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mittensmorgul · 4 years ago

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For anyone interested in long-term residence in the supernatural fandom, please have some observations I’ve made over the decade I’ve been here. Take it or leave it as you will, but I’ve found all of this info useful over the years I’ve been here.

I wrote this yesterday, and it achieved its mission of identifying the sort of folks who would react negatively to it (i.e. a lot of block lists have been updated), so now that it’s been edited for content, it’s going under a cut (because that is how we do things on tumblr in general, unless we have a deliberate purpose for annoying readers with excessively long text posts) for the sake of people who actually do care about the fandom and its history. If that’s not you or your reason for being here, then keep on keeping on with your own thing, I guess. For those who are interested, there’s a lot of fandom resources some of us have been building for years that you might enjoy knowing about.

First off, I’ve been informed by a few friends who’ve read through this for coherency’s sake that it sort of reads like a *shakes cane from porch* fandom grandma complaint, but honestly... I earned this rocking chair and goshdangit imma rock now. So apologies for any “back in my day” vibes or faint aroma of tiger balm this post might give off. Then again, it’s loosely based on a similar post from 2012 so like... time is a flat circle anyway I guess.

1. There is no such thing as “tumblr famous,” unless you’re referring to the hilarious and delightful fic of the same name (please go read it, you will cackle). Posting Hot Takes for imaginary Clout™ on this site is kind of pointless in the long run. Sure you can post solely for the sake of stirring shit and getting notes, but the majority of the folks who do aren’t long term residents of the fandom. They’re just tourists moving through our little beach town for spring break. If you’re actually intent on moving to this corner of the fandom for an extended stay, please bother to really feel out the permanent residents and understand the culture and general mood of the neighborhood. It bears no resemblance to whatever’s going on across town where all the bars and beach parities are happening, and those loud, drunken revelers are, again, gonna disappear back to their regular lives or on to the next party eventually. That doesn’t mean the fandom is dying, it’s just evolving.

(funny how I had several comments implying that I’m just trying to keep the fandom from evolving with this post, because I sincerely do want the fandom to continue on for years to come, and that is impossible without evolution. We can evolve without self-immolating, though. mostly i included point 1 for an excuse to push ancient but hilarious fanfic on you.)

2. Once you post something here, it’s been unleashed to the fandom winds. You never know where it will end up, or who will comment on it or add to it. Remember that time Misha tweeted the link to the Epic Cockles Love Story post? No? It was wild. That was 2012. They all know we’re here, and how to find us if they want to. Please don’t take it to their doorsteps.

Obviously if someone is being a dick on your posts, please feel free to block them, but the whole entire point of this site is to engage people with your posts. Being big mad that someone reblogged your post with comments or supporting evidence, or happy headcanons or “HECK THIS IS GREAT BECAUSE (insert personal story about their experience or whatever else made them Feel Things about your post)” is frankly ridiculous. If your goal is to avoid any sort of engagement with your posts, then maybe try instagram instead. From what I understand, there is a SPN fandom presence there, and nobody can tarnish your original posts with unwanted commentary. But the ability to reblog with additional commentary is a FEATURE of tumblr that builds community through conversation. Otherwise we’re all just talking to ourselves in a vacuum, and that’s what actually kills fandoms.

(and for the folks who just want to blog how they want to blog and don’t want people to engage on their posts at all, please feel free to block anyone you want, as well... nobody wants to step on your toes, but most of us also don’t want to walk on eggshells wondering if this post is one of the “do not add comments for any reason” sorts of posts, either. This is a huge fandom and most people can’t even begin to keep track of every creator and their url du jour, and what their personal rules might be regarding interaction with their content. Including a “please don’t add comments” note at the bottom of your posts-- and not in your tags that won’t even show up on reblogs, but in the actual body of the post-- would sincerely help avoid any awkward or unwanted interactions, too. At the end of the day, you are in control of your own fandom experience and the block button exists.

For the record, I block zero fandom blogs (which is why I posted this, I wanted it to reach a wide scope... refer to the opening paragraphs as to why).

3. Since this post was partly inspired by a tag I left on that post going around about how “previous tags” mean fuckall on this site (which you can read here), just a reminder that if you like someone’s tags or feel they add value to the post, part of the Peer Review structure of tumblr encourages you to PASTE THEM INTO A REBLOG. If you do this, then at least credit the person who actually wrote the tags! Don’t just copy someone else’s tags into your tags on your reblog of the post without credit either. They were not YOUR tags. (I have had this happen to tag rambles I wrote and someone else got credited with them on a subsequent reblog and it is FRUSTRATING). Just... don’t even bother to write “previous tags” because WHAT PREVIOUS TAGS?! Nobody is gonna bother to chase back the chain of reblogs trying to find where the mystery tags came from, friendos. That way lies madness.

(for the record, since some folks seemed to focus on this point solely, writing “previous tags” on a post isn’t inherently a BAD thing, but for anyone who actually is here for more than one-off shitposting, then it’s sort of a pointless thing in the long run. This wasn’t intended to suggest people who ARE here for one-off shitposting are bad or “doing it wrong,” but for people who might actually want to preserve that hilarious joke or insightful comment. People delete posts and entire blogs all the time around here. Links break. I get that the upcoming generation just shrugs at that and moves on with their lives, but heck... you don’t have to accept that all entertainment is disposable if you don’t want to. There’s a bizarre sort of nihilism plaguing us all about the impermanence of pretty much everything that feels like something we should be fighting against rather than buying into wholesale, even in our escapist entertainment. I’m just exhausted by the complete loss of joy in community.

*shouts from the peanut gallery* IT AIN’T THAT DEEP, JUST GET SOME FRESH AIR AND LOOK AT A PUPPY OR SOMETHING

Yes... yes it isn’t really that deep, but bigger picture in the state of reality we’re all entirely disillusioned with, are we supposed to just give up on everything, including the things we cling to because they bring us a tiny spark of hope that we’re not all just trapped in this dystopian nightmare and things might actually be worth living for?

*peanut gallery clinging to burnt husks of peanuts in a barren peanut field* but this is how we have chosen to cope

Okay... you do you... I feel bad for you but if that’s the case then this post is NOT FOR YOU. AND THAT’S FINE. I honestly do not care if you don’t care! I mean, I’m sorry anyone has to live in a world that drives them to that mindset, but I understand. This post is for anyone who might look at their lives and their choices and think “no wait, I unironically enjoy this and want more from the experience of that enjoyment than I’m currently feeling.” Everyone else can continue with their lives as usual.)

4. CONTENT THEFT IS NEVER OKAY. PERIOD. Things like “credit to the artist” or tagging gifs or images you found on pinterest as “not mine” isn’t actually credit. If you can’t source an image or gif set, DO NOT POST IT! We don’t REPOST (i.e. save an image and then create a new post with it as if it was our own creation). We REBLOG (click the little square arrows and reblog from the actual creator). That goes for gif sets, fanvids, screencaps, meta, fic... everything.

(hopefully everyone here already understands this one, but I felt compelled to include some “these are stupidly obvious” reminders anyway, since this is ostensibly some sort of advice column. This is the equivalent of the warning label on your toaster reminding you not to use it in the bath. Like... duh...)

5. Close kin of item 4 is SOURCE YOUR SHIT.

(for 100% disclosure purposes, I specifically discussed this one in this specific way because of an influx of anon ask messages I received in the wake of the finale. Literally the inciting incident for creating this entire post was what I can only assume was a joking ask about a comment Misha made at a con years ago. Someone actually bothered to take the time to type out those sentences to me. I have no idea what they were expecting in reply, or what could possibly motivate them to send this comment about something so entirely random from, again, several years ago. Just a joke? No idea, but whatever... it got me thinking that there might actually be people who are new to the fandom who MIGHT actually care about the fandom history, and maybe they just don’t know where to go for that info, or how to even begin searching through 16 years of history for things they might actually find enjoyment in, rather than just hauling random out of context garbage out on main and pointing and laughing about it now. People are actually allowed to care about things. It’s not cringeworthy to actually care about things, and you are not alone in actually caring, and there’s this whole big room over here full of people who are thrilled to share in that with you. This post is intended FOR THOSE PEOPLE SPECIFICALLY, so if that is not you, please just continue walking by.)

Yes, I know lots of y’all are new around here right now, but dredging up stuff from years ago that fandom has completely debunked and presenting it as TRU FAX again is just exhausting. We’re not trying to be party poopers, but seriously, we have seen it all and are mostly done with extinguishing bags of flaming dog poop on our front porches for the umpteenth year in a row. I’ve seen a lot of posts that have the same tone as “I saw Goody Proctor dancing with the devil” or “I heard kylo ren has an eight pack” and just... the information is there for anyone who cares enough to find it.

This goes double for “why is nobody talking about this thing I just discovered while watching the show for the first time?!” And, oh hon, we have talked it all into the ground over the last fifteen years. We’re happy you’re discovering it again, but I promise we talked about it plenty when the episodes originally aired. We have such a rich meta history that lots of us have worked really hard to preserve. I encourage you to seek it out, if nothing else than as historical artifacts. The way we have discussed the show has been a 16-year evolution. People have written literal doctoral dissertations on this show. Your shitposts are fun! We love reliving our own experience through fresh eyes, and seeing your wonder at experiencing it all again for the first time! But y’all didn’t invent this fandom in the last six months, either.

Meta Sources and Minerals provided by our friendly neighborhood fandom archivist, @lets-steal-an-archive

Academic books and articles about SPN

A collection of Meta Essays going back to s1 and organized by topic (all of this has happened before, all of it will happen again)

SPN Heavy Meta Archive (s1-3)

Mel’s Dreamwidth archive of meta (s1-12)

Oranges8hands Dreamwidth archive of meta (s1-15, with many similar entries to Mel’s... though ymmv on viewpoint in a lot of these too)

Anyone remember Fandom Wank? Not the concept but the actual LJ... No? Okay have a link to SPN topics that ended up there. Through 2013. We have seen so much... including several fandom containment breaches.

for all your art sourcing needs, please see @theroadsofararchive, the repository for so much fandom art.

need to find a gif of something? canonspngifs is a vast repository of gifsets of the entire series. If the gif you want to use in your post happens to be the first gif in the gifset, in the tumblr gif finder thingy just paste the permalink to that post from canonspngifs (which is easily searchable by episode, character, location, situation, quotes, and sometimes even color and clothing items the actors are wearing... it’s really well organized, especially for tumblr >.>) and the first gif will be automatically linked with credit to the gif creator attached. It makes life easy that way. It’s also convenient when trying to remember something specific but can’t remember what episode it’s from. I’ve used the site to jog my memory before going to the superwiki armed with more specific search results to find episode quotes and references. Or sometimes I just scroll through all the nice gifs for fun, too.

Need a screencap of something and know exactly which episode it’s from? Try Home of the Nutty. You might not find the exact screencap you’re looking for, but they have a complete set of caps of every episode, and it’s an incredibly useful resource for quick reference checks and the like. Just give pages a chance to fully load before clicking on the next one. The site is easily overloaded, but it’s still free to use (and again, with credit... Pretty much every screencap on my entire blog is from HotN unless otherwise credited).

As you can see, this is a fandom built on preserving our history. You absolutely are not required to engage with any of this if that’s not of interest to you, but I can only assume that there are people who would be interested in it if only they knew it existed and how to find it. Well, now they do.

6. A few more notes on tags, and how they work on tumblr. The first 20 tags on your ORIGINAL posts are searchable sitewide, so if you want to be able to find something again, tag that thing first before going on general tag rambles. The only place tags on reblogs are searchable is on your own blog. So you don’t have to put 50 tags trying to get a post seen if it’s a reblog. You’re just spitting into the wind at that point. If you have a filing system for finding things again, then by all means add those tags (again, in the first 20, so they’re searchable), but you don’t need to tag a reblog “destiel” and “deancas” and “dean” and “cas” and “dean x cas” or whatever. Pick one for your personal blog’s filing system, that’s all you need.

(this was only added because tagging and searching on this site is so very broken... I get that a lot of folks don’t care about ever searching their own blogs again for anything, so this one only really applies if you do often find yourself trying to find old posts. If not, then it’s not really relevant. It took me years to work out a decent tagging system, and at the beginning of my time here I never thought I’d end up camping out here for a decade and falling this deep into the fandom, and I regretted my lack of consistent tags only years later when I realized I actually wanted to be able to go back and find specific old posts again. So... for anyone who wants to err on the side of caution, working out a sensible tagging system really helps if you’re here for the long term. I personally tag content by episode, because some of my other general tags are so large as to be practically useless as a search term. But whatever system you choose to file stuff on your own blog, it really only has to make sense to you. And again, if this is pointless advice for someone who has no intention of settling here for the long term. Please feel free to ignore it. I just wish someone had explained it this way to me ten years ago and saved me the hassle of retroactively tagging something like 30k posts... especially now that using the mass tag replacer is the fastest way to get your entire blog deleted... oops? so yeah, don’t use the mass tag replacer either >.>)

7. Tags on Tumblr DO NOT WORK LIKE TAGS ON TWITTER. If you @ someone in the body of the post, it will show up in their notifications (if they’re the sort of person who even checks their notifications... not all of us do. For the record, I generally don’t...), but putting actor or ship names in the tags on a tumblr post does absolutely nothing. It’s not the same as tagging the actor’s twitter account in a tweet. Nobody’s getting notifications about you tagging a post about Jensen here as “Jensen Ackles.” There is a difference. Please learn it. (and don’t take headcanons and ESPECIALLY RPF or otherwise explicit art or fic from tumblr to twitter and tag the actors in it. That’s just... not okay.)

(I have seen the pearl clutchers getting all in a huff about the mere existence of RPF or even explicit content of fictional characters if it doesn’t meet their purity standards, but tagging those things allows people who don’t want to see it to actively avoid that content here. Nobody has a right to tell people their fictional content shouldn’t exist at all, or that creators of that fictional content somehow deserve harassment or threats for having dared to create such “immoral” content, won’t somebody PLEASE think of the children... and no... you do not do that here. Don’t be the problematic behavior you wish to ban from the world. Learn to use tags to protect yourself from, as i have attempted to emphasize here, fictional content you are personally upset by. That’s a you problem, not a problem for the creators of potentially upsetting content that they tag appropriately for.)

8. General formatting stuff: If you’re writing long text posts, visually break them up so people aren’t faced with one long wall of text. The enter key is your friend. Also, if you put long text posts under a Read More break and send people to your blog to finish reading, please ensure that your blog is actually visually accessible (tiny text, or light grey text on a dark grey background, or a visually busy background might be aesthetically pleasing to you but nobody can actually read it. Loads of folks won’t even try. Which is great if you don’t actually care whether people are able to appreciate your content or not, but something to at least consider if you *do* actively want to encourage engagement with your work. Confirm how your blog looks on both mobile and desktop and make sure it’s actually functional in both, too).

And since I mentioned that most of my experience on fandom tumblr has been in the SPN fandom, here’s a bit of a reminder for folks who are new around here. With the reminder that I have been here more than a decade and still feel like a newbie myself sometimes...

This is an OLD FANDOM. There are many, many people who have been at this longer than some of you have been alive. The average age for creators in this fandom is older than you think (I think of my friends in their 30′s as young’ins okay? okay). With that understood, you are responsible for the content you consume and are exposed to. Curate your experience. Ship and let ship. YKINMKATOK. Don’t deliberately expose yourself to content you find upsetting for whatever reason. Tags and warnings are your friends, not targets for you to attack in some sort of purity war. People will ship things you do not like (or in specific ways you do not like), will say things you do not agree with, and will find their happiness in things you abhor. That is not your concern. Find what you do like, and support and engage with it, and ignore (or block, or unfollow) the rest. Tumblr has a feature that lets you blacklist tags so the content you’re trying to avoid won’t appear on your dash.

Remember the paradox of tolerance.

It is not your job in fandom to police how other people enjoy the fandom. It’s not *my* job to police how *you* enjoy the fandom, UNLESS your enjoyment is in actively harming other real human beings in the fandom. If you don’t like their take on the character or the show or the plotlines or their ships or anything else, you don’t need to engage with their posts at all! The necessary corollary to this is that clarifying misunderstandings or correcting factual misinformation is not “policing.”

