#she wanted to sue but people thought she was crazy and making up lies because her son had been expelled from the school

[multishipper-baby]

Oh yeah, I don't know if people remember this but the Kamukura Project took multiple surgeries in canon, so I followed that idea for this AU...

For my idea of how it went down: some of the surgeries were spaced out to allow Freddy to heal, so the doctors could wake him up and check their progress. Seeing if they were actually going in the right direction, making sure they didn't accidentally fuck up any important functions, checking if Freddy still had his memories, the like. So there were actually brief periods in between his first and last surgery in which Freddy was conscious and aware of the fact that he was slowly being eroded, but couldn't do anything to escape his situation, because the doctors would quickly sedate him before he got the chance to plan anything or even attempt to escape. Thankfully, because of how jumbled his brain was during that time, he doesn't remember all that post canon (he doesn't need even more trauma).

But of course, doing brain surgery on a guy over and over again is kind of risky, which is why they were worried he wouldn't survive it. In fact, this is why he was chosen for the project- like in canon, the initial test subjects were all from the Reserve Course, but all of them died before getting any results. So the best course of action for the school was to try it with an Ultimate Lucky Student, to see if their luck would be enough to keep them alive! Freddy is so lucky he gets to live through all the literal torture the school inflicted upon him :)

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hii i was wondering if you could do logan with reader that owns a cat and the cat acts JUST LIKE HIM and he cant stand it until reader points it out. thank you!!!!

I loved this request! I have my own little cat, so I wanted this to be as well written as possible. I'm sorry it took so long to be posted. I hope you like it! If you do, please like, comment, and reblog! It really helps me with motivation to keep posting on here <3

This is my kitten rocket 🤭

Logan was never afraid to meet anyone in your life. He had met your friends and family; he met your colleagues and even your old roommate, but for some reason, everyone is telling him he should be afraid to meet your cat.

Logan can remember every warning he got from the people in your life when they found out he hadn't met your cat yet. "Oh, that's her baby" "Oh he has brought a lot of joy into her life since she found him, he really is her number one" "That cat hates anyone that comes over-I swear it's crazy" "Her cat is just very territorial, very protective" "Make sure you wear shoes, he goes for the toes."

He scoffed at these warnings, it's still just a cat. He wanted your cat to like him, of course he did but he also wasn't afraid to meet the damn thing. He knew you loved you cat, that was your baby, and you took care of him more than you took care of yourself something Logan hated, but he didn't think it mattered what a cat thought of him.

You usually would stay at his place after a night out, but for the past few dates, you two went back to your place instead. It wasn't a big deal, but you were worried for how your cat would react to a strange man coming into his territory. "He just doesn't like people Lo', I don't want him to lash out at you." He could hear in your voice how worried you truly were, and he tried his best to reassure you that the cat and him would get along just fine.

He lied to you. Logan can't stand that fucking cat and that cat has it out for him too. The first night the cat didn't even come out of hiding, it completely broke your heart and Logan ended up leaving a bit earlier than planned because you were worried for your cat's wellbeing, as he was leaving he heard you cooing at the cat calling him your baby and your handsome man and though he'd never admit it aloud a twinge of jealous did echo through Logan's chest. The next night the cat did come out of hiding, just so he could attack Logan's legs. When Logan didn't kick him across the room like he wanted to you came and put the cat in your bedroom. "I am so sorry!! Are you okay??" You exclaimed while you closed the door to your room before trying to check on his scratches even though they healed before you could. He grumbled... sort of whined a bit too, and honestly, he was enjoying the attention, so maybe he milked the injury? Sue him.

What really pushed him over the edge was your cat literally pushing him over the edge. It was around 1 in the morning, and you had just fallen asleep. Logan was holding you in his arms and trying his best to fall asleep himself when the door to your bedroom creaked open. Logan, now fully awake, sits up, trying not to disturb you and is greeted with a sharp meow and sharp little claws to the stomach. "Mother fucker" Logan mumbled under his breath as he pushed the cat off of him, "why are you even in here?" he asked quietly so he wouldn't wake you but sharply enough to try and scare the cat away. The cat meowed louder than before as if he was arguing back and went to lay on your chest, purring as he curled himself into a ball. Logan was pissed but he tried to stay cool and just ignore the cat, then around 4 in the morning, Logan was awoken to his body meeting your bedroom floor. When he stood up, he looked at the bed and saw your fucking cat in his spot. "That's it." Logan had enough and grabbed a blanket before going to the couch.

