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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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Into The Woods

Warnings: noncon sexual acts; vaginal, anal.

This is dark!Lumberjack!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’re sent to make a delivery to the man in the woods.

Note: This is for @imanuglywombat and @nellblazer‘s Lumberjack Challenge. I couldn’t see if they were accepting dark fics so if they aren’t, I guess it’s just another fic lol. But anyways, the challenge inspired me.

Thank you. Love you guys!

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“You sure Dezy isn’t going to make it?” You asked as you helped Gerry load the crate onto the trailer.

“I’m sorry, I got all the other deliveries sent out with Milo but this one’s too far for him.” Gerry grunted as he closed the back of the open-top trailer. “I don’t know what’s gotten into Dezy. Second day in a row and yet I hear he’s down at the Horse every night.”

“Well, he’ll run out of beer money sooner than later,” You sighed as you pulled on your gloves. The air was starting to bite as the brief autumn was turning. “You sure you can manage without me?”

“Slow day in the shop,” He shrugged. “You just be careful.”

“Alright. I’ll do my best.” You climbed up onto the four-wheeler and fumbled with the thick key with the grizzly bear charm attached to it. “Maybe next time give me the easy ones.”

“I’ll tack an hour of overtime on your pay, how about that?” He chuckled. “You need to get out anyway. I know this place is small but you can’t spend all your time reading those harlequins in the dry good section.”

“They’re not harlequins,” You turned the engine and raised your voice as you gripped the handlebars. “They’re fantasy, Ger.”

“Sure, sure,” He backed away. “You go or you won’t make it back by sundown.”

“Never far off these days,” You mused as you revved. “See ya, Gerry. Don’t forget to down stock the fishing wire.”

“Which one of us is the boss?” He called after you as you pulled out, the small trailer rumbling behind you.

You turned off at the end of the street, past the business fronts that looked like cabins. The town looked straight out of Western but with more snow. The first of the annual powder had yet to fall but you could feel it coming. You headed over the lumpy tundra past the sparse trees that grew thicker the further you got. The paths turned narrower and you steered slowly through the damp forest.

You only went so far out when your uncle took you ice fishing and rarely in this direction. You slowed as the path grew more uneven, carefully traversing the thick roots and deep valleys. The noise of the engine bounced off the trunks of trees around you. It was more than an hour before you reached your destination. At least, you thought you were in the right place. Weren’t too many cabins hidden in these trees; well not many still inhabited.

You pulled into the clearing and killed the engine. You hopped off the ATV and stretched your legs, your thighs tingled from the rumble. You went to the trailer and open the door and slid out the heavy trunk. You braced yourself before you lifted and gave a grunt. You’d packed the load yourself. You carried it past the old motorcycle and the neat stack of wood which marched the way to the broad front porch. You slowly ascended the three steps up and set down the heavy crate beside the door.

A bench made of logs, likely by hand, stood just a few feet from the front door, a woven blanket folded over the seat. The curtains were drawn within and you started to wonder if there was anyone there or if this was just another forgotten scene. It all seemed so eerily still.

You knocked and waited for an answer. Nothing. You tried again with the same result. Then, after a cold silence, you heard a door open and snap shut but it wasn’t the one before you. You turned as a man appeared beside the far corner of the porch. He appeared disturbed by your presence as he emerged from the old shed, his flannel jacket marked with patches of dirt and his dark hair poking out from beneath a woolen cap.

“He usually just leaves it there,” He clapped his gloved hands together as he brushed away the filth. “Thanks.”

“Uh, sorry,” You turned and ambled down the steps. “I didn’t realise.”

“Don’t be sorry,” He stayed near the corner, kicking his foot up onto the stump where an ax waited to be used. “Better get going before the sun beats you.”

“Sure,” You went back to the four wheeler. His eyes bore into you as you climbed up. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just--”

“Thanks,” He said again. “Driving out here all this way. Appreciate it.”

“No problem,” You turned the key. “Have a good day, sir.”

The engine roared to life and you carefully turned around, the empty trailer clattering behind you. You couldn’t help but feel him watching you still. You wanted to look back, but didn’t. You twisted the throttle and delved back through the treeline. You hoped Dezy would get his shit together, you weren’t keen on doing deliveries.

🪓

The next day, you were back to your usual fare. You stood at the long counter of Elk’s General, watching the locals as they wandered in and out, perusing the aisles of groceries, clothing, or novelty goods. You rung them through on the outdated till and smiled after them as they left with their paper bags.

The usual midday lull came and you pressed flat your latest read on the counter. You crossed your arms over the edge and bent over the pages, losing yourself in the fantastical medieval setting. Gerry didn’t mind so much as you kept an eye on customers.

The rusty bell above the entrance tinkled and you looked up suddenly. You turned your book over before you could lose your place. You stood up straight and smiled at your newest customer but froze as his eyes met yours. It was the man from the day before, to whom you had delivered the weeks worth of goods.

He ignored your usual greeting and marched over to you. He planted the bill for his delivery on the counter.

“I ordered six cans of maple beans. I have only four.” He said plainly.

“An oversight. I’m sorry, sir. Just a moment.” You gulped and flitted off to check the shelf. There were only the tomato beans in stock. You went to the back room and checked there. Nothing. You returned to the counter. “Looks like we’re all out but I’ll make a note to have them delivered when we get more. Or we can remove the charge from your bill.”

“Keep ‘em on,” He said as he reached into his pocket. “I can wait.” He unfolded the worn leather wallet. “I have to pay my account anyway.”

“Sure,” You reached to slid his bill closer and keyed the amount into the machine. “You could have called--”

“I don’t have a phone,” He growled as he counted out the bills. “I don’t like to be disturbed.”

You took the money and counted it. You avoided his gaze guiltily. You sorted the bills in the cash door and handed him his change. His gloves brushed your skin and he tucked the money away with his wallet.

“Good book?” He pointed to the novel.

“Alright, so far,” You answered quietly.

“I read his other one. The one set in Ancient Egypt. It was… interesting. Not my usual reading material though.” He tapped his fingers on the counter. “You have a good day, miss.”

He turned and left you as you returned his farewell. The door snapped shut behind him and you looked back down at the book. You opened the front page and read the list of works by the same author. You’d have to look into them.

🪓

Several days late, you were helping Gerry restock shelves with the newly acquired truck. The night before, you’d helped unload it and left it for the next day to sort through. Dezy sat behind the counter, half-keeled over on the stool, trying not to puke into his hands.

“Damn shit is hungover again,” Gerry muttered. “I got a whole list of deliveries today and he can’t even stand straight.”

“I can do it,” You offered. “Long as he can manage the till.”

“I don’t know if I even trust him to do that,” Gerry said. “You sure you wanna do the deliveries?”

“We got any of the maple beans on the truck?” You asked.

“A good amount.” He said.

“We owe two cans to-- well, I didn’t get his name. The man who lives way up in the trees.” You frowned, only then realising you new nothing about him. In that town, everyone knew everyone.

“Mr. Barnes?” Gerry reached over into the box and moved around several items before pulling out a can. “Quiet man. Doesn’t like to be bothered. Must’ve scared Dezy good to get him to shut up.” He took out two more cans. “If you’re willing to head up that way, you give him and extra can on me. He’s the only customer in town who pays on time.”

“Sure,” You stood, thankful not to be forced to kneel all day at the shelves. “The list?”

“Pinned up behind the counter as usual,” He caught a box of Corn Pops he hit with his elbow and swore. “Take a radio. Snow’s comin’.”

“Will do,” You said. “I should be that long.”

“Chill blowin’ in from the lake, bundle up before you go too.” He said.

“You sound like my mother.” You laughed.

“I feel like you’re mother,” He shook his head. “Now go, before I get sentimental.”

🪓

Gerry was right, it was cold. The four-wheeler seemed slower as the wind swirled around you. You stopped by each house and knocked before leaving your haul. You smiled away tips and bid each resident a good day before you rushed away under the protests of another delivery ahead of you.

Your last would take the longest, though it was the smallest. The tree cans rattled around the trailer so you stopped at the shop before you continued on and detached it. You placed the cans in a small box and secured it to the seat behind you with bungee cords. You fixed your gloves and pulled your cap over your ears before you set out once more.

The sky grew paler the later it got. A harbinger of snow. You took the same route as before, getting off once to push the ATV over a fallen branch caught beneath it. You carried on, the frigid air lashing your cheeks.

You drew up to the clearing as you had before. The motorcycle was gone, likely pushed into the shed in preparation for the first snowfall. The piles of wood had grown taller and the front door was open, the screen door a poor barrier to the looming winter.

You unhooked the box and climbed up the steps. You bent to set it down and be off. You looked up as you sensed something on the other side of the screen door. The man, Mr. Barnes, stared at you through the mesh, a mug in hand. You stood and smiled nervously.

“Your beans. An extra can for the inconvenience.” You said. “Have a good day, sir.”

You turned but caught yourself before you made it down one step as he spoke.

“It’s pretty cold.” He remarked as he took the box in his free hand. “You like coffee? I just made a pot.”

“I appreciate it,” You turned to him. “But I don’t mean to impose on you.”

“I wouldn’t ask if you were,” He said stiffly. “I’d feel worse letting half a pot go to waste.”

“I don’t know, I should--” You glanced behind you at the trees.

“You came all this way to give me beans in this,” He held the door with his elbow and stepped through. “You don’t like coffee, I got tea.”

You took a breath as you looked back to him. “Sure. I’ll have some coffee.”

He nodded and stared at you. He blinked and moved to hold the door open. “Well, you wanna come inside? Or do you prefer your coffee frozen?”