(this is where the peanut gallery reminds me it ain’t that deep, and I plead with them to put down the social media and find just one (1) thing to actually believe in in this godforsaken life, find something other than disdain and cynicism and spite to live for. If those things motivate you to find a larger cause for yourself, then great, use them to your advantage, but use them to find something that makes you a better person or brings you a modicum of joy and connection to your fellow human beings despite living in a dystopian hellscape of a world)

I have seen a lot of posts lately that are founded on the sort of authority that comes with “I watched through tumblr for a few months and then watched the last three episodes of the series” and as such are just... missing the larger context of the entire show, and are unfounded entirely in canon. I 100% appreciate the new enthusiasm for the fandom that we’ve been living in here for years, and it’s wonderful to see new people enjoying the thing we love. Your headcanons are valid, you are valid, but recognize that your headcanons aren’t canon. All of us finale denialists have accepted this in some measure, so we feel you. We truly, truly feel you. But regarding actual canon, we have a resource for that: the Superwiki. Learn it, live it, love it, as Metatron would say.

(which you could discover he said in 10.17 Inside Man, thanks to the superwiki! accept no substitutes!)

(and again, there have been people who have been involved in fandom for years who haven’t engaged with canon in years, either! You can play in this universe however you choose, BUT FOR PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT CANON AT ALL, WHICH I AM AGAIN POINTEDLY SAYING MIGHT NOT BE YOU, READER, AND I’M NOT SUGGESTING YOU ARE WRONG FOR NOT WANTING TO ACTUALLY ENGAGE WITH CANON, but if you DO want to engage with canon, please have some useful resources. Why do people feel personally attacked by being presented a list of helpful resources? Absolutely baffling.)

(also: words have definitions. “Canon” is a specific thing, meaning in this case “the finished media product that aired on television.” Anything beyond those limits is secondary canon (think: john’s journal, which is not canon but canon adjacent at best...), word of god (i.e stuff said by the writers and showrunners), or headcanon (which includes actor commentary-- they may have helped create the show with their acting choices and whatever, but they are not in control of the story overall). If there’s something you dislike about actual canon, you can reject it and supplement it with your own theories or preferred outcomes-- that’s basically what fanfic is-- but that doesn’t make your theories canon (much to all our dismay, that’s just not how any of this works. This is not to invalidate how anyone engages with the show or the fandom, just trying to clarify what seems to have been a source of unintentional misunderstandings. Your theories do not have to be “canon” to be legitimate interpretations.)

***I am setting this section apart, and did make a separate post of just this following information, because this is where we go from being relatively chill about different parts of fandom choosing to interact in different ways and you do you and blog however you want, to “hey can everybody please understand that the way you are interacting with this specific material might be harmful for specific legal reasons, and stating that you do not care about the consequences of your actions does actively make you the asshole here...” Okay, now that we have that understood:

The spnscripthunt collective has been steadily acquiring new scripts (which are posted in full on the superwiki for everyone to enjoy, for free). The language around how some folks are talking about these scripts is... concerning. For very real legal reasons, actually, and not because we’re feeling precious about the collection and don’t wike it when meanies use them in shitposts.

-First off, these scripts are not “leaks.” They are all verified and legally purchased (or gifted, in some cases, but still acquired entirely above board. we didn’t whack anyone over the head in a back alley for these scripts, or swipe them out of someone’s trailer on set).

(in case anyone was unaware, these scripts are the copywritten protected property of Warner Brothers. So yes, how we use them and share them with the fandom could have legal repercussions. We present them as a collected resource of fandom history which SHOULD fall under Fair Use doctrine, but this is untested legal water. Insinuating that the scripts are somehow not entirely legally obtained, or that posting them for public access involved less than 100% transparent and entirely legal transactions is incredibly concerning.

Once again for the peanut gallery, if you don’t care about any of that and are just having a good time with it, at least be mindful of the work and expense a large group of people have gone through to acquire and present the content you’re all too eager to exploit for cheap thrills. Some of us do actually care and are not exactly comfortable with the fact that others don’t seem to care about burning it all to the ground. We can’t force you to listen or behave as we’d hope you might, but at least be aware of the potential consequences of your actions. All we’re asking is for you to not be the douchebag who sets the whole neighborhood on fire with your illegal fireworks display. Is that too much to ask for? more on that in a second, first... a psa)

-If you see a script for sale and are unsure if it’s legit (or believe it might already be freely available in our collection), please feel free to ask us for advice. Our goal is to make as much of our fandom history available to the entire fandom, and we absolutely do not want anyone shelling out money for stuff you can already find for free.

(seriously, we’ve seen a bunch of resellers cropping up selling printed versions of the scripts we bought and uploaded for everyone to enjoy free of charge, or scripts that are otherwise of dubious origin. We’ve been at this for years now and know what’s actually out there. We don’t want anyone to fall for a scam if we can help it)

-Also, the usual reminder that the scripts we acquire ARE NOT NECESSARILY THE FINAL SHOOTING DRAFTS. In fact, the majority of scripts in our collection are NOT. Changes are made daily to scripts, even during filming. Comparing a Production Draft (white pages, effectively the first “final draft” of what usually becomes a series of drafts before filming wraps) to a much later revision (say... green or goldenrod revisions, several of which we DO have in our collection for comparison) and how those earlier drafts often differ wildly from the aired version versus how similar a much later green draft is to the aired version, for example, can teach you a lot about the television writing process. The link above to the superwiki scripts page has a nice little explainer about how this process works.

Differences between our posted scripts (many of which are white drafts, aka FIRST complete drafts, which will likely go through multiple rounds of revisions before filming even begins) and the aired version of the show are not all “acting choices” or a director or editor just cutting whole scenes on a whim. It’s insulting to everyone involved in production to suggest that’s the case.

(and yeah, fine... whatever, make any sort of posts you like regarding how those changes came about, but at the very least understand that it’s not actually the truth about how any of this works. Don’t care that that’s not the truth and want to make the posts anyway because shitposting is fun and that’s the extent of your sense of humor? FINE! You’re entitled to do that! But at least you DO know the truth now, and hopefully so do the people who engage with your posts. Deliberate ignorance isn’t cute, smooth lions notwithstanding)

There’s probably a whole other post to be made on fandom tagging etiquette, but again I don’t really use the tags enough to know what’s going on with that whole situation. I’ve also probably left a lot of stuff out, so please feel free to add things I’ve overlooked.

Thanks also to @trisscar368 and @thayerkerbasy for help compiling this, too. They were kind enough to escort me through the park to feed these pigeons. Now I need to take them out for ice cream. :’D

So I guess welcome to the neighborhood. Make yourself at home, but like... try not to trash the place while you’re here. Some of us live here by choice, lol.

#this blue hellsite (affectionate)#fandom problems #kinda wish i'd made this post six months ago but here we are i guess lol #long post #now edited for the people who are actually personally invested in the fandom #thanks for participating in this little experiment and I hope this version is actually informative to those who are interested #meaning there's a lot more links to stuff and explainers and whatnot...#and one last reminder that for folks just swinging through for laughs absolutely none of this applies to you #if you are legit interested in fandom history and preservation as we move to the post-canon world then hopefully this is useful to you

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samstwilightzone · 3 years ago

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A continuation, and finale, of the last chapter. Fair warning, this is a ⚠lemon⚠ one-shot. As always, don't read if you're not okay with this stuff. This is the longest one shot I have ever written. 💀

Another warning, this one is gonna get kinky. But hey, we all love porn with plot, it's the build up before the smut.

Don't say I didn't warn you, folks!

By the way, I'm planing on making this long chapter. Enjoy!

Well, that was interesting.

After what happened that night in the desert, Sora had hoped that Jotaro forgot about what traspired between them. I mean, he was acting like nothing had happened, and that was fine. Sora was cool with that. At the moment, she wasn't completely ready to talk about what happened. She felt almost embarrassed by it.

Was he serious about sharing a room with her? Or did Jotaro just say that to scare her? Oh God the things he could do to her... Now that was just Sora's dirty mind talking.

She had to quickly shake off the thought as the crusaders had a move-on. They had to reach civilisation and stock up. Sora and Polnareff couldn't agree more there, they were both running out of hair spray and the suitable kind of shampoo. Unlike Jotaro and Kakyoin, the two felt like they were too good for the 'two in one' shampoo. So better get both a shampoo and a hair conditioner too, just in case!

The group had found themselves in a mall, which was odd enough, but it won't be questioned. The mal existed for plot convenience. "Alright everyone, listen up." Joseph spoke up clapping his hands, capturing the attention of the entire group. "Split up into pairs and go off. Buy anything you need and we'll be meeting back here in two hours before heading back to the hotel. Did I make myself clear?"

The instructions were simple enough, so everyone nodded. Joseph of coarse paired up the Avdol, leaving the teenagers and Polnareff to decide among themselves. You can only assume how that went. "Jotaro and Kakyoin, you two can go off together. I'll stick with chère Sora over here." the Frenchman said gesturing over at the teenage girl who gave him a weird look, raising an eyebrow up at him. "The petite dame should have a big and strong man there to protect her. She's très fragile, after all."

"Sure Polnareff, sure." Kakyoin answered sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest "She could hand your ass back to you with ease if she wanted to, and we all know it." while the redhead made his remark the teenager next to him couldn't help but only faintly smile at the exchange.

As if to add salt to the wound Kakyoin created, the girl butted in with a burn of her own. "I don't see a big strong man anywhere as far as I'm concerned." Sora mumbled under her breath and snorted, rolling her eyes at Polnareff's attempt to be a man in her eyes. Much to the silver haired man's dismay, his charm did not reach her. "Nice try Frenchie, but I'm going alone. I don't need some dude following me around while I shop for female necceseties. Later, gentlemen." she quickly said before turning around.

Kakyoin shook his head disapprovingly at the girl. Although he was amused by her remark, he held up a serious expression. "Sora, you can't just go off on your own like that. Mister Joestar made it clear that we need to be in pairs, safety in numbers after all."

"I'll be fiiine, besides, what creep would attack me while I'm busy buying underwear-?" "Too much info. Sora!" "And that's why I don't want any of you boys coming along with me. Adieu." She spun in her heels and was about to turn around and leave, when a hand was placed over her shoulder. A firm and strong hand, halting her in her place.

Sora scoffed in annoyance "Didn't I already make it clear that I don't want any one of you three losers tagging along-" she began, pretty much ready to tell whoever just grabbed get. However, she froze up realising it was Jotaro who was holding her back from running off. She did not expect that from him.

At all.

"Tch, you're all being annoying." he grunted lowering his hat down to cover his narrowed eyes that leered down at the brunette who was clearly out to get into trouble by just walking off somewhere on her own. "I'll be going with her, end of discussion. Now scram."

Kakyoin was pretty quick to agree, being the great wingman that he was, he dragged the protesting Polnareff. "Oh come on, how come Jotaro always gets to-" "Now's too late to complain Polnareff, let's go." "Buuut Kakyoiiiiin-"

The two teenagers were left alone with one another, they were left alone and a silence just washes over them and awkward silence that Sora had to break. Much to her dismay, she spoke up. "Oh well... I hope you don't mind standing outside while I pick new garments for myself..?" she asked awkwardly.

Low-key, she wasn't completely opposed to Jotaro being her tag-along. Yet at the same time, it felt worse then being stuck with Polnareff.

Jotaro seemed to catch on, shuffling awkwardly and removing his hand off of Sora's shoulder "Oh... You weren't bluffing when you said you needed to..." his voice trailed off, seemingly he was unable to finish that sentence. Go figure, for someone so blunt and straightforward, Jotaro seemed too embarrassed to say 'underwear' in front of a girl.

Sora rolled her eyes at the tall boy "Duh, why would I bluff about something so important?" she answered, as much as she wanted to sound like she was genuine, her tone came off as sarcastic more then anything. "Come on now, I don't want to stand around all day." the brunette waved him over and continued onwards.

The tall teenager didn't hesitate to follow after her, walking a step behind her as he sized her up. Only then did he notice how her hair curved up at the point pass her shoulders, the uniquely embroidered 'Aoi' in the back of her varsity jacket, her long legs, and then finally the odd pair of heeled, ankle high boots.

Next to her, Jotaro looked like her bodyguard. He himself did know that Sora was stronger then what she presented herself to be, not as strong as him, but still pretty strong. If she wasn't a capable stand user she wouldn't be here with them.

"So, what's the real reason you wanted to pair up with me over Polnareff or Kakyoin?" She questioned, the brunette quirked up an eyebrow at the tall teen. She craned her neck up and looked at him from over his shoulder. When it seemed like she caught him staring, Jotaro looked away. "Your reply better not be some half-assed lie."

It seemed like Sora was not having any of his excuses, she wanted to know what was really going on trough his head. A grunt left Jotaro as he lowered his hat over his eyes, not daring to meet her gaze. "It's botheresome, the way he talks to you. It annoys me how you just allow him talk to you as if you're some delicate flower." he stated bluntly.

"So, you're jelaous." Sora concluded looking back in front of herself. "I didn't expect you to like me so much, Kujo." she teases, a smirk spreading over her lips.

Jotaro growled, irritated. "I don't, it just annoys me."

"Suuuure, suuuure Kujo." The girl said sarcastically "And I own a creepy collection of porcelain ponies."

"Don't push your luck Aoi, I still forgotten what I said last night."

Sora's breath hitched, but she shook the feeling crawling up her spine before it could put her in a flustered state. Just what was he planning to do with her? "Whatever Kujo." she carelessly brushed his remark under the rug.

Arriving at a shop specifically there to sell womens garments, you'd think Jotaro wouldn't feel comfortable going in there, but no. He went straight into the shop with Sora, so shame at all. He ignored the looks other women of all ages shopping there gave him, Jotaro was more focused on the look of embarrassment that appeared on Sora's face. This amused him greatly. "I thought I asked you to stand outside while I shop here." she whisper-yelled.

"I don't need to lsten to you." Jotaro stated bluntly, smirking dow at her as they walked into an isle "Besides, you'd take too long if you went in alone, I'm giving you a hand here."

"I dont need your help Kujo." Sora hissed, turning away from him.

His hand landed on her shoulder, Jotaro leaned down and whispered to her "And you're not taking me seriously enough, so I'll make you take me seriously." just as fast as he leaned in, while his words sunk into her head, he backed out and turned to check out the differently coloured sets of matching underwear. As nice as velvety red or silky white undergarments looked, Jotaro found himself intrigued by the black lacy set. He could see her wearing something like this.

He took the hanger off the pole it was hanging on, took a second to observe it and then he thrust it against Sora's chest and into her arms "There, done." he said.

"What, Kujo-" Sora stumbled over her words as she looked down at the sexy set of underwear that was given to her. Her mom would have probably killed her if she found out Sora bought something like this for herself, then again, her mom wasn't here and she didn't have to know.. She blushed furiously and shot him a glare. "Are you for real? I can't just buy this, I'm not some-" "Why not?" "B-because this pair is not something you'd wear for over a few hours, a-at least not something I'd wear for long-"

"Good, in that case you can buy it, it won't be staying on you for long anyway." That blunt statement left Sora even ore flustered, then again, she was into it. He was taking charge over the situation and she was all for it. He was being so dominant. Were they going to get kinky? Yes.

