, there’s no such thing as absolute safety, as you experienced in the previous battle.

Yoritomo: Even so, it is the shogunate’s decision to continue involving you in this matter.

Yoritomo: Therefore, if you choose to cooperate with us of your own volition, it would be only fair to guarantee you better treatment than before.

**end of flashback**

(The more I get to know Yoritomo-sama, the more I feel that he is a fair person, even if it's hard to understand.)

(... There are some similarities between Yoritomo-sama and Yoshitsune-sama after all.)

The fact that these two were enemies caused a sharp pain in my chest.

Yoshitsune: Yoshino? Is something wrong?

Yoshino: ...N-No, it's nothing.

I was startled to realize that I had unconsciously clenched my fingers.

Yoshitsune: I see. Then, I must be going.

(...!)

As Yoshitsune-sama turned to leave, I called out to him on impulse.

Yoshino: Wait!

Yoshitsune: What is it?

(Oh no, I just...)

I was confused, not knowing why I had called out to him.

But for some reason, I felt like I shouldn't just let him go like this.

My eyes suddenly fell on the package I was holding.

Yoshino: ...Do you dislike dango?

Yoshitsune: ...Dango?

Yoshino: I just bought it at a stall. Would you like to eat it as a thank you for helping me?

Yoshitsune: There's no need for thanks. I did it of my own accord.

Yoshino: That's not how it works. I'd feel bad if I didn't do anything...

Yoshino: Ah, perhaps you don't eat dango? Should I have bought something else?

(Was it rude to offer food from a stall in the first place...?)

Yoshitsune-sama furrowed his brow slightly, as if a little perplexed by my anxious rambling.

Yoshitsune: That's not the case, but...

Yoshino: Th... then, please.

Yoshitsune: Very well.

(Thank goodness...)

We sat side by side on the stone steps, and I quickly took out the dango.

Yoshino: Here you go.

Yoshitsune: Ah. Thank you.

Yoshitsune-sama received the dango and casually popped it into his mouth.

Yoshino: Wow... It's so chewy and delicious.

Yoshitsune: ...Indeed.

(I should buy some for Tamamo as a souvenir.)

(Ah, but he's a gourmet, so he might say, "Dango from a stall?")

Yoshitsune: ............

(Huh? ...He seems to be frozen.)

Yoshino: ...Lord Yoshitsune? Did you not like it?

Yoshitsune: The taste is fine.

Yoshitsune: ...But this dango is quite chewy and a bit of a struggle.

Yoshitsune: It's difficult to time the chewing.

(Eh?)

Yoshino: Does that mean you don't like chewy things?

Yoshitsune: It seems so. It makes me sleepy while eating.

(Yet another unexpected side of him...)

(The difference between his appearance and his demeanor on the battlefield is truly extreme!)

Yoshino: I'm sorry, I didn't know... I should have gotten something else.

Yoshitsune: It's alright.

Yoshitsune: Your gratitude has been conveyed sufficiently.

Yoshino: Yoshitsune-sama...

(He really is... a sincere person through and through.)

--CHOICES--

You're so kind

Thank you

I'll choose something different next time

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Yoshino: You're kind.

Yoshitsune: I merely stated the obvious.

Yoshitsune: But if that's how you see it, then so be it.

Having finished the dango, Yoshitsune-sama mutters to himself.

Yoshitsune: ...What a pleasant breeze.

The leaves rustle in the night wind, creating a soothing sound.

As I listen to the sound of the leaves and look up at the night sky, I see a pale moon floating.

Yoshitsune: The moon is beautiful tonight.

Yoshitsune: The moon seen in Hiraizumi is no different in beauty from the moon seen in Kamakura.

(Speaking of which...)

Yoshitsune-sama's words remind me of our first encounter.

Yoshino: You said you came to Kamakura alone, didn't you, Yoshitsune-sama?

Yoshitsune: If Benkei-san knew, he would nag me endlessly.

(Benkei-san... is that the scary-looking guy?)

(He's surprisingly overprotective...)

Yoshino: Why did you come all the way to Kamakura?

Yoshitsune: Well...

Yoshitsune-sama's eyes seemed to darken in the night.

A brief silence filled the air as I held my breath, and then a low voice echoed in the wind.

Yoshitsune: I wanted to see the town I would eventually destroy one last time before the battle.

(The last time...?)