You woke him up hours later, very confused as to why he was on the couch and was replaced by a cat in the middle of the night. "Baby?" You asked softly, handing him his cup of coffee, "don't. Just don't." He grumbles and sips his coffee, sending your cat a glare as he walks around smugged.

Logan refuses to lose against a damn cat!

It's just a stupid cat, not even 4 months old yet. So why was he letting its behavior get to him so much? Because it was your cat, and even if Logan wasn't ready to admit it yet he really did love you and for some reason you loved that asshole cat more than the world so for fuck sake that cat will like him even if it is the last thing he does in his very long life.

Honestly, it was truly ironic if Logan took the time to think about it. Your cat was a grump. He didn't want people around unless he allowed them to be around, and even then, he wanted his distance. But not when it came to you. When you were around, that cat was glued to you and had the loudest purr Logan had ever heard, and your cat really did get protective of you. It was something Logan had never seen before. Usually, cats don't care, but if you came home upset, the cat wouldn't settle down until you did, too. If he took the time to really think about it, maybe he could see the resemblance the cat shared with another grump you have allowed into your life that you loved more than the world.

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Howdy! I donated. I’ve always loved your writing and your bamon fanfics are my favorite. If you have anything you can share I’d love it!

howdy! :) thank you! this is the opening to a larger bamon story, set in season 6. i hope you enjoy it!

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Bonnie looked up as the stool beside her was filled, an eyebrow raised, though she couldn’t find it in her to be surprised. “That makes this the third time this week...”

“True.” Stealing her drink, he finished off half of it. “So, does this mean we’re going to discuss your drinking problem, Bon-Bon?”

Rolling her eyes, she replied, “That’s diet coke, Damon. You’re the only one coming out to get drunk. And if you didn’t have the ability to shake it off like it was water, I might be asking you the same question.”

Pressing a hand to his heart, he turned on his stool to face her and said, rather dramatically, “Be still my heart, the witch cares.”

Snorting, she shook her head. “Never said I didn’t.”

“Could’a fooled me.” He pushed her glass back toward her and said pointedly, “You’ve been avoiding me.”

Bonnie pursed her lips in answer and turned her eyes away, catching the gaze of the bar tender and raising her near empty glass in askance. At his nod, she turned her attention back to Damon. “I’m not avoiding you. I’ve just been busy.”

“Busy avoiding me.” He looked her over curiously. “What I can’t figure out… is why. Sure, we didn’t get on perfectly over in Kai’s prison world, but we made it work.” He smirked emptily. “Still pissed I schooled you at Tetris?”

Rolling her eyes, she said, “No. It has nothing to do with that. Besides, I thought you’d be happy. We’re home, now you have plenty of other people to annoy.”

“Sure, tons. But you…” He reached over and poked her arm, “happen to be my favorite.”

Sighing, she wondered, “What are you trying to prove?”

“What’s there to prove?” He shrugged. “Is it so hard to believe I miss your company? Not every day you get to spend four months stuck with only one person. Maybe I’ve grown to miss those late-night talks of ours.”

She snorted, her brows arched high. “You mean the ones where you’d get sick and tired of me pushing you to talk, so you’d put a pillow over your head. And when I wouldn’t leave you alone, you’d threaten to smother me with it?”

“See, Bonnie, you always point out that bad times. I happen to remember there were plenty of good times too…” Damon directed his attention to the bartender briefly to ask him for a bourbon when he set down Bonnie’s coke. Looking back to her, he said, “There was that particularly good game of Monopoly—”

“The one you cheated at.”