"Okay, okay, whatever, I'll get it but I still need proper underwear for the trip." "Do you want me to pick those out for you too?" "No- Absolutely not! End of discussion."

~~~King~~Crimson~~~

After several hours of the two spending together, Jotaro making suggestive comments and Sora just turning into jello over the couse of the entire day, the managed to find an inn to stay at. But not before stopping to have dinner, during wich Sora decided to get cheeky and get her payback. It was the classic case of her brushing up against him under the table. She was going to get it

You'd be surprised how little convincing it took for Joseph to allow Jotaro to room with Sora. As soon as the two arrived at their shared room, you can guess that the door was locked and Sora was slammed back-first into the nearest wall.

"You can be such a bitch to deal with sometimes." Jotaro's husky voice reached Sora's ears as she was caged by his arms slamming against either side of her head. His eyes leering down at the girl as he leaned down to whisper near her ear. His breath tickled her skin and caused it to prickle up. "That's why tonight I'll make you into my bitch, you got too cocky with me today and now I'll have to put you in your place."

"I'll start by having you taker accountability for your actions." He grabbed her by the wrist and guided her hand from his torso, down to the seat of his pants. Forcing her to palm his, very clearly, hardened member. Heat rose up in both thair faces, a light groarn left Jotaro's lips from something cold being applied to his heated area. "You're responsible for it, so you'll help me get rid of it. We won't be done until I'm satisfied. Understood?"

While Sora could just meekly nod, she was still feeling confident. "Oh really now?" she inquired, she still had some cockiness in her. If she dispursed all of it out, who knows, maybe he'd go rougher on her. She was looking the dynamic being set up, clearly both of them were sexually frustrated and needed to get off somehow. Luckily, the teenagers had eachother.

With a surge of confidence, she did more then just palm him, tracing her fingers up and down over what she could feel trough his pants she took it nice and slow before suddenly giving him a firm squeeze. The surprised gasp and the way his face shifted as him almost melted under her touch pleased her to no end. She figuratively had his dick in a vice, despite being the one who was getting cornered.

She could probably flip this this situation over his head and be the one to take charge, allas, she was feeling like being a bratty bottom.

"You're pushing your luck Aoi." Jotaro groaned out. Just moments beforehand, he was afraid to lay a hand on her, but not anymore. They made it clear to eachother that they had the same plan on mind, a plan to fuck eachother.

"What, I'm just talking accountability." Sora teased, gasping once she felt both of his hands on her shoulders. "That face you made was pretty cute too." In record breaking speed her varsity jacket was dropped onto the floor, leaving Jotaro to then move his hands down her exposed arms, onto her torso and then slip under the fabric of her turtleneck.

His fingertips glazed over her cold skin and went all the way up until he could feel the lacy fabric of the bra from the set he had her buy "So you did put it on." he taunted.

"I figured I'd surprise you with it." She shot back sassily, looking up so she could meet his gaze. His eyes were so gorgeous, they really did remind her of the ocean.

Dark and familiar, as deep as the sea. (Does anyone get lyric reference from a specific musical I put there?)

With their eyes locking, there was nothing stopping them from tearing eachothers clothes off. In an blink of an eye they have stripped eachother of everything but their undergarments and the clothes discarded on the floor led to them finding themselves making out on the edge of one of the room's two double beds.

As much as the two wanted to rush it, they were still getting the feel of eachother. While straddling him, Sora was getting a better feel of his warm skin in contrast to hers. While he was planting kisses and leaving bites along her neck her fingers traced the birthmark at the back of his neck. Pleasant shivers ran down her spine at the feeling of his lips against her skin while his deaf hands were holding her hips still.

Meanwhile for Jotaro, it was like holding onto an ice cube, however it was still rather pleasant. He found himself enjoying the quiet and submissive sounds that came out of her each time he left a kiss or a bite on her neck. It seemed to be a part of her body full of sensitivity and he was exploiting it. He was so lost in adoring her in love bites that once she spoke up, he was snapped out of his daze of a daydream.

"I-I thought you said you were going to put me in my place, not make love to me." her voice came out as a breath, one of her hand tantalizingly finding it's way down his bare torso. Feeling up his toned chest with delight. "You're being too gentle." she huffed.

Without a warning she scooted her hips closer to his and gave one firm thrust forward "Do what you said you'd do and make me your bitch." she demanded in a low whine, pressing her chest up against his. She could feel him twitch against her trough his boxers "Touch me more Kujo."

"Aoi." he grunted, deciding to take the initiative pulled her closer to him. The arousal between the two was so clear, you could even faintly smell it. He buried his face into her neck while one of his hands reached up and gripped onto her hair while the other wrapped around her torso. Holding her in place. "Fine, seeing you're so fucking thirsty for it, I'll let you have it." he growled out.

A ghostly hand pulled at the fabric of her panties that covered her womanhood, it was pushed aside to reveal her sensitive core to the open air. "You're already so wet, tch." he huskily whispered into her ear, feeling her knees tremble and seeing how she herself began holding onto him instead. His hands were the ones to get to work, one slipping up her bra while the other went all the way down to her dripping core. "I wasn't wrong in assuming that you'd turn out to be just another annoying slut." he stated, the hand going under her bra harshly cupped over one of her breasts.

Pinching one of her hardened nubs with one hand as he used the fingers of his other to circle her clit and entrance, drawing out moans and whimpers out of the girl. They aroused him to no end. "But lucky you Aoi, you're tolerable enough to actually get this far." he stated gruffly before plunging half of his index finger into her quivering hole, to his surprise the inside was warm and soft. He was going to drill into her to no end.

"F-fuck you Kujo." Sora whimpered against his skin. Sticking her tongue out as he then began to pump his finger in and out of her, he was way more efficient then when she'd do it to herself. A moan escaped her and she nuzzled into his neck.

"Wasn't that the plan all along, hmm?" Jotaro taunted her before having his middle finger join in on the fun, stretching out the ever so dampened cavity "That little pussy of yours is basically sucking on my fingers. Just you wait until I stretch you out ever further with my dick."

Hearing Sora gasp and suddenly feeling her inner walls clench caused a dark chuckle to come from him "Oh? Come on now. Are you actually getting off on that? You are going to squirt from my fingers and dirty talk alone?" he inquired her before plunging both fingers in deep into her one more time before pulling them out of her. This earned an annoyed groan of disapproval from Sora. "I should have known you were a hopeless pervert Aoi."

"God, just fuck me already Kujo." the brunette demanded, he got her all horned up and impatient. She wanted him, she needed him. The teasing treatment he has been giving her this far has broken to be too torturous to handle by this point. "Or are you all bark and no bite?" she challenged, wanting to push him further.

Jotaro scoffed and rolled his eyes at her demands "Impatient bitch." she was trying to get cheeky again. Of coarse he was all for it, it gave him a good excuse for what was about to ensue. "Fine. Let's remove the unwanted leverage while at it then." he grunted out, a pair of ghostly hands went to fumble with Sora's bra hooks while he himself completely slipped her panties off.

He did always wonder how hooked bras worked. He was still a teenager after all.

Sora gasped for air, still rather out if breath from his ministration on her, it made her feel so dizzy as a result. A shiver ran up her spine as she felt herself suddenly fully exposed to the air around her. Her garments were disposed of and dropped onto the floor. The girl was going to make a smart-ass remark but stopped herself as she felt the tip of his member, now freed from his boxers, prodding against her entrance.

She squeaked in surprise, her grip around him only tightening. That thing is going to split her in half. She was so small compared to him.

Sora swallowed a lump in her throat, feeling a bit nervous. The feeling bubbled inside her stomach as she lifted her head up a bit. "Jojo..." She mewled near his ear, this was the first time since she met him, that she called him by that nickname.

Jotaro couldn't help but chuckle at her submissive display, she was so small when pressed against him. She was actually kinda cute, he was almost afraid that he might end up crushing her on accident. "I won't push it in don't worry- after all, it's not going to suck itself, Aoi." he purred, nipping onto her shoulder. "You know what to do, don't you? Be a good girl and put that smart mouth to use."

Sora scoffed "Oh I will, but you better not complain about your dick being cold." she shot back sassily, she leaned in and roughly stole a quick kiss from his lips, even biting his lower lip before she found herself slipping out of his lap and getting in between his legs. "If we are to be honest, you're the biggest dick I ever cross, figuratively."

Jotaro snorted in amusement at her remark "Try not to talk too much, you might choke on it." he said placing a hand over the back of her head.

"How charming..." Sora remarked as a reply to Jotaro's comment. She smirked as her hand found its way wrapping around his shaft. Instantly starting to softly rub over it. Her thumb mostly focusing on the tip "Don't flatter yourself Kujo. You're an average at best." sue huffed, he was actually the FIRST dick she ever came across, in a literal sense.

Like hell she'd actually know what an 'average' dick one would look like.

He inhaled sharply the moment her cool hand wrapped around his shaft, suppressing a shiver from the chill. He'd have to get used to this sooner or later, and he wasn't bothered by that prospect. What made him shiver, though, was her cold breath along his skin. "Call me by my name-call me by my name, just for tonight-" he breathed out, biting his lower lip to suppress any reaction that might give his depleting composure away as a result of the attention she was giving him.

This was going to be fun.

"Oh? Alright then, Jotaro~" Sora purred, the brunette chuckled as her hand moved in a jerking motion over the shaft. Her fingers pressed and rubbed over the sensitive nerves, she was loving the reactions she was getting out of him. In a way, yeah, it was a turn on, but she also found it cute as well. "In that case, I want you to do the same for me, just to make it fair.

The fact he was getting like this because of her was rather rewarding.

She stuck her tongue out and flicked it over the tip of his dick. The brunettes eyes gazed up at the dark haired teen, licking up the shaft and around the tip. Licking it up like a lolipop. She didn't take up much time teasing him, she took it straight to the point by inserting the tip into her mouth.

Jotaro's sea-green eyes remained trained on Sora as she began her work, only meekly nodding his head at her demand. No doubt she got inspiration from the books she liked to read.

His breaths were steady at first as she began to stroke him up and down. Her kisses helped quicken his breath the further down she got before he lost it entirely for a moment her tongue met the head. "Sora" He let out a pleased groan, the sound reverberating in his chest.

The way he said her name caused the girl to visibly shudder.

He sharply inhaled once more once she took the tip into her mouth, a shaky sigh coming out of him as a result. One of his hands went up to the top of her head and began running through the strands along her scalp. He wanted to have a steady grip on her while she did her thing. "You're good at this, I'll give you that." he breathed out gruffly slowly but surely he was coming undone before her.

Sora stared up at him feeling amused, she hummed in approval before swirling her tongue around his dick, lapping at the tip and all around. She also began to bob her head down his length, taking in the amount she felt confident with. Her tongue trailed up the side of it, her eyes had a hazy look in them.

She took a long breath through her nose as her head bobed upwards, and exhaled as she brought it back down. It was like sucking and licking a popsicle, just much bigger and without the fruity taste. She brought her head up to where she'd hold his tip up to her lips before engulfing it once again.

Sora's mouth was utter heaven to Jotaro and his eyes nearly rolled back from the feeling of her almost deepthroating him. The intensity of pleasure he was feeling was something he could not have comprehended before and he sure as hell didn't expect it to be so intense either. It felt better then he could have imagined. It was simply divine and he could feel his mind starting to haze over.

It took his all not to push her head down further, or to start thrusting into her mouth. He was so tempted to though, and one particular descent with her mouth almost made him do so.

Then again, what was stopping him from acting out those urges?

All the while, his fingers ran through her hair, at one point giving it a light tug just because. At the back of his mind, he didn't want to end up hurting her at all, and her actions made him want to act up.

"Fucking hell, Sora-" He groaned out her name, unable to resist the urge, which caused his hips to twitch, causing him to thrust into her mouth once.

Sora was starting to basically zone out into a daze like state while bobing her head up and down until she suddenly felt him thrust his hips into her mouth during one of her descents. The sudden jerky movement caused her breath to hitch and her eyes to flutter shut. She almost choked on his length as a result. The brunette decided to encourage him by forcing more of him into her mouth, a moan of approval escaped her throat.

With her tongue rubbing up the sides of his dick, she was carefully taking more and more of him in as she went on with bobing her head, just checking to see just how much of him she could really take before she herself would start choking.

She didn't want to push herself, but damn, when she felt him go further down, she was all for it. She wanted more.

The next time she went up she had him completely slip out of her mouth, her lips pressing against the tip she showered it with small kisses. "Jojo..." she said in a breathy moan between kisses "Do it again~" the brunette encouraged him, before taking him into her mouth once again, her focus now on what she was doing as she began to bob her head once again, but this time it wasn't as fast as her focus was mostly on sucking him off.

Jotaro was surprised that Sora actually liked that. He would have thought it would be painful for her, considering his size compared to her. But if her moan was anything to go by, she enjoyed it. the girl was full of surprises.

He could see her calculating how much of him she could take in before it became too painful. It was a good reference for him as well, and his eyes widened just a fraction when he saw just how much she was able to go down. "Shit Sora, I didn't think you'd have it in you. You're taking so much of me into that pretty little mouth, clever girl~"

He shivered a bit when he felt her remove her mouth, the air around feeling like it had been cooler than her mouth. When she asked him to do it more, he was all for it. Once she'd placed her mouth back on him, he slowly began thrusting up into her mouth, his grip on her head tightening. It helped relieve his urge to start moving and he relaxed a bit.

Sora herself was pretty surprised just how much she was able to take in without gaging. She sure as hell didn't expect to be this good at it, she did feel proud over the fact that she was making him feel good. She opened her eyes to take a small peek at him and by God, the expression on his face was quite a turn on. And he was like that all because of her.

A pleased humm left her throat, her breath hitched and her eyes couldn't help but flutter closed once she felt him start to move his hips. Feeling him slide in and out of her mouth gave her a chance to move her tongue around more as she pleasured him, rubbing off the sensitive nerves around his dick with her tongue.

The brunnete moaned against his shaft while carefully breathing in and out, she didn't want to accidentally end up choking our couching while he was still inside of her mouth. A small bit of saliva trailed down the side of her lips, while he held onto her head she held onto his tighs just to support herself. She did enjoy it when he was like this, while he wasn't necessarily rough, it was a good start.

Sora's mouth was utterly divine, and Jotaro couldn't get enough of it. Thanks to him taking the reins on the thrusting, she was more able to concentrate on using her tongue along his shaft. He let out a pleased groan, his fingers gently tugging on her hair affectionately.

He could feel his mind start to go hazy as he had his eyes focused on her, and his mind focused on thrusting up into her mouth. He picked up the speed a bit, his fingers laced between her hair as leverage.

Unable to help himself, he was curious to see how she would get if he were to give her a few rough thrusts. So he did just that, thrusting up hard a couple of times before returning to normal.

This was something Sora would think she'd never be into, the kind of kinky shit she'd read in an erotica or hear Kokoro talk about. She never thought she'd find herself enjoying these small pains. These pains brought her pleasure, it was the best kind of pain. Him, pulling on her hair while fucking her in the mouth, pretty kinky.

Small whimpers and whines escaped her as she sucked him off. Her tongue flicking and rubbing up against his tip. It was all going smoothly until he trusted into her mouth roughly several times, throwing her off of her breathing. She had to adjust to it but damn it was sexy. Having him just pick up the pace out of nowhere and surprise her like that... She love it.

Honestly, it just turned her on even further.

Sora couldn't wait to get better so the two could get way more serious. She wanted to know what it would feel like if he was inside of her, all the different kinks and fantasies that could get fufuled! She was all about experimenting and finding something both of them will like. First off, she just needed to wait for her sickness to pass.

Jotaro watched Sora carefully as he did his little experiment. It had thrown her off a little bit, but she took it like a champ. This, of course, encouraged him to do it more. He didn't outright go full throttle on her, but he did give the occasional rough thrust into her mouth.

Fuck this was hot.

He really wanted to feel what it would be like inside her and the thought of it alone made him quicken his pace for a fraction of a second.

Jotaro could feel himself approaching the end, and he let her know as much with a slight tug of her hair. He decided to speed up, going a little more rough with his thrusts. "Ah, fuck I'm getting close, you better be ready to take it all in." Her mouth was utterly divine and would be the death of him. He came with a groan, his hips thrusting upwards and his hand pushing her down as he rode out his orgasm.

The girl could notice his sudden pace change as he speed up, not that she minded. She was loving it. She was enjoying pleasuring him, it just made her heart quicken once she felt him go rougher on her, or whenever she felt him groan in pleasure. It might be a personal turn on of theirs to get aroused over bringing pleasure to eachother.

And then she had her head shoved down and by God did that completely catch her off guard.