Yoshino: Have you been to Kamakura before?

Yoshitsune: I stayed here when I was under Yoritomo-sama.

Yoshitsune: I was quite fond of Kamakura, but...

Yoshitsune: Shortly after the war with the Heike, I was exiled by Yoritomo-sama.

Yoshino: That's terrible...

(To think that it was his own brother who exiled him...)

Yoshitsune: That's why I came here to burn this last image into my memory.

Yoshitsune: ...The town and its people. They haven't changed from my memories.

Various emotions cast fleeting shadows on his sculpted, white profile.

Only he could know what those feelings were.

(But... I feel like I've touched Yoshitsune-sama's heart a little.)

We both fell silent, lost in our own thoughts, when––

???: Hey, hey...

(A child's voice...?)

A small boy emerged from the trees.

Boy: ...Oh man, he's not here either.

Yoshino: What's wrong? Are you looking for someone?

Boy: Ah, there are people here!

The boy notices us and approaches.

Boy: Have you seen my little brother? He's wearing a blue kimono...

Yoshino: No, I haven't seen him.

Boy: I see...

Yoshitsune-sama suddenly speaks to the dejected boy.

Yoshitsune: Did you get separated?

The boy flinches at the quiet question, then nods timidly.

Boy: Yeah... We had a fight, and he ran off.

Yoshino: Oh dear, that's worrying.

(With so many people in town, it must be hard to find someone once you're separated...)

Boy: It was his fault to begin with. But maybe I got too angry...

Boy: ...I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find him.

The boy clenches his small hands and tears well up in his eyes.

Boy: He must hate me now...

(Ah... It's easy to feel insecure after a fight.)

Yoshino: It's alright––

As I start to speak--

Yoshitsune: There's no brother who can easily hate his older brother.

(Yoshitsune-sama...?)

Yoshitsune-sama's words made the boy blink.

Boy: Really...?

Yoshitsune: Yes.

Yoshitsune-sama gently placed his hand on the boy's head.

Yoshitsune: But it's better to get along from now on.

Yoshitsune: ––Because people can't always walk the same path forever.

(Ah...)

Yoshitsune-sama's profile, illuminated by the moonlight, floated whitely in the darkness.

(I've never seen anyone with such a sad face.)

Even though his expression shouldn't have changed...

My heart tightened at the emotions quietly swirling in his eyes.

(Why does he look like that?)

I was incredibly curious, but...

(...I need to think about this child right now.)

I met the boy's eyes and spoke to him gently.

Yoshino: If you'd like, I can help you look for him.

Boy: Really?

Yoshino: Of course!

Yoshitsune: Then I shall join the search as well.

Yoshino: Really!?

Boy: Th-Thank you, big brother, big sister!

(But...)

I whispered to Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshino: Is it alright? What if someone sees your face?

Yoshitsune: No one would think I'd be attending a festival with women and children.

Yoshino: Ah, that's true...

Yoshitsune: Besides, if need be, I can carve a path for myself even if I become a fugitive.

(He's that confident in his abilities.)

Yoshino: ...I understand. If you say so.

Yoshitsune-sama nodded once and looked around.

Yoshitsune: We haven't seen your brother since we've been here. Let's go out into the town.

Yoshino: Yes, he might be wandering around, drawn by the festival sounds.

I held out my hand to the boy.

Yoshino: Let's hold hands so we don't get separated, okay?

Boy: Okay!

The boy smiled brightly and took my hand.

Then, he boldly reached out his other hand to Yoshitsune-sama.

Boy: Here, big brother!

Yoshitsune: .....

(Wow...)

Yoshino: Um, this person... well, he's not the type to do that sort of thing...

Yoshitsune: Is this alright?

(Eh?)

Yoshitsune-sama, who had taken the boy's hand, asked flatly.

Boy: Yeah! Let's go, let's go!

Yoshino: W-Wait...!

I was pulled along by the boy, who started walking excitedly.

(...This feels strange. How do we look to others?)

(We certainly don't look like a family.)

Perhaps because the festival music was getting closer, I felt strangely restless.

(I wonder what Yoshitsune-sama is thinking?)

I glanced at his white profile, but as usual, I couldn't read his expression.

-

The town was even more crowded than before.

Yoshitsune: He doesn't seem to be here... Let's try looking over there.

Yoshino: Yes.

(I hope we find him soon...)

Boy: ...Ah!