“—That time we went to beach for a picnic—”

“When I went down to the beach, and you followed me because you were bored and then complained that I wasn’t entertaining you enough and threw my book into the lake.”

“—All that time we spent dancing.”

“All the time you spent dancing to music so loudly it made my ears want to bleed.”

He frowned at her, eyes narrowed. “See? Always so negative.”

Picking up her drink, she sipped at it, staring at him over the rim, unmoved.

“How about that time you kissed me then?” he finally asked, his voice bold and his face more than a little smug.

Putting her glass down with a clink, she took a quick look around the rebuilt Mystic Grille and then turned back to glare at him. “We promised we wouldn’t talk about it. In fact, you said, and I quote, ‘That never happened.’”

“I lied.” He shrugged. “I do that. Sue me.”

“Damon.”

“Bonnie,” he shot back, giving her his patently wide ‘crazy’ eyes.

She huffed at him. “It was a moment of weakness. We were both drinking, the conversation turned sad, we were feeling lonely… And, not to put too fine a point on it, but I did not kiss you, you kissed me.”

“It was a mutual lean-in,” he argued. “And I think you already pointed out that I can’t get drunk. At least not without a lot more liquor than I’d had that night. So don’t play the drunk Damon card. You, little witch, were a little buzzed, barely, and you’re right— it was sad and we were lonely, but that doesn’t mean there wasn’t a spark.”

Gritting her teeth, she asked, “Why are you pushing this?” She tossed a hand up in irritation. “What happened over there is done now. We’re free. We can just go back to how things were and forget all about it.” Pushing up off her stool, she dug out her wallet and threw down some money. “Goodnight.”

Just as she was about to stalk past him, he grabbed her wrist, turning her back around to face him. “What if I don’t want to?”

She stared at him searchingly, her brow furrowed. His eyes were bright, open, and there was something there, something she’d seen that same night when they’d been curled up on the floor in front of the fire, board games long put away, a bottle of bourbon between them.

They’d been talking about home, about missing everyone, about whether or not anyone was even trying to bring them back. And something happened, some tension filled moment where it just made sense to lean in, to stare at his mouth, no longer smirking for once. His lips were smooth, they were a little cold, but so soft, pressed against hers in an uncharacteristically gentle way. He didn’t kiss her the way she might have expected; it wasn’t hard and demanding and take take take. Which, she had to admit, was how she often viewed Damon. Instead, it was light, exploratory, even tentative. His tongue stroked the seam of her lips and delved inside, dragging over the roof of her mouth and flicking the back of her teeth. With a surge, he seemed to find his confidence, his mouth moving over hers with more certainty, their lips slanting together, and his teeth softly nipping at her.

He was sucking on her bottom lip, their noses bumping, when the fire gave a sharp crack, startling them, and they each pulled away, breathless and brought back to reality. He’d stared at her, brows hiked, and cleared his throat. ‘This never happened,’ he told her, with absolute finality. He’d pushed up from the floor and made his way upstairs after that, but she stayed, curled up on the floor, letting the fire warm her skin, her fingers pressed to her lips. She could still feel a buzz in them, feel the scrape of his teeth and the soothing touch of his tongue following. But he’d left, he made it clear it was a mistake, and he was right. It could never happen again.

Bonnie pulled her arm free of his grip. “Tough,” she said, before turning on her heel and hurrying out of the restaurant. When she didn’t feel him following behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief, even as something entirely too close to disappointment twisted up in her stomach. She shouldn’t be disappointed. This thing with him, showing up at her place, wherever she was, trying so hard to get her attention, it needed to stop.

She was half-way down the sidewalk, digging her keys out of her purse when he appeared in front of her, forcing her to stumble to an agitated stop. “Damn it, Damon.”

“You think I’m just going to give up that easy?” He glared down at her. “I took you for smart, Bon-Bon. You know how stubborn I can be. When I want something, I hold on like a dog with a bone.”

“Well, I’m not your bone,” she snarled.

His eyes narrowed at her, lips pursed. “Don’t be glib. It doesn’t look good on you.”