Sure she knew he was going to release, he even gave her a warning but she didn't think he'd actually push her head down. Not that she minded though. She was so in the moment, when she felt him reach him climax her eyes rolled back, and in an attempt not to make a mess of the bed she decided to drink all of that spurted out into her mouth.

She gasped as she was left breathless, swallowing down the hot and sticky substance as her legs shook from the adrenaline. She did continue sucking on him until he has ridden out his orgasm. She wasn't sure about him but by this point she could go on like this for a while.

Jotaro was too much in the moment himself to realize that he was pretty much still holding Sora down almost all of the way down on himself, his eyes closing and head leaning back. It felt even more amazing then if he were to have done it to himself, even more so when he was able to control the thrusts.

"Good girl." he breathed out.

He rode out his orgasm before he stopped moving, panting softly. His eyes opened back up and he looked down at her. Upon seeing that he had pushed her down all of the way, he removed his hand. "...shit, you alright there?"

As Sora pulled her head back she panted, her lips slightly panted as she stared up at him. Completely dazed by the intensity of his orgasm just now, she licked the side of her lips and nodded "Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine, that actually turned me on even further." she admitted, sheepishly averting her eyes away from him.

She pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear and clicked her tongue "During that one single nlowjob session you made me discover several new kinks." the brunette giggled, leaning forward to kiss the tip of his member before letting go of it before climbing back up into his lap, already pressing her ever so dampened core up against the tip of his dick.

"You did seem to lose yourself a bit back there..." she added "I actually liked it when you did, a lot."

When she ultimately came back up, he would notice she'd pretty much swallowed it all. It was hot, he had to admit. Her expression was so erotic, andnyhe fact she was rubbing up against him caused him to have another stiffy.

A teenage boy could really just pop a boner at the drop of a hat, huh?

Jotaro scoffed "I knew you were a freak A- I mean, Sora. Yet you still managed to suripise me there." he admitted, pulling her body towards his. Her licked his lips, smirking down at her he positioned himself just below her entrance, pressing up against the lubricated hole. "We're just getting started, are you ready for what comes next kitten?" the teen asked her.

Sora nodded, leaning her body into his, chest against chest, forehead to forehead, lips merely brushing against oneanother. "Make me yours Jojo." she cooed at him playfully before she got pulled into a deep kiss by him, and without another warning she was eased down his twitching shaft with the same speed one would rip off a plaster.

So, not slow what so ever.

The kiss was a good way to silence them both, they moaned against eachothers lips. Desperately clinging onto eachother, Sora was going trough the pain of getting her insides stretched out like crazy while Jotaro was also trying to get used to the feeling of being surrounded by her inner walls. Her insides were slick, tight and warm, and he was prodding right at them.

They both had to pull away from the kiss in order to catch their breaths, both their mouths hanging open with a single string of saliva connecting their mouths. The two teens gazed into eachothers eyes as if in some sort of a daze, just adoringly observing eachothers expressions.

No words were spoken when they leaned in for another kiss, the force Sora applied onto Jotaro's body caused him to fall back onto the bed with her on top of him. Their tongues coaxed one another into an impatient exchange, this was used to pass the time so Sora got adjusted to having him inside of her.

Once she felt confident enough she pulled away from the kiss, panting she sat up on top if him, leaving Jotaro to lay back and take it all in. He was causing her to feel so much, her insides were absolutely aching from having him inside of her. Now she was going to use that dick to rearrange her guts. "God Jojo, you're huge." she breathed out, giving her hips a test bounce only to be greeted by pleasure. A small moan left her and she tilted her head back "It feels so nice, my pussy is completely numb to the pain."

Jotaro groaned, his hands massaged over her thighs before travelling up to hold onto her hips to steady her on top of himself. "Talk less and move those hips more. You know what to do princess.~" he purred.

Sora huffed and stick her tongue out at him "If you want to continue fucking me, you'll let me talk Jotaro. I'll enjoy teasing you while you are under me." she shot back, the sass never leaving her.

Before Jotaro could reply however, she moved her hips once more. Lifting them up before slamming them back down, her hands were on top of his chest as extra support.

Sora breathed out shakily each time she brought herself down, the brunette arched her back before looking down at her 'partner', so to speak.

She did wonder, what were they to one another? She wanted to be his friend since the begging. But this was something completely different. This wasn't just a friendship.

Were they friends?

Friends with benefits?

Were they just fuck buddies now?

Could the two actually have anything romantically going on?

It was a weird thing to think about, especially while the two were in the middle of having sex. Ready to fuck the lights out of eachother.

"Jojo, how does it feel?" She asked in an out of breath voice, moans slipping pass her lips each time she moved. It was amazing how much strength and endurance she had bellow the belt, in her lower body. "How do I feel, hmm? Does my pussy feel nice?"

"Yes-yes, you cocky bitch." Jotaro stammered out, beads of sweat began forming on his forehead. He kept his eyes screws shut while his face twisted from the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling. This was both of their first time having sex after all, of coarse they weren't accustomed to the feeling yet. "It's amazing-" he grunted thrusting his hips upwards up met her pace at half way "I can't get enough of it, it's so tight and warm. I'm going to fuck your brains out once you're done."

Sora chuckled dryly at what was supposed to either be a threat or just a promise. She gasped feeling him thrusting up into her, he went deep enough to kiss against her cervix. That one special spot that made her see stars "Fuck, yes Jojo! Shit, do it again-do it again!~" she mewled pleadingly and shut her eyes tightly, moving her hips with more vigour. "Fuck me Jojo~"

Jotaro couldn't help himself, he snorted in amusement "You're like a switch Sora, you change your mood so quickly." he mumbled, just like that he was quick to flip them over, missionary style. "I can't trust you to stay dominant for long." he said, holding her her hips up before ramming down into her. Reaching palaces he never thought would be possible.

Ah yes, the female g-spot. Poggers.

Sora gripped at the sheets of her bed, and while her hips were held up she was basically supporting herself on the tips of her toes. "Guess you'll have top from now on then." the brunette joked, barely able to catch her breath inbetween her breaths and moans.

"Hm, 'from now on'?" He asked in a taunting tone of voice, he leaned closer down to her, a smug smirk on his face "So you want to continue getting fucked by me, even after tonight?" he teased. Not that he would mind, he was actually having a good time with this. All his frustration was being concentrated into his thrusts as he basically abused her core.

It didn't look like Sora minded it though, she liked it too.

Sora's face grew even more flustered, she blew a raspberry at him "Pfff, fuck you Jotaro." she replied in her embarrassment, turning her head away from him. A firm and sharp spank, which came out of nowhere, caused her to let put a surprised moan. Though it did not cause her any discomfort.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you actually like that?" Jotaro asked sarcastically mid thrusting inside of her, he could feel himself twitch inside of her, but he didn't want to finish just yet. She was starting to grow tight as well. "Who's fucking who here? Who's the bitch that's getting fucked?" he inquired as he then sped up his movements. His thrusts getting more rough and fast, showing no mercy to her insides. They were both nearing their ends, but they were not done just yet.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, you are-" Sora hissed arching her back up and biting her lower lip, her grip on the bedsheets tightened and her legs were close to giving up. They were going numb. "You're fucking me- I-I'm the bitch that's getting fucked!" she whined, she felt the knot that has formed in her stomach getting ready to burst.

The two weren't even aware of how loud they have become, but that's a problem to deal with tomorrow.

"It's cute how easy it is for you to turn submissive. You can be cute too sometimes, I just needed to tune you right." Jotaro commented before letting go of her hips which caused Sora's body to get dropped onto the bed once more, the girl was out of breath breathing hevaly. As he dropped her he also slipped out of her, his length thoroughly covered in her juices.

"Jotarooo~ Wh-why'd you pull out?" Sora's whiny stammer came out pretty weak, might be that she had grown exhausted by this point. And to think she was about to finish too.

Jotaro hummed, he leaned down so hovering over her. He planted a rather soft kiss onto her forehead. This was too out of character for him "I wanted to switch positions, besides... I wouldn't want our little fun to be cut short." he said, guiding her legs to wrap around his hips for support while he positioned himself at her entrance once again.

"Cut short my ass-just get it over with-eep!" She quaked andnwhite her eyes tightly at the feeling of being penetrated once again. He pentered her without a single warning, again. "Sure just plunge in, my vagina is free reel estate- no need to warn me every single time you want to stick your dick back into me." she grumbled sarcastically.

The raven-haired teen chuckled pressing his forehead against hers and gave her a smug smirk. "My apologies senpai-" he began, only to get slapped onto the shoulder which caused him to laugh.

"Fuckin'- don't call me that!" the brunette hissed.

"Fine, I won't... You're too fun not to mess around with." He commented, and just like that they were back to their 'regular programme'. He gestured her to wrap her arms around his neck as he went back to what they were doing.

Right, they were in the middle of fucking one another.

The two went on with the entire process for quite a while, three more rounds later they were both exhausted. Panting and cuddling close into one another, sharing occasional, tender kisses every now and then, and playing with eachothers hair.

"I think I might have pulled a muscle during the last round." Sora mumbled sheepishly, planting soft kisses around Jotaro's jawline and neck. "I don't think I can even move my legs" she added. "It will be sore to walk tomorrow..."

"You'll manage." Jotaro said with his hands combing trough her, now, messy hair. Her physical presence was very welcome as it was cooling down his body which has overheated from their 'activity'. "Wanna take a shower?"

"Nah... I'll take it in the morning... I'm too tired now." the brunette grumbled, finally lowering her head down to rest on his chest. She could hear and feel his heartbeat, it was still calming down, beating slowly in sync with his breathing. "I just need sleep now." she sighed.

"Alright..." he replied, he was going to go silent there before he spoke up again, a thought coming to his mind "You were on birth control, right..?"

"For fuck's sake, now you ask?" Sora grumbled out. If she wasn't so tired, she'd pick up a pillow and smack him with it. "While you should have asked me that BEFORE you decided to jump my bones, but yes... I was. Now go to sleep, no more talking."

Jotaro huffed wrapping his arms around her small frame and pulled her close to him, nuzzling his face into her hair "Fine... Goodnight Sora."

"Goodnight Jotaro..." her voice trailed off before she closed her eyes. She was basically out like a light, softly snoozing away.

~~King~~~Crimson~~

The next morning there was quite a few problems with getting out of bed for the two, one was leaving a comfortable position, then the second one was the fact they were both sore. It was a hassle to get out of bed and clean up. Also, it wasn't even 6:30 am yet.

Eventually with a lot of soreness the two did shower and make their way down to the lobby, compared to what they looked like when they woke up, they were way more refreshed. Although, Sora was trying her hardest not to limp, but taking a single step was so painful. It felt like all the joints in her legs were just cramping up.

When they approached the rest of the group, they looked like they got no sleep what do ever.

Oh.

Oh man.

They all just might have heard them going at it last night.

Polnareff put his hands together and brought them up to his face, he inhaled deeply "Jotaro... As much as I want to congratulate you for a successful night of sex and for losing your virginity-" he began before gesturing at the two "Could you two not have FUCKED EACHOTHER MORE QUIETLY."

"Oh..." Sora remarked sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. She wasn't exactly feeling embarrassed or all to panic over learning that everyone in the group heard them having sex. "Whoops, my bad." she said before turning her attention to a particularly tired and unnerved looking Kakyoin. "You good Kak?"

"I... I don't want to talk about it." the redhead mumbled, refusing to look either one of them in the eye. It was as if he was seeing the world in a new light. "It's really not a big deal."

Avdol wasn't even going to comment innyhe situation, Joseph on the other hand-"I knew the two had a thing for eachother... You did use protection, right?" the last thing they needed on this trip was a pregnant teenager.

"That's all?" "That's all."

"Well, enough about that! Let's get out of here."

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winterandwords · 3 years ago

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Sort of thinking of maybe putting a whole book on here?

I don't think you all realise just how seriously I'm considering creating a side blog to publish November Breaks (AKA Project Storm, if you've been following me for a while) directly onto Tumblr when it's ready.

This isn't as crazy or weird as it sounds. My current plan (for the love of god, don't ask me to explain this, I've talked about it SO MUCH) is to have it available, free, on my website to read online (with a full indexed contents page, and < last chapter | contents | next chapter > on each page) and also to download as an epub, mobi and pdf. I'm already posting it on the internet in a way people can read it without having to buy it first.

There is a tip jar on my website. It runs on PayPal, so can be used with a PayPal account, debit card or credit card. Anyone who wants to, and is able to, can put some money in there if they enjoy the book.

I could very easily put a link to that tip jar page, or even add PayPal buttons or links (if that's OK by Tumblr rules, which I'm actually not 100% sure about and would need to check) on the chapters on Tumblr, so I could have a tip jar equivalent here and the contents page and navigation would be no more hassle to set up than on winterandwords.com (I've done it for my short story collection that's coming out next month and it wasn't a huge ball-ache).

The only thing stopping me is the thought of random chapters being reblogged out of context. I'm not entirely sure why that would bother me, because it would actually lead people to the full book if they wanted to read. I just have feelings about it.

I'm mildly iffy about the higher chances of plagiarism of something posted on Tumblr, because at least on my website the context is solid. I mean, people will plagiarise whatever they're going to be plagiarise and I stopped losing sleep over that a long time ago. Yes it's happened with other things I've put online when I was working as a photographer, yes it was annoying, no the world didn't end, and the internet is what it is. Piracy, plagiarism and copyright violation exist. They boil my piss, but realistically anything anyone puts online is vulnerable to it. There's more to this, but it's a whole 'nother post, I've slept for one hour out of the last 36 and I don't have the mental capacity to get into it right now.

Anyway. The thing with chapters being reblogged out of order. How much of a problem is that really? Do I care? I sort of feel like there are probably people who would read a book on here, whether serialised or all at once, who might not go to an external site to read it, but maybe that's a flawed assumption. I don't know. Tired brainspew.

Slightly-later-Winter had a thought. If I do ever decide to do anything else with this book in terms of publishing (definitely not trad pub though), I can easily remove it from being read online or downloaded from winterandwords.com. But. It's one thing to know there are some copies floating around that people downloaded, and another entirely knowing there are reblogged random chapters forever kicking about on Tumblr, possibly with comments and reblog additions attached. I can't articulate why that's a thing for me, but I think it is?

Thoughts? Would you read a (short) novel on here? Have you posted one or are you posting one? How's it going for you?

EDITED TO ADD: I'm gonna tag a bunch of my chatty mutuals. I'd love to know what you think, but please don't feel like you HAVE to reply. You totally don't. I just know how quickly things fly past here.

@thegreatobsesso @ashen-crest @adie-dee @reeseweston @talesfromaurea @indecentpause @lunarmoment @diphthongsfordays @artbyeloquent @pertinax--loculos @manathen @selishady @eyes-talks-ocs @drippingmoon @the-finch-address @drabbleitout and anyone else who wants to share your views. My brain has just ceased, so I probably missed a bunch of folks. It's not you. It's definitely me.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years ago

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Hypnotic Stirrings: Facing The Facts

Summary- 4.1k Nick Vaughn x Pregnant!Reader. After what happened that morning, Nick decides to take you out of the house the rest of the day. Jack is spending the day with his Aunt Lisa, so it's just the two of you. Things feel normal out of the house for both of you. But returning home, it's time to find out what Lisa had actually done and see if it can't be reversed.

Warnings- None.

A/N- Just one more after this one folks and everyone finds out what is going on with Samantha! Thank you all so much for joining me on this for Halloween. Happy Reading! 🎃👻 Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Chapter Four / Masterlist

Nick did his best to give you an afternoon of fun. It was the least you deserved from him after dealing with the past few days and he had to admit it was just as much for him. The two of you took a late lunch at your favorite restaurant on main street, you having ordered a cheddar cheeseburger with extra pickle chips on the side, the baby's new craving while Nick got a bacon burger with extra fries on the side. Prepared for you to claim those as well.

It was also Nick that brought up the newest family member, suggesting that it was time to start setting up the back bedroom for a nursery.

You eagerly started sharing ideas with him, having most of Jack’s main stuff that could be reused, it left an opportunity to really make this a nursery of your dreams. It was good to be talking about the future, not the dark past of a girl named Samantha… who might or might not exist. You still had yet to really believe in ghosts.

After the lunch date, Nick took you to a nearby second-hand store. You browsed with him, the two of you goofing off with the second-hand clothing. You grabbed a hat to perch on Nick’s head and he added some thick-framed glasses, giving a bit of an extravagant flair of his hand. “How much would you pay for a second-hand husband? I’m on discount.” He teased, making you giggle.