Yoshitsune: What is it?

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[krash-and-co]

hey krash, i wanted to reach out and say that i'm so sorry that you got such a hurtful reaction from one of the l&co servers for speaking up about something that genuinely needed to be addressed. i won't badmouth anyone in particular but this is not the first time this fandom has dogpiled someone over a misunderstanding, and when it happened to me i had severe anxiety over it for about a week even after it was resolved, and eventually left because of it. it left a pretty bad taste in my mouth for the fandom in general, so i mostly just stick to my small group of mutuals now lol. i wish this fandom truly was different from other fandoms, but this kind of thing is unfortunately inevitable once something reaches a certain level of popularity. but that certainly doesn't make it okay, and you didn't do anything to deserve the reaction you got. i hope you can feel peace about it soon, and i'm sorry again that it happened at all. 🫂

(please don't feel pressured to answer this if you'd rather the matter be left alone, i totally understand. i just wanted to send you an ask because i didn't know if you're comfortable with dms.)

hi im so sorry i forgot to answer!!! thank you so much this means so much to me. 💙💙💙 i read this for the first time when i was feeling pretty attacked and it really cheered me up <3

hmm other people have been telling me about how they got attacked in this fandom too. and maybe this shouldn't have surprised me as much as it did. but it's something fans never talk about and claim doesn’t exist, so i thought it didn’t. i was horribly fooled lol. as, uh, i am about to rant about; do you mind? u don’t have to read it, i won’t be offended, but halfway thru answering this ask it turned into a rant i wanted to release into the world lol, so sorry about that 😭😭😭

very important disclaimer!!! this is NOT about everyone. ABSOLUTELY NOT. most of you are absolutely amazing people, and i assure you if ur worried this is about you, it’s prob not lol

ANYWAYS!!!

im kind of feeling i was betrayed?? ig? i rlly believed everyone was so kind, and look what i know now. it genuinely seems like people are gaslighting themselves. how else do they only see our ‘harm?’ yeah, our fandom is known for being passionate, but saying we’re known for kindness is starting to make me sick. maybe we were, i know a lot of us still are, but throwing that out there in the middle of your hypocritical hate post seems like justification for the shit things people have been saying. you can say no wrong so long as you’re here. only people who don’t agree with you. so yeah, fuck krash and ljc and anyone else who doesn't agree!!! that totally shows how kind you are and how much you loved the fandom before we messed it up. nobodys visibly mad, cuz we're too scared to say shit!!!

i’ve seen too many examples of the contrary from the “victims,” wailing about how cruel we are the second they disagree with someone. (in a highly hypocritical manner, at that.) “everyone was so happy before this!” no, they weren’t, that’s why i brought it up. “stop bringing hate to this fandom! now let me fucking berate you!” do you even hear yourself? “nobody even cared before, we were all content!” we weren’t all content, we were just silent. it sometimes looks the same.

someone even declared they were leaving the fandom because ‘one person wanted to stop show saving efforts entirely because it traumatized them, and this is no longer a safe place.’ like, what? where did you even get that? for one, there were at least two of us posting together, and that’s just barely knowing anything about what’s happening. thats not even touching on how one of us (idk who the op of that post was talking about, it’s a 50/50 lol) made the fandom an unsafe place for our personal gain. what?

hella kind. hella safe on their part.

another said they saw only old fans agreeing about this so it’s just us being pissed about change. it’s us hating the show. me and ljc being upset about not being the only “big blogs” any more. our fandom is only for the elite, etc. fuck us. yet ljc is getting blackmailed. we’re getting hate replies. friends that try and help get attacked. misinformation spread. how did that even happen? we never once tried to hurt anyone; thank you to those who understand.

but to some, WE’RE the ones in the wrong.

do they SEE themselves? how hypocritical all of this is? or are their heads that far up in the ass of their petition and beloved fake idea of this fandom that they care about more than all of us?

now, this is where i add another “not everyone” message. not everyone is like this, this is not me saying i hate the petition or people who support it. hell, i signed the petition. twice. and once more from my mothers email.

i don’t regret the i love you posts i made, because i still do love this fandom, i am still absolutely here for the rest of yall. but DAMN if we weren’t hiding something under happy Save The Show, I Love Locknation! messages. perfectly smiling faces until they bite. i was surprised to see how many people did.

