#my friend told me that I need to post this

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

mean!rafe slowly getting soft for reader but she realizes what sort of sick person he really is so she leaves him and now rafe is the desperate one (this would be really appreciated pretty!!!)

i loved, i loved, i loved you

mean!rafe cameron x desperate!fem!reader

cw — talks of murder, stalking, manipulation

summary — after overhearing a conversation between your boyfriend and his best friend, you begin to rethink your decisions.

authors note — can be read as a standalone but is apart of the mean!rafe series. part 1 is “i just wanna be one of your girls” and part 2 is “but i’ll do anything for you.” part 3 is up! “even when you pushed me away” i’ll probably make a masterlist for this cause it’s probably going to end up turning into a series tbh so lmk if i should do that! please request more!!

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

“baby?” you heard him call out from the living room as the front door shut. he shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on the coat rack then followed the smell of food into the kitchen where you stood all pretty. you had a cute little pink sundress on, a white apron with a ribbon adorning the middle, and your hair was perfectly curled. “you look like a fucking dream.”

he walked over to where you were standing and pulled you into him with his big hands lightly squeezing at your hips. “thank you, rafe. i made your favorite,” you replied with a smile on your glossed lips as you rested your hands on his shoulders. “how was work?”

a sigh left his lips and his body tensed. “same thing as usual. nothin’ for you to worry your pretty little head about,” he said with a kiss to your temple. “i missed you, angel.”

you frowned slightly and hugged him. “i missed you too, rafe.” you nuzzled into his chest deeper and he held you close, taking in the delightful scent of your shampoo. you pulled away a little sooner than he would’ve liked and pulled out his designated chair at the table. “why don’t you eat before the food gets cold?”

he nodded and sat down, laying the napkin over his lap and unraveling one pack of utensils you spent your afternoon packaging up to look professional. you sat across from him in your own seat and waited for him to take his first bite before beginning to eat your own.

he wrapped up some of the noodles on his fork and placed it carefully into his mouth while you sucked in a breath and waited for his validation. “it’s amazing, sweetheart,” he praised while getting more onto his fork. “you always prepare the best, you know that.”

you smiled to yourself and glanced down at your own plate, a red blush spreading across your cheeks. you began to eat as you two sat in a comfortable silence and enjoyed the pasta.

once he finished and was getting ready to get up and place his dish in the sink, you stood and beat him to it. “i’ve got it,” you said softly. you knew how long and draining his work days were and you’d do anything to make the rest of his day better.

“thank you, angel,” he replied gratefully while standing and brushing past you with a loving squeeze to your hip. “i’ve gotta finish up some stuff on my laptop. i’ll be in my office if you need anything.”

you nodded and began to wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. once you were all finished, you neatly folded your apron and placed it in the closet in the living room before heading up the stairs and to the office to see if he needed anything. before you could even knock, you heard a loud bang, which you assumed was his fist against his desk.

“goddamnit barry! i fuckin’ told you that i had it handled,” he spat into his phone. “i took care of him, alright? they got rid of the body, the evidence, all of it and now you’re over here screwing it up.”

the body? you placed a hand over your mouth to cover the sob threatening to slip past your lips. you pressed your ear closer to the door and waited for him to speak again.

you heard him curse under his breath and laugh angrily. “it was all going to plan and then—“ he paused. “get rid of him. do whatever you have to do, just fuckin’ get rid of him. i’ll do it myself if i have to.”

a tear hit your hand and you quickly backed away from the door and quietly walked into your shared bedroom. you immediately began throwing clothes into a bag until you heard the office door open. you shoved it under your bed and sat at the edge of it.

he came in and immediately made his way over to you, kneeling in front of you and holding your hands in his. “hey. what’s wrong, sweet girl?”

you just shook your head and faked a sad smile. “i jus’ miss you, rafe,” you lied as convincingly as you could.

he sighed. “i know, baby. and i’m sorry,” he mumbled softly. “look. i gotta go handle something really quick but we can spend the whole night together the moment i get back, ok? i promise.”

a shaky breath left your lips as you nodded and allowed him to kiss you then your forehead as he stood and made his way out towards the front door. the moment you heard it shut, you packed everything you could and sprinted out towards your car. you didn’t know how much time you had until he got back.

you were quick to disable your location on everything and turn on do not disturb before speeding off towards your parents house an hour away. you hoped it would be far enough and undisclosed so he’d never find you.

and only 30 minutes into the drive, you had 72 missed calls and 101 texts from rafe.

[rachetmath]

Nora's Plan B

Hey Nora.

Nora: Sup Em, whicha want?

Emerald: Say if Ren doesn’t work out would you date Jaune?

Nora: Yes.

Emerald: What?

Ruby: What?

Weiss: What?

Nora: What? Is that a big deal?

Emerald: Explain.

Nora: I mean I call Jaune a fearless leader for a reason.

Weiss: But Cardin-

Nora: Let’s break it down. Jaune let Cardin get away with what he did was because of his transcripts however that’s also because Jaune was used to situations like because no one has ever helped him with that. Think about it, how many friends Jaune had before Beacon?

Ruby: Hm.

Nora: Plus the moment Cardin threatened Pyrrha his attitude took a whole 180. Shoot after the Ursa he was ready to fight Cardin again.

Ruby and Weiss: Yeah, she’s not wrong.

Nora: Next, Cinder would have to watch Jaune’s progression in order to set up a good team for us to fight. Didn’t she?

Emerald: Yeah.

Nora: And Jaune stood up for Pyrrha when everybody was laying pressure on her. That’s something.

RWE: True.

Ruby: But Nora sometimes Jaune-

Nora: Hold on, yeah, Jaune has his hissy fits but then again, don’t we all grieve differently. Plus Ruby, Qrow waited until we were attacked by Salem’s forces to explain everything. Instead, he could have just told us from the start. He was doing unnecessary things. So yeah Jaune has every right to be mad. I say Qrow should have counted his blessings that Jaune was willing to help him at all if you weren’t around. Or Jaune kills him by his own hands.

Ruby: Oh.

Weiss: But then he- Oscar-

Nora: With Oscar, Jaune admitted he overreacted with him. But, again, understandble. We grieve at our own pace. And I mean seriously Ozpin hadyears to stop Salem and he hasn’t done it. Ozpin might as well be just as bad as Salem.  Also if you have not noticed back in Argus the moment he pushed Oscar to the wall none of us were ready. Remember how  Yang looked?

RW: 

Nora: That was fear. I will say that takes points away for being attractive but it also shows he has a breaking point. Which for most people needs to be avoided cause someone could end up dead. But again Jaune proves he has control of his emotions by letting Oscar go.

Yang: Yeah she’s not wrong. 

Ruby: Yang how-

Yang: Stay on topic. Look I’m cool with Ren and you know I- I understood why he was upset but the moment he realized his tone with Jaune-

Yang: He knew. He knew he f**** up but then Jaune’s response- Oh my god.

Yang: He maintained his composure. His behavior proves he learned from Argus with Oscar. He still was willing to talk with him.

Yang: If that’s not maturity then I don’t know what is. Just saying. 

Ruby: But Jaune in the Ever After was-

Yang: Okay let’s compare. Ren was upset about Atlas and Mantle. Instead of being upset about it and following orders, what else has he done to fix anything? Nothing. And when he finally expressed himself it was after Oscar got kidnapped. And we were stranded in the middle of miles in snow with no food or transportation. Meanwhile, leaving those thousands of people to die.

Me: But didn’t you start it?

Yang: Doesn’t matter.

Me: Yes it-

Yang: Shut up. And in the Ever After Ruby…. …. We were there for a day and we made Little homeless. Robbed the knights. Almost died playing a game of chess with a spoiled brat. Fought our inner demons. And destroyed a city market with people in it to save ourselves from Neo. In one day mind you we did all of that.

Ruby: Holy-

Yang: Now with Jaune he wasn’t dismissing our problem but we were contemplating at the wrong time. 

Yang: Mainly because a storm came.

Yang: He then brought us to his home.

Yang: And let's recall he was waiting for us. Something he didn’t have to do. At all.  And what did we do? Judge the man for taking care of a bunch of children who want to die.

Yang: Then we brought Neo to him.

Yang: And Ruby -

Ruby: No further comments.

Yang: And Ratchet.

Me: *sigh* Okay. Fine. If you have seen my list of Jaune ships or seen any of my post on Ren and Nora., my outlook on them is not good. But after thinking about the reason I hate Nora, I steadily realized, ‘man, what I am saying, she’s better than Sakura.” She doesn’t physically or mentally abuse Jaune like Sakura does to Naruto. And unlike the other besides Pyrrha she’s consistent with Jaune. So I'll admit I was petty with her in volume seven and eight. I can see Nora’s Arc happening.

Nora: Thank you. Anyways Emerald I would date Jaune as my plan B. Especially if Ren and I don’t recover from Atlas.

Emerald: Well damn. Too bad you got competition.

Nora: *laugh*

RWE: *shocked*

Nora: Let them come. But remember, team JNPR. And team JNRO. And team RNJR.

Weiss: What is that- oh my god.

Nora: That’s right. I’m number two. I’m the second. I’m always beside Jaune. Not Pyrrha. Not Ren. Me. He’s the leader. But the queen of the motherf***ing castle. Bye ladies. *leaves*

Yang: Damn.