“Uh, yeah, okay,” You kicked yourself and stopped right before the door. You smiled awkwardly and offered your name. “I just… figured you wouldn’t want a stranger in your home.”

“Bucky,” He returned and waved you inside. “Not many strangers in town. Not really.”

You entered and he followed you. The entryway was lit by an antique lamp and the front room was entirely dark. You knelt to unlace your boots as he stepped around you. You kept your coat on as the wind continued to seep in behind you.

“Kitchens just down the hall past the stairs,” He said as he continued across the wooden floor.

“Okay,” You slid your boots off and stood, following his shadow to the kitchen.

As you passed through the doorway, he placed his mug on the table and went to the cupboard. He took down another thick ceramic cup and sidled over to the stove. He filled it from the percolator and returned to the table to place it before you.

“Milk? Sugar?”

“I’m fine, black is good,” You accepted as he slid the cup over to you.

You sat, hesitantly, and removed your gloves. You tucked them in your pocket and wrapped your hands around the steaming cup. He pulled out another chair and sat. He looked into the mug and slowly drank from it.

“I didn’t know anyone still lived out here.” You said.

“Sometimes,” He answered carefully. “Spring and summer I spend working the lumberyards south of here.”

“And you live all the way up here?” You wondered. He gave you a sharp look. “Sorry, it’s just… curiosity.”

“I like it,” He shrugged. “It’s quiet.”

You nodded and resigned yourself to silence. You listened to the wind outside and looked around at the tidy kitchen. Most of the original structure remained, renovated but not replaced. Even the curtains seemed to be of another era; faded but without holes or tears. All the way up here, time always seemed to stand still.

“You finish your book?” His voice jolted you.

You looked back to him and sipped the hot coffee. You nodded again.

“I did.” You answered. “It was alright.”

“Just alright?” He asked.

“I’ve read better and worse,” You said. “It was… entertaining.”

“Mmm,” He mumbled and drank his coffee. You mimicked him, eager to leave.

Ten minutes of silence and stunted small talk left your mug empty and your stomach gurgling. You stood and nervously teetered on your feet.

“I should go. It’s snowing already.” You glanced out the window.

“Sure,” He rose and gathered up the mugs and took them to the sink.

“Thank you.” You said and turned rigidly to head through the door.

You trod down the hallway and stopped to pull on your boots. You adjusted your cap and shoved your gloves on. He neared and you pushed open the door and glanced back at him.

“Coffee was good.” You said.

He caught the door behind you and you marched across the porch. You rushed down the steps and shivered as you neared the four wheeler.

“Be careful,” He said in monotone.

“I will, thank you,” You called back as you climb onto the seat. “Enjoy your beans.”

He waved and you turned the engine. You backed up and turned around. The snow had already left a thin powder across the ground. You steered into the trees and carefully began to weave around the trunks and along the uneven forest floor.

The snow thickened the more it fell. You had to slow as the ride became more precarious. The downfall formed a thick carpet beneath the tires and soon, even beneath the shroud of branches, the snow formed a curtain all around you, making it nearly impossible to see. You stopped and left the motor rumbling.

You pulled the radio from its holster down beside the wheel well and turned the dial until you picked up the signal. It was static and crackled.

“Gerry? Gerry!” You held the speak to your lips. “Gerry?”

“Yeah, i--me, ---okay?” His voice went in and out.

“I’m okay but the snow is… I can’t see. It’s going to take me a while.”

“Wha-- breaking up--” The radio broke off with a high pitched scratch.

“Damn it!” You shouted and tried fixing the dial. It didn’t help.

You sat for a moment and put the radio back. You couldn’t stay and let yourself get snowed in. You’d have to keep going, slow but steady. You carefully pulled past the trees, blinking away the flakes as they gathered on your lashes. You stopped again to pulled your scarf higher over your cheeks and pressed on.

The third time you paused, you realised you were lost. A brief lull allowed your vision to clear and you had no idea where you were. You kicked the side of the ATV and cursed. You grabbed the radio again and turned it on.

“Gerry?” No answer. Several more tries with nothing but static.

You hung your head and clicked the radio off. You gripped the handlebars and looked around. You’d have to turn around and try to trace your way back but the snow was starting to get heavy again and--

“Hey,” You jumped as the voice sounded from behind you. “You okay?”

You turned to find Bucky standing by a tree. “How--”

“Looks like you just went in a big circle,” He said. “You’re about ten minutes from my place.”

“What are you doing out here?” You asked.

“Wanted to grab some kindling before the storm got too bad, then I heard you.”

“Kindling?”

“Dry it out, obviously, but might run out of what I have before this clears,” He looked up. “Look, it’s only gonna get worse. Why don’t you wait it out?”

“I don’t-- I can’t--”

“There’s more than enough room for both of us. Might be a bit dusty but… Wouldn’t feel right letting you get lost out here.”

You exhaled and looked at the radio.

“Alright,” You relented.

“I’ll lead the way.” He came up beside the ATV and passed to the front. “Just don’t get too close.”

“Okay,” You turned the throttle just a bit and kept a snail’s pace as he guided you.

He barely seemed bothered by the gusts or the deepening snow. Even as the air turned almost completely white, he didn’t waver though you squinted to keep an eye on him.

“You like beans?” He yelled back to you as he broke through to the clearing around his house.

“Maple beans?” You asked dryly.

“They go great with toast,” He said as he continued onto the shed and unlocked the wide doors. “Warm you right up.”

🪓

You sat at the table, alone. Bucky had excused himself after clearing his own plates. You still picked away at the beans and sausage, listening to the movement above. You scooped the last few bites up and swallowed, washing it down with a gulp of water. You stood and went to the sink to rinse your plate. As you set it in the rack, you were startled by a creak behind you.

“I cleared a bedroom for you. It’s a bit dusty around here.” Bucky said as he leaned against the door frame. “Bit cold, too. Sorry about that.”

“It’s alright,” The windows shuddered. “Better than out there.”

“I put some clothes out too. Might be a little big.” He explained. “Dinner okay?”

“Yeah, it was…” You tried to smile. “Alright. Um, just one second.”

You neared him and he moved aside. You went down the hallway to where your jacket was hung and pulled the radio out. He watched you as you fiddled with it and the speaker crackled on.

“Gerry?” You held it to your lips.

“Kiddo?” He said, clear but not entirely.

“I’m okay,” You said slowly as you held the button down. “Staying until storm clears. Call in morning.”

“Roger, kiddo,” He returned. “Be safe.”

You turned off the radio and placed it back in your coat pocket. You looked up at Bucky as he stared at you dully.

“Just wanted to make sure someone knew,” You said. “Wouldn’t want them to worry.”

“Of course not,” He said. “You want a beer?”

“What?” You were thrown off by the sudden offer.

“Beer. If you want you can grab a book from the study,” He pointed to the doorway opposite the front room. “Sit in front of the fire where it’s warm.”

“I’ll take the book,” You said. “I’m not much for beer though.”

“Hot chocolate? Tea?” He stepped a little closer.

“I’m fine,” You squirmed. “Thank you.”

‘Just let me know if you need anything,” He said softly. “Haven’t had a guest in a while but… I can be accommodating.”

🪓

You read three chapters before you found your way upstairs. Bucky showed you the room he’d prepared for you but didn’t say much more before he closed himself into his own. You changed into the long sleeve tee he left you and the jogging pants with the drawstring waist. You tucked your feet into the wool socks and rolled under the blankets. You were still cold. The top floor was entirely untouched by the fireplace below.

You drifted into a shallow sleep. Maybe an hour or two before you woke, shivering. You sat up and reluctantly climbed out from beneath the covers. You took one of the blankets and wrapped it around you as you shuffled to the door. You slipped through, carefully not to let the hinges whine and plodded through the dark down the stairs.

In the front room, the fire burned a low amber. You crept over to it and took a log from the wrought iron basket just beside it. You placed it over the coals and stoked it with the poker until flames began to lick. You held your hands to the glow until you were no longer shaking.

You took a cushion from the couch and dropped it on the carpet. You laid down before the fire, wrapping yourself in the blanket as you basked in the warmth. You listened to the violent winds outside, softened by the heaps of snow which had gathered all around the cabin. Your eyes closed as you began to sink into the darkness around you.

You dreamt of the four wheeler, of the snow swirling around you, of losing yourself in the pure white. The trees curled and clawed at your as you were thrown from the seat. The snap of twigs filled your ears and your eyes snapped open. The fire popped as it burned, the room lighter but not much.

There was a heaviness around you. More than just the quilt, the thick arm wrapped around your middle held you close to the warmth at your back. Startled, you wriggled against the body and a groan slithered along your ear.

“What the--” You hissed as you grasped his wrist, his hand tucked beneath you. “What are you doing?”

“It’s cold,” His breath was hot as it seeped into your scalp. “You were shivering.”

“Let me go,” You tugged on him.

“Shhh,” He hushed. “It’s early.”

“Dude, not cool,” You pulled harder on his arm.

“Stop,” He said more firmly.

“Get off of me.” You growled.

“You’re not a very gracious guest,” He snarled as he retracted his arm, only to grab your shoulder and push you flat on your back.

You latched onto his wrist, he was strong. He didn’t budge.

“You’re scaring me.”

“Scaring you?” He removed his hand. “How? What do you think I’m gonna do?”

He sat up, his broad shoulder stretched the waffled shirt he wore as he rubbed his eyes. He pushed his head back and took a deep breath. You pushed yourself up slowly beside him.

“What do you want me to do?” His hand settled on your thigh and he squeezed.

“Stop,” You tried to push his hand away and he flipped it to grasp yours.