as if our previous problems weren’t enough, now it turned into this lol. no, that’s a lie, it didn’t. it already was, and i HATE THAT.

ig im kinda spoiled, i never really experienced hate like this from this fandom before. but now i know it happened BEFORE too, and that just pisses me off. it hurts coming from a group who says they love us. genuinely wacko (not the fun kind) behavior :[

i know this isn’t everyone’s experience, but it is mine, and enough others to make me wanna say this. and this is ofc me and @lucy-j-carlyle 's brand of hate, not yours. but it does happen and the constant chant that IT DOESN'T IT DOESNT IT DOESN'T isn't helping anyone. and now I know.

idk what im even saying anymore lol, sorry for ranting. what i mean to say is, thank you, and i wish things were better. and i love you kind people. im happy it’s most of you.

[inkyquince]

woo!! villain reader and down-bad miguel uwu

content warning. nothing much, just miguel describing violence and gore inflicted on a side character.

Miguel falling hard for a villain. He didn't even know you were one for the longest time, no idea you were the one who slipped through the portal and ended up elsewhere. You blended in too well to this slightly altered universe. You just seemed like someone soft and good and helpful and a Spiderperson in training to that universe's own one.

Fuck. You made him fall so fucking hard, it should have disgusted him when it finally came to light that you were the anomaly the entire time, and then? A villain too? He should have wanted to kick your fucking ass and haul you back to HQ. Which he did.

But he wasn't disgusted. He was angry. But fuck, he struggled to remain mad at you. He lied to Layla, he lied to everyone. He sent you back, but he went with you at the last moment. Not to stay. Never to stay. But just to...

Just to come up behind you and suck marks into your neck as you laughed softly. Whipped fucker, one of the few Spideys who would gladly join their villain in bed, to taste them, to indulge so fully.

The only problem was your Spider. They insisted on Miguel either leaving, to stop sticking around their dimension, or help them clean up. Which included you. It honestly pissed him the fuck off, being ordered around like that, from someone who didn't deserve to lick his fucking boots, never mind the way they talked about you.

An idea forms in his head. Then in his gut. Then in his heart.

It's barely a week later and he's back in your apartment. The two of you tugging off clothes on the way to your bed.

"I did it." Miguel breathed against your neck as he firmly pushes you down, against the bed. "I did it."

Your grin was blinding, drawing him in like a moth to the flame. He grapples with your trousers, firmly yanking them down and off.

"I..." He exhales fast, hot. "I followed them back home."

Trousers all the way off. Discarding socks and giving your ankle an open mouthed kiss.

"I didn't let them talk. Bashed their teeth in first before breaking their knees, so they couldn't run."

You sighed in pleasure as he talked, dropping nips and kisses up your legs, almost dizzy from the warmth of your skin. Within seconds, his tongue was dragging along your underwear, desperate to taste the prize underneath. You didn't help him remove the garment, didn't need to. His clawed thumb sliced thorugh it easily enough.

"Broke the rest of them. They were still alive by the time I got to their spine. Paralyzed, not even able to twitch." Miguel sat back on his haunches, taking his cock in hand and giving it a few pumps. "Mierda..."

"And then?" You whisper, raising your hips enough for him to drink you all in. His cock twitches in his hand, precum beginning to bead at the tip.

"I... I cut them up. Opened up their belly and watched them bleed out slowly." He drags you against him, with one hand on your waist, the other lining his cockhead up to your hole.

Miguel greedily pressed in, desperate to bottom out, to feel all of you, snug around him. You gasped out, arching your back and he takes the opportunity to wind his arms around your waist, holding you close. You're so good... So tight and good and warm, as warm as the blood that coated his body as he killed his colleague in cold blood.

"I was looking into their eyes as they bled out. They were crying." Miguel whispers into your ear, dragging his lips down to press against yours as you gave a sigh of delight.

"Fuck... You're gripping me so tight..." He murmurs against your mouth and you laugh softly, beginning to nibble his bottom lip as his cock twitches at the sound.

You had left the radio on in the other room, but neither of you cared to hear the breaking news bulletin that the city's most beloved Spider had been found massacred in their own apartment.