“Hm, you missing something.” You looked him up and down before turning back to the clothing racks. Flicking random clothes down the rack, you found a fluffy boa and grasped it. “Add this to the ensemble and it's a solid sale.” You wrapped it around the back of his neck to pull him in close, Nick stumbled into you while pressing your mouth to his.

At this moment, the Nick you knew, the carefree husband you married returned, cupping your face and kissing slower, sure to keep it affectionate with the softness of his lips curving to yours and the gentle swipe of his tongue, it made you feel loved in his hold, feeling his hands cup your face preciously. “I love you Nicky.”

“I know you do, I know I don’t always show it Baby, but I love you so much. There isn’t anything that could change how crazy I am for you.”

“Thank you for this afternoon.” You reached up to remove the hat from his head and put it back on the display. Nick did the same with the glasses he had perched on his face and was uncurling the scarf from around his neck and swinging it around yours, smirking a bit.

“How about we take this one home with us? I have ideas for it, Baby.”

You wriggled a bit when he closed in on you, his hands teasing along your sides and cupping your ass slightly, you bit your lip at the rush it gave you, experiencing him in a playful mood once more. “Oh do you?” You tugged on the boa a bit, snorting. “Like it would hold.”

Nick snipped the price tag off it to bring it to the counter. “Well we are gonna test it out Babygirl.”

Lisa was sure to be waiting with Jack when Nick and you returned home. Nick’s good mood soured a bit being home and seeing his sister-in-law. He knew he shouldn’t be too upset with Lisa, considering he was the one that accepted the hypnotizing challenge. But everything after that night seemed to have just turned into a mess.

He supposed he might as well find out just what she did to him.

Jack was sitting on the stoop with her when he saw his parents, giving a wave while enthusiastically jumping off the steps to run to his parents, leaping into Nick's hold. “Well hey Jackie, have fun with your Aunt?”

The boy hugged him around his neck, cuddling in close. You dug for your keys while saying hello to Lisa.

“You okay Daddy?” Jack whispered in Nick’s ear. “Samantha told me you had a bad day.”

Nick hummed a bit, glancing at you to see if you happened to hear him. But you were too engrossed talking to Lisa about each other's afternoons to notice.

“I'm okay buddy, don’t worry about it.” He kissed the side of the boy's head and set him down. Jack nodded while taking his hand, the both of them following the women inside. Once Jack was settled in, letting him talk about his date with Auntie Lisa, which had consisted of going once more to the park and several games of hide and seek at the apartment, Jack settled upstairs in his parent's bed to watch cartoons on the dvd player.

Downstairs Nick, you and Lisa settled around the table to finish chatting. Nick was quick to change the topic from the easy going conversation of Jack starting pre-k in just a few weeks to the night of the party.

“That night you hypnotized me Lisa what exactly happened?”

Lisa rolled her eyes. “Nothing Nick, I just talked to you a bit.”

“Come on… I know Y/N has told you shit is getting weird.” Nick pushed and Lisa hesitated a bit.

“Okay, but don’t be mad Nick!” She exclaimed and you narrowed your eyes at your sister.

“Oh my god… what did you do Lisa?”

“Wait- did you leave me with her Y/N?” Nick said in a slight panic and it was your turn to roll your eyes at him.

“For just a minute, I had to pee.” Your hand pressed against your bump to emphasize why. Then your glare turned back to Lisa. “Spill it now.”

Lisa shrunk away a bit, a grimace of shame on her face. “Okay, Nick… I might have… suggested you be a bit more open-minded.”

“More open-minded? I'm open-minded.” Nick rebutted against his sister in law

“You always make fun of me. So I just wanted to show you.”

“What exactly did you say Lisa?” You cut in before they could start fighting about it.

“I just said ‘Nick, now your mind is a wide-open door, ready to receive anything.”

Nicks’ eyes widened as he pushed to a stand. “You didn’t, why would you do something like that?!”

“Well, I didn’t think it would actually work!” Lisa shouted a bit, unable to hold back a grin of pride. “But I guess I got a gift.”

“Fucking hell Lisa. Fix this.” Nick grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the living room, seating himself exactly where he was that night.

“Fix it how? Jesus fuck, I don’t even really know what happened that night. We were all high as fuck.”

You sat next to Nick, furious now with your sister but keeping calm. “I wasn’t, I remember what happened to put you under.” You rubbed at Nicks’ back, who was absolutely seething. “Put him under again Lisa, then you can fix it.”

Lisa looked so unsure of it all, wiping her hands on her thighs nervously. “You sure? What if I just mess him up more at this point?”

Nick shot a glare at her, his eyes narrowed. “More than you already have? Doubtful. Just do it already.”

“Fine! Fine, but you gotta calm down Nick. Too much hostility.”

“Just do it Lisa.” He grunted while settling back on the couch. His hand sought yours, which you clasped in yours. There was a slight tremor, Nick was scared. A moment you had only seen a handful of times. When you threatened to break up with him when you two first started dating, that time you and him were in a car accident when pregnant with Jack, the month you two were homeless with a newborn while he sought a job. All those times the two of you made it through stronger than before. This time was no different, in the end, it will be okay. You lived on this faith. Knowing this as a fact, you squeezed his hand with absolute assurance on your part.

Lisa settled on the coffee table in front of Nick, holding her finger back up for him to focus on. “Just like before Nicky, just watch my finger, block out everything else but my voice. In and out Nick, deep breaths.”

Nick did as Lisa told him, this time was more of a struggle to find that mindless space. His heart was a loud echo in his ears, the street just outside of the house had traffic coming up and down, upstairs the faint noise of the tv distracted him. But finally his eyes slid shut, Lisa's voice still calm as before, soothing almost as he wandered back into that theater.

Just like before the black velvet overtakes everything till the theater is nothing but pitch black smoothness. The white screen makes a soft glow in the black void. Along with the familiarity of the theater came that tingle of unease.

“You are all alone, it's relaxing Nick, your arms feel heavy, your legs. You are just floating closer.”

But he wasn't alone, Nick could sense someone in there with him. For him, he could see someone sitting in front of him. Someone with a winter jacket enclosed around them, billows of frosty looking air coming up from them to disappear within a few seconds. They were facing the screen.

Out loud to both you and Lisa, Nick muttered. “Not alone.” His face screwed up in confusion.

“Yes, you are Nick, all alone in the nice dark theater. Just move towards the screen.” Lisa tried redirecting him gently.

Nick made his way down the aisle, stumbling over his feet in his rush till he grasped the person’s shoulder and the head whipped towards him.

Sallow sunken eyes and stringy hair circled around Samantha’s hollowed cheeks as she gasped out in a silent scream. Nick felt himself get slammed in his chest, all the air rushing from him.

He stepped into his house, plastic hanging all over and Samantha reaching for him through the plastic. She was screaming, but Nick couldn't hear her, he tried ripping at the plastic to get her, trying to hear what she was saying.

“What do you want?” He screamed, making both Lisa and You jump in your seats.

“NICK! LOOK AT THE SCREEN.” Lisa shouts above him. Upstairs Jack was thumping around, racing to the stairs landing, crying to you.

“Mommy! Mommy call for Daddy!” He starts thumping down the stairs, you hesitate between leaving Nick while he was in the throes of being hypnotized and reaching for your son.

“Jack, go back upstairs!” You try to stall him, not wanting Jack to see Nick like this.

Nick kept shouting to Samantha, pointing at his ears that he couldn't hear her. Not over the blasting music.

I want to see it painted,

Painted black,

“I can't hear you, come closer.” Nick tugged at the plastic, feeling it start to cling to him while he tried to rip it off himself, tearing through what was keeping him separated from Samantha.

Black as night,

Black as coal,

I wanna see the sun.

The harder he struggled, the more he started to wheeze out, feeling himself start to go dizzy from lack of air. Samantha fought to, till her fingertips touched Nick’s outreached ones, then they both were plunged back into the theater. Her head whipped to the screen and he did too.

The words were glaring in front of him on the screen.

DIG.

“I can't get through to him Y/N, I can't get him to wake back up.” Lisa panicked as she continued trying to get Nick to answer her, you had left the room for just a moment to send Jack back upstairs. Hearing her, you rushed to Nick’s side and grabbed his face to wrench him to face you. He had tears streaming down his face, his eyelids twitching, his whole face looked like he was in pain. What scared you the worst though was the blue tinge starting to form at his lips. Then you realized he wasn't breathing.

“Fuck Nick, BREATHE!” You shouted in his face.

Red rimmed eyes shot open and he gasped, falling into you with a sob. You clutched at him while his body wracked between a sob for air and outflowing of emotions. You buried your face in his hair, rocking with him slightly before you untangled yourself from around him and pushed him to sit up. Lisa teetered on the coffee table, shocked at everything before she blurted out.

“Holy fucking hell, what happened? Nick, are you okay? What happened? Jesus Christ, you were like somewhere else!”

“Lisa shut up.” You snapped as you studied Nick’s face, wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Baby breathe, please. You stopped, just stopped entirely there.”

Nick took several more gasping breaths before the color in his face returned to normal and his uncontrolled shaking started to ease.

“I know what I have to do.”

Before you or Lisa could even ask, Nick shot up from the couch and grabbed his jacket with his wallet. “Nick, wait!” You scrambled to get off the couch, but he was already out the door and gone with the car by the time you made it down the steps. You rushed into the street to shout his name but the tail lights turned the corner and were gone. Lisa followed right behind, pausing beside you. You turned on her. “What the fuck just happened?!”

She shook her head, her eyes wide in shock. “I- fuck I really don’t know what happened Y/N.”

It was late when you said goodbye to Lisa. She had apologized for the thing several times. By the time you got her out the door, you had assured her she was forgiven just to get her out the door.

“If you need anything, call me.” She frowned before giving you one last hug. You returned it before reaching to close your door once more.

“Yes of course.” you said but inside, well it was more the opposite. You wanted to strangle your dear sister for this. Her, Nick, just about everyone at this point. You were so tired, so exhausted that all you could think of was cuddling with Jack and passing out.

Nick, he hasn't answered any of his texts, your worry for him having turned into absolute pissed off, enraged, couldn't give a damn.

Which was a lie, you were beyond worried and scared. But this was how you were managing it right now.

You were just starting up the stairs to head to bed when your door opened and shut again. Turning around, you saw Nick coming in, dragging what looked like a bunch of tools.

“What the fuck?” You muttered as you went back down the stairs, following the clattering of noise up ahead to your kitchen. “Do you have any idea what time it fucking is Nick?”

But he wasn't in there, the overhead light swung back and forth, casting shadows to sway around the room to make you nauseous seeing it. Leaning against a chair, you glanced at the floor to see the solitary rug moved from the middle of the room and the floor popped open where a trap door was hidden that led down to the basement. “For fucks sake.” You muttered to yourself as you lowered yourself down onto the ladder and carefully descended down to the dank dark basement.

The basement you always hated because it gave you the creeps. It was always cold in the basement, the shadows would stretch across the cement floor and race up the brick walls of the house's foundation and it felt like something just crept in the shadows, watching. Which was purely your imagination, this you knew.

But still, you hated it and avoided it when you could. Which this time you couldn't. Stepping off the ladder, your arms went around yourself defensively as Nick sorted his tools on a wooden bench on the far wall.

Heavy sledgehammers, pickaxe, and a couple different shovels, then to top it off, a heavy-duty jackhammer. “What are you doing Nick?”

“I have to dig.”

You gawked at him as he picked up his first tool, the pickaxe. “You can't be serious. Nick, you sure as hell can't tear up this floor.”

“It's the only place to dig Y/N.” He started calmly as he started to lay out some sort of floor plan. Sectioning off squares to work in.

“Nick! Harry will terminate us from the property. You can't just rip out floors, especially cement ones.”

“I will replace it when I'm done Y/N.” Nick stated so calmly that you wanted to scream again.

“You really have lost your goddamn mind. How are you planning on doing that Nick?!” Sputtering at him as Nick cleaned out the corner of accumulated crap in the time your family has lived here. “We are going to be homeless Nick! Again!”

“Fucking christ Y/N.” Nick snapped out as he pushed stuff out of the way. “You wanted this to be finished, this is how it's going to happen. She told me to dig, we don't have a yard in this city. This is the only place to dig around here.”

“Who Samantha? Your new fucking girlfriend.” You knew it was childish for you to snap at him, but the nagging part of you couldn't stop yourself.

“That's low Y/N.” He snarled as he hefted the pickaxe up and slammed it down heavily, chipping at the cement.

“Fuck off Nick, you do whatever you want, you always do.” You flip him off and start back up the ladder. “Jack and I will be upstairs sleeping, not like you give a fuck.”

At this point, the pickaxe became a steady hammering while you retreated, this time you didn't pause on your way up the stairs.

You ripped your clothing off, tossing them into the nearby basket while yanking on your nightshirt. “Fucking asshole.” You snarled as you yanked the blankets over yourself. That's when you let the heaviness take over, the knot in your chest started to work itself up to your throat in a painful way till it escaped in a gasp. Curling into your pillow, you pressed your face into it and screamed.

Screamed your rage and uncertainty. It muffled it slightly. You missed the squeak of your door or the patter of feet on the old wooden floors. But you felt the dip of the bed and little hands brushing through your hair. Lifting your head, you saw Jack sitting next to you, his little face tilting towards you and little chubby hands brushing at the tears on your face.

“It's okay Mommy.”

You took a shuddering breath while circling an arm around him while you pulled him closer, your little boy moving to snuggle in against you under the blankets.

“I know Jackie.” You hugged your face against his still baby soft hair, letting your cheek rest against him as he kept trying to reassure you. His time he rubbed at your arm wrapped around him.

“Daddy and I love you very much.”

You hid a smile against the top of his head. “I won't forget Jackie.” You whispered in his hair as you cuddled your son closer to it. The little body was warm and soothed you enough for both of you to fall asleep.

You woke up groggy, the sun was cutting through your bleary vision and you tried to figure out why you woke up.

Thud, thud, thud, CRACK.

Your head dropped back to your pillow to stare up at nothing, remembering Nick's new thing. Busting through the cement floor.

With a push up to get dressed, Jack wasn't anywhere upstairs to be found and you called his name to hear nothing more than the echo of cement being busted. You made your way into the kitchen and then back down into the basement.

What greeted you was some of the cement busted, dirt upturned in random spots. Jack was in one of those holes, flinging dirt over his shoulder while Nick, who had shed his shirt because he was turning into a sweaty dirty mess. “Have you been doing this all night Nick?” You asked incredulously as well as waving a hand at Jack. “And now you have him in it?”

Nick paused, breathing heavily as he wiped at his forehead, streaking more dirt on his face from his forearm. “Only way to get through the floor Baby.”

“And Jack?”

“He woke up early and wanted to help.” Nick glanced where Jack was using a small little garden trowel to dig through the dirt. “I finished that corner, I promise she isn't there.”

That was it, you took one last look at the room, then at Nick and shook your head. “I'm done, all done. Jack and I are going to my mother's. I can't…” You turned away to collect Jack, who protested that he was helping.

“Baby, I’m so fucking close.” Nick pleaded as you sent Jack up the ladder to go get washed up.

“Close to what Nick? You won't get any help, you are destroying the house. Lisa, I can't believe we let Lisa do it again to you, cause now look. This isn't good for us, Jack or the baby.” You moved away from Nick when he reached for you, frowning hearing what you were saying. “So I'm removing myself and removing Jack. When you figure it out, when you start to make some sense again… You know where I'm at.” You turned to pull yourself up the ladder.

“Fuck.” Nick grabbed his shirt to wipe the sweat off and hurried up the ladder, following you up the stairs. In all honesty, if you went to your mother's house, he could work without disturbing you. Maybe he could find Samantha’s body faster. Pausing outside of the bedroom door, Nick watched as you threw clothes from the dresser onto the bed as well as snatching a duffle from the floor nearby onto the bed.

“How many days are you thinking Baby?” He asked reluctantly and you shrugged, refusing to look at him.

“I don't know, weekend, the whole week. Does it matter?” Nick frowned hearing you while reaching for you, which you wrenched from his hold. “Don’t.”

“Hey, Y/N… stop, please?” He asked and you finally stilled, but still had turned your back to him. He kissed your shoulder softly before coming around to face you, doing his best not to get you dirty. “Of course it matters, you matter to me. I'm doing this to get back to normal.”

“If you just go…”

“Talking to someone isn’t going to help Baby.” Nick was gentle to lift his fingers under your chin to lift your gaze up to him. “If I tell someone I’m seeing things, they will not believe me. Maybe have me go under observation. I know I’m not crazy Y/N, I know what I’m seeing and dreaming is real.”

You wanted to believe what he said to be true. But you couldn't, in your mind, it just wasn't possible, or maybe you did and that scared you even worst, you really didn't know what to think anymore. You never actually believed in any of the stuff Lisa talked about all the time. You lived in the very ‘If you could see it, then it could be proven.’ So far you haven't seen anything that Jack and NIck had witnessed. In this same breath, you didn't want Nick to be labeled as anything. You didn't know what to do or have any kind of answers, and right now you felt like you were suffocating in this house. “Why I'm not going to ask anymore Nick. I already called my mother, made something up about you having a work thing. Thought we could spend some time with her and dad. They shouldn't ask too much and Lisa won't say anything.” You stuff some things into your bag, glancing at Nick. “Jack though… he's confused. Can you go talk to him? He knows we're not okay and I don’t want whatever we have going on to hurt him.”

Nick didn't like you talking like that, it reminded him of many of the past rough patches you two went through. But he could also tell when you were at the point where he needed to let you decide what to do, just as he needed to do this right now. “Of course.” He went to hug you to reassure you but then paused because of the dirt and sweat.