His grip slipped to your wrist and he twisted. He wrenched it over your head until you were forced onto your back. You cried out as he leaned over you, the blanket slipping entirely from your bodies.

“Came all this way for a few cans of beans,” He whispered. “Really?”

“Stop!” You repeated. “Please.”

“But you’re cold,” He uttered as he leaned closer. “You need to warm up… you’re shivering…” His nose touched yours. “Or… shaking?”

“Get--” His lips smothered yours as he shifted his body atop you.

You struggled as he released your wrist and reached down to grab your knee as he forced his legs between yours. He bit your lip as he pulled and his hand clawed at the waist of the loose pants. He pulled until he snapped the string within and you kicked around him.

“What are you doing?” You beat on his shoulders. “Stop! Stop!”

“I don’t talk to people, they don’t talk to me,” He snarled. “I keep to myself. Even that dumb delivery boy of yours knows better.”

“No, no,” You slapped his chest as he sat up suddenly.

He tore the pants down your legs until they were around your knees and pushed them up. The fabric kept you trapped beneath him, legs bent to your chest as he leaned over your once more. He brushed his nose against your cheek and snarled.

“You asked for this, honey,” He sneered. “You just couldn’t leave me alone… The way you smile at me, I can see it.”

“I was just--” You pushed against him. “--doing my job. Please, get off of me.”

He moved against you, his thighs pressed to yours as he felt between you. He pushed his own pants down and you tried to shove him off of you with your legs. You only made yourself dizzy.

The fire flickered against you, setting shadows across his features, his blue eyes caught the flame and glowed sinisterly. His rough finger tickled your cunt as he guided his cock along your folds. You grunted as you fought harder beneath him. He pressed along your entrance and you gasped, a horrified scream as he impaled you in a single thrust.

“Go on and scream.” He said. “No one will hear you. No one but me.” He jerked his hips and you cried out again. “I kinda like it.”

He moved his hips in sharp, short thrusts. He grunted with each, lower and lower, almost like satisfied purrs.

He sat up and hugged your legs to his torso as he rutted faster. He clung to you as if he was desperate, as if he couldn’t get enough. You scratched at the carpet. You whimpered each time he slammed into you, each tilt of his hips harder than the last. The clapping of your flesh mingled with your voices. You closed your eyes, holding back the sobs that threatened.

And then he stopped. Suddenly. He stayed inside of you as his grasp on you loosened. His body quivered and a low growl rose from him. He pulled out of you and pushed your legs aside to that you fell onto your side. Shakily, you pushed yourself, on knees and elbow you tried to crawl away, your pants tangled around your feet.

He grabbed your ankles and dragged you back as you slipped onto your stomach. He climbed over you, pinning your legs between his. He kneaded and pinched your ass, dusky, thick breaths rose from him.

He pressed his thumb between your cheeks and you reached desperately for anything to get away. The edge of the carpet rolled in your grasp and you kicked your feet with a panicked whine. He pressed his thumb against your asshole and you shook your head as he buried your face in your arms. He pushed inside and you let out a shrill cry.

He poked in and out of you, your tight ring burned around his thumb. He withdrew it and forced his index finger in, then added his middle. Your pained groans only seemed to encourage him as he stretched you around a third finger.

He pulled his hand away and bent his arm over your shoulders as he lifted himself over you. He lined himself up with your ass as his hair hung around his head and brushed the back of yours. He took a breath and you held one in. He entered you slowly, letting out a choked grunt as you strained around him.

The tears pricked at your eyes and your arm shot up as you blind grabbed at air.

“Please, please, please. Stop.” You begged. “I can’t--”

He pushed deeper and your voice fizzled. He pulled back and thrust in again. Every time, he went a little further. Soon he was buried in you to his limit and you couldn’t breathe or move. He held himself inside of you and shuddered.

He began to rock and you moaned. Despite the pain, the fire that radiated from your core, it felt good. The more he did, the better it got. The pressure built, unlike any you’d felt before, and you gulped and groaned against the carpet. Shocked by him, by yourself.

He got faster and faster. Louder two as his snarls filled your head. You tensed and then in an instant, your strength drained from you. You came, harder than you had ever in your life. You murmured as your head lolled and he kept going.

He lifted his head and his fingers gripped the back of your neck as he lifted himself over you. He hammered into you from above as you lay prone and helpless beneath him. He exclaimed and you felt a warmth flow into you.

He stopped and fell atop you. His weight held you down, suffocated you. His arm stretched up and he grabbed your hand, twining his fingers with yours.

“Stay as long as you like,” He rasped. “Snow’s not letting up anytme soon.”

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tae-kun · 6 years ago

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Some of y’all don’t even post nudes or create anything that could be considered sexual and y’all saying “ima delete my blog since tumblr is trying to silence me”

(Side Note: Just because your post got flagged doesn’t mean it will be deleted. They already said stuff like this would happen as they added in this new system. So mistakes like these are bound to happen and will most likely be fixed in a week or so and have no negative affect on your blog. Y’all really acting like Tumblr is out to silence your love for cats and landscapes 🙄)

Like i said before there are plenty of sites to watch porn on and if your favorite sex worker is serious about their job then you will see them on there. Which only makes things easier for both of you. But lets be honest, most of y’all just like the idea of seeing porn without having to actually look for it, like it’s some nasty secret. On Tumblr you couldn’t escape porn even if you searched things that were unrelated to it. Tumblr gave you guys the perfect cover up for it and you guys went overboard with it and here we are. People are so quick to compare this issue to other Tumblr problems but there was never a issue as big as people with dick profile pics dming you no matter who you were (kids or adults) and sending you nude pics; then Porn Bots popped up under everyone’s post no matter if you had the safety lock on or not.

You guys made hundreds of post saying how much you hate porn blogs getting tens of thousands of notes in agreement about it, You guys would put “no porn blogs allowed” in your description box or something similar in meaning.

And now when Tumblr puts a system in place to directly remove it, you guys try to back pedal and claim that it will kill sex workers, freedom of speech and sexuality based off opinions, assumptions and things that aren’t even in the policy change.

Some of y’all honestly suggested “Just add a age verification system” as a way to fix the porn issue.... That shit ain’t never worked since 2002! I got so use to lying on those things that i sometimes forget that i’m grown and that i don’t need to put “01/11/1975��

The only people that this severely hurts are

1a) People that steal porn from other sites to use on their blog to get followers, to then try sell promo slots

1b) People that are stealing other sex workers content and illegally selling them

2) Child Porn Blogs

THAT’S IT

And Honestly is that really a bad thing? Getting rid of people that were stealing other peoples stuff and making money off it and pedophiles.

The way tumblr was set up allowed blogs like these to thrive without any risk, outside of getting their blog deleted (just to make a new one) and it only continued the flood of porn which became the breeding grounds for Porn Bots

Tumblr is suppose to be a place to freely express all forms of art, ideas, and conversations. But because of the nonstop flood of porn, most people only know it for Porn and Emo kids. Which brings me back to my original statement

This isn’t a Porn Site

Porn became so over flooded on here that you didn’t even need to search to find it. All you had todo is take off the safe lock and search anything, even a city. There would be hundreds of porn pics and videos in every slot. And before you say “well just keep the safety lock on”

Any content that had cursing, fighting or even slight nudity got put behind there. So unless you were just on here for kpop, aesthetics and Steven Universe you weren’t really seeing anything different with that lock on.

( Another Side Note: For you people trying to compare the porn flood to white supremacy blogs need to stop it. All the time i’ve been on here i have never NEEEVVVEEER accidentally came across any pro white supremacy post or blog unless it was someone exposing them and their stupidity which would then cause them to delete their blog. If you are constantly seeing anything Pro Nazi, Pro White Supremacy, Pro homophobia or anything similar that supports bigotry; then you are actively searching for it and follow these people. These blogs don’t even make up 5% of the content seen on here with or without the lock. So trying to say that Tumblr supports these blogs since they’re still around is Mr. Fantastic level of reaching. These blogs have never been a serious issue to the point that Nazi Bots were created saying “Hate jews and blacks clck here for more ;)”. So stop this weak comparison.)

I created a Tumblr and made it one of my main platforms to create content on because of the communities and people i found on here.

I found Great stories and Dope artist on here. I found people being able to fully express themselves and find an audience for them that helped share their work through a simple reblog. But if you’ve been noticing or have been on here long enough, most content creators don’t use Tumblr as their main platform to create or promote their content anymore. And why would they?

People barely activate their notifications for blog updates, It’s hella hard to find an audience through the constant reblogging of already popular stuff From Vine and Twitter, people rarely go outside of tumblr to support peoples stores or websites. Hell most artist on here that become popular on here that get continued support are the ones that have made or continue to make some kind of pornography of real or fictional characters. It’s hella rare to find any artist that hasn’t made any porn, that is equally popular or supported like the ones that have; which just goes back to people thinking Tumblr is for porn.

Tumblr isn’t even against the idea of expressing yourself or art through nudity as their post and policy change explicitly explained. And people’s content that’s getting flagged that doesn’t go against that policy is a problem THAT THEY SAID WOULD HAPPEN as they get everything in order with their new system

All of these long post that people are writing about it that and they themselves forgot to do some basic reading on the topic.

Tumblr Staff- “Certain types of artistic, educational, newsworthy, or political content featuring nudity are fine. Don’t upload any content, including images, videos, GIFs, or illustrations, that depicts sex acts.

This isn’t an attack on people’s ability to speak out or embrace themselves. They are directly trying to remove Porn which they won’t be able to fully do, even Instagram and Twitter can’t do that; no public site with millions of people can. But they’re at least trying to get rid of the constant overflow of it.