Weiss: Oh no, I better act fast.

Ruby: I need Ren to clean up his mess quickly.

Emerald: She most definitely

[saturnbellfromhell]

Roasting your Moon Sign

Welcome back everyone to a little silly goofy post. I haven't been on the app for a long time because of my school, work and internship, but now I can proudly say I've finished a big chapter in my life and can't wait to be back writing, posting, chatting! Hope you all enjoy this easy-going post and don't take it to heart, it's just a fun time, not a serious time.

〰️ If you're easily offended by jokes and giggles don't read this post, most of my friends, family and people I know are some if these signs, so don't take it so far. In the end I will ne roasting myself as well. :)

➰️ARIES MOON

Why so explosive all the time? I know your emotions run wild, but being so dramatic won't get you anywhere. Take a nap sometimes will ya. No nobody thinks you're annoying all the time, just sometimes. We still love our divas.

➰️ TAURUS MOON

Sleeping again? Shopping again? Fighting over food with your significant other, aren't you? No, you can't get that puppy, you're too lazy to take care if it. Also, we get it, you love art and have the best taste in movies. You do have a nice decorated house, I'll give you that.

➰️GEMINI MOON

Yes, you're so different. Yes, we are all boring in your eyes. No, it's not cute to have an avoidant attachment style. Yes, your shoes are amazing, no, I wouldn't wanna go shopping with you. Why are you constantly buying new apps on your phone? Did you forget about your old friends again because you found a new group of people?

➰️ CANCER MOON

The moody bitch you are, always complaing about how stressed they are even though they cried 2 years ago. Do you always wake up and remember what food you didn't eat in a long time? I know for a fact you would be mad if I showed up at your house without an invitation. Do you also hate traveling because you're too scared to leave the safe place of your house or because you hate leaving your house?

➰️LEO MOON

We get it, you're always right. Yes you are loud yes you are annoying at times, but lovable aswell. Does everybody need to know your bf/gf treats you like a princess? Stop buying so much gold jewerly! You're moving in with a celebrity?

➰️ VIRGO MOON

So how was your day? No,no not work, not the new cleaning appliance you bought, how was your day? O the Turkish eggs at brunch were too cold when served and your dermatitis came back? And you deleted your "sad girl playlist? Damn that's harsh, but your eyeliner is still phenomenal, hope you have a good week even though I know you haven't had a normal week in a long time queen.

➰️LIBRA MOON

No I can't remember all your situationships, boy toys and playboys and wasn't Mark your ex in fucking elementary school, how'd you find him again? I know you're into pilates, you told me that 5 times already. No I don't want to get botox after 2 shots of tequila. Tramp stamp tattoos are cute, sure.

➰️SCORPIO MOON

Ok...yes your ex was a whore and that ex best friend really did lie to you. No don't get in your car and crash it into their house and than set it on fire and watch the flames feather out. Stop looking at me with those serial killer eyes! No, we will not stalk your boss because you think she's having an affair. Yes your knife collection is hot.

➰️ SAGGITARIUS MOON

We get it...you love porn. Yes we get it, you're so loose and easy going and so open and so talkative. No, blondy at the bar is not staring at you, she literally is sitting with her husband...You're moving to Malta? And you got a job in Thailand? And you're 2nd wedding is on the coast of rural Australia??

➰️ CAPRICORN MOON

Is your favorite movie still American Pyscho? O really, you still have the same routine as him, interesting. We get it, yes, you're an introvert. Yes people are gross, yes your cat is amazing. You got into Harvard Law?? On a random Tuesday and you got your Masters? Still fighting with your dad eh...yea, he's a cunt.

➰️AQUARIUS MOON

Can you stop being in your head for 10 minutes damn. And also can you stop talking about your feelings and just start you know...feeling them? Still trying to figure out why society is weird and you feel left out? You spent all your money on your library cards, are you serious..

➰️PISCES MOON

You broke up with your dismissive,back stabbing, crazy ex again? That's the 10th time this month. No, you don't love her, she's literally using you. No, we are not doing MDMA at a carnival to forget everything. Where have you been, why were you taking a walk for 5 hours?

That's all for now, hope you giggled a little. Love all my signs at the end of the day, we are all a little too much at times. Can you guess which I am...😅

[leupagus]

I've been sitting on this post because I think everyone here is making good points, but I have to say that I (respectfully!) disagree with the core premise that's at the heart of this argument, so I'm not quite sure how to engage without being belligerent. However, I think it's important to at least talk about why I disagree.

It's because, quite frankly, every Trump supporter does, in fact, want this. They want the cruelty; they want the destruction. We may see a handful of Trump supporters who express remorse for voting for him due to his policies hurting them, specifically, but the person that this post is talking about is mythical.

They don't exist; not anymore. We will never, ever get an apology or an admission that they were wrong because none of them will ever think they were wrong. They are no longer reachable and we can't keep pretending they are.

Yes, in 2016 there were a (small) number of people who were taken in by Trump's bombast and their own weird hate-boner for Hillary Clinton. Trump hid a lot of his worst ideas from the public in the lead-up to the 2016 election, plus there were a thousand and five think-pieces back then about how the presidency would bring out Trump's better qualities (looking at you, Maureen Dowd). There was reason to think that a lot of his talk was just talk.

But that's simply not the case now. We had four years of disaster under him, then another four years of Democrats thanklessly cleaning up (and improving the lives of every American in a hundred ways, but nobody believes me about that so I'll set it aside), all the while Trump was continually, constantly, relentlessly talking about what he'd do in his second term. His supporters heard him and liked what he promised — deportations, anti-blackness, transphobia, bigotry, sexism, antisemitism, forcing women back into second-class status, declaring war on everyone to make himself feel good, enriching his friends and himself. Everything Trump's doing now was promised during his campaign.

His voters in 2020 and 2024 were not ignorant, or misinformed, or led astray, or sold a false bill of goods. His voters want to hurt vulnerable people; they will destroy our country to do it and if they claim that this isn't what they wanted, they are lying. They are lying and they are fundamentally untrustworthy.

I don't feel the need to tell them "fuck you, we told you so," but for the rest of my life I will never tell a Trump voter "welcome in." They are not welcome. They have given up that privilege.

[qkyouu]

ramblings of a madman aka here is why (in my head) alucard trevor hector and isaac are the perfect representations of the four elements

Alucard ⟶ water

he is the unexplored and undiscovered, forever unknown; the glistening surface hiding vast dark depths; the storm of emotions beneath the calm and soothing exterior; the beauty and the deep sorrow. all of this also tying in with water being an extremely deadly force, possibly the most deadly of the four, that at the same time doesn't appear outwardly threatening (compared to fire, for example).

Trevor ⟶ earth

he is the grounded reason, reliability, strength and toughness in the most literal and physical sense; a rough exterior with a softer, warmer core; the distinct sense of stability and normalcy which feels unattainable for the other three. then there is the association with fertile ground (with trevor quite literally being the only one that had canonical offspring, continuing the belmont bloodline — the soil for life to bloom from), as well as the ground for settlement and building community (with trevor being the traditionally charismatic one, someone that has the ability to bring people together, as he did in dracula's curse).

Hector ⟶ air

he is the scattered identity; the constant restlessness, mild but prominent wandering of the mind; the longing for freedom; always distant and just slightly out of place, being everywhere while belonging nowhere; the fear of aimlessness and resignation; a subconscious need of a purpose, of something (or someone) to keep him grounded.

Isaac ⟶ fire

he is misguided passion and energy, the most outwardly destructive one that burns everything he touches; the intense love and equally intense hatred; the potential for something great twisted by overuse and overextension until it burned too hot and became uncontrollable. like hector he also is aimless, unable to fit in and settle down, but instead of smoothly flowing in and out of the space he temporarily occupies he either overwhelms and consumes it completely or gets stifled and dies out — he is hector's wandering without his gentleness and composure, swinging from one extreme to the other rather than seeking a balance point.

please dont ask i dont really know where this came from either

[traincat]

So @softgrungeprophet just posted about John Jameson/Peter Parker, a thing I have nothing for, but it did remind me that I had a Spideytorch WIP where Jonah tries to set John and Peter up and so Peter comes up with the brilliant idea of fake dating Johnny to get out of it, only for John and Johnny to start dating, a thing which will obviously not drive Peter mad with jealousy. Ft my not remotely in order writing practices.

Anyway I don't know when I'll finish it so have a thousand words of people making bad decisions.

--

It was a regular Friday afternoon and Johnny, free of all social and superhero responsibilities, was just trying to relax and maybe catch up on a week’s worth of reality television when a full-grown man hit the side of the Baxter Building going eighty miles an hour.

“Did I scare you? Sorry,” Peter said, not sounding very sorry at all, as he climbed gracefully through the window.

“Of course you scared me! Not everyone has a built in magic spider danger sense!” Johnny said. He looked down at the carpet and the new red footprints there and made a face. “No, it’s fine, track what had better be paint all over my apartment.”

“Thanks, Torchy,” Peter said, as if Johnny had been in any way sincere. “Don’t worry, Reed’s little robot friends will steam clean that right out. Listen, I’ve got a favor to ask you.”

With friends like these, who needed Doctor Doom.

(blah blah blah)

“I just need you to pretend to be in a relationship with me,” Peter said. “For one, two months, tops. Or however long Jonah has left on this earth. Either or.”