You saw him waver and closed that gap for him, hugging him tightly. “God, you stink Nick.” You muttered with a snort and he laughed.

“Let me go clean up and I will have a sit down with Jack.”

You let him go with a nod and watched Nick disappear into the bathroom to clean up quickly.

#hypnotic stirrings #hypnotic stirrings nick #before we go #before we go au #nick vaughn #nick vaughn au #chris evans characters #chris evans fanfiction #halloween 2021 #halloween #amber writes #sweater writes

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inklingofadream · 4 years ago

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hey ok 3 seconds into tma rewatch and i have Thoughts:

Now, the Institute was founded in 1818, which means that the Archive contains almost 200 years of case files at this point. Combine that with the fact that most of the Institute prefers the ivory tower of pure academia to the complicated work of dealing with statements or recent experiences and you have the recipe for an impeccably organised library and an absolute mess of an archive. (MAG 1)

So this is on a Doylist level part of the justification for why the archives gang do so much practical research on the statements, but the early installment weirdness on not quite knowing how the institute functions yet, but that plus jon a bit before this stating he’s familiar with their “ongoing projects and contracts” and later in the season tim talking about the grad students implies that the institute also does a lot of like. Books and articles about the supernatural. (idk where these are being published bc it sounds like they aren’t necessarily respected enough for most academic presses or journals lol)

But we know Jon was in Research, along with tim and sasha. And later he goes up to help out with the influx of new garbage statements they get around Halloween (MAG 55). So clearly someone is gong through the new statements,although based on the description they’re mostly p lightly researched- probably calling up ppl mentioned besides the statement giver and saying “hey did this happen?” and when the friend or whoever says “no he said he was gonna go give y’all a statement for a goof” it’s marked closed.

What I would like to posit is that the institute has several functions practically:

the library probably gets a fair bit of funding, so they can get basically any relevant work published and add it to their collection.

This is where you’ll have a lot of the grad students hanging around. probably a handful of other academics from various institutions, too. In addition to the students working on paranormal stuff, I’d guess you also have a fair number from history, folklore, psychology, and a smattering of other disciplines who’re there for rlly rlly niche projects on physics or architecture. Like i’d imagine anyone in the area doing work on spiritualism ends up in the institute library eventually- if they have any primary sources like journals or manuscripts from jonah’s whole gang, for example, i’d assume they’re in the library bc the archives seem to be exclusively statements.

Honestly Im like 50% sure the institute has contracts with whatever like ghost hunting type shows exist in the uk to contribute research and have someone respectable looking come do talking head segments as needed. this goes up to 100% for the usher foundation, bc i KNOW we have hella programs like that in the states. like Finding Bigfoot has a donor plaque in the foyer of the usher foundation

Other contracts and projects are probably with a handful of other, non-entity orgs devoted to the paranormal, plus whatever the Lukases, Fairchilds, et al decide they want.

Research, I would like to propose, is supposedly all one big department, but in practical terms contains 2 factions:

The segment Jon worked with for the most part, following up on statements and artifacts. probably smaller, except when they manage to draft the rest in for like halloween and such. the regulars are probably mostly the ppl jon gets annoyed at for being credulous and thinking every statement’s legit

the rest are ppl under the institute banner who are working in the library, doing research for outside contracts, institute wide contracts, and writing whatever gets published out of the institute. probably mostly more concerned with the supernatural as like. an intellectual exercise than jon would be, instead of finding out what’s legit and what isn’t. otherwise they’re mostly more jon’s type of ppl, with the academic distance etc.

Artefact Storage is prolly a host unto itself. Sometimes research’ll get tagged to get an item’s history but like. only ppl who work there go there

The archives are also their own thing. no one goes there.

Why does this matter? I would like to posit 2 reasons.

The first is that it explains part of why the Institute isn’t v respected academically. Everywhere else would have whatever primary source stuff and unique books they have down in the archives/special collections with the statements. I don’t know a ton about library science, but I don’t think things usually end up split/mixed like they are at the institute. Plus, there is very much an area where the Institute could be a valued collection! If the archives were organized. In theory, the Archives should be a valued and respected resource for folklorists! No one in folklore studies cares if a story is true; as far as they’re concerned, the archives are full of memorates that could be really useful. Like academic texts in folklore will generally have quotes from ppl’s ghost stories (or tall tales or folk songs etc) intercut with analysis of patterns and what they mean. But they’re organized so terribly. If they were devoted to folklore instead of the supernatural, you’d expect a taxonomy of subject- our collection here at my university stuff organized by like “supernatural: religious” “supernatural: non-religious” “customs” etc. But no one would be terribly put out combing through them if they were organized by date or like. at all.

The second is that since the archives and artefact storage are pretty much self contained, most of the daily interaction between institute employees is between people in research and the library. Giving you people like Jon as a put upon minority among “ivory tower” types, from that sub population of researchers and the ppl in the library. Jon’s worked at the Institute for like 5 years, and he’s too himself for a proper rivalry, but it’s very easy to see the people like him and tim who believe that Some Things Are Supernatural and would like proof bumping heads with the rest. Giving him a general dislike for people from the library. AND! an extra reason he takes an extra dislike to martin instead of going “o thank goodness, libraries are way more like archives than research what do we do?” :)

#tma #the magnus archives #tma meta #meta #my meta #folklore #adjacent #srsly the guy with the field hospital book talks abt the released statements being laughed at #but folklorists would b into them! but the archives would feel like a slap in the face to that #mine

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itsstrange · 4 years ago

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Coffee Run & Green Eyes

Series: Spark Between Us

Relationship: Jensen Ackles x Skyline McNoir (OFC)

A/N: Hey everyone! I know it’s been a long time and I apologize for those waiting for more stories, but if you follow me on IG then you would know that this last week I was struck with a stomach flu which caused me to not have enough energy for various things. Luckily, I’ve recovered and feel much better. I also want to apologize to those who have requested me some stories, don’t worry I have Not forgotten about you! Just been dealing with some things!

But!! To not keep you guys in the dark I decided to post a Series I wrote for Ao3 on here, just to give y’all something to read meanwhile I work on some other works for y’all!! Hope y’all enjoy it!

Another thing, we have hit 105 followers y’all!!!! Thank you so much for all the love y’all continue in giving me!! I appreciate it so much!! 🥲💚

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Summary: Skyline McNoir tags along with a few friends who are attending a convention of some show she’s never watched. Little did she know, she would fall head over heels for the lead actor.

Word Count: 2.4 K

Warnings: Will contain Fluff, public sex, alcohol consumption, public fingering, just pure NSFW for all you Jensen fans out there 😊

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The blasting chorus of Follow Me Now by Jason Gleed, wakes Skyline up. Her Hazel eyes glare straight ahead at the coconut cream wall for a few seconds before bringing the cover above her head, trying to muffled the music. Which didn’t help. At all. Then to make the morning less fun, her bed begins to shake violently by her best friend who’s jumping up down awhile singing at the top of her lungs. Skyline groans into the covers and tries to bury herself deeper into the warmth, but before she can even hide, the covers are being shoved off her form. A shiver runs throughout her body from the coldness in the room.

“C’mon Sky! Today’s the day!” Erin yells as she hovers above,

Skyline groans once again, eyes closed shut when it’s far too bright in the room “Five more minutes,”

“No come on,” Erin says, slightly pushing Sky’s body with her foot, “Tiffany and Laila are already downstairs grabbing breakfast,”

Still not moving, Erin shoves her body once again with her foot, when that didn’t do the trick an evil smirk spreads on her face. Grabbing an unused pillow, she raises it above her head before roughly slamming it against Sky’s head, causing her to jerk upright. With sleep still in her eyes, Sky is only able to squint at her best friend.

“Erin! What the fu-,” Her words were cut off when a large pillow smacks her in the face,

Erin chuckles at her, ignoring the death stare as she hops off her bed, “Chop chop.. we got a busy day today!”

With a roll of her eyes and a loud groan, Sky rolls off the comforter and towards the bathroom. After taking care of her regular morning routines, she hops in the shower. Erin’s music still blasted through the speakers, as Sky took a quick shower and she honestly hoped none of their neighbors complained about their disturbance, she knew she would have if she was trying to get a few more hours of shut eye.

That’s all she ever really wanted at the moment, sleep. After months of studying, exams, piles upon piles of work, and busting all nighters she was finally in winter break. The feeling of being able to come home for the holidays and spending those days with her family sounded amazing and relaxing. However, after the second day of being home, she gets a call from Erin. Mentioning something about having another extra ticket for a convention to meet the cast of some show she’s never watched. She kindly declined the offer, wanting to spend her days off with her family sounded like a much better idea than meeting unknown actors. However, Sky often forgets Erin is not the type to take no for an answer and demanded her to hand the phone over to her mother.

Thinking her mother would defend her and find a way to convince Erin to try and find someone else to take to the convention, Sky hands the phone over to her mother. You can only imagine who won that argument.

Once out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body, Sky heads out the bathroom and towards her duffel bag. In the winter season of Austin, Texas, she decides on a plain long sleeve, black jeans, grey hoodie, black boots on her feet with a leather jacket on top. Once her hair is made and adds a couple splashes of makeup on her face, she grabs her phone and book from the small counter as she follows Erin out the room. After a few minutes later, they finally arrive in the breakfast buffet where Tiffany and Laila are already stuffing themselves with waffles and eggs. With a yawn, Sky makes her way over to the buffet with Erin right behind her. Once they both get their plates and sit down on the table, they dig in before getting on with their day.

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8:45 am

“Oh my god!! I just hugged Speight!!” The sound of Laila coming around the corner interrupts Sky from her book,

The sight of Laila bouncing up and down on her feet with a wide grin makes a small chuckle escape from Skyline. As her friends beamed over this Speight guy, Sky returns her focus down on her book. Not really paying much attention at their excitement, but still having a smile on her lips as she reads the next chapter in her book. Even if she’s not having the same excitement as her friends, she is still having fun with them. Being around them in general for whatever reason always brightens her day. No matter how rough of a day she’s seems to be having, her girls always know just how to distract her and make her have fun.

“Ohh it’s almost time for Osric’s panel,” Tiffany says while looking down at her phone,

No longer able to focus on her book, Sky marks her spot before getting up from the floor.

“You guys go in, I’ve got auto’s for Kim at nine,”

It’s barely nine in the morning? Jesus. Sky thinks to herself, the day has felt extremely long she could have sworn it was already noon.

“Okay, let’s go Sky,” Laila motions her head to the side for her to follow,

“If you guys want me to continue tagging along, I’m gonna need an espresso,” Sky states, feeling yet another yawn creeping up her throat,

Her friends chuckle at her but agreed with her idea. They wouldn’t want her dragging her feet all over the convention, besides, coffee did sound like a great idea. Once writing down their preferred drinks in her notes, Sky leaves through the doors, down the steps and towards a coffee shop not too far away. It was only a couple blocks away, she should make it back in no time. Hugging her jacket closer to her body when the wind picks up, Sky quickens her movements to avoid its freezing weather but careful to not slip on the wet pavement. The last thing she needs is to fall flat on her ass, better yet get a concussion or go back home with a broken wrist.

Boy would her mom faint if she saw her daughter in a cast. Will most likely give her a lecture on why it’s important not to be on the phone during the most worst seasons. ‘If you weren’t on the phone this wouldn’t have happened Skyline’. Yep. She can definitely hear her ranting.

After a few blocks in the harsh winds, Skyline is finally reaching the small little coffee joint. Just as she reaches for the handle of the door, another, large, hand reaches at the same time. Thick fingers slightly touching her own, making her pull back with an apology.

“No it’s fine go ahead,” A deep voice says beside her, letting a shiver run down her body,

Most likely from the weather, what else would it be?

She looks up at the man. Dark beard, shades on his face, black hat on his head, with a black T-Shirt underneath a checkered navy flannel and black Levi’s jacket. Even under the dark shades she can tell he was good looking, handsome in fact.

“No you can go ahead,” Sky smiles at the man, stepping aside for him to enter,

He only shakes his head, gripping the door handle as he opens it for her, “Please I insist, my mom would throw a fit if she finds out I didn’t show my manners,”

Sky chuckles at him, “Well we wouldn’t want that now,”

The man chuckles back, smile forming on his lips. Man did that smile just make her stomach flip.

“No, we really wouldn’t,” Chuckling once more at him she accepts the offer with a thanks before entering the coffee shop,

As she walks inside, the change of temperature immediately hits her cold cheeks. Almost as if a heating furnace was suddenly shoved in her face, but she wasn’t complaining, the warmth was needed. Walking further into the coffee shop, she takes a glance over her shoulder to see if the man was behind her, but only lets a smile appear when she catches the moment of him allowing an elderly couple enter before him.

That’s sweet. She thinks to herself as she walks up to the counter. Once her drinks have been ordered and paid, she heads over to a small empty table near the window. Sitting on the chair she pulls out her book and continues where she left off as she waits for her drinks. A few minutes had passed and Sky was too engrossed in her book to notice her name being called out by the barista. Eventually though, she comes back to reality when someone places her drink in front her. Looking up from her book she meets eyes with bright emerald orbs, and noticing those breathtaking eyes belong to the same man from the door.

“I’m guessing your Skyline?,” The way her name rolls off his deep voice sends a shiver down her spine,

Definitely can’t be the air this time, absolutely not.

Eyeing the cup of coffee in front of her, she lifts a eyebrow at the man, teasing him. Even if she sees her name written on the side of the cup.

“And what makes you think that?” The way his lips slightly lift causes something to flip in her stomach,

Again.

“Well.. seeing how there’s hardly folks in here,” He looks around the shop for a few seconds before landing his eyes on hers again, “and you being the only one sitting down without a coffee.. I took a guess,”

Sky hums with a smile as she takes the cup, “Nice deduction,”

He shrugs a shoulder with a smile, “This seat taken?”

Sky shakes her head as she takes careful sips from her drink. With a small smile the man pulls out the chair with his other free hand, seeing how he has a cup of his own in one hand.

“I’m Ross by the way,” The man extends a hand once seated,

With a smile Sky accepts his hand, feeling it warm and rough as it wraps around her own.

“Nice to meet you,” Still smiling she pulls away from his firm hand,

“You around from here or just passing through?” He asks, taking careful sips from his cup,

Sky softly smiles at him as she wraps her hands around her coffee, trying to warm up her fingers.

“Born and raised,” He raises a brow at the small fact,

“No kidding?”

She nods, “Yeah but I’m just home for the holidays,”

He hums with a nod, “In the army or something?”

Sky couldn’t help the chuckle that escapes from her, definitely noticing how the corner of the mans lips slightly lift as well.

“More like college. My last year,”

“Really? What’re you studying?” He asks, taking another sip, never letting his eyes drift from her Hazel ones,

But does notice how they dart down towards his mouth before quickly looking back up to his eyes. A small smirk hides behind the cup, but doesn’t hide it when he pulls it away from his face.

“Biology,” He hums once again with a sincere smile, making her stomach flip,

It was such an odd feeling, especially when it was coming directly from a man she hardly knows. But for some reason, it felt right. Their conversations switched from topic to topic, never faltering. It just felt right, as if they were long time friends catching up with each other instead of two strangers who just met. Eventually, their conversation was cut short with the barista calling out her name once again with the rest of her drinks.

Getting up from her seat she walks over to the counter where her drinks waited. As she grabbed a cup holder and begins placing her drinks in each space, Ross, settles next to her. Getting a whiff of his cologne. Leaning on the counter he had both his and her coffee in either hand, which he hands over with a smile once all coffees were safely secured in place.

“I should get going,” She smiles up at his green orbs, and only then noticing how freckles are splashed on his face,

This man was literally dashing, no doubt about it.

“Yeah same here,” He says looking down at his watch, “Need a ride?”

She shakes her head with a smile, “I’m good thanks,”

“You sure? Heard it might rain,” He continues to lean on the counter as she places her coffee in an empty slot of the holder,

“I’m sure, it’s just a few blocks from here,”

“Well it can rain from those few blocks,” He argues as he gives her a smile, not wanting to end their little moment,

Neither did she, but she had friends waiting and the moment she tells them the reason why she took a little longer than expected, they wouldn’t leave her alone until she gives them the whole shebang.

She lets a small chuckle escape her lips as she picks up the coffees, “I’ll make a run for it,”

He softly chuckles at her comment, green eyes staring straight into her Hazel orbs that have slightly turned grey from her sweater. Definitely finding her and her eyes fascinating and beautiful.

“It was nice meeting you Ross,” She smiles at him as she walks away,