[bistaxx]

Actually I don't think I'm gonna publish that post afterall, half cuz I don't wanna rewrite it and half cuz judging by the posts I've seen a lot of people have already said what I was going to anyway- so here's a condensed version- and this is mostly just me getting some stuff out of my system tbh lol

I still really do not get why the server didn't close down for longer/do a hiatus, it just genuinely seemed like the most logical solution from every angle: a financial one, a burn-out one, a reconstruction one, and to strengthen credibility and trust- instead they just kept things going again as soon as they could and it just felt so careless and so cruel to the employees who'd been let go with no explanation or those left in limbo unsure if they still even had a job or not. It also was just not fun at all watching a server that felt like a soulless zombie-shell of it's former self.

I get needing to let go of the egg admins- I'd much rather say goodbye then have them strung along underpaid/not paid at all solely because fan loves them and they rake in views.

That said I wish the goodbye streams were better planned and it's a bitter feeling knowing some of the eggs won't ever get to say goodbye

Somewhat related to above, what Cherry (Em's admin) said on stream REALLY does not give me any hope that this new team will be any better then the last- At the very least I'm glad Cherry has the other former admins and Bagi there to support her.

same goes for the twitter translators who were canned and replaced with AI- like I can get those teams being cut because those roles were imo a LOT to ask out of an employee and not sustainable- it's the way they went about it that leaves an extremely sour taste in my mouth and makes me worry that there could be more fired employees who were treated similarly.

I still really do not know how to feel about the reset especially since we don't know anything about it- Common thought seems to be it is happening on the 24th which like...first of all why is this happening so soon why are you so obsessed with rushing back into things stop it- second of all... I just don't know if I feel comfortable sticking around for it cuz like I said above right now I don't feel like I can trust this new team not to repeat the same shit the past one did (and I'll most likely miss it anyway since I work that day of fucking course LOL)

I don't hate this project, I don't want to root for it's failure, I don't want it all to fall apart- I wanted it to get better- I'm critical of it because I wanted it to be better for everyone. I'm beyond devastated with how this turned out, all the wasted potential from every angle just eats me up inside, I truly thought things were going to get better. A naive hurt part of me is always gonna wish that things do get better and maybe somehow the stories I loved so dearly will somehow come back... but that is such copium lmao

I'm probably still gonna lurk around because I love the community on here and because I am morbidly curious to see what they're gonna do with this project next... I don't think I'll watch personally, but I'll keep up with the liveblogs. I stopped my queue awhile back cuz I felt so bad about the server and everything, but I'm gonna reopen it soon. Even though I still feel too bitter rn to look back on it all fondly I still want to support a talented resilient community that deserved better.

I wish I could feel better about it all, but I'm not gonna waste time getting my hopes up.

[its-a-me-mango]

(Two Cents Anon) I've decided that I'm gonna start watching SMG4 content again, just because.. It looks like maybe the whole Celeste thing was settled. iirc she did give Lottie her blessing, AND Lottie was completely unaware of the situation so... yeah

The whole thing still kinda leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, HOWEVER I think this was a very good lesson not only for Jasmine, but for those also involved (other than Celeste, she did everything right in this situation)- don't jump to conclusions and communicate properly!!

So yeah :) looking forward to this new movie/arc

Haiii two cents anon haiiii :3 back to give me your two cents, I'm going to be RICH MUHAHAHHA

That's fair enough I'm also going back to watching SMG4 for now. In a way, I've kinda just accepted that, this is it, what we have is all we're doing to get unfortunately. Which obviously isn't the best outcome, but an outcome nonetheless.

The fact that Lottie is still voicing Tari in the most recent episodes says to me that she's likely going to be sticking with it, Celestes' statement, while very disheartening and upsetting, still gave her support to Lottie to voice Tari in the future.

Celeste has been treated like shit during all this, but thankfully she's a kind enough person to not take this out on Lottie. To me that really shows the kind of person she is, and I feel so bad for her that all this has happened. I can only hope that she can keep going and achieve greater things, I don't want to say she should "move on" because as far as we know, she hasn't been given the courtesy to do so.

I've said it before, but seeing VA's being treated like this sucks so bad, and I think everyone should still feel upset about it. This isn't something to be forgotten about, and I will still be keeping an eye out incase any other information is revealed.

For now though, I think this is it, I can only hope lessons have been learned and that something's been said and done behind the scenes to make this better (I'm still low-key pissed at Jasmine for lying, like why did she do that, girl...). If anything else happens, then I'm done, straight up lol, once is a mistake but twice is neglect.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the next movie/arc, excited to see what it is :3