(blah blah blah)

“Look, here’s the deal,” Peter said, rolling his eyes, “and don’t ask how this happened, but I accidentally told JJJ I’m bisexual and –”

“Wait, you did what?” Johnny cut him off. His voice was dangerously high even to his own ears. “You’re what?”

“I just told you it was an accident,” Peter said, still in that tone like it was no big deal and he accidentally came out to major newspaper publishers every other week. For all Johnny knew, maybe he did. For all Johnny knew maybe he put on a rainbow spider-suit and shouted it from the top of the Empire State Building every single Friday Johnny had ever been off-planet.

“How do you accidentally tell your former boss you’re bisexual?” Johnny demanded. Then, his own voice somehow rising even shriller, he added, “You haven’t told me you’re bisexual!”

Peter shot him a look that said that he was pretty sure he just had. As if Johnny wasn’t sitting right in front of him, currently losing his mind.

“The bad news, apparently John Jameson came out to his dad a few months ago,” Peter said.

“That’s the bad news,” Johnny said, his voice both flat and scathing in a way no acting coach he’d ever had would believe he was capable of. “Really.”

“Well, good for John, I guess,” Peter allowed, making a face like he wasn’t quite about all of that. Johnny was going to smother him by the end of this conversation, probably. “But bad for me. Because now Jonah wants to set us up.”

There was a strange static-y sound ringing in Johnny’s ears, like someone had scrambled all his frequencies.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Could you rewind? Maybe to the beginning of this conversation?”

“You’re not listening to me, Johnny,” Peter said. “Jonah basically implied that John and I should get married. The other day I caught him looking at brochures for catering halls out on Long Island. And look, John’s a great guy, but –”

“Great,” Johnny said, his face in his hands. “Fantastic. I’ll send you two a fantasti-toaster.”

“But he’s not my type at all,” Peter said. He reached over and closed his fingers around Johnny’s wrist, tugging his hand effortlessly away from his face and leaving Johnny no choice but to look up into that big brown imploring eyes. “Now, She-Hulk, on the other hand…”

A strangled noise of rage tore itself from Johnny’s throat.

(Peter asks Johnny to be his fake boyfriend to some Bugle event)

--

(Bugle event, Jonah awkwardly talks to Johnny and says something mildly homophobic in an incredibly well meaning way.)

“That’s very… something of you, Mr. Jameson,” Johnny said.

“My daughter Mattie bought me a book,” Jameson admitted.

(blah blah Peter runs off and John and Johnny talk on a balcony)

“You know, that’s the thing about Parker,” John Jameson said, his voice light and casual. “Every time I’ve ever seen him he’s had some beautiful model hanging off his arm.”

Johnny snorted, thinking of the Black Cat, and Mary Jane, and even Carlie Cooper with her whole hot librarian vibe. Dorrie Evans, the prettiest girl in Johnny’s high school, talking Johnny’s ear off on a half dozen of their dates about how Peter Parker was so smart and how he was interested in politics and an inch taller than Johnny and probably much more in touch with his feelings. Yeah, right.

“Tell me about it,” he said. “They should ban him from fashion week for the models’ own good.”

They probably already had. Johnny would have to ask.

“No, I meant…” John trailed off. He smiled ruefully, shaking his head. “Never mind.”

“I’m sorry,” Johnny said, realizing he’d cut John off. “What were you saying?”

“I was complimenting you,” John said, his eyes twinkling. “What I said about Parker and beautiful models – I meant you.”

“Oh,” Johnny said, floored. He felt strangely like blushing, but that was silly. Johnny was a famous space explorer. It was hardly the first time a handsome astronaut had called him beautiful.

It was, perhaps, the first time it had happened to him on earth. And the first time it had happened outside of a hostage situation. And the first time Ben hadn’t been there to threaten to beat the astronaut up.

“You are here with Peter Parker, aren’t you?” John asked. “As his date, I mean.”

“Allegedly,” Johnny said. He’d meant it to come out under his breath, but it didn’t, and he suspected his eyeroll wasn’t quite as internal as he’d intended either. John laughed, but not unkindly.

“He does have a habit of disappearing, doesn’t he?” John said lightly. “I get it, though, as the son of a newsman. The number of dinners my father actually made it to the main course without rushing off to take a call or chase a story...” He trailed off, sighing ruefully, the corners of his mouth quirked up. “That must be why they get along so well.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Johnny asked, feeling emboldened, maybe, by the way John was looking at him, by the fact that he had called him beautiful.

He definitely wasn’t feeling spiteful over the fact that he was supposed to be here with Peter and Peter had, of course, ditched him, caught up in fifteen other different things, just like always. Things that were more important than Johnny. Things that Johnny could have helped with, maybe, if Peter had asked.

Or maybe things Johnny couldn’t have helped with. After all there were plenty of reasons he might have found Peter’s shirt abandoned in the corner of the men’s room. Things that might have everything to do with, say, the Black Cat instead of Doctor Octopus. 

“Of course,” John said. His hand landed next to Johnny’s on the balcony railing. “You can tell me anything.”

(Johnny admits Peter only brought him as his date to get Jonah to quit it.)

“My father does have that way about him,” John said ruefully. “He’s trying to be very supportive. My foster sister bought him a book. He said he’s thinking about starting a podcast.”

“Elderly Bugle subscribers, watch out,” Johnny said before he could stop himself. Luckily for him, John laughed.

[John kisses Johnny at some fancy event]

--

So now Johnny was a homewrecker. Either of his fake relationship, or of Peter’s future Daily Bugle society page wedding to John Jameson, certified American hero. He wasn’t sure which was worse.

--

Johnny stared at Jonah. Jonah stared at Johnny.

John tucked into his steak like he wasn’t sitting in the middle of the world’s most awkward dinner. Johnny guessed he must have had experience getting through dinners with J Jonah Jameson, but he could have taken a little pity on Johnny, a novice.

(And then somewhere in here Peter would have gone insane.)

[sleepymothafterhours]

Anyone but you

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If you haven't yet please go read Part One <3 as this is a direct continuation

Divider credit in my pinned post

fic warnings: angst (with a happy ending) , probably wrong medical descriptions, wound descriptions, grief, zayne lowkey has a mental breakdown, hospitals, unhappy marriages? lmk if i missed something

Word count: 2,300

(yes its shorter than the other, I didn't have a whole lot more to say but i did wanna make a part two,)

Check out sleepy moths after thoughts at the end for everythign els + taglist

The Incident (AKA before reader met Zayne)

You had called her, on the way to her place already because you knew your hunter friend would never say no. When she picked up you were about a block away. "Hey, hope I didn't interrupt your date. You home?' You could hear her giggle into the receiver before she told you she'd be ready in a minute. It wasn't uncommon for you to call each other on the way to a mission where you knew you'd need backup. You never regret making a phone call more than you did after that night. You giggled with each other when she got in the car, you asked her about the guy, all she gave you was a sly smile and told you he was "Just an old friend".

The wanderer you'd found was bigger than you had expected. Everything happened so fast. There was fire everywhere, yours, the monsters, it had collapsed a building. You didn't hear her tell you to watch out before you felt its talons slash at your front.

"I'm alright." You yelled but fuck it stung. The thing had some weird tail on the end of it, like a scorpion from the hell. You took it down, you thought. You were trying to put of a fire before you heard it. The schlick sound of a talon impaling human flesh.

She was on the ground before you could take the thing out once and for all. "Shit shit shit." You swore under breath dropping to your knees with a wince. The adrenaline was wearing off and all your wounds were hitting you at once. Your hands shook as you reached for bandages, something, anything, from your bag. "You're okay. Its okay." You said holding her hand, she was cold, she only seemed to get colder. You did everything you knew to do from your training, this wasn't your first time tying a tourniquet but you knew death when you saw it and she was going to die. There was only so much you could do, after all your evol only "blessed" you with the power to destroy. Not to fix.

Paramedics found you after what felt like an eternity, one of them tried to pry you away, tried to get you into an ambulance. "I'm fine help her." You said trying to get the man to go away, he was persistent, your wounds were easy to cover with your jacket. "Get off of me. Help her." She died holding your hand. You hadn't registered it in your shock.

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Present day

You push all thoughts out of your head about this fight and its parallels to the last. Dwelling would only get you killed.

This fight was quick but the wanderer was strong. It had knocked through you a couple times, your head ached with the effort it took to stay conscious. Your heart sank as you watched the girl fighting alongside you collapse when the wander turned to dust. You crawled your way over to her checking her for any injuries she may have sustained. "You okay?" You asked foolishly.

"Okay enough to live. Glad you're still in one piece." She said with a chuckle as paramedics arrived. The same scene played through your mind again. You shook off paramedics demanding they help her and now they knew better than to try and get you to cooperate. Plus you weren't bleeding. At least not that noticeably.

"I'm going home. Call me when she wakes up." You said limping back to the girls car to drive yourself home.

You leaned on the bathroom wall for support as you peeled off your shirt to inspect the damages, the scarring from the incident years ago just above a new gash in your abdomen. It didn't look like it would kill you. If anything what might kill you were your knees, which felt like they were crumbling with each step you took. The stench of blood hitting your nose nauseated you, you cleaned and bandaged the wound to the best of your ability but you knew you needed a doctor.

Something in you told you to wake him but you didn't. Couldn't.