He smiles as he watches her, sending her a wave goodbye when she looks over her shoulder before walking out the door. Watching her leave didn’t feel like a loss, it felt the complete opposite actually. Why? Well for starters, he knew it wouldn’t be the last time he saw her considering she had the all too familiar Creation Entertainment wristband on her left hand. Also, he had her book inside his jacket, another reason on why he would see her again.

Both to retrieve her book and to have a reason to see her again. Don’t get him wrong, he was actually going to give it to her before she left, but the thought of holding it and having a reason to see her again sounded like great idea. He wanted to see her again, wanted to have a conversation longer than 10 minutes and just wanted to get to know her. She was different, in a good way, absolutely in a good way. The way she seemed to not know him or maybe she did but simply did not care made him feel relaxed, made him feel somewhat normal and he would give anything to feel that way again.

Even if it meant “stealing” her book to have an excuse to see her again.

PART 2

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nyx-aira · 4 years ago

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Hi! I was thinking of a young Agatha Harkness x reader fic//one shot where after her fight with the coven, Agatha finds a cottage in the woods to wait out the aftermath, but it turns out reader lives there? I love your work btw!

End my suffering

Requested by @booklovinbi and @midnight-lestrange

Request #2: Hey, can you please do where y/n has kinda the same powers as Wanda, but her color is blue, and she has a fight with Agatha (for who she has feelings, because they were getting close/same for Agatha) During the fight y/n loses and maybe gets seriously injured and waits Agatha to kill her, but instead Agatha kneels and carry her back home, where she takes care of y/n. In the end Agatha kisses y/n and then Agatha is ready to leave but y/n takes her hand and pulls closer for the kiss. Could you write it?

Summary: Agatha is accused of breaking the rules of the coven. As things spiral out of control she injures you badly. What is she going to do now?

A/N: I mixed your requests, I hope that was alright. I didn't follow them exactly but I still hope you like them. Also thank you so much for 200 followers guys, you're amazing.

TW!: Angst, mention of violence, brief mention of blood, brief description of injuries (let me know if I need to add anything)

Tag list: @escapetodreamworld @midnight-lestrange @king-star @ynscrazylife @booklovinbi @mysticfalls01 @adorkwithaplan

The coven had been your home as long as you could remember, growing up there and learning magic as the town folk had cast you out after they killed your mother, falsely accused of witchcraft, it was quite ironic if you thought about it, sending the one away that was actually a witch. You owed the coven your life and you were endlessly grateful for that, loyal until death.

That's why you didn't question it when you were told to meet up by the waterfalls at midnight. Waiting with your sisters you heard her before you could even see her, pleading with the witches dragging her through the forest, fear clearly visible on her face, Agatha. She was brought onto the platform and bound to the stake, magic bonds restricting her movements. Struggling she looked around, scared, terrified. You hid your face under your hood, averting your gaze, you didn't like this but you had faith in the head witch, believing there must be a good reason for this.

And so the trial began.

"Agatha Harkness, are you a witch"

"Yes I am a witch."

She still struggled against her bonds, fear visible on her face but there was something in her voice, something that made your skin crawl and hands shake.

"Yet you have betrayed your coven."

You gasped at that, growing angry, how dare she betrayed your sisterhood. Revealing yourselves you caught her gaze, shock and hurt crossing her features as she recognised you but you only sent her an icy glare.

"I have not."

"You stole knowledge above your age and station, you practiced the darkest of magic."

"I know..I know nothing of these crimes."

She was becoming desperate, you could hear it in her voice, pleading with the head witch for her to believe her.

"I..I swear it."

"Enough deception!"

At these words Agathas demeanour changed, she stopped struggling against her bonds, straightening up to her full height, all the fear gone from her face, replaced with something you could only identify as pride.

"I did not break your rules. They simply bent to my power."

At this she smirked, watching with delight as the faces of your sisters fell in shock, bathing in the feeling of recognition and fear. You stared at her, unbelieving of what she just said. You knew Agatha, you knew her very well, she was power-hungry and malicious but you could have never fathomed that she'd ever do something like this. Seeing your shocked expression she straightened up a little bit more, the mischievous glint in her eyes glowing brighter.

With a nod of the head witch your sisters began chanting, slowly at first, growing louder every second.

Agathas confident smirk vanished at that, getting replaced by tremendous fear as she realised what was about to happen.

"Wait.."

Her pleas were ignored as they continued the chant. Feeling the familiar rush of magic surge through your body you focused on the task at hand, ignoring the little voice in your head that told you to stop, not wanting Agatha to get hurt.

"No. I can’t control it! I..."

The chanting grew louder, drowning out the desperate cries of the chained witch.

"If only you would teach me! Help me! Please!"

Agatha tried to catch your eyes, you could feel her staring at you, her desperate cries making your heart clench in doubt, a single tear running down your face. Your feelings threatening to break your concentration you pushed them away, ignoring the pain it brought you.

"Mother, please."

You looked up at these words. Mother. You didn't know that. Hadn't been aware that Agatha was the daughter of the head witch. Dread started to settle in the pit of your stomach, you knew how this was gonna end and you found it hard enough already to even think about it. But Agatha was her daughter....

"Please! Mother!"

Ignoring the desperate cries of her daughter the head witch join in the chant. Horror manifested on Agathas face, screaming for help, pleading, but nobody listened to her. It dawned to her that this was the end, she was gonna die.

"No!"

A guttural scream tore itself from her body as she was blasted with the spell. Screaming her lungs out, her cries so loud they must be heard from miles away, her body shaking under the force of the energy, knees buckling, only the chains holding her in place.

Tears streaming down your face as you continued to focus your energy on the screaming witch, the sounds of her agony making you sick, you never wanted this. But your loyalty was to the coven, no matter how hard it made your heart ache and break in two.

You realised something was wrong when you saw the frightened look on her mother's face.

Agatha grunted, her pained screams turning into something else, the blue energy turning purple, capturing you and your sisters, holding you in place. Agatha looked around, seemingly surprised at the new development, her face changing from agony into something more sinister, something more Agatha.

You felt her magic hit you as you screamed out in pain, falling to the ground, ending the chant in an instant. You robbed away on your knees, coughing and panting, your whole body felt like it was burning and you had trouble breathing, everything becoming a blurry mess.

You couldn't see what was happening but judging by the pained screams of your sisters and the dark magic in the air it wasn't good. You groaned, getting up to your knees, a scream getting stuck in your throat when you looked into the dead face of one of your sisters, her lifeless corpse laying in front of you. Scared you looked around to see all of them dead, turned into corpses, no more than rotten flesh and bones.

Your head whipped around when you heard another scream. Looking at the scene that played in front of you, you saw mother and daughter facing each other.

Agatha was getting burned by her own mother. The head witch flying high in the air, focusing all of her energy on Agatha, trying to kill her. But it wasn't working, the blue energy turned purple, the head witch grunting as she started to crumble, turning older until her corpse hit the floor, the lifeless body dropping down not far from you.

You watched as Agatha looked at her hands, seemingly surprised by the sheer power of her magic. Shrugging it of she grasped the end of her dress as she ascended the stairs of the podium, looking like the dark goddess she was.

You held your breath as she crouched down in front of her mother, taking the brooch from her neck and pocketing it. She got up to leave when she caught a glimpse of you, still moving, alive. Her face darkening she marched towards you, hands igniting with purple magic, eyes pitch black and full of hatred, she was angry.

Your eyes widened in horror as she stalked towards you, frantically trying to get up. Your head was pounding, everything was spinning and you just felt sick. You're whole body burning like it was on fire but at the same time shivers rocked your limbs, making it impossible to move, not taking your trobbing leg and hurting ribs into consideration. It was quite possible that you had broken a couple of bones when you were slammed against the tree. Your head was starting to ring as you tried to stay conscious, the pain intensifying, you felt like you were burning on the inside, your body aflame.

In an weak attempt to protect yourself you tried to bring up an energy field, a spike of agony shooting through you as you tried. It felt like you were being ripped apart, your magic attacking you, hurting you. A feral scream tore itself from your throat, tears blurring your vision even more, feeling something drip down your nose you realised it was blood. The torturous sensation continued to move through your body, stealing your breath, making you feel like your organs were torn apart.

Black spots started to appear on your vision and you dug your nails into your thighs, trying to stay awake, trying to distract yourself from the hell you were going through. It wasn't working, the pain becoming too much you let out another strangled gasp, forcing some air into your lungs, everything was on fire, your body burning from within.

You didn't realised you were crying, tears mixing with the blood on your face, you couldn't take it anymore.

You heard footsteps move in your direction. In your pained agony you somehow managed to open your eyes, recognising the familiar silhouette of Agatha and her purple magic.

You stared at her for a long time, laying bloodied and bruised on the ground, dying. You took all of your strength to say the next words, feeling like knives slit your throat as you did.

"Please...just end my suffering..please.."

You pleaded with the other witch, your voice nothing more than a whisper, bringing you immense pain just from speaking. You wanted it to end, you couldn't take it anymore. Waiting for Agatha to bring you mercy you didn't realise she was crying, crouching in front of your broken body, not knowing what to do.

She had hurt you, she had done this to you, it dawned to her. Horror prominent on her face, this was her doing. Agatha let out a wrenched sob, clutching her chest, this was her fault, she had hurt you, had cursed you.

And now you were so scared of her that you were pleading with her to kill you, seeing it as the only option.

In your fragile state you realised that she was moving towards you, expecting the final blow you shut your eyes, praying that your pain would end.

Instead you felt gentle fingers on your forehead, soothing your pain and caressing your face. You instinctively leaned into the touch, seeking the feeling of calmness and peace that emitted from Agatha. She carefully turned you around, pulling your head in her lap, laying her hands on your chest she began chanting a spell you weren't familiar with, purple glow surrounding both of you, a familiar feeling surging through your body. The pain became less prominent, the feeling of burning up inside turning more into a fever than actually hurting you. Your head cleared up as well, still fuzzy but you could form a coherent thought again without screaming in agony.

After what seemed like an eternity the purple glow faded, leaving you exhausted, tired and still in a lot of pain, groaning as you felt your definitely broken ribs.

Agatha laid a soothing hand on your cheek, whispering comforting words as she shifted her position, a jolt of pain moving through your body at that. She apologised immediately and in your hallucinating state you could have sworn she pressed a short kiss on your cheek.

Gently hoisting you up she picked you up bridal style, whining at the movement your head lolled to the side, burying it in her neck.

The last thing you remembered was Agatha tightening her hold on you and the rush of wind, then everything went black pulling you into blissful nothingness.

When you woke up everything hurt, your head was ringing, your chest was hurting and you were sore, everywhere. You groaned, trying to sit up but a gentle hand pressed you back down, the scent of lavender and magnolia hitting your nose. You abruptly open your eyes, staring at Agatha who sat perched on the edge of your bed, still holding your hand, a concerned look on her face. You looked up at her in panic and saw silent tears running down her cheeks, her lip quivering.

"I'm so sorry angel."

You wanted to answer her but your voice was raspy and it just hurt using it, in fact everything hurt, making you feel tired and exhausted.

Agatha passed you a glass of water, gently holding your head as you greedily gulped down the liquid, spilling a little bit on the covers. She placed the glass back on the nightstand and checked your head for your fever, sighing in relief as it had gone down significantly the last couple hours.

Starting to shift in bed you let out a horrified gasp as you saw your body. You were only wearing a long linen top and the sight that greeted you was horrifying. Your whole torso was covered in cuts and bruised, bandages wrapped around your chest and left leg, your skin a mix between blues and purples.

"I tried to heal as much damage as I could, love, you have to believe me but even my magic has its limits, I'm so so sorry."

You could hear the sadness in her voice, the guilt and the pain at seeing you like that. Agatha was devastated and she didn't try to hide it.

The next days passed in a similar manner. Agatha taking care of you, making you food, reminding you to drink and changing your bandages. You still didn't know where you were or how exactly you got there but as you could barely move from the bed you decided that answering these questions could wait.

You were still very weak, dizzy spells hitting you out of nowhere and your limbs still sore. You were tired all the time, spending most of the day either sleeping or somewhere between conscious and the alluring darkness that sometimes threatened to overcome you.

Agatha was at your side most of the time, not comfortable with leaving you alone since you had passed out on day three, giving her a major scare. She would often sit by your side, reading some kind of spell book or practicing some easy spells. Her presence had a calming effect on you, her magic pulsing through the air and sparks of it landing on your skin. It felt different than before, darker, more powerful but not with an ill intent behind it. It was more of an old friend, welcome you back, it was alive and dangerous and you found yourself more often than not captivated by the powerful witch next to you, weaving spells through the air, her dark magic singing to you.

Your magic had changed as well, what had been blue energy before was now orange with a hint of pink. You didn't understand it, neither did Agatha but something had happened, something had changed inside of you, inside both of you and it was showing.

It was another stormy afternoon, rain hitting the windows and wind howling outside. You were feeling better now, able to walk around the cabin which was located in a part of the forest you've never been before. You're broken bones had been healed completely, curtsey of Agatha who had been going through all the spell books available to find the right healing potion. The dizzy spells were gone as well but the darkness lurking in the corner of your mind, luring you to follow it was still there, still prominent and it was tempting. Your magic did not return to its original colour, it also changed in its appearance, more of glowing whisps than the crackling blue energy it was before. You also felt different, more aware, more awake and most importantly, you could feel Agatha. Her emotions and feelings, tickling the corners of your mind. She was a mess. Guilt and sadness still dominant, feeling responsible for you. There was also something else, something you couldn't decipher but it left you feeling lighthearted and giddy.

You were sitting by the window seat reading one of Agatha’s spell books, more complicated than any spell book the coven had ever allowed you to read, you found out that you liked Agatha’s method of learning way better. Trying out a new spell the coral mist weaved around your hands, turning into an energy ball and then back into the unassuming whisps that always followed you around. You couldn't stop it and Agatha didn’t know why either. You figured you didn't mind, it was as if your magic was protecting you, always following you around if the need to defend yourself should arise. Putting the book back on the shelf you looked around your little cabin, it had become your home in the last few weeks, deeply hidden in the forest, surrounded by so many protecting spells you had lost count. You liked it here, the quiet of the forest and the closeness to nature, it was peaceful.

Agatha was out collecting some herbs and flowers, you had offered to go with her but she was still fussing over you, always making sure you were okay, having her hands on your body in any way, shape or form. Holding your hand while you were sitting together and reading, sitting close to you when you were having lunch, her leg brushing up against yours, an arm around you if you were taking a small walk, almost as if she'd expect you to fade out of existence this very moment. You didn't mind if you were being honest, you liked the way she cared about you, like she genuinely cared for you. It made you feel all fluttery and giddy but you dismissed the feeling as just being happy you weren't alone.

Roaming around the cabin you searched for something to pass the time as you waited for Agatha to return. Settling for reading some poetry you walked back to the window seat, tucking your feet unter your body you started reading, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the windows as the rain started to get heavier.

You didn't hear the door open or Agatha stepping inside, too focused on your poems. That's why you let out a shrill shriek as you felt her cold hands on your neck. You whipped your head around to see her smiling down at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. You both started laughing and had to take a moment to calm down again.

Wiping tears out of your eyes you looked at her, the rain had made her hair somewhat curly, a rosy tint to her cheeks from the cold outside, her hooded cape hiding most of her dress and corset. You found yourself lost in her baby blue eyes, the colour reminding you of the stormy sea and the rainy sky, you were mesmerised by her beauty. Shaking your head you came back to reality, Agatha looking at you with the same look she had on her face every time she looked at you. There was this feeling again, the feeling you couldn't decipher, not even with your newfound powers.

"What are we making for dinner today?"

Your voice seemed to snap her out of her thoughts and she took of her cape, placing the basket with flowers and herbs on the counter. She had also brought some vegetables from your little garden outside the cabin. You've always had a green thumb and magic didn't limit you to seasonal vegetables and berries which was useful if you were living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Walking over to the fireplace you looked at what you had to work with, Agatha stepping right behind you, her hand draped around your waist.