It’s so sad to see hundreds and thousands of you saying “i only used Tumblr for porn” because that just shows how derailed this site has become and why Tumblr had to make these extreme decisions especially after being removed from app stores because of the child pornography.

If you’re going to leave because you can’t make porn on here: I can see why you would do that but there is no reason to. You can still use your blog to promote your stuff and make teases of your work that can be found or bought else where. Tumblr was never a reliable place for sex work and i highly recommend using Sites that will actually protect your work and put some money in your pockets while doing it

If you’re leaving because you can’t watch porn on here: You probably weren’t supporting anyone really and only made the influx of porn worse, making it harder for other content users to be seen. If you were supporting actual sex workers on here then continue to do so, I’m sure anyone serious would have more than just tumblr as their main platform.

For those that got popular and made money off other people sex work: So long and farewell

For the Child Porn Blogs: Hope you get mental help or burn. Either or is fine with me

For the people that may get upset by this: Correct me, Prove me wrong, Let’s have a whole serious discussion about this and hear each others side with no fighting or disrespect :D

For all of Us: Lets actually support and help the people that really make Tumblr the gem that it is. Lets make this platform be known for creative people and unique ideas; and communities that actually comfort and understand us. Let’s actually make this platform something that’s known for more than just Porn and Emo Kids.

Regardless i hope that everyone can calm down and act like there’s more here than just porn..

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celacestial · 6 years ago

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Why I’m proud of Jack

I can’t tag the person who made this but I saw this going around and it was made by @kasper-the-ghost

He created a channel from a log cabin in Ireland. He wasn’t born into status he didn’t have that glitzy head start that some people have. And yet here he is. He is proof you can do anything you set your mind out to do. Dreams can come true.

He’s never let ‘fame’ get to him, despite all the amazing opportunities he has had recently, I’d go so far as to say that he is humbler than ever.

He has an infectious passion for what he does. Geeking about every aspect of the games he plays which I love him for. It’s clearly not just for views or money.

He supports developers, both established and new. Subnautica being a fantastic example. He gives constructive feedback and criticism that so many appreciate him for

He taught us all to grasp every opportunity that you’re given or you’ll regret it later. He’s learned that he doesn’t have to stay focused on his channel now, it’s important to branch out. He has nailed every single amazing opportunity he’s been given. Voice acting. Panels. Presenting awards. Interviewing celebrities.

But at the same time, he taught us that it’s important to take breaks when you need them, and to take care of yourself and your mental health. It’s never a good thing to overwork yourself and I think we were long overdue a high profile online personality to say that to us 💚

He taught us that you don’t have to loose your key morals and the things that make you who you are, in order to grow and mature as a person. Change can be a good thing, it can bring out the best in someone. Things have changed, for sure, but they are changes that come with being so well known and having such a profile.

He takes his time to interact with us on a pretty much daily basis (even Christmas Day!) which so many creators and personalities down. It makes me smile every time he interacts with someone, especially with someone new who he’s never interacted with before. I don’t think he realises the positive power he has. It makes their day. Reblogging art, memes, GIFs, text posts, videos. No matter what it is. No matter what the quality.

He shows regular support for fantastic artists, both on here and Twitter, many of whom I wouldn’t have heard of without him.

He created the Positive Mental Attitude movement for himself, that became a thing for everyone, and inspired everyone to improve themselves and take steps towards taking better care of their mental health.

He uses his platform to promote positivity and treating everyone with respect. Regardless of ethnicity, gender identity, sexuality, age, size, anything like that. You need look no further than the quote “Do I support LGBTQ of course that’s like asking if I support humans” or “What debate? Trans people are people too, what is there to debate?” Or “It’s about time we started treating each other as people. Building each other up instead of tearing each other down all the time”

He has raised $1.2 million for various charities on his own streams, donating $10000 every single time, as well as regularly donating to and promoting the charity drives of his friends. He is a true philanthropist.

He makes you feel warm, safe and welcome when you meet him. He’s not anxiously waiting for the signing to end or for the next person. YOU are the only thing that matters in that moment.

Sorry for the long post I’m just so proud of him 🤦‍♀️

#jacksepticeye #long post

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dramaticviolincrescendo · 6 years ago

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Spoiler-Free KH3 Review

This review will not contain any spoilers for the story content of Kingdom Hearts III; the only mechanics I will mention with regards to gameplay are the ones that we have seen in the trailers. As this may get a little long, the rest is under the cut.

First of all, let me preface this by saying that I am exceedingly biased. I am one of the originals; I am one of the ancients who remembers when the first game came out and what it felt like to see the groundbreaking technology it used in 2002 when I was twelve years old. I’ve had every game at launch and been fortunate enough to keep up with the various handhelds and consoles that the series has spanned. Kingdom Hearts has become an ingrained part of who I am, and I find it difficult to remember a time when it didn’t exist. After all, it’s been around for far more than half of my life now, so it’s as if it’s always been there. That isn’t to say that I don’t recognize that it has shortcomings, but that’s the same with any game or other media. It’s made by humans, and as such, there will always be room to improve. Nevertheless, I am a hardcore Kingdom Hearts fan and love this series more than this post will ever intimate. That said, I am going to attempt to keep this review as impartial as possible. Let’s see how well I do, shall we?

Gameplay:

Honestly, this was the part I was most nervous about. As I watched all the trailers, it felt like an overload to see just how much you could do in this game compared with the prior installments. Adding that to the upgraded technology we saw them using, like a smartphone, and I began to wonder... Was this going to feel like a Kingdom Hearts game? Would it be as magical as the others? Don’t get me wrong: all the new mechanics looked exciting and spectacular. I simply felt that it would be hard to keep it all straight and that updating the technology would mean leaving behind everything that made the series so special to me.

It turned out that my concerns were unwarranted. KH3 has my favorite gameplay system yet. Running up walls is still a little disorienting, but the rest is magnificent. Summons are fun and interactive in a way that previous entries weren’t, offering the player more opportunities to interact with the environment rather than merely wait for the summon to do their thing while mashing X or triangle. Attraction flow was phenomenal and extremely useful, and alongside older additions like flowmotion and shotlocks, they created a much more diverse experience. Even the standard combos were more artistic and gave you options for what to do next. As someone who has always been more of a melee person than a magic-user, I had a blast with the magic in this game. (Pun intended.) There were a lot of instances where I used that more than my physical attacks. And all that new technology Sora uses? It turns out that it was just as magical as ever. A different type of magic, sure, but magical all the same. There was nothing about the gameplay that was less than stellar to me.

Graphics:

Good Lord, do you have time? I’ve never been a snob when it comes to graphics. As long as the story is captivating, I’m good with just about any art style. Even so, I’m being entirely real when I say that some of those cutscenes made me cry purely because everyone looked so beautiful. The team really brought the thunder and showed us that the extra time they needed to get used to this engine was not in vain. On the contrary, it’s easy to see that these talented artists are experts in their field when you get a load of what they managed to accomplish. The style shifted with the theme of the world; many of them upped the ante and had full, opening-quality CGI cutscenes at the end or at various other points. If you ever felt like you were pulled out of the experience because of the more cartoonish elements of the previous games, then fear not. You’ll forget there’s a real world as you traverse some of these.

Music:

Another triumph. Everything is perfectly balanced between new tracks and the familiar ones we recognize from as far back as the first game. That’s something I personally appreciate a lot, even though it may be nostalgia talking. As someone who is very attuned to emotion as it is conveyed through music, I felt that they used the songs we revere at just the right times to evoke an emotional response in anyone who played the other games. And the new tunes? Oh, man. Every time I think there’s no topping what they’ve already done, Yoko Shimomura and the other composers that have contributed to the series prove me wrong. I can’t wait to buy the soundtrack when they make it.

Easter Eggs:

If you’re an old hand like me, then you’re going to love all the little surprises hidden in the dialogue, the worlds, and the situations. If you’re not… Well, I hope that they make you want to go back and see what the references mean!

Story:

Yup, I saved this one for last as I think it is the most important. Kingdom Hearts is a series built on its extensive storyline. (Notice that I said extensive and not convoluted. Sorry, but I’ve never seen it as being hard to understand, although I recognize and respect that not everyone agrees.)

Let’s start with the Disney worlds. I already mentioned that they are stylistically gorgeous. There are many instances where you can’t tell that you aren’t really playing inside that particular movie. The only exception is in the Caribbean, but that’s pretty understandable; even so, the animation is spectacular and makes it look real without the uncanny valley sensation. There is a typical balance of worlds that rehash what happened in their movies as well as ones that have original storylines designed to act as sequels of a sort. Both are done phenomenally well. I think the only thing that gave me pause was the length of some of the cutscenes. Again, that’s understandable given how much content they had to pack into this game in order to provide closure, and since I am always a big fan of story over gameplay, it didn’t bother me. Just be aware that if you prefer to have short cutscenes or none at all, there will be a lot of them.

Speaking of cutscenes, they did a fantastic job with pacing this game. Rather than traveling to a set number of worlds before advancing the main plot, you see what is going on with our collective heroes every time you complete a world. As such, you end up with a more solid flow that shows there is progress on all fronts and connects what Sora learns in each world to the larger plot, especially when Organization members come into play in the worlds he visits. I know some people have said that the “relevant” plot is only in the last few hours, but I honestly felt that there was a lot of very important information and development between world visits that was absolutely necessary. It also served as a nice break since each world was significantly longer than any of the others in the series thus far.