Blowing out an irritated breath, she moved to walk around him and finally pulled her car keys out. She shivered a little, the cool night air feeling noticeably sharp against her lack of jacket. “Go home.”

“No. Not until we talk.”

“I seem to remember you telling me that you couldn’t wait to hear anything but my voice,” she reminded, frowning as she looked down the street and checked both ways before crossing. Why did she have to park so far away?

“That was then, this is now. And I’d really appreciate it if you’d stop throwing everything I said back in my face.”

“No.”

He sighed at her, long and exasperated. “I’m trying to be serious here. Aren’t you always telling me I should be?”

“There’s nothing to be serious about.” Finally reaching her car, she whirled around to face him. “Look, if this is about Elena and her memories, I’m working on it, okay? I’ve been researching it since I got back, but vampire compulsion isn’t exactly easy to undo, especially when it covers such a huge memory rewire. I know how much it means to you to have her back, and even if she doesn’t remember, she obviously knows she should. So just, give me some time, I’ll figure it out.”

Turning back to her car, she shoved the key in to open the lock, but as she pulled the door, he shoved it closed, his hand pressed down on it so she couldn’t try again. Turning to glare at him, she considered, not for the first time, giving him a serious aneurysm.

“This has nothing to do with Elena,” he said, his tone frustrated. “Stop trying to side-track me. I’m trying to tell you that I don’t want to just forget what happened over there. I don’t want to pretend there wasn’t a moment where—”

“Where what? Where you were vulnerable and I was the only one available? Because I get it!” She tossed her hands up. “That’s all it was. We were sad and alone and we never thought we were getting out of there. We had no idea what was going on or how long we’d be there and we were all we had. And trying to pretend it wasn’t happening and that things were normal was pointless. So, we tried to distract each other, and we got caught up. What started out as friendship got a little blurred and we kissed, but it didn’t mean—”

“Don’t. Don’t say that.” He grimaced. “I get it. Our history isn’t the best, mine especially. But I didn’t bust my ass off to get you back here because I don’t care. I care. A lot. You deserved to live. After everything we put you through, you, more than any of us, deserved another chance. And everything that happened over there, all of the talking and those stupid board games, and all of our fighting, together and against Kai, it changed things. Irrevocably. So, if you need some time to get your head on straight, if you need me to prove that to you somehow, then fine. But don’t dismiss me. Don’t tell me it didn’t mean anything.”

Bonnie shook her head, confused and more than a little angry. “You’re the one who said—”

“I know what I said,” he snapped. “I say stupid things sometimes, Bonnie.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but paused suddenly as she saw something in the shop window behind him. Brow furrowed, she squinted her eyes at the image of a woman staring back. Dark hair slicked into a ponytail, leather jacket, blue jeans. Bonnie turned then, her eyes darting up and down the, noticeably empty, street. She looked back to find the window no longer showed the woman, but a chill ran down her spine, a tingle of warning. “Did you see someone? A woman?”

“What?” He looked around. “No. There’s no one out here but us.”

“I… I swore I saw…” She pushed off her car and past him, staring at the window through squinted eyes. She turned back around then, only to feel her throat tighten as she found that same woman poised behind Damon, arm raised, and stake in hand.

“Modus!” Bonnie shouted, thrusting her hand out.

An invisible force slammed into the woman’s chest and sent her flying backwards.

Damon whirled around, his brow furrowed.

The woman caught herself mid-air, her lips moving quickly in opposition of Bonnie’s power. She landed smoothly on her feet and came back, flipping her long, dark hair over her shoulder. She bared her very human teeth at Bonnie and snarled, “Witch!”

Damon snorted. “Takes one to know one.”

“What the hell are you doing defending one of these parasites?” the woman demanded, stalking forward, her brown eyes sparking with anger. “Your duty is to defend people against them.”

Bonnie shifted her feet uncomfortably. “Look, if it were just about any other vampire, I’d let you have them. But this one’s mine. You don’t get to roll into town and start staking people. You have no idea who he is!”