"See something you can work with hun?"

The nickname made you blush as you sorted through your ingredients, seemed like today's dinner was gonna be vegetable soup and some of the bread you had made a couple days ago.

While Agatha was magically cutting vegetables you were hearing the fireplace, lighting it with a flick of your hand, the coral mist protecting your hands from the orange flames. Preparing dinner together you and Agatha whirled around the kitchen, the other witch always touching you in some way, whether that was her just "passing by" or needing something from behind you, brushing your hand when she passed you something. Her actions made you smile, the fluttery feeling returning to your stomach and you couldn't brush it of as easy anymore.

As you waited for the soup to finish you cleaned up the kitchen and Agatha set the table, moving plates and glasses through the air, the familiar feeling of her magic present. You felt two arms wrap around you waist and you gasped in surprise as you felt her warm body pressed against your.

"Take a seat dear, I'll handle the rest."

Ignoring your protests she stirred you to the table, pulling out a chair for you and making you sit down. She squeezed your hand and gave you a short kiss on the head, rubbing your arm as she continued to clean the kitchen, making a show out of it to make you laugh.

You were wheezing from her dance number with the broom, Agatha dramatically giving a bow in your direction and shooting you a not so subtle wink.

She brought over the tray with the soup and bread, the tray floating besides her as she gracefully took a seat, placing down the food in front of you.

She was telling you about her walk in the woods, how she had seen a baby fox and the beautiful flowers she found near a cliff. You were mesmerised by her voice, wanting to listen to her for hours, just hearing her talk made you feel at peace. Made you feel at home.

As the sun set the two of you moved to the living room, cuddling close to each other as the cold of the night started to set in. You both had your magic to keep you warm but this didn't stop you from laying your head on Agatha’s shoulder, shuffling closer to her side as she began to read out of your poetry book you had spent the afternoon with.

You felt yourself getting tired as she continued to read, burying your face in the crook of her neck, her fingers absently stroking your hair as she recited old poems about love and passion.

Agatha smiled down on your sleeping form as she put the book away, careful not to wake you. She looked at your relaxed face, a little smile on your lips. You were beautiful. She had always thought you were but with her strict mother and the coven she had always pushed these feelings aside, having had more important matters at hand. But now, now there was no denying that she had fallen for you, had fallen for you a long time ago. The last couple of weeks had shown her that, she loved waking up to you bustling around the cabin, always finding new things to do. She realised that she never wanted to live without you ever again. The reason why you were here reminding her that her perfect little world could easily be crushed. The images of you laying on the forest floor still haunting her dreams sometimes, making her want to climb into your bed and hold you close, never ever letting you go. She had sworn herself that she would protect you, no matter what she had to sacrifice for it.

Gently getting up from the couch she picked you up, carrying you to your shared room, carefully placing you on your bed, tucking you under the covers she gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

Getting up to go to her own bed she felt your hand grasp hers, looking at you she saw you half asleep looking up at her with a loving smile on your face.

"Stay please."

Your request caught her off guard but she quickly caught herself as she climbed under the covers, you body cuddling close to her the minute she did. Wrapping her arms around you she pulled you closer, savouring the feeling of your body so close to her. She felt you bury your head in her chest, mumbling something that sounded an awful lot like I love you, her heart starting to pound faster at these words. Tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ears she closed her eyes, feeling happy and content as you fell asleep in her arms.

"I love you too angel, I love you too."

You woke to the sun shining through the window, grumbling you flicked your hand to draw the curtains when you heard a slight chuckle from behind you. Agatha. You remembered last night, how you had asked her to stay and how good it had felt to fall asleep in her arms, giving you the feeling of safety and home. You turned around to see her proped up on her elbow, a beautiful smile visible on her face.

"Good morning sweetheart."

"Have you been watching me all this time?"

Her cheeks started to turn a scarlet hue at your question. She nervously looked down at her hands, playing with little whisps of her magic.

"I didn't had the heart to wake you, you were sleeping so peacefully dear."

Now it was your turn to blush, your cheeks turning the colour of your magic that always surrounded you. It wavered around your hands, like the fog that surrounded your cabin in the mornings.

You looked at Agatha, messy hair framing her face, piercing blue eyes staring at you as if you were the single most important thing in the world, purple magic swirling around her hands. She looked like a goddess.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a hand caressing your face, you looked up to see Agatha hovering over your body, holding your hand, your faces so close you could feel her hot breath. You gave a her a short nod and at that she closed the gap in between the two of you.

Your hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, her body flush on your. This kiss was everything you dreamed it would be and so much more. You felt like your nerves were on fire, the only thing you could feel was Agatha and her magic. It curled around you, making your skin tingle and cheeks flush, melting together with your own magic, intensifying the experience. You felt Agatha deepen the kiss and you let her, pouring all your emotions into it, never wanting it to end. You could feel every single emotion of the witch on top of you, happiness, adoration, joy, passion and love, so much love. You could feel her, feel her soul spark with joy as she finally had found you, finally had found the missing piece, her other half, her soulmate.

When you broke apart the room was basked in purple and coral light, your magic swirling around the room, connected with each other. You looked at Agatha who had a loving smile on her face. She pulled you up and you were basically pulled into her lap. Cradling your face you could see some tears in the corner of her eyes. Wiping them away she speaks, her voice not more than a whisper.

"Please tell me this is not a dream."

You shake your head and take her hands in yours, absently drawing small circles on them.

"No definitely not a dream."

At this Agatha smiles, crushing her lips on yours for another passionate kiss.

You knew the future wasn't gonna be easy but together you were unstoppable.

You had found your missing half, your soulmate.

#wandavision #wandavision spoilers #agatha harkness #agnes #agatha harkness x reader #agnes x reader #angst #fluff

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pixiemage · 2 years ago

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ohhh 2 for ask game! looking at those tags is always fun

[Ask Game]

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

Oh lordy lol...now this one might be a little weird because there's actually a lot more works and stories I've written but never posted or that never made it to Ao3, so the tags on there are limited to only things I've shared there. But hey, I'm curious! Let's take a look!

Alternate Universe (4)

Injury (3)

Sean McLoughlin Egos (3)

Watcher Charles | Grian (3)

Friendship (2)

I'm gonna start with #3 just because it's an older one, but...I actually learned a lot about my writing back when I was writing Jacksepticeye Ego content more regularly. Granted, back then there was very little canon to work with, so I got to flex my creative muscles a lot. (This is actually the fandom that spawned one of my first fully original book ideas...we'll just have to see if I ever get around to writing it!)

Then there's #4...and Watcher!Grian has shown up in a LOT of my recent fics if only because I tend to write him that way in every story he appears in, so it's always a tag I add in case some folks don't like the Watcher!Grian trope and want to filter it out.

Now #2 (Injury) is mostly on there (if I remember correctly) because of Marvel and JSE Egos. I've written both Jackieboy Man and Iron Dad fics, so with multiple superheroes in my writing history I'm not too surprised it's on the list lol. (Though if you compare its frequency to the rest of the fics in my Google Docs roster, this should NOT be as high on the list as it is.)

And then #4 (Alternate Universe) encompasses basically every fic I write lmao. It should DEFINITELY be higher on this list. I'm a sucker for Canon Divergent fics because I'm the type to analyze a story, look at it from every angle, and wonder "What if?" (What if everything was the same except this ONE thing changed? Or this ONE person showed up? Or this ONE event happened differently? What would happen?) It's the same reason I love Time Travel Fix-It Fics. Butterfly effect, that one little change, all that.

(Maybe it's no surprise why my Martyn 3rd Life time loop fic "Domino Effect" exists when you take that into account, huh?)

Last but not least, #5 (Friendship) was one I thought would be higher up, but I guess I don't use that specific tag much even though I utilize that theme in most if not all my fics. I'm the kind of person who tends to rank friendship as the kind of relationship that holds just as much importance and impact as familial relationships and romantic ones. I also find a story with Found Family in it to hit just as hard as a love story if written correctly. Sure, "Friendship Is Magic" is a cheesy concept, but that doesn't mean it's a bad one. It's powerful if done right.

(And to anyone who's curious, go back and flip through all the stories I've posted. You'll find impactful friendships and found family dynamics laced through every single one.)

#Fic Writer Ask Game #Ask the Mage

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the-blind-geisha · 2 years ago

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im gonna ask this on anon cuz of shy. but... in your opinion or anybodys what is the diff between stolen/inspired? I'm half worried that i might accidentally write something that'll seem stolen from others if not careful. 😅

This isn't to scare anybody off. I just want to offer what insight I can for folks. ♥

Sadly, anon, when it comes to fandom content especially, people do get a bit...aggressive. lol I'm not gonna sit here and say 'what? who? me?? I WOULD NEVER!' Because like I said before: I HAVE been that way. It's been a good 10 or so years since I have, but your 30s tend to chill you out... It did me anyways, can't speak for others. lol

Do know that if anybody acts that way, it's mostly insecurity and or worry their inboxes won't be filled with love and want for more of their content. It's not something you should be ashamed of. Your writing was just so good it rattled them. How they act is not on you and never will be on you. I speak, again, from a place of knowing from being that way and being on the receiving end of it.

Being inspirited by someone: If someone or something inspires you to do something new or unusual, they make you want to do it. If someone or something inspires you, they give you new ideas and a strong feeling of enthusiasm.

So, basically, I've had people tell me they are driven to want to write their own Demiurge stuff thanks to my writings. And dang man, am I beyond ecstatic when I read that.

Now, if they write anything about a Supreme Being having been Isekaied with Ainz and the NPCs, and Demiurge is in love with them? That's inspired and also, to add to the point, a token love story that's often used in the fandom. I cannot take credit for this idea, nor can I claim anybody was inspired by me in particular to write it.

Nobody can who has done this formula layout.

It's basically a layout that's easy enough for first time writers to get their shoes wet in Overlord in my humblest opinion. Same for if they are suddenly in a relationship with Ulbert and then Demiurge merges that idea into the character in question.

If their OC is an angel? Same thing. I cannot take credit for that thought. Besides, as I told a friend: angel/demon relationships are as cliché as you can get. And I LOVE that cliché. I know I'm not alone there. ♥

I am sure there are a lot of people who claim that if you write ideas closely in relation to theirs, you're stealing somehow. If you use the same tropes, tags, ect. But no. As much as those people want to believe that, it's not the case.

So let's move onto my next part.

Stealing: When you take WORD FOR WORD someone else's story or are obviously just coloring on top of someone else's hard work. That the layout has only a slight tweak, basically, and I'll explain.

Now, I've mentioned these things on and off before, but I'll use them as reference again.

A long time ago, I was RPing an erotic story with a friend regarding her character being sold into a harem with a bunch of guys in another fandom who were basically shut-ins. Each new female had to be auctioned between these shut-ins and the highest bidder would get the female.

Now, I wrote a snippet (which I still have and is very much storaged on my DA) where the characters by the name of Thunderhawk and Sojourner were bidding heatedly for her character. The final, winning bid was 200,000. Against my friend's character's will, she was to be pushed off and stripped of her clothing as these two anthro snow leopard like lady twins were to bring the winner, Thunderhawk, his prize. The image I had drawn that used to be up was her character naked with her arms bound behind her back.

It was going to be a graphic novel, but my interests in the fandom was dwindling, and it didn't happen.

Now, I had someone comment on one of my art pieces saying 'oh that Rule 34 website has something up in the works called Spectre's Haven--you might be interested in it'.

And I went to read the pages up and...

The characters are all shut-ins (which is a given with the material we were both writing from, so that's no big), but then you had 2 obvious off screen characters asking for 'what was the starting bid' and having the woman bound naked before the men, going into bidding wars for the women they want for their harems... Sojourner and Thunderhawk were seen bidding heatedly side-by-side. Spectre, however, came out the victor....for 200,000. lol

The woman they got was nervous to be in the harem just like my friend's character was, but was told that it was not so bad. After there was nothing for them to 'grab from' where my snippets and stuff was concerned, it just went into pure on porn.

When I talked to the writer about it nicely and they had this to say to tl;dr it: 'yeah, I had the harem idea in my head for awhile now, read your stuff. Loved it btw, and I decided to make a reference to it as that's what I do. Thunderhawk almost won the bidding war but I decided last minute to make it Spectre instead. We didn't think it was necessary to put in credits, since it was obvious.'

Keep in mind: this is from a website that, while the comic was free, they still get ad revenue on their site. They got money from my work and never bothered to credit the original source because there was 'no point'. lol

It hurt but, I didn't bother to fight it.

Now, again, it's fine to have the same idea as me. But when stuff starts to align really closely like that? It's...alarming. You can easily do a harem idea without a bidding war. There's MANY ways to do that. But they just used mine because it was easier, I suppose. I dunno. They could have even used other characters that they grabbed from. There was like six total I used and that they were referencing too. I still feel there was other ways to do their comic. And besides, if you're going to reference me and admit to that when you work on a mature website that gets money for your work...? CREDIT me.

They had a far bigger follower base, and here I am getting nothing for it other than I loved the artist they had doing the comic, so I guess my idea was in their story and in the art I loved... ^^"

And the winning bid could have been anything. They said it was obvious nobody noticed the wink and nod at my stuff but uh...no. lol My friends/readers saw it and actually got madder than me at it. xD; I told them not to do a thing. As long as my friend's character wasn't used, I wouldn't be upset.

And to be honest? As long as someone takes something of mine like this again but does it for free? I really can't be that upset. Is it disrespectful? Sure. But I won't be heated about it if money isn't obtained from my ideas.

Now, fast-forward to 2020 where I wrote/illustrated to page one of Dancing with the Devil, my erotic/non-con Demiurge/OC comic, and then later the reader insert, Devil's Contract.

I was conversing with somebody at the time who instantly threw down the link to their story saying how similarly it sounded to their fic. Keep in mind, I never read fanfics in any fandom. My ADHD won't allow me to focus on someone else's works I am not close to let alone my own writing. (When it came to their story, I kudos it in a fit of mercy since they kept reblogging 'pity me posts' about their writings.)

As you can guess, we had some similar themes going on: non-con, bad BDSM etiquette, calling Demiurge 'Master', a human character he abuses but turns to love, the works.

But that's it, though. We had similar THEMES. Not similar deliveries.

If you read either of our fics, it's basically night and day.

However, this caused her to be furious and think I was stealing from her. Especially when my kudos, bookmarks, and comments took off. She would vent read my comments and obviously stay on top of my stats more than me, because she's that kinda way, I guess. Noticing that people not in Overlord were reading/loving my story was making her irate, as she had already damaged her reputation in the fandom twice before. She hated she couldn't get that sort of fanbase, so she started to falsify her own through dummies and anons when she 'rebuilt her fic'. (I'll leave this here, because it doesn't need to go beyond this.)

Now, another friend of mine is nervous to write her own version of something like this given the prior hostility in the fandom where this person was concerned. I told her in DMs "I'll support the hell out of your fic. Whether you post it publicly or just snippets to me in private".

And that's the truth.

I don't care if other people write something with similar themes to me. I really don't, and others shouldn't either. It means the world gets two cakes with (hopefully) different deliveries.

Now, if someone were to take some of my snippets here and replace the blank reader with a character of their own choosing? That's theft.

Please, don't ever do that to anybody. lol

If you want to do that, because you want to use it as a backbone for your fic? Ask first and then credit the person. Even if you requested the snippet in question: the person wrote your idea. You still deserve to give that person full credit for the thought they put down for you. ♥

But, I am only one person in a sea of many. And to be honest? As long as you're not making money off of my stuff, then good. I just don't want my ideas being sold is all.

Otherwise, it's our playground, and fanfiction I feel is a great way to learn where to go. ♥

I honestly and truly hope nobody ever feels scared to write to, post their writings.

I hate that some places have become like a warzone, but you can always do your best to curate your experiences. ♥

And, again, while I am ADHD and have a hard time reading, if you link me to your story and ask for my opinion, I'll be happy to read it. ♥ You know I will.

#best of luck anon #and oml so sorry this became so long lol #fanfiction #inspiration vs stealing #writer woes #mod answers #anon

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