Now, about the original, non-Disney storyline. As I said, I’ve been in this fandom for seventeen years—I am very well aware of the various criticisms that the series has received. Some, I understand even if I don’t agree; others, I’m afraid I just can’t wrap my head around. Needless to say, my mind was boggled when I finally logged back into all my social media to see that there are actually people claiming the game is incomplete. It seems like every game is “incomplete” these days if it didn’t have every single thing that people wanted. That being said…

This game is complete. Period.

Once again, I think perhaps you have to have lived with the series for a long time to understand that this is how it works: you tie up a major plot point and then get punched in the gut with a new mystery to look forward to deciphering in the next game. Admittedly, that sucker-punch was more of a sucker-here-let-me-throw-you-off-a-cliff-and-send-your-heart-into-eternal-torment this time, but still. We’re accustomed to this formula. It’s something specific to the Kingdom Hearts series, whereas many other games tend to tie up everything as a single experience and then create a brand new storyline if they make a sequel. That’s just not how Kingdom Hearts works, which is fine by me. As promised, the Xehanort Saga has indeed come to an end. Kingdom Hearts, however, is still going to continue, and they clearly built the game with that concept in mind. That’s all I will say about that to avoid spoilers.

…Actually, no it’s not. A word of advice: have tissues handy.

Okay, that is all I will say about that to avoid spoilers.

Overall Rating:

A+++++++++++++

This game won’t please everyone. No game or anything else ever does. Regardless, this was worth every second of the years I’ve waited to play it, and I finished the game pumped to hype up the next one. I tried to go in with no expectations to avoid disappointment, but I shouldn’t have bothered. This is a phenomenal conclusion to the Xehanort Saga, and I am so grateful to Nomura and his team for the time, energy, and love they put into this game.

If you’re a KH fan, I don’t have to tell you how amazing this is. If you’re not, then this is still a super fun gaming experience that will keep you interested if for no other reason than the gameplay and Disney elements. Either way, I wrote this review because I had to get it off my chest before the stuff I reblog (all marked #kh3 spoilers, of course) hits my dash. I hope you enjoyed my take, and may your heart be your guiding key!

Whew. There. Totally unbiased opinion.

Totally.

#kingdom hearts #kh #kingdom hearts 3 #kh3

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floofdjh · 6 years ago

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Better Than Me - Chapter 3

{Summary: Dan Howell is a camboy. At only eighteen, he’s already become popular on many porn websites and has been involved with a magazine. Desiring for someone to trust to create his darkest fantasies with, he downloads Tinder, where he meets the sweetest man alive. But surely this man could find someone better than Dan, couldn’t he? AO3 | Wattpad

Genre: fluff, angst, (eventual) smut, (eventual) romance, (a little bit of) slow burn

Word count: 2,772

Notes: thank you for all the support of this fic :)))

Dan ended up napping until late in the evening, still on Phil’s lap. He woke up a few hours later, sleepily blinking his eyes open and looking at the TV. The movie was way past over and was now playing some crappy late night show.

“You up?” Phil asked, watching him stir.

“Mm?” Dan turned his head to look at him. His fringe was a bit messy and he seemed to have napped too. Phil fetched his phone from the coffee table and checked the time.

“It’s getting dark, love, you want to spend the night?”

As much as Dan wanted to say yes, he shook his head no. “Don’t wanna sit around to bother you.”

He didn’t wanna be a bum, and he also knew he had to film a video early tomorrow before work, so if he stayed, the morning would be a little rushed. Plus, Dan didn’t know how much longer he could be around Phil without speeding up their relationship because he really, really just wanted to make out with those beautiful lips Phil had, with the perfect shade of pink and the perfect angles of his cupid’s bow. But he restricted himself and decided it was far too early.

“I have to work too.”

He hesitantly rose up from Phil’s lap, yawning and stretching. Phil stood up beside him and fixed his hair with his fingers, awkwardly watching Dan collect his things.

“I had a lot of fun, Phil,” Dan assures him.

“So did I,” Phil brightly smiles, and Dan chuckles a little bit at his tongue sticking out from his teeth.

They walk to Phil’s door and Dan doesn’t know what to do. Does he hug Phil, or kiss him, or shake his hand again?

“Goodnight Phil,” he mentions, aiming for a side hug. He supplies him a quick peck on the cheek, making his own cheeks burn and his dimple deepen.

“Goodnight Dan. Make sure you text me when you get home safe,” Phil says, grinning and blushing as well.

Dan found that sweet. He smiled at the ground as he left his flat, making his way to the stairs. He took a quick tube ride home, discovering they didn’t live too far from each other. Once he got home, he set his things on the island of his kitchen and made sure to send the text.

Dan: i’m safe at home you nerd

Phil: <3 Dan felt warm and bubbly. Phil made the date a thousand times better than the anxiety in his head told him it was going to be. They had a lot of fun chatting, walking, and eventually napping on Phil’s couch.

While Dan got ready for bed, he inspected his deemed ‘rosy patch’ in the mirror, and decided it was his new favorite part of his body. He curled up in bed in only boxers, opening his blog and reblogging from his dashboard here and there, supporting some other camboys and promoting the newest magazine issue for the company he’d been working for. His feature in the magazine wasn’t posted, but he hoped his boost would draw attention to his fans and make them want to purchase the magazine.

Once he settled in his covers, he answered some quick messages on his Tumblr blog.

Anonymous asked: where were you all day? :’( camboydan answered: kissing boys Anonymous asked: Your captions are funny. What’s your favorite one you’ve written? camboydan answered: probably the gif of me borderline fisting myself with the caption “me thinking about your dad” Anonymous asked: I will anal you camboydan answered: romance at its finest Anonymous asked: favorite toy? camboydan answered: it’s in the post, some angel just ordered it for me <3 i will make a video once it arrives ^_^ He logged off of Tumblr after a few minutes, then sent Phil a quick text message. Dan: goodnight <3 He placed his phone on his stomach, looking up at the darkness of his ceiling. Phil was so unbelievably sweet. He felt a genuine connection, and honestly could get used to this much affection and care. But he wasn’t so sure about in the bedroom. Dan might feel bad when he admits to all his kinks and fantasies and Phil doesn’t want that. He wouldn’t do anything Phil was uncomfortable with, but knowing himself he’d probably feel like he was missing out if all he could get was vanilla, if that. Dan wanted to hurt, wanted to have someone control him, he wanted to experience so much with someone. But if Phil could help with that, he didn’t know.

He felt his phone buzz against his skin. Phil: I thought you were a night owl, guess I’ll stay up online by myself then Phil: Goodnight though, I loved hanging out with you today xx Dan smiled at his phone, feeling warm and giddy. Dan: i am, i can stay up if you’d like. i’m a little restless at the moment Phil: Okay :) Dan: i have never really paid attention to my “rosy patch” before :P

Phil: No? Phil: I think it’s adorable and you should definitely pay more attention to it Dan: awwr thank uuu :] Dan: what did you think of our date? was i super awkward i’m sry Phil: I’m awkward too so it’s okay Phil: I had fun and I felt happy all day, I enjoy talking/going on walks/watching movies/napping with you Dan: me toooo it made me all gushy :3 Phil: Me too :]

Phil: You’re cute when you snore as well Dan: omg ;__; you’re too sweet to me The two continued to flirt, disgusting and gushy as always. Dan was grinning adorably at his phone late into the night until his eyes stung. He had a feeling this would soon become routine with Phil to text.

Dan: i’m half asleep i’m actually gonna go to sleep now, thanks for telling me about your weird childhood and your cheesy pickup lines ^_^ <3

Phil: You’re welcome, sleep well love x

Dan reached across his bed for his imaginary Phil pillow, nuzzling his face into the side of it like the little spoon he was and falling asleep. It was easy to rest while he was thinking happy thoughts.

When Dan woke up, he discovered he drooled on the pillow a bit. Hopefully he didn’t drool on the real Phil yesterday while they were cuddling. He sighed happily and snuggled into the pillow again, until hearing a loud knock on the door.

He grunts and gets up groggily, pulling on a shirt real quick and answering the door. A delivery man that looked just as tired as him stood in his doorway, dressed in uniform with messy, blonde hair.

“Delivery for...Daniel Howell?”

“Yep,” Dan says sleepily. He accepts the package and tells the delivery person goodbye. Thanks to its discreet packaging, the person had no idea what it was.

*NSFW AHEAD. do not read if under 14. if you regret exposing yourself to explicit content when you’re older, it’s not my fault. i will put asterisks again when it is over*

It was his new vibrating wand, the expensive one. He frantically took the package to his kitchen and opened it with some scissors, then stared and the box inside. Dan took his time removing the cover and finally looked at his new toy.

It was very long, colored white and blue. The wand came with a charging cord, and according to the box, it had multiple vibration settings. He excitedly plugged it in to charge right on his kitchen counter and ran to read the reviews on his laptop.

He pulled up the link as he brought his laptop into the lounge. The reviews were fantastic. The only cons that were mentioned was that it was loud, but Dan knew he’d probably drown it out with his noise. He was loud and whiny; perfect for the type of porn his blog followers craved. He’d discovered it was quite difficult to use certain toys when he was at home with his family home.

Once the vibrator was finished charging, he set up his laptop to film himself on his bed. He stripped of the shirt he’d put on and laid on his back in front of the camera, cutting out his face. The camera only caught his belly, torso and thighs and had the perfect view of him testing the new toy. He clicked record, and turned on the vibrator.

He started at a low setting, gently rubbing it through the outline in his boxers. The vibrations felt wonderful to him. He turned a bit more towards the camera and rubbed the toy up and down his dick through the fabric. It caused him to twitch and mewl as the vibrations teased through the cotton. He was growing very hard, very fast.