You slid down the wall with shaking hands as you tried stapling the wound together. There was no choice but to get your husband.

"Zayne.." You called your voice sounding more meek than you wanted it to. He slept on the side away from the bathroom there was no way he'd hear it. "Zayne!" You tried yelling you heard the bed shift as he seemed to wake. "I need your help." You said, voice cracking on your words.

He was on you in a moment, the light from the bathroom seeping into your bedroom as he flung the door open and knelt down beside you. "What is it?" His voice, normally so soft spoken was firm, and serious now. He looked up at the first aid kit on the counter and back down at you. "My love.."

"I didn't know what else to do." You winced when he got to work disinfecting it, it was freezing, you never did good with the cold. You tried to stay still as he bandaged your wound but the chill was in your bones you couldn't stop shaking. "its so.. fucking..cold." You chattered.

"I know love." he said checking you for any other more serious injuries, the bleeding hadn't stopped, you were tired, god you were tired. "No no. Stay awake for me sweetie." he said patting your face gently until your eyes opened up again. "You need a hospital." He stood despite your protests and lifted you gingerly in his arms.

"No. I'm okay. No hospitals. Please." Your head felt heavy as you rested it on his chest. Your eyes closing again for just a moment.

"Lemme see those pretty eyes sweetheart, c'mon, open your eyes."

"I'm S'posed to be mad at you." You murmured as he took you to the car, he set you down, somehow managing to buckle you in without bumping your injuries, He adjusted the mirror so he could make sure you were awake. "M so sleepy..n cold, I'm so cold." He put a hand on your forehead checking for fever, just in case.

"Need you to try and stay awake for me my love. Can you do that for me?" He felt so far away, you nodded and he chided you for a verbal answer.

He asked you so many questions in the car it made your head throb more than it already was. Until he ran out, until he found he couldn't say anything without potentially crying. Zayne couldn't do this again. He wouldn't survive losing another person he loved so dearly.

Your voice took him out of his thoughts and what you said just about shattered his heart. "Do you hate me?" He couldn't ever.

"Quite the contrary sweetie. Love you so much I put a ring on your pretty finger. Eyes." He couldn't bear seeing you cry like this.

"But your so far away all the time.." Neither you nor him can figure out why this is what your so fixated on talking about. "Like you never wanna see me no more."

It's cause I'm petrified at the thought of this exact scenario. Zayne thinks, he barely survived losing her but gods not you. Anyone but you. He would beg the gods for it for the rest of his life so long as you stayed.

He's lifting you up out of the car apologizing under his breath when you cry out in pain, there's nurses rushing to you both.

"I'm sorry I went back. And I'm sorry she's gone. Wasn't s'posed to be like that." You can barely talk and your eyes feel heavy as nurses are helping him put you on a gurney. "Hush now my love, focus on getting better." He says following the nurses inside. He's not used to being the one waiting. The one sitting in the waiting room, trembling in the plastic seats and waiting for something. Anything. He's filling out paperwork he doesn't even remember being handed, coworkers are asking him why he is here, why he is shaking and he waves them off.

He stays that way until he can't stand it anymore. He goes to his office and waits some more. Zayne is enraged but not with you, somehow never with you. He is enraged at himself and the universe and it's cruel ways and the wanderers that dare try and touch you and now especially he is angry at the one that dared to hurt you like this. Your words play back at him. Had he really been so distant with you? He's throwing the papers off his desk with something that could only be described as a roar of pain. He hates that he's the reason those questions graced your mind. He was losing you and it was his fault.

For the first time since she died Zayne's found himself on the floor of his office, papers scattered haphazardly around him, knees tucked to his chest, he's sobbing.

He falls asleep on his office floor waiting for news about you. He's found the next morning by a concerned nurse. She takes him to your room. You're awake, who knows what time it is by now Zayne hadn't bothered to check.

"You have a concussion." He says matter of factly, "As well as a broken rib."

"Are you here as my doctor or my husband." You say looking out the window, you seemed to look directly anywhere but him.

"That depends. Are you more mad at your doctor or your husband." You crack a smile at the dry humor. You always did.

"Well I'm pretty furious with my husband, but I think I told my doctor specifically no hospitals, so they're tied." Zayne reaches out and brushes a hair out of your face.

"You were going to die if I didn't. I couldn't lose you." He says softly.

"You hardly spare me a glance these days. I doubt you'd notice." Even injured your rage seemed to never die out. "But hearing you don't hate me was nice." So you did remember that conversation. Zayne placed his hand over yours, you were still shivering.

"You're still cold?" He pulls a blanket up closer to you, your tempted to smack his hand away. You don't. He's grateful for this, you can see it in his eyes.

"I meant what I said you know. I do love you. Just as much as the day I married you maybe even more. I was scared when you took your hunting job back. I was cowardly and it pushed you away from me instead of keeping you safe." His hand cups your cheek, hands you water from the hospital standard water bottle you were given. "If you decide to keep hunting I understand and I respect-"

"I'm quitting." You interrupted his statement, he seems shocked right back into his seat. "I never wanted to go back. Everyone wanted me to go back. To honor Her. I thought it was the right thing to do. I hate it now. I want a desk job, or a teaching job. I want you. And our routine and I want you holding me to sleep instead of going to bed with a cold note and waking up without you." For a moment he doesn't seem to believe you.

"You don't have to do this my love."

"Going back has done nothing but royally fuck our marriage. I miss what we were. I want it back. I'm so sick of this shit Zayne, getting hurt, watching people die. Getting fuckin' oggled cause everyone knows I was supposed to die." You might as well be babbling nonsense, he listens nonetheless, like he always does.

"So unless they plan to promote me to a job where I command people and I don't go out anymore. I am quitting." You say finally, leaning back on the hospital bed. He nods. This is what he wants, there's no talking you out of this and he knows that much.

"You asked me if I hate you." He speaks matter of factly again, "I never have. Never. I have been extremely unfair to you these past few months and I am so so sorry my love. I was afraid to lose you and instead of dealing with it I pushed you away. I stopped seeing you in front of me." He gets up to kiss you gently. The first in months and oh how you missed his lips on yours. "I will never miss what's right in front of me again."

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You're released from the hospital 3 weeks after this. You made good on your word. Your boss tried to keep you, but you refused. She ended up giving you a promotion, an office job, your status just a step below hers, you went home ever day at nearly 5pm and made dinner and your life went back to semi-normal.

You found Zayne in the kitchen one night getting home late. He holds you close to him, kissing the top of your head gently and swaying the two of you back and fourth in the kitchen. You missed this. You missed him. Everything finally felt right again.

He had you, and you had him, you loved him so deeply it hurt and he never felt so strongly for anyone but you.

Sleepy Moths afterthoughts: so if there's one thing you need to know its that I have to make my angst end well,

one day I'll write angst with a sad ending but today is not gonna be that day. I loved writing this fic so much, I love Zayne so much oh my god i just wanna ewptsdfhjickmaegpluh. (He's not even my main)

anyway its midnight thirty and I am fucking exhausted, goodnight, i hope you all enjoyed this fic <3

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[lillaydee]

Naiveté - My Pompous Sister-Cousin Ruined My Life

Joel Miller (AU) / F Reader

Someone went online to rant about her bad luck.

Inspired by @jolapeno's epistolary dear-uary challenge.

Divider by the fabulous @saradika

WARNINGS: Angst, Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel is a Fucking Idiot. Joel is a Clueless Idiot

@kirsteng42

WORD COUNT: 3510

MASTER LIST

1. Dear Aunt Prue

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Section: Rant

Posted by: ScornedSister1234

My Pompous Sister-Cousin Ruined My Life.

I need to get this out. I literally have no one to talk to about this. I have suffered in silence for 30 years. Well, no more. Strap in people, this will be a long one.

I (F35) grew up with my cousin L (F35). Her parents died and mine took her in. The day before they brought her home, my Mom sat me down and told me I needed to be nice to L. She has no one but us. Being 5, I was just excited to have a sister. She moved in, and we became best friends. Practically sisters. We even introduced ourselves as sisters. We did everything together. Literally inseparable.

School started, and as we grew older it became clearer L was nothing like me. She didn’t like to play or have fun. All she wanted to do was read and study. My friends made fun of her, called her all sorts of names, and when they found out we lived together, they made fun of me too. I had to bear the shame of having such a nerdy sister for so long. I tried to get her to join my friends and I, but she was never interested.

One good thing I’ll say about L is that she knows her place. She helped my Mom around the house and was very quick to offer her services whenever needed. I had no problems with this, until my Mom started saying I should be more helpful too, like L. I got in trouble just because I didn’t do the things she did. My Mom started a household chore chart, but I hated doing them. L didn’t want me to get in trouble, so she did them for me. She was found out, and I got in trouble anyway. You would be hard-pressed to believe she wasn’t the golden child.

I remember when I got my first make up set, we put some on each other’s faces for fun, but she quickly wiped it off hers. She said they made her face itchy. By dinnertime, her face had swollen up like a balloon and was red raw from her scratching. My parents panicked and took her to the hospital. The doctor kept asking her what she put on her face and she kept saying she didn’t put anything on it. They kept her in the hospital that night, doing tests on her, trying to find out what she was allergic to. When the results came out, I got in trouble for putting make-up on her. How was I supposed to know she was allergic? I was 12! And hello, she put some on my face too!