“It takes a witchy attack for you to stake a claim?” Damon scoffed behind her. “Unbelievable…”

“Shut up, Damon,” Bonnie muttered, keeping her eyes ahead. “Who are you?”

The woman raised her chin, her fingers flexing on her stake. “Marisa,” she spat. Her eyes darted to Damon and a snarl curled her lip. “This isn’t over, vampire. You’ll see me again when your keeper isn’t here to save you.”

Damon tipped his head, taking a step forward. “I’m game if you are, sweetheart.”

Bonnie took his arm and pulled him back, stepping forward so she was covering him. Raising her chin, she said, “Mystic Falls is my town. You’ve said your piece, now I suggest you leave.”

“Mark my words… He’ll turn on you. They all do eventually.”

“Duly noted.”

A muscle ticked in Marisa’s cheek; she bared her teeth and twisted her hand around her stake. Her feet shifted side to side as she seemed to deliberate what the best course of action was.

Bonnie waved a hand, her fingers stretched out, and wordlessly took the stake from Marisa’s hand, a subtle push of magic sending her stumbling back a few paces. Bonnie levitated the stake up in the air between them and curled her fingers into a fist; fire burst out of the stake, turning it into floating ash that blew away at her command. “I won’t tell you again. Get out of my town.”

Marisa hesitated, but eventually turned on her heel and stalked away, her body vibrating with rage. She cast one last dark look over her shoulder and then disappeared around a corner.

“Witchy vampire hunters, who’d have expected that,” Damon muttered on a sigh.

Bonnie shook her head, turning back around and yanking her car door open. “Go home, Damon.”

He scoffed. “What? After that? Are you sure you don’t want to come home and tuck me in? Make sure the big bad bitch doesn’t come over and try to stake me in my sleep?”

“Are you really that worried?” Bonnie sighed as she slid into the driver’s seat, keys dangling from her fingers.

Damon smirked. “If I said yes, would you let me sleep over?”

Rolling her eyes, she drew her legs inside the car and reached for the door. “Go home. Or I’ll stake you myself.”

“Spoilsport,” he muttered, but stepped back as she closed her door and started her engine. Frowning at her through the window, he said, “We’re not done here… I still plan on finishing our previous conversation.”

Bonnie glanced at him before putting her car in drive and pulling away from the curb.

He watched her go for a moment but when she glanced at the road ahead and then back to where he’d been standing, he was gone.

She hoped he went home, because something about Marisa settled heavy in her stomach. Bonnie wasn’t so sure she would leave town; she had a feeling she would be seeing her again soon, and it wouldn’t be a happy exchange.

[trashcankitty12]

omg thank you so much for answering! 😅 i have another ask about the origins of the ancestral witches, how did they come about? was darkar involved in their birth or even growing up? how did they end up working with/for darkar? and how did their childhood affect their mothering for valtor?

Okay, so in my head, and in my verses, the whole Darkar being the BIG, BIG BAD isn’t the case. It’s the Ancestral Witches themselves. Darkar is just someone who used to be a good person, but turned into... a servant of sorts. Which I’ll get to that soon enough. After my big spiel on the Ancestral Witches. XD (This is gonna get long, so there’s a read-more.)

Belladonna, Lysslis, and Tharma were three sisters born to a noble family on the realm (which is now dead) known as Ulmoira. Their family had been servants of the King and Queen there for eons, and their realm was in service to the Great Dark Dragon which birthed all dark realms (and dark magic), just as the Great Light Dragon birthed all light realms (and light magic).

Belladonna had ice magic, though not to the intensity we now know her to have. In fact, her magic was considered nothing more than a party trick at the time, meant for cooling drinks or crafting neat ice sculptures.

Tharma’s magic was always considered dangerous due to her outbursts. (Such an angry child...) But she could only conjure small scale storms. Nothing that spread over entire realms, not like she’s known for.

Lysslis’ magic was mostly just extreme empathy and telepathy and being able to create and manipulate emotions in others and forcing them to tell the truth. Nothing like the illusions and hallucinations she’s known for creating today.

Belladonna was the eldest sister, and the