With one hand, Dan palmed himself, and the other, he teased himself with the vibrator. He continued this for a few minutes until he couldn’t take any more teasing and had to kick his boxers off his legs. They plummeted to the floor beside his bed as he rose the massager up and down, base to head. He held up his dick against the toy and moaned softly, watching himself in the reflection of the laptop camera.

The reviews were so true. Once he got moaning, it was difficult for him to stop, strings of whimpers and whines escaping his throat for every movement. He slowly stroked himself with every heavy exhale alongside the vibrator. Sweat bunched his hairs up on his forehead and heat pooled in his stomach.

Dan played up his moans a little bit, normally he was loud but on camera he made his gasps even more dramatic. He bucked his hips up against the toy and whined, rotating the toy around the head of his dick. His hips stuttered and shook around, sounds of the rustling sheets filling his ears as well as the loud noise from the vibrations. The video made its way to fifteen minutes slowly as he kept pleasuring himself with the vibrator.

His dramatized moans made it sound like he was crying, his little whimpers and mewls picking up well on the microphone of his laptop. The vibrations felt incredible against his sensitive skin, heat pulsing through his body as his sounds increased. With a guttural string of moans, he finally climaxed, right on his stomach and where his camera could see.

“Oh god,” he moaned, cum spurting onto his tummy. He exhaled heavily a few times and finally clicked off the recording, then got up quickly to his bathroom.

***

He cleaned up with a towel and made his way back into bed, opening up his video editing program and starting to edit his new video. He would schedule it to post sometime when he was at work later today, opening boxes or helping customers or whatever else they had him do.

He heard his phone buzz softly and set his laptop aside, pulling his covers around until he found his phone. Dan saw a new text from Phil, ones from this morning that he received while filming.

Phil: Good morning Dan x

Phil: I have one of my online classes today and I don’t want to do it :(

Dan: get it over with so you can hurry up and talk to me instead xx

Dan set his laptop back in front of him and began trimming the video, cutting it down to only the decent clips, like the ones where he was moaning loud or twitching or whatever else he thought his audience would enjoy.

His audience. Dan hadn’t really thought about all of the accounts that followed him for a while. Was posting this video to probably thousands of people cheating?

No, probably not, since it wasn’t directly sent to them. He would just message the sender of the massager a quick thank you and not send a personalized video this time. They might be upset, but Dan couldn’t film a video for someone with Phil‍’s face in his mind. He would feel so guilty.

Once he had finished editing his video, which took about an hour, he queued it on his blog and YouPorn for while he was at work later, and posted a cheeky text post as a teaser.

camboydan: new video VERY soon (; <3

Dan often did this to draw more attention to his content. His blog was full of teasers in between videos, photos, and gifs of him exposing himself. Thinking about how much content he had posted since June eleventh, on his birthday, was crazy. Recently he posted at least twice a week, juggling his job as well, and it was October.

He could remember his very first photoset, two pictures of him naked in a pile of teddybears. The post hadn’t become popular until he really gained his “fame”. His first video is the one that caught on, one where he was using the first toy he’d ever bought.

Until then, he had admired other camboys and pornstars online, wanting so badly to be like them. It took a while for him to be noticed by Gay UK 18+ as well, but once they reached out to him, he blew up more, hitting the top spot for the tags ‘twink’ or ‘emo’ or ‘teen’ on many porn websites. When that occurred, he knew he had gained a following he had to keep up with, that he wasn’t just posting into the void anymore. Dan had to keep a posting schedule and follow it, which was hard getting used to at first.

Posting content often was difficult with his parents and brother around, thank god he’d moved to London. It was hard to keep himself quiet sometimes, and the stress of how discreet the packaging was, and where he hid his toys and clearing his laptop history and all that. That was the real reason he’d moved here.

Not for law university or a law firm internship or whatever other reasons he managed to convince his parents of. They didn’t even send Dan rent money, since this was Dan’s “careless” decision, he paid for it all himself, with the help of paychecks from Tesco and PayPal transfers from his pornography.

When it was time to get ready for work, he hustled around his apartment to find a clean set of clothes to wear. The dress code was simple; a solid colored polo and nice pants, that could be black, navy blue or khaki. Dan would rather die than be caught wearing ugly beige, so he bought a week’s worth of black skinny jeans.

He adjusted his collar in the mirror and grasped his things for work, then headed off to the tube. When he was seated in an uncomfortable plastic chair, he received a text from Phil.

Phil: Okay I finished my class ^_^

Dan: perfect timing, i’m on my way to work :(

Phil: Aw. Talk to me when you’re done?

Dan: ofc <3

Despite it only being a day, Dan already missed Phil, the way his mouth was in a permanent cheeky smirk, the gorgeous blue of his eyes, the way he had held Dan close on the couch.

He was sure it was definitely a crush, not just someone he was falling in love with simply because they were paying attention to him. He liked Phil for Phil, and could see their future together already.

So what if it was too early for Dan to be thinking about what the theme of their wedding would be? Dan thought he couldn’t be blamed; that Phil was just that lovable and inspirational.

Another thing Dan wondered about was Phil mentioning YouTube. Dan was curious about how different it was compared to his work. They had themselves being filmed in common, but their work was assuredly very, very different - opposite like yellow and violet on a color wheel, contrasting sides of a spectrum, opposite poles of the world. Their videos and lifestyles must be so, so diverse.

Or maybe they were closer to being alike, analogous colors instead of complementary colors. Maybe, with all the nerdy video game talk, geeky movie talk, and other things they had in common, they weren’t so much opposites.

Either way, Dan was in love with it. In love with the concept of them being together. He barely knew Phil, but he his gut told him that he was his missing puzzle piece, the one that was going to be there for him. Maybe even the one who could help him with his parents.

#phan #phanfiction #phan au #phanfic #camboy!dan #fics #my fics #writing

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hybridequalist · 7 years ago

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Another Day on the Job

Fandom: Batman

Characters: Jonathan Crane, Jervis Tetch, Edward Nigma

Words: 3400

Notes: This is based on a buddy cop AU @askarkham came up with about a month ago.

If you like what you read, let me know and feel free to reblog!

What was it about police stations and the sound of typing? The two were inseparable. On most mornings, Jonathan would have found it charming but after the late night he'd had, he was more inclined to find the constant sound infuriating.

Reaching his desk, the lanky brunette shrugged off his jacket and removed a few case files from his bag, stacking them next to his desktop computer. When he finished the short prep of his workspace, he turned around and--right on time--his partner walked up with a fresh mug of tea in his hand.

"G'morin' Jon," Jervis greeted him, the weariness in his tone letting the taller man know he hadn't been the only one burning the midnight oil. "Brought you your usual."

Jonathan took the offered drink and sipped at it. The faintly bitter taste of dandelion root hit his tongue, softened by just a touch of honey, and he sighed in contentment. The short blonde truly had a gift for making herbal blends for any and every situation. When he'd first come on the force, many of the officers had been skeptical but after a few short months they were all singing his praises. It was common knowledge now that if Jervis came up to you with a mug of tea in his hands, it was in your best interest to drink it before questioning it.

"Do you know if forensics has come up with anything relevant regarding the crime scene?" Jonathan asked, taking his seat and booting up the computer.

"They hadn't when I arrived, but that was almost twenty minutes ago," Jervis shrugged. "They might have messaged since. Edward was also taunting me again earlier, claiming to have another 'hint' as he calls it."

"That freelancer knows exactly where he can put that attitude, lest I be forced to do it for him," Jonathan growled, taking another gulp of tea as he logged on and opened the department email. Scrolling through the messages left there overnight, his scowl deepened when he couldn't find what he was looking for.

"Doesn’t anyone do their jobs?!" he spat irritably. "The scene is over twenty-four hours old and still nothing out of forensics! What are they doing to make it take so long?!"

"You're ranting, Jonathan," Jervis sighed, catching sight of the nervous glances the other nearby officers and detectives were giving his partner. "Did you forget to eat breakfast again? You become a complete bandersnatch when you're hungry."

Seemingly from nowhere, the blonde produced a small tupperware containing a bagel sandwich and gave it to his tall counterpart, who took it and all but ripped it open as he began to compose a message to the forensics team.

This was not a typical morning in the Criminal Investigation Division--not anymore--but it was not uncommon either: before Tetch's assignment, the foul attitude from his partner had been a daily pattern that ended in a lot of people getting shouted at and tensions running high. Jonathan Crane had a brilliant mind and undoubtedly the best profiler and investigator in the CID, but he wasn't much of a team player. Combined with how often he lost himself in his work--frequently to the point of forgetting to take care of himself--his work life was mostly solitary and no one wanted to stay partners with him for long. Jervis Tetch had been heaven-sent in that regard: his much more optimistic attitude and surprising grit made him perfectly suited to endure Crane's cynicism and he was a genius in his own right--despite his odd quirks involving hats, the works of Lewis Carroll and his teas. He had first been something of a curiosity to Jonathan and had been tolerated merely to learn more. However, the lanky investigator soon found himself quite attached to the newcomer, a phenomenon he was still at a loss to explain. They also worked well together despite the occasional clash of opinions which was much better than trading partners every few weeks when a problem arose.

The rest of the morning passed largely without incident, forensics finally sending in their findings near 11. Jonathan and Jervis went over the paper together and, much to their frustration, were unable to determine much as there was little substance in the evidence to start with.

"This is absolutely ridiculous!" the taller of the pair grumbled, fingers drumming on the desk as he reread the details for the fifth time. "Fingerprints all over the scene but 'no indication of any patterns'? 'The unidentified hair sample disintegrated when exposed to testing fluid'? 'Blood sample matched nothing in Gotham's database'?! You'd think we were hunting a ghost instead of some joker dressing as a clown!"