Every time there was a test, she would ace hers. I managed to scrape by, but whenever my parents saw her results they would hug her and treat her to something special. Of course, I didn’t get anything, but Miss Prissy Goody Two Shoes would always beg my parents to get something for me too. And my parents loved her for it. Golden hearted L. What a good girl. I should be more like her.

When she got a full scholarship to Harvard, my Dad acted like she was about to discover the cure for cancer or something. My Mom burst into tears and told her how much her parents would have been proud of her. God. It’s been years. Give it up already. They died years ago. Still dead, last I checked - no matter how many times you mention them. Newsflash Mom, dead people can’t be proud. They don’t feel anything! See? You don’t need to be a doctor to know that! It’s so frustrating! She was put on a pedestal. And I was sick and tired of it.

Do I say any of these things to her? No! Cause she’s an orphan, we mustn’t be mean to her. Cause she’s perfect, but poor her, she’s got no one. We should treat her nice. I did it all, even if my heart was screaming.

She went off to college and came home every few weeks – we lived an hour away. I have to say, I loved not having her around. I thought it was finally peaceful around the house. No perfect Miss L to show me up. But then, my parents made me get a job. I had to get the first job I could get, making pennies. My parents refused to help me buy anything anymore. I’m a grown up now, they told me. I had to find my own way.

When Nell came home for a break, she brought shiny new gadgets with her. She even had the latest iPhone, an iPad and even a MacBook. I was seething. How could my parents buy her those things and not me? Turns out, they didn’t.

It was then I found out. She had a generous trust fund. Her paternal Grandparents were very wealthy, and they set up a trust for her before they died. She never had to worry about starting her life once she graduated. She had money at the ready for a house, a car, tuition - which she did not need to use, living expenses, while I had to work 9 hours a day at a dead end job, scraping by, even while still living with my parents. Why don’t I have access to the same generous trust, you ask? Ah... we’re maternal cousins, and unfortunately, our shared Grandparents didn’t have two pennies to rub together.  

I tried to reason with my parents that she should give us some of the money, since they took her in. Apparently, the trust had been paying for her expenses since her parents passed. No wonder she had every opportunity at her feet. I could be where she is too if I had the money. My parents told me that the trust doesn’t give her the money, they get sent a receipt or something, I don’t really understand, and they reimburse her. You would think she would share the wealth, but no… she kept it all to herself, the self-important bitch. It would break the rules of the trust, my Mom said, and Prissy Miss L could never break the rule. Never mind that the person who had to give up her life as a single child was taking the bus to work and counting pennies every month.

It was humiliating. I was left alone, looking like a loser with no prospects, while she was flying high, well on her way to be a doctor. She was all everyone could talk about. My friends from high school, the very ones who used to make fun of her, began looking up to her. Suddenly this nerd they used to laugh at was an admirable person. People began telling their children to look to L. Be like L.

L, L, L, L, L.

But… she’s still my sister. So I kept it all bottled up inside. I had to accept the truth. She is the kindest, most sincere, most empathetic person I know. And despite my annoyance of her perfection, she is my best friend in the whole wide world, and I love her. She is perfect, even I had to admit that. In all areas, save for one.

Just because she’s smart and kind, doesn’t mean she’s very… socially aware. She seems to be very confused when it comes to men. She couldn’t seem to grasp that she, as a woman, is lacking. She’s too career oriented, too bookish, too proper.

Too boring.

The men she fell for has been, so far, way out of her league. Not to be mean, but she’s plain and dowdy. No way they would want her. I tried to warn her, get her to take better care of herself, so she would have a chance. But she never listens. Men after men after men. I tried to talk her up to these men, but they always ended up falling for me instead. It broke my heart to break it to her, but the heart wants what it wants, and before you guys go for me, let me tell you this - she always seemed to be okay with it.

How do I know she was okay with it? Because she introduced me to my husband, E (M38). He’s a heart surgeon at the hospital she works at. He’s very sweet, treated me well and took very good care of me. He proposed after only a year of dating, and we had an amazing marriage. He took me places I’d never even dreamed of, I finally got to go places, he bought me nice things, moved me into his amazing house, it was a dream. I didn’t even have to lift a finger. He hired someone to do it all, just so I could rest and be pampered the way I deserve. He called me his princess and showered me with gifts and basically gave me the world.

A few months ago, I decided to visit L. She’s a successful surgeon now, always working. I don’t get to see her as often as I’d like. When I arrived, her neighbour, J (M36), was fixing her faucet. He was a very good looking man. And I could tell immediately she’s into him. I can’t believe it. She’s doing it again. She’s going after a man who is way out of her league. This man is a man’s man… a manly man. He should be worshipped and treated like the king that he is. And L? She was far too busy and career-oriented to give him what he needed. I could only shake my head at her blindness. Poor L. Always wanting something she couldn’t have. But what could I do? She never learns.

A month later, I caught my husband kissing the widower next door. It was disgusting. I filed for divorce and immediately left the house. I had nowhere to go, so I went to L’s. She had the space, and it wasn’t as if she was always home anyway. We had moved a few hours flight away from our parents by then. She listened to me as I cried and told me I could stay for as long as I needed.

Because she was so busy, I spent a lot of time with J. He’s a good listener and was always willing to help. We fell for each other. It was inevitable. But my husband was delaying the divorce. He refused to even sign the papers. So J and I kept our love for each other quiet. Guys he’s the perfect man. He never hesitated to come lend a hand and ear, and most important of all, a shoulder to cry on. He’s so understanding, so empathetic, he’s just… perfect. I don’t think I have ever been in love like that before. I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life with J.  

About a month ago, after 2 months of being in denial and fighting the divorce, E finally signed the papers. I was so happy. It means J and I could make our relationship public. We could finally be a real couple. I saw him get some flowers delivered, I knew he was planning something for us that night. So I got all dressed up for a night out and just before we left for the date, J finally kissed me. It was the perfect kiss. I felt like I was soaring on cloud nine.

Here’s where everything went wrong. L saw the kiss and suddenly got all heartbroken about it. She went inside, packed a bag and left, and no one has heard from her since. And the sad thing? She was all dressed up! For some odd reason, she thought J was taking HER out! And then had the audacity to get all butthurt when she misunderstood?

It wouldn’t have been a problem – it’s not my fault she had deluded herself into an imaginary date with J. Except, J, the sweet, soft, kind-hearted soul that he is, felt sorry for her, and tried to coax her instead. He went into her house and followed her around as she packed her bag, telling her that we just fell in love. It just happened, that he didn’t do it to hurt her. L kept quiet and just left. He then told me he shouldn’t have kissed me in L’s presence, that he had always known that L had an unrequited crush on him, and that he needed time to figure out what to do about L, to let her down gently. He needed to, they live next door to each other. It would be weird for me to move in with him with her being all heartbroken next door. So we have put everything on pause since then, so that L could come to terms with reality better.

But ever since L left, J changed. To this day, he mopes around, waiting on his porch for her to come back, calling and texting her over and over. He went to all the neighbours asking if they had heard from her, even going so far as going to the hospital she works at and waited for her there in his free time, leaving me hanging.

And I don’t know how, but E and my parents found out about what happened, and shockingly, they took L’s side. I tried to explain that whatever they had heard were lies, but they hung up on me. They refused to take my calls, and J was a shell of the person that he was. He refused to pick up where we left off, too worried about what L would do if we did.

So now, I am still living at L’s, and I have nothing. E cut off any access I had to his accounts, and because of the prenup, I would be getting nothing in the divorce. My parents had blocked me, and I have no money to go home. My friends have deserted me, too worried about betraying E despite what he did. L has, so far, still granted me access to her delivery account, so I will at least be able to eat, but I don’t know how long I have before she cuts me off too.

I cannot believe she would do this to me. I cannot believe she would make this about her. I cannot believe she would paint herself as the victim, when it was her delusions that made her all heartbroken, taking everyone I care about with her. After 30 years living as sisters. My parents took her in when she had no one, and I was always nice to her. And this is how she repays me?

I don’t know where I will go from here, I don’t know how I am going to survive. I begged E to help me, but he kept blocking me everywhere. God knows how long I will have access to this phone, he might take my name out of his plan too. I don’t know what to do. I feel so alone.

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Top Comments:

User08356

Waah waah waah… me… me… me… God, do you even hear yourself woman?

DandyLion

Oh My God. I don’t have to meet this woman to know I don’t like her. She just happens to end up with all the guys L liked? And just happened to find her husband kissing the widower next door after meeting J? Sure, ScornedSister1234, the stupidest of us believe you.

KittyLady

I have never had the urge to hammer some common sense into someone’s head so much. Except the common sense might come in the shape of hot, molten lava.

User28574

Lady, go sell your stupid somewhere else. We’re all stocked up here.

UnmentionedDaughter

To all the commenters, listen up. I am J’s daughter. That’s right. J has a daughter. Did ScornedSister1234 forget to mention me? Oh, that’s right. She doesn’t even know my actual name, despite being told so many times. She claimed to be so in love with my Dad, who by the way, is not into her AT ALL, yet, forgot to mention that he has a teenage daughter. Also, she had not so subtly suggested for my Dad to send me to live on my uncle’s ranch so that he didn’t have to worry about taking care of me. Subtle, NELL. As if he would ever. He didn’t dump me when my egg-donor left, he would never do that now. He’s a father first, and if you had actually tried to get your vapid head out of your ass, you would realize that.

I was really going to keep quiet, but she smeared my favourite person apart from my Dad, uncle and aunt to the world. So I am not holding back.

FYI, you can listen to L’s version of the story here – skip to 32:44, the Dear Aunt Prue section.

This woman is straight up lying. My Dad is not into her. He’s just a kind man who doesn’t know how to say NO (I know, I gave him a hard time about it, don't worry). This man will help just about anyone, even a deranged woman like Nell. And that day he had flowers delivered? He was taking L out for dinner. It was her birthday. Not this deranged woman. L.

L is the woman my Dad is crazy about. He’s been in love with her ever since the day we moved in. And that kiss she mentioned? He didn’t kiss her. She attacked him – just surged and kissed him. He pushed her away immediately by the way, and I swear I could see him almost gag. How do I know this? Because my Dad was standing not even two steps in front of me, all ready to take L out, and this shameless woman came over all dressed up, asking my Dad to take her out to celebrate her divorce instead.

If you listen to L’s version, you will find out that Nell has been stealing men from under L all their lives (seriously, go listen to it). And reading this, I now know why. She’s just a bitter nobody who is angry the little girl her family took in, the one who supposedly had nothing and no one is doing so much better in life than she is. And here she is, badmouthing L (who is the loveliest, coolest person EVER by the way) while still LIVING IN HER HOUSE, feeding herself with L’s delivery account! Oh, and you’d think she’d be eating on the cheap, right? Nope. I saw a man deliver from a freaking steakhouse last night! Shameless much, Nell?

Oh, and if you’re worried about money, how about you come out of L’s house, live in the real world and get a job!

L, if you read this, please call Dad. He’s miserable without you. I miss you. Dad misses you. Please, L, come back. Give him a chance to explain. Please. I’m begging you.

Edit: Oh my God ladies! Stop asking for my Dad’s number! He wants L! No one else! Sheesh!

MrsDrJr

NELL, it’s me, your neighbour? Your ex-friend? I’m here to set things straight about E and the widower next door.

That widower is an 83 year old woman with dementia. She gets confused sometimes and thinks every kind man around her is her late husband. These men, most of whom are doctors, give her a small peck on the cheek sometimes when she gets confused to appease her, hold her hand and take her on walks around her garden every now and again. Nell knows this. Everyone knows this. So no, she didn’t leave her husband because he was cheating. After listening to the section at the link UnmentionedDaughter provided, coupled with the fact that she couldn’t stop yapping about her sister’s hot contractor neighbour since that day she visited, I am convinced she just left dear, kind, hardworking E for J just because she could see L liked him, and that it was reciprocated.

By the way, I also know L, I met her at some work/charity events a few times, as well as the hospital's Christmas parties. UnmentionedDaughter is right, L really is everything she mentioned and oh-so-badass. She’s the woman I want my daughters to grow up to be. She saved my daughter’s life, so I and all of my family and friends would go scorched earth to defend L. So yeah, stop with the lies, and lay on the bed you made, NELL.

User94587

Hey, I saw this post going viral, but there’s nothing here? Can someone tell me where I can get the content?

User17345

She deleted it. Got so much flak and hatred. Dumbo thought people would actually side with her. SMH.

User08966

God, I came back here to see if there’s an update. What a mess. Did UnmentionedDaughter ever update? Did J and L get together?

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3. "911, What's Your Emergency?"

[awardenandacrow]

SNIPPET 44

[Naimeryn has a favor to ask of Teia]

CW/TW: strong language, brief suggestive themes.

NOTE: thanks to @ / manilamanzo on Threads for helping me finally find a unique endearment, in Italian, for Lucanis to use for Naimy. Any snippets where he calls her “mi Vida” will be updated in time muahahaha.

ALSO NOTE: This snippet falls chronologically sometime after The Scene They Cut (I believe this was Snippet 11, but I’ll edit the post if I’m wrong). There’s a hint who Naimy’s dad is in this snippet. Comment if you catch it ;)

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“Teia,” Naimeryn sidled up to her, lowering her voice. “Can I talk to you for a second? It’s for a.. personal matter.”

“Oooh, consider me intrigued,” she flashed her most winsome smile. “Vi, entertain the boys for a bit.”

“You know that can *only* be bad for you, right?” Viago asked Lucanis as Teia swept Naimeryn away, towards the stairs to her private quarters. Naimeryn flushed and hoped Lucanis did not believe him.

“I assume… everyone knows, then?” She mumbled.

Teia linked her arm through hers and gave her hand a little squeeze.

“He was *not* subtle when he stole you away from the celebration,” she laughed. “Tell me, where did you go? What did you do? I must know *everything!*”

Embarrassment was not the only warmth that spread through Naimeryn. She had spent so many years all alone — even after finally befriending Amaya and Greta, they’d been gone from Weisshaupt more often than not. But now… now she had so many people who cared and were interested in being around her, in hearing her stories, in talking with her. The team, Antoine, Evka, Isabela… she was so grateful Teia was one of them.

As they settled together onto Teia’s couch, Naimeryn recounted the events at the river with flushed cheeks and a fluttering heart, unsure if it was okay to be detailed, but too aware of her captive audience to hold back. The two women laughed and giggled and squealed, Teia expressing congratulations and excitement on her behalf. Naimeryn thought again of all of the friends she now had who supported her in this, were *happy* for her, and for Lucanis. She buried her face in her hands, smiling so hard her face hurt.

“Ah, it is good to see you so happy,” Teia told her. “When we met, you were such a dejected little thing. And as I got to know you, as someone who also came from nothing… well, I’m just glad you found each other in this great big mess.”

“But, I have directed the conversation entirely in the direction *I* desired,” she said, leaning back. “What was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

Naimeryn pulled her hands away from her face, nerves fluttering in her stomach. She took a deep breath. “He called me something that night. Something in Antivan, and I don’t know a word of it. I know it would be difficult to find the time amidst —“

She waved her hand vaguely in the air. “— all this. But I was wondering if, maybe… you could help me learn Antivan?”

“*Stop*,” Teia gasped, beginning to laugh. She became deadly serious again just as quickly. “It is too sweet, I may perish. I think this is an excellent plan! When we are through, Lucanis will not know what hit him.”

“Yeah?” Naimeryn grinned what felt like from ear to mangled ear. “You’ll do it?”

“Of course!” Teia opened her arms and waved her hands towards herself, and Naimeryn accept d her embrace. “It will be my pleasure.”

“Davrin, I’m telling you, you have a deathwish!” They heard Lucanis shout.

“Oops,” Naimeryn giggled. “Hangry Davrin is *no* fun.”

A banging at the door. “Rook, if you make me miss out on the khatchipuri while it’s hot, I *will* throw you into the Deep Roads myself!”

Teia and Naimeryn burst out laughing, and Viago opened the door to allow the other two entrance. Lucanis looked just as nervous as Viago had told him he needed to be, poor thing. Davrin scowled at her with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I forgot it’s khatchipuri night,” Naimeryn said to Teia, patting her friend on the arm as she stood. “I will willingly throw *myself* into the Deep Roads if I miss it.”

“We must have Bellara here to make it for us one night,” Teia said, standing as well. “I find I am quite curious.”

“It is good,” Lucanis told her. Without thinking much of it, Naimeryn had wandered right over to him and wound her fingers through his. He looked a bit surprised, but closed his hand quickly around hers, as though he thought she’d change her mind. *No chance.* She fought the urge to lay her head onto his shoulder. They hadn’t really talked about what they were and weren’t comfortable with just yet.

“Yes, good. So let’s go. Before we don’t get any,” Davrin said impatiently, waving them back out of Teia’s door.

“All right, all right,” Naimeryn laughed. “We’re going!”

“Rook, wait,” Teia dragged her back, whispering into her good ear. “What did he call you? I’m dying to know.”

Naimeryn was sure she’d somehow mispronounce it, but she would never forget the way his voice had sounded when he said it. “Oh, forgive my pronunciation, but I believe it was ‘mia fiamma?’”

Teia blinked at her, and she thought maybe she was remembering wrong. Then a slow, knowing smile spread across Teia’s face.

“What?” Naimeryn asked. “What does it mean?”

“Naimeryn Surana Thorne, if you don’t get your ass down these stairs I’m going to sling you over my shoulder!” Davrin’s shout made her jump out of her skin.

“Who the *fuck* told you my middle name?!” She shouted, spinning to start down the stairs after him, Lucanis’s laugh mingling with their continued bickering. Naimeryn would not find out what Lucanis had called her that night. As the three of them disappeared down the stairs, Viago put his arm around Teia’s shoulders.

“Lucanis calls her *his flame,*” she smirked up at him. Viago thought for a moment, then nodded.

“Suitable, for a woman out to kill *gods.* Someone strong enough to destroy anything in her path.”

“*And,*” Teia rolled her eyes at him, not surprised he thought everything was about the fight, “someone who can shine light into the darkness, illuminate the path ahead, warm the loneliness away.”

“Romantic,” Viago scowled. “I suppose you *do* have his number better than I.”

“I love when you admit I’m better at something than you are,” Teia laughed, and soundly knocked her door shut with her hip.