"Maybe he fell into a vat of chemicals or something?" Jervis suggested with a shrug. "Had his fingerprints burned off and his hair damaged?"

"I wouldn't put that beyond the realm of possibility, especially in this city," Jonathan admitted. "Still, the odds of that being the case are slim at best. More likely he was wearing gloves and lost that hair in one of the explosions he set off to account for the fragility."

"Bother," the englishman sighed. "So I assume we're to go over the case reports from the scene again?"

"It's our only lead on his patterns as of now," the brunette replied shortly. "Unless he attacks again or one of his thugs can be identified--

It was at this moment that both investigators' phones went off, the ringing startling them into silence. After a moment, Jervis went to answer his device as Jonathan rolled his eyes. There was only one person who would go to such dramatic lengths to get their shared attention. Still, he pulled out his own and answered the call.

"Still having trouble, boys?" The voice from the phone was rich and teasing. "Looks like I'll be winning my bet with miss Kyle after all. She truly thought you two would have a better lead by now."

"If you're here to gloat, I will end this call and never respond to your messages again," Jonathan threatened with a growl. "Your only contact with us should be to pass along information."

There was a heavy sigh on the other end that made the brunette roll his eyes. Edward Nigma was one of the most infuriating people on the planet, but being an underworld informant was a hard career path in Gotham and he did an excellent job of it--things that meant he was likely to remain on Police payroll for as long as he remained uncompromised.

"Fine, fine. Take all the fun out of it why don't you?" the criminal grumbled. "I figured you two would be very interested to learn that one of the goons you've been trying to track down is currently relaxing in a club and bragging about his new job working for that clown. A fantastically easy catch after so much hard work. It's probably a setup...or maybe he really is that stupid. Hard to tell with Gotham's masses."

"Address and name," Jonathan ordered shortly.

"I'll get the radio," Jervis offered, darting off with surprising speed.

"Guy who you're looking for is Tommy Payaso. Used to be a nurse but quit for mysterious reasons," Edward was saying. "He's currently getting himself a drink at a club called the Luna. Nice place. Bit pricy considering their mediocre menu. I advise not charging in with guns blazing--he’s armed."

"If this is truly a lead, I will withdraw your arrest warrant," the slim investigator replied. "If not--"

"No need to sour the air with your threats, Jonny-boy," the freelancing informant drawled. "I know what you want to do with me already--it's the same thing every time. Change it up, why don't you?"

The call ended with a faint click and Jonathan bit back a violent curse. One of these days, Edward was going to push his luck a little too far and he would be more than happy to be the one delivering the consequences.

As it happened, Edward's tip had been a solid one--which had been good for everybody involved. The thug hadn't come in easy, but he was now securely cuffed in one of the interrogation rooms. Jonathan and Jervis both stood behind the one-way glass. The blonde was rifling through the man's file while his partner eyed the criminal appraisingly. "Matches Edward's description perfectly," Jervis commented. "Used to be a nurse before he suddenly resigned. No prior criminal record...but he has a history of mood swings and aggression in both the workplace and among his peers." "No doubt caused by family-related trauma," the taller man remarked. "Probably his father's doing; it often is." "So far, he's remained silent to all interrogation, but he hasn't asked for an attorney either. I doubt he'll open up to us unless we...push..." Jonathan glanced sideways at his partner. Jervis' brow was furrowed and he was staring off into space. He knew that look: the englishman was very expressive and this particular one was common when their work took an often necessary but unpleasant turn; he was trying to visualize some alternate way to go about the next phase of their investigation--one that might prevent anyone involved from suffering harm.

“See if he responds to you,” the brunette stated abruptly. “If the clown prepared him with misinformation in case of capture, I’d prefer to know sooner than later. As head investigator on this case, you’re a more valuable place to set up the red herring than the other officers.”

“But I’m still the junior partner,” Jervis protested. “I--”

“Mister Payaso doesn’t know that,” Jonathan interjected. “And as admirable as it is for you to try spare him a session with me, it is our only effective option left should he not give you anything at all.”

“There are other ways, Jonathan,” the shorter man mumbled. “You know that.”

“Better it remains on my conscience than weighing on yours,” the analyst replied, resting a hand on Jervis’ shoulder. “My mind is made up. If you finish early, I will be downstairs in the lab.”

Jonathan strode away, the door closing almost silently behind him. His partner sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair and then rubbing the back of his neck.

“Can’t you see it’s you I’m trying to spare from this?” he asked the empty room. “I can’t stand watching what that concoction does to you…”

Tommy Payaso had known he was going to be interrogated from the very beginning when the cops had gotten their meaty hands on him. While he had no idea who had tipped them off he was working with Gotham’s newest criminal mastermind, he had been successful in remaining silent and frustrating the police’s efforts. Their latest tactic to send in the investigator heading the case had also been useless--Tommy was a lot of things, but he was not a snitch.

“There are protections we can offer you, potentially reduced or nulled prison sentences as well,” the short blonde was saying to the henchman. “You’ve never been to prison before, Mr. Payaso; I can assure you that if you are incarcerated in Gotham, it will be a dangerous and potentially fatal venture.”

“Look, investigator tea and crumpets or whatever,” Tommy grumbled, leaning back in his chair and “I’m not saying anything, so how about you scurry back off to your office and let the officers process my paperwork and I’ll get out of your hair. You have no evidence to say I did anything and I have nothing to confess.”

The door suddenly swung open, making both men in the interrogation room jolt at the sound of it. The first thing Tommy registered about the man who entered was his intimidating height followed almost immediately at how distant and cold those hazel eyes were.

“We will see if you truly have nothing to confess, Mr. Payaso,” the newcomer said in an eerily calm voice.

“Jonathan, I’m still working here,” the english investigator said, rising (which did little to improve his height compared to the brunette beanpole)

“I have been observing your efforts and made the call that you were not making sufficient progress,” the other investigator replied firmly. “It is crucial we get something useful from the suspect and your methods are not going to get results in a timely manner.”

“I still don’t think this is necessary,” the blonde grumbled.

“While I value your opinion, Tetch, I already told you my mind was made up on this matter. Now, if you would excuse yourself, I need to be alone with Mr. Payaso.”

Mr. Tetch still seemed unhappy with the arrangement, but he nevertheless obeyed the politely implied command. He strode to the still-open door, paused on the threshold.

“‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son’,” he said in a low voice. “‘The jaws that bite, the claws that catch. Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun the frumious Bandersnatch’.”

And then the door closed, leaving Tommy with the new interrogator.

As “Jonathan” took a seat, the henchman looked the lanky man over. He didn’t seem to be in very good fighting shape due to his slim frame--more of an intellectual than someone who was active in the field. However, there was a strong aura of intimidation that surrounded him, making even the small motions of moving his chair forward seem threatening.

Settle down, Tommy, he told himself. It’s just a good cop versus bad cop scenario. Besides, I could knock him over even with my hands in these cuffs no problem. This guy isn’t so bad.

“Do you believe in God, Mr. Payaso?”

The question was so abrupt that it caught Tommy off guard. “What?”

“Do you believe in a God?” the investigator repeated.

“What does it matter if I do?” the suspect spat back.

“Well,” Jonathan said slowly, a small smirk forming on his face, “I was going to give you the opportunity to pray before we get started here. Because you see, Mr. Payaso, once I begin my interrogation, only two things will stop your torment: your confession or divine intervention.”

The smirk was still slowly growing, edging on gleeful now. Tommy decided he didn’t like that smile--it made a chill run down his spine.

“But as you have not answered, I will assume you prefer not to call upon His help,” the brunette continued. “Now, you may have noticed that your chair has armrests with cuffs. I am going to remove your current pair and instead secure you to your seat so you don’t flail about too much.”

The investigator rose to his full height, setting a briefcase Tommy hadn’t noticed before on the table between them. He came around and began to undo the handcuffs and Tommy immediately tried to get out of his reach. But somehow the scrawny man managed to catch hold of him and pin his wrists to the table.

“Now now,” Jonathan chided, still looking far too happy. “You can struggle as much as you like once I have you restrained. But there is no escaping this, understand?”

Looking into those hazel eyes--strangely emotionless despite his expression--Tommy got the strong sense that if he tried something like that again, this still-unknown horrible thing that was about to happen to him would get infinitely worse. He hadn’t gotten a feeling like that since he’d met the Boss and that realization made a cold sweat start to gather on his brow.

One Jonathan had finished cuffing the nervous suspect, he returned to the table and opened the briefcase.

“It doesn’t matter what your goal is or who you’re working for,” he mused, more to himself than to Tommy. “Sooner or later, someone always talks. And what convinces them to talk? Their fear. You assumed when I came in that this was going to be like one of those television dramas where I yell at you and throw things and make you afraid that I will beat the answers I’m seeking out of you. Quite frankly, that is truly a barbaric way to accomplish the goal of a confession. I won’t have to even touch you to get what I want from you; you’ll give it to me quite willingly.”

Tommy watched in silent apprehension as the lanky man withdrew what appeared to be a burlap sack from the case. Jonathan admired it for a moment and the handcuffed man realized it was a mask of some sort, roughly shaped like the head of a scarecrow.

“Do try to resist screaming,” he said, reaching into the case again and removing a cannister. “You can’t give me the information I want if you lose your voice, now can you?”

Jonathan did not see Jervis for the whole rest of the day. It had been several hours since Tommy Payaso had finally broken down and blubbered out everything he knew about his employer’s plans, allowing the brunette to come down from the rush he felt using the Toxin and learning his victim’s worst fears. When finally it was the end of his shift, Jonathan decided to see if he could catch his partner before he left for the night.

He managed to find him in the break room, sipping a cup of tea with a strong floral scent next to the window.

“Jervis,” he greeted him.

“Jonathan,” the blonde replied curtly.

A heavy silence fell between them, Jonathan awkwardly standing in the doorway with his briefcase and watching as Jervis drank his herbal blend and stare out into the night sky.

“You know I didn’t mean to undermine or offend you when I took over the interrogation,” the taller man eventually said.

“Just as you know that isn’t the reason why I’m cross with you,” Jervis shot back.

“Tetch, we’ve been over this; the Toxin is highly effective in interrogation scenarios for ensuring truthful confessions from the suspects.”

“But that doesn’t mean it’s right, Jonathan!” the englishman burst, slamming down his cup and slopping hot liquid onto the table. “It’s cruel and it doesn’t just affect the victims either! Do you have any idea who you become when you use that gas of yours?!”

“I’m in control,” Jonathan insisted, tone sharp.

“Are you? Are you really? Because sometimes I start to wonder, Jon!”

The brunette waited until Jervis’ breathing had somewhat settled and he was no longer holding his teacup in a deathgrip before he crossed the room and sat opposite his partner. Still, he remained quiet to let the smaller man speak when he was ready.

“I don’t like how much you rely on it,” the blonde admitted. “It’s like...like it’s becoming your go-to method, no matter how certain we are on a suspect’s guilt.”

“I could always let you be the harsh one instead--the ‘bad cop’ as it were,” Jonathan suggested. “You can be incredibly fierce once you let all the propriety go.”

“And then perhaps everyone would stop saying I’m so ‘adorable’,” Jervis muttered, a faint grin crossing his face as the thought played out in his mind. He quickly hid the emotion with a gulp of his remaining tea before rising to grab some napkins and clean up his spill. Jonathan let a weary smile at that before his usual somber expression returned.

Both men knew this would not be the last time this topic would come up between them--it was nowhere near resolved--but now was not the time to discuss it: they were tired from their hard day’s work and their emotions were still too close to the surface to keep from fighting about it more. For tonight, they would put it aside.

“Would you like to walk out with me?” the taller man offered. “It’s about time to leave.”

“Wait a mo,” Jervis replied, taking his cup to the sink and rinsing it before he put it back into the cupboard. One it was safely in his place, he returned to his seat and picked up his bag. “There we are. After you.”

The walk was silent until they reached the front doors of the station. Standing at the bottom step, the two exchanged their goodbyes.

“Hopefully we’ll be able to move forward in our investigation tomorrow,” Jervis said.

“If the night shift doesn’t ruin everything,” Jonathan added. “Until then, Tetch.”

“Make sure you eat a proper meal when you get home; I don’t want there to be a bandersnatch at your desk in the morning.”

“Yes ‘mother’.”

#batman #Jonathan Crane #Jervis Tetch #edward nigma #hybridwrites #fanfic post #fanfiction #AU #buddy cop #long post

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writingevil · 8 years ago

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The Click of a Mouse

by E.L.B

It’s funny how many things can start from the click of a mouse. Things such as; a new obsession, a friendship, a career, or even a love story. Helen was an avid watcher of youtube. She spent many ours clicking on video after video. She’d go to tumblr and look up her favorite youtubers and ships to see what people had created. She started an art blog to try to make fanart. Many of them were shit but through perseverance she gained a small following.

CrazyCasey was one of the older channels on youtube. They had started making videos when they were still in their teens as a hobby and by their twenties they had a few thousand subscribers. They decided to move to LA and try doing youtube full time. Case would try to interact with their fans as much as possible. Answering asks and tweeting people. They just hadn’t told their fans one thing, they were nonbinary. They had come out as a lesbian a few years back and they didn’t want to go through all of the drama of justifying their gender and sexuality.

Helen was clicking on random coming out videos trying to work up the courage to finally do it. She clicked on one from a youtuber named Casey.

“Hello! A lot of you have suspected this but I’ve never officially said it before. I’m gay...” Casey said. “Yeaaahh.”

Helen smiled at the girls antics.

“I’m telling you all this because you might notice I’m not in my bedroom. I moved out... Or rather I was kicked out. I came out to my parents and they said I couldn’t live there anymore.” Casey paused. “I want to let you all know that coming out can be hard but only come out when you fully come out to yourself. I would have never been able to handle it if I was still doubting myself. Be true to yourself.”

The girl went on to talk about a few other things and Helen laughed a few times before the end of the video. She clicked like and checked out the channel which was called CrazyCasey. A few hours after watching many of the girls videos she clicked subscribe.

“And I’ll see you guys later! TaTa!” Case said with a wave to the camera. They turned it off and started turning off the bright studio lights. They sighed and sat on their bed. They were too tired to edit today they had gone out with friends earlier in the day and dancing around a camera for two hours after that had mental worn them out. Case sighed and grabbed their computer. They opened up tumblr and laughed at a gif of one of the netflix shows they’d started watching.

Case reblogged some fanart and found a user that was doing hilarious pictures of their favorite book. They looked at HumbleHelen’s tumblr and followed them after a few scrolls just because they thought their art was funny. Case opened their ask’s which they had been putting off for a while. They deleted the ones that had anything to do with gender.

anonymous asked

Hi Casey! Who was the first person you ever came out too? Other than yourself of course.

CrazyCasey- Probably my best friend. We were watching a TV show and I just slipped it into the middle of a sentence. Something like “That character is going to get themselves killed. I’m gay. They shouldn’t go into that creepy cave.” Great way to come out. They threw popcorn at me for about an hour.

generic-username asked

Who are some of your favorite youtubers?

CrazyCasey- This is hard. I watch all of my friends videos but other than that I don’t think I have any particular favorites out of them.

anonymous asked

IF YOU WERE A POTATO WHAT WOULD YOU WANT TO BE MADE INTO?????

CrazyCasey- FRENCH FRIES ALL THE WAY!!!!

After a few months of watching CrazyCasey’s videos Helen logged onto tumblr and saw she had a new follower. Said new follower made Helen spit the coffee she was drinking out and proceed to run around her apartment. Her roommate was questioning whether or not Helen had gone insane.

“Sam! SamSamSamSam!!!” Helen yelled running circles around her poor roommate.

“Yes? Crazy demon that has taken over my roommate?” Sam said.

“SHE FOLLOWED ME!!!”

“Who is stalking you?” Sam asked.

“CASEY!!! CRAZYCASEY FOLLOWED ME ON TUMBLR.”

“That’s nice dear. No more coffee for you.”

“I HAVE TO DRAW HER! MAYBE SHE’LL LIKE IT! WHAT IF SHE COMMENTS ON IT?”

“I need more coffee in order to deal with you right now.” Sam said as they slouched off to the kitchen.

Helen ran to her room and took out her drawing pad and hooked it up to her computer. She had to think of something funny. She raked her brain for an hour before Sam came into her room.

“I’m not funny.” Helen said with finality.

Sam laid on their roommates bed and opened a game on their phone. “Mhmm.”

“What am I going to do? She’ll never notice me if I don’t think of something funny.”

Sam continued playing their game. “You’re absolutely right.”

“Why can’t I think of something funny? I normally come up with jokes within five minutes.”

“Mhmm.”

“If I don’t come up with a joke and just draw her she’ll think I’m weird cause I normally have jokes attached to them and she’ll unfollow me because I’m weird!” Helen panicked.

“Tragic.”

“Are you even listening?”

“Mhmm.”

“Sam I’m pan.”

“That’s nice, dear.”

“Sam the house is on fire.”

“WAIT YOU’RE PANSEXUAL?” Sam said dropping their phone and sitting stick straight.

Helen laughed uncomfortably. “Yeah?”

“AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME THIS??? EVEN AFTER I CAME OUT TO YOU AS GENDERQUEER??”

“I wasn’t ready?” Helen said sheepishly.

“You owe me dinner.” Sam said with a pout.

“I’ll order pizza in a few minutes.”

“Why not now?”

“Cause I just got my idea.”

“Write it down and then order I’M STARVING.” Sam groaned and slouched out of the room. Helen laughed and began to draw.

Case had finished answering all of the asks they wanted to and began scrolling through their dash again. They saw a few random posts about feminism. They reblogged an edgy picture of some graffiti. They scrolled past a picture of themself. They ate a chip. They realized what the fuck just happened and quickly scrolled back up.

It was a picture of Case grinning from ear to ear and about to take a bite out of a huge pizza. Written above it was ‘PIZZA IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL’.

HumbleHelen- just had to draw this picture of @CrazyCasey who is probably my favorite youtuber at the moment. If you need a laugh go check them out.

Case blinked and reread the message a few times. They smiled. Without even knowing it this person had used the right pronouns. Case clicked on their profile and sent them a quick message.

Hi I’m Case. Your artwork is fantastic. I would love to chat with you sometime.

Case groaned. Why did they have to be so awkward? They hit send anyway and waited for the response.

AN- I’m gonna end this here. I might do another part of this but I’m not sure yet. Case is based off of @milesaaronmckenna or mileschronicals on youtube. I have to misgender Case unfortunately from Helen’s POV I’m sorry I feel awful about doing it. Nothing in this story is actually real it’s all fiction. I had a great time working on this and miiiiight do another part if I feel like it. Try to sleep.

#writing #fanfiction #kinda #youtube #based on #miles mckenna #mileschronicals #this is all fiction #part one #lgbt #genderqueer #nonbinary #pansexual #coming out

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