[sillyhanako]

୧﹒cw﹕kaiser x gn!reader, established relationship, reader knows kaiser before the neo egoist league

୧﹒wc﹕706

As the final whistle pierced the air, signaling the end of an intense battle, the players collapsed onto the ground, utterly spent yet undeniably satisfied. Their bodies ached, but their spirits soared, having pushed themselves to the brink in pursuit of victory. With weary smiles, they exchanged glances —an strengthened bond forged in the heat of competition and shared struggle.

but none of that mattered to you right now. you were beyond spent, you wished nothing but rest. Oh how your bed looks so charming right now... the match felt like a warzone with everyone fighting each other, regardless of whether they were allies or opponents. They were all driven by their egos, each trying to score a goal and be the center of attention.

Sure, you are one of those players, but we don't talk about that - The only goal on your mind was to muster up every last bit of your energy to make your way to your room, and the blue lock layout did not make it easier - seriously, at this point it should be called the Blue Maze! But alas, you managed to feel the welcoming embrace of your chamber once again. However, you must resist the temptation! You reek of sweat, and staying any second longer drenched like this will drive you mad. A shower could solve all of your problems.

Stepping under the hot water, a wave of warmth enveloped you, soothing your sore muscles and washing away the fatigue from the match. The steam curled around you, creating a soft veil that blurred the shower glass. Closing your eyes, you let the hot water cascade over your head, down your back, and pool around your feet. It felt like a much-needed reset, each droplet rinsing away the remnants of competition and reviving your spirit.

After ensuring that you only smelled your favorite scent, you put on a matching black robe that KAISER

had bought for the both of you. As you dried your hair, you scrolled through Instagram posts, casually liking your teammates close friends' only stories.

Finally resting on your bed was supposed to be a euphoric feeling, but you can't help but feel like something's missing, the bed feels way too empty for your liking. You gotta do something about this...

Knock. knock.

"Ness, i told you to leave me alo-"

"Open na noor."

you werent left standing as in mere seconds the door opened, he only knew one person who would knock at his door forty five minutes after the match ended, and it was you. It was opened with a kaiser that was smiling softly at you, a contrast to his previous sour demeanor.

"Ah [name]? What a pleasant suprise, but you usually text me before coming over, no?"

he opened the door wider and stepped aside for you to come in. The room smelled just like his signature fragrance, and they way its customized just screams him, he has his laptop open playing today's match, a casual routine for him to improve his performance.

You ploped down head first into the mattress with his scent filling up your wind pipes, his pillows were all too familiar. you finally knew what was the missing piece that kept you restless, him.

Its safe to say you both reached a point in your relationship were you couldnt sleep without eachother. " my phones almost out of charge, you dont mind right? " you looked up at his form who was going in a beeline towards you "what do you mean i dont mind? weve been together for 3 years im more than okay with your presence besides mine." He knew by your tone what you wanted at this moment.

so he got over his side of the bed (even though its technically his bed) and gently lifted the blanket over your legs and pulled it over the both of you. Its was usually you who spoons him, hugging him to your chest while you scratched his head but perhaps it was fine to swipe the roles from time to time, taking turns pampering the other person sounded nice. however right now youd like to preserve the thinking for an other time and instead enjoy nuzzling into your boyfriend's chest.

[kathlare]

fast times

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In the middle of a busy day at the McLaren motorhome, Lando Norris stumbles upon Amelie Dayman’s latest music video release. What starts as a casual watch quickly turns into something else entirely as he realizes just how much has changed—and how much hasn’t.

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Warnings: kinda mature content

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February 25th, 2022 - Barcelona, Spain

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ameliedayman: fast times song/video are out now ❤️‍🔥

i’m always told how fast life goes and to make sure i really live it to the absolute fullest and appreciate the moment I’m presently in, cause we don’t get any rewrites- so i wrote this to remind myself of that and hopefully this song makes you feel that way too.

too many people to thank that help my silly little visions come to life!! so i put them in this scroll

go stream go watch go go go fast fast fast

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madisonbeer: fast fast fast but why does time slow down when I’m staring at u? 🤨 → ameliedayman: @madisonbeer girl be so serious rn 😭

fan1: BLONDE AMELIE SUPREMACY IS BACKKK 🔥🔥🔥 → fan2: @fan1 we won but at what cost 😭 brunetties stay losing

fan3: "fast times" ?? nah cause i’ve been stuck on this post for 3 hours 😭

shawnmendes: this song is actually insane. proud of u always 🤍 → fan13: @shawnmendes SHAWN??? OH WE REALLY IN THE 2014 TIMELINE HUH

stelladayman: so this is what ur hair actually looks like huh?? wild. → ameliedayman: @stelladayman i KNOW u didn’t just expose me like that 😭

jackdayman: i’ve only ever known brunette amelie. who is this stranger. → ameliedayman: @jackdayman don’t be dramatic omg 😩

fan14: the fact that this is just the beginning of the wicked era… we’re so not ready 😭 → fan15: @fan14 nope. we’re DONE. i already feel overwhelmed 😵‍💫

fan9: SHES SO BLONDE. SHES SO HOT. SHES SO TALENTED. HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE GOD’S FAVORITE???

fan5: brunettes just took a major L… but I’m lowkey okay with it 😩 → fan6: @fan5 she didn’t just go blonde, she returned home 🫡

fan7: nah cause she just casually changed her whole identity and dropped a BANGER?? 😭🔥 → fan8: @fan7 glinda era is gonna be dangerous i fear 😳

taylorswift: my pop princess era queen!!! this is a BANGER 👑🔥 → ameliedayman: @taylorswift ur the reason i write songs so. crying now.

florencepugh: the song? the video? the hair? the serve is too strong 😵‍💫 → ameliedayman: @florencepugh ur approval is all i ever needed 😭

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The McLaren motorhome in Barcelona was buzzing with activity as the team prepared for another round of testing. Engineers were going over data, mechanics were discussing car setup, and drivers were in and out of briefings. Lando had just finished a long debrief with his engineers, his body still thrumming with adrenaline from his last stint in the car.

He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head before grabbing his phone. His group chat with Max and a few other friends had been popping off for the last ten minutes, all of them sending the same link over and over again.

Bro, have you seen this??? No fucking way she did that Holy shit, blonde suits her TOO much

Lando furrowed his brows, clicking on the link. It redirected him to YouTube. The thumbnail alone was enough to knock the air out of his lungs.

Amelie Dayman - "Fast Times" (Official Music Video)

He felt his stomach flip. This was her debut music video. He knew she had been working on her music for years, but he hadn’t actually paid attention to when her first song would drop.

And fuck. She looked stunning. Even in just the thumbnail, she looked unfairly good. Her big green eyes, her lips slightly parted, that undeniable presence she always had on screen. Lando swallowed and tapped play.

The video started with Amelie as a brunette—her hair just the way he remembered it, cascading over her shoulders, looking effortlessly beautiful. The opening shot was cinematic, her sitting in the driver's seat of a car, sunglasses perched on her nose. The song kicked in, upbeat and confident, her voice dripping with charm.

Lando barely registered the lyrics, too caught up in the visuals. And then—

Blonde.

His grip on the phone tightened as Amelie appeared again, but this time her hair was golden, flowing in loose waves, framing her face like she had stepped straight out of a dream. His jaw slackened, heart stuttering in his chest.

What the fuck.

She looked insane. Like, painfully, achingly beautiful. His brain short-circuited trying to process it.

Lando felt heat creep up his neck, his pulse pounding in his ears. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, pressing his lips together as the music video continued. Every shot of her blonde, confident, untouchable—it did something to him.

His mouth felt dry. His palms were clammy against his phone.

She had always been beautiful—he knew that. He had been obsessed with her back when she was brunette, back when she was his. But this?

This was something else entirely.

She looked unreal. Ethereal. And so fucking hot.

Lando sucked in a sharp breath, shifting in his seat. His racing suit suddenly felt way too tight, the fabric pressing against his body in all the wrong ways. He had to blink a few times, drag a hand down his face to try and snap himself out of it.

But the video just kept going.

There was a scene where Amelie was leaning against a car, twirling a lollipop between her fingers, lips slightly pursed in a way that made his mind spiral. Another where she walked through a hallway, her hips swaying, her confidence radiating off the screen. And the final shot? She tilted her head, staring straight into the camera, lips curling into the smallest, cockiest smirk—like she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

—Fucking hell,— he muttered under his breath, adjusting himself in his seat.

This was bad.

Lando didn’t know how long he sat there, phone still in his hand, screen frozen on the last frame of the video. His heart was beating way too fast. His head was spinning. His lower stomach felt tight, hot, needy in a way that he really didn’t need right now.

He swallowed, clearing his throat, trying to will the feeling away. But it wasn’t going anywhere.

He needed to do something about it.

With one last glance around the motorhome, making sure no one was paying him any attention, he pushed himself up from his chair and made his way to his driver's room. His legs felt heavy, stiff, as he walked down the hallway. He barely registered the greetings from the team members he passed, only nodding in response before slipping inside and locking the door behind him.

His chest rose and fell in deep breaths as he leaned against the door for a second, squeezing his eyes shut.

This was insane. He shouldn’t be reacting like this.

Amelie wasn’t his anymore.

But fuck, she had to know what she was doing. She had to know how good she looked.

With a low groan, he pushed off the door and ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply.

Yeah. He was gonna need a few minutes.

[yyaktayak]

Chapter 1💌

tags !! : @uceyliyahh @charmed-dreamssss @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account

DAMIAN X KEOIR

Kemani Keoir August .

keorithescientist: I just felt except you're not good for anyone .

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-Kemani's Pov .

I sighed as I walked into work I'm a quiet human being.. truth be told but everyone at work knew who I was..

not for good reasons tho.

They know me due to the fact I used to go with Young Thug but he dogged me the wrong way and I've even scared to love ever since especially after I held this dumb ass nigga down for years.. but it's whatever .

Im a physical Therapist at WWE the only experienced one truth be told . my bestfriend is Michin she's been my girl since day1 and I love her for it it's nice working with your bestfriend

The work is fulfilling, though, and the best part is that I get to do it alongside my best friend, Michin. She's been my ride-or-die since forever, and I'm lucky to have her in this crazy world of wrestling.

As I finished up with a client, I heard footsteps approach, and then the sound of a knock on my door.

Lyke Kaien Martinez

-Damian Priest

I walked down the hallway with Jey Uso, who was favoring his leg. He'd taken a rough spill in the ring, and now he needed some help to get back to 100%. I knew where we needed to go.

"Let's see Kemani," I said to Jey, who was giving me a look like I was sending him straight to the dentist. "She's the best. Trust me, you'll be back to normal in no time."

Jey muttered something under his breath but limped alongside me as we made our way to her office. When we reached the door, I knocked lightly before pushing it open, trying not to disrupt her too much.

"Hey, K," I greeted her with a nod. "You know Jey Right?, he needs some work on that leg. I told him you'd take care of it."

Jey gave me a side glance, but I could tell he was relieved to see her. The quiet confidence Kemani gave off was unmistakable. It was clear she knew her stuff.

I leaned against the doorframe, watching as she assessed Jey's injury. Something about the way she carried herself—calm, professional, no-nonsense—made me respect her instantly

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[angelyuji]

stepbro what're you doinggg

sorry im like super behind on a lot of my classes cuz i was super sick the past couple days so i think im losing my mind (fun fact: absolutely bombed an exam i thought i did well on so fuck me ig)

a lot of you are fans of my step/fauxcest peter and caleb stuff so i wanna write more for my silly little freaks (both you guys and them) to add some variety ill be doing some stepdad stuff becuz... i can... so ive written for 4 characters and ill be posting them each day or so after some final touchesss teehee so enjoy this one!!

18+!!!! minors dni!!!!!

"bully" reader x "victim" stepbro!peter parker (all adults in this fic!!)

tw // yandere, stepcest, noncon, peter is a little lying shit, bullying, general yandere/toxic shit!!! (lmk if im missing anything pls)

"how many times have i told you to be nice to him?" may and your father glare at you as peter stands behind them, watching you carefully.

"he started it!" you point at peter with a glare. your dad rolls his eyes and may sighs, disappointed.

"(y/n), even the school told us you've been bullying peter." you stay silent, “getting him shoved into lockers? stealing his things? throwing food at him? anything ringing a bell?” your dad reads off the letter from the school.

you stand, indignant, "he was telling his friends that we're dating! he's spreading rumors, so yeah! maybe i did “bully” him, but he's a lying sack of shit that deserves it." you seethe, practically spitting at peter.

your dad gives you a disapproving stare at your last few words, but may's eyes widen as she turns to peter, "is that true, peter?"

peter stutters, eyes flickering between the three of you, "i didn't- i would never-"

your dad raises a hand, making peter pause, "peter. we need the truth. all may and i want is for the two of you to a family."

peter hesitates before sighing, dejectedly, "i used to have a crush on (y/n). i was just telling a couple of my friends about it. someone must've heard wrong." he trails off, but seeing his aunt's bewildered expression continues, "i don't anymore! just you know... i did."

"no! he's lying!" you try to defend yourself, but may exhales in relief and your father looks at you, disappointed once more.

"(y/n), this could've been solved easily if you had just talked it out with your step-brother." you try to speak, but he talks over you, "go to your room. i'm so disappointed in you." you scoff and stomp off. you hear may lecturing peter about letting rumors spread and you slam the door closed.

night falls and the house was quiet once more. you lay in bed, letting your tears fall freely. your window squeaks and you sit up, startled.

"i told you no one would take your side, (y/n)." he speaks, voice muffled by the mask.

"get out of my room, peter." you spit, teeth clenched. he scoffs. "just cause i said i wouldn't tell them about spider-man, doesn't mean i won't scre-" your words get caught off in shock as webs plaster your mouth shut.

“god, shut the fuck up, (y/n).” peter pulls off his mask, annoyance clear on his face. he steps closer and you scooch back in your bed. your back hits the headboard and you eye the door, seeing if you could make it. before you could react, peter was on top of you, forcing you onto your back. he kisses down your neck and presses his lips to your collarbone. his tongue drags across your skin, forcing a whimper from you. he pulls your waist closer to his, pressing himself against you. peter whispers into the deepening kiss, “don’t bother trying to run, (y/n). you don’t have the power here… i do.”

[owo-writing-man]

Me: telling a childhood memory

My singlet friend:

"I'm usually honored if you tell me stuff no one else has heard. Rn I'm scared"

"I remember things, unlike you"

"I'm just processing all you said"

"No. No I don't need to hear that again"

"Ooh ohh. A swing and a miss"

(I told them I was posting this and they went "Damn I'm so fucking funny. Fuck I'm a genius. What would you do without me? Probably not tell that story")

[merakiui]

For the ask game: 🧃🎱🥝

Thank you for asking~~~

(ask game)

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

Personal lore....... this one is kind of silly and fun. When I was in elementary, I couldn't afford the fancy stationery that a lot of my classmates had. A lot of my school supplies and uniforms were very obviously secondhand, and I used to be bullied for being poor. So I started trading my best pens and markers and whatnot for the glitter stationery or the ones with popular characters on it. I became the number one trader (???) in the grade. For better understanding, this is basically book 3 of twst when Azul has all of the contracts LOL. I was so good at it that a friend of mine would always tell classmates, "If you ever want to make a deal [for the best stationery], you should go to Meraki." T_T

I will admit a lot of my stock was acquired through shady means (the absolute worst deals imaginable for my classmates, but it got me pretty pens and stationery), but when you're running a business you need to be decisive and annoyingly quick-witted. I still remember I gave one kid a countdown before they could truly think over the deal (and the fact that it was not in their favor whatsoever).

I was such a ruthless businessman...... "so kind and fair," they said, and I scammed them with a smile. Forgive me, classmates. I just wanted to be cool and look rich. ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) I was on that Azul Ashengrotto grind.

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats

Here they are! That word count is about to go way up once halloweenie is posted....... :^)

🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told?

Not usually, no! The most recent lie I told was to myself. It was "yes, I can pull Crowley's card, Azul's birthday card, and Jade's club card" and I know for a fact that is probably not possible unless I sacrifice my organs to the great gacha gods in exchange for luck. :,)

[convoy-system]

i dont want to keep posting about this, but rat made some very serious allegations against me and i feel the need to address them because this isnt just me being bullied, these are serious fucking accusations to be posting about me without any proof.

1. i addressed the racism allegations with my bait blog when i apologized for both it and my diss-misinfo blog. the racism allegations were about me roleplaying as a hispanic alter, a quackity introject. key note: I AM HISPANIC, and all of the race-related jokes id roleplay the alter making were the same jokes the real life quackity makes about himself, a hispanic person.

2. i do believe organized abuse is real. i had some really shitty and fakeclaim-y views on organized abuse and the ramcoa community when i was running diss-misinfo, but again, i addressed that briefly in my diss-misinfo apology post. its in my pinned.

3. again with bringing up the bait blog. ive addressed this already.

4. this one is what made me make this post. i want to make it crystal fucking clear, i do not abuse animals. im not fond of animals due to allergies and sensory issues, as well as trauma, but i do not fucking abuse them. i believe rat is falsely extrapolating this accusation from me discussing how, AS A CHILD, i was forced to care for multiple large breed untrained dogs that i could not handle. this was an abusive tactic from my mother. i was not abusing the dogs, i was BEING abused by having their care placed in my hands as a child whose extremely averse to dogs. i simply wasnt able to keep up with their care, and i lived in pet waste for many years growing up.

5. i was in a severe derealization episode when i told someone that they werent real. i was in active crisis and didnt believe anyone was real. i had to ask my roommate to tell me where i was and what year it was before i could even begin to ground. i also apologized privately to the person who i said wasnt real for the incident.

6. i have no fucking idea who this is about. thats fucking horrific. i, and i hope this is obvious, DO NOT SUPPORT SEXUAL ASSAULT??? im not friends with anyone from my old anti endo group, so whoever the fuck youre on about, i most likely dont talk to them anymore.

7. the slur was tranny. im transgender. i use it for myself.

8. the rest of the post is just the same shit i dont feel the need to address too deeply. me interacting with blogs that commonly syscourse while i was running my zain-syscourse blog is not a crazy thing for me to do.

stop trying to paint me as some supervillain. i was a hurt kid who was lashing out via syscourse, but im not evil. im not on some mastermind plan now to dupe all the endos, ive just changed and i want to exist in peace. if you wanna bully me then fine, your group can tag me in "hawk tuah" posts all day long. but do NOT accuse me of serious fucking crimes like animal abuse, especially because we BOTH know theres no evidence.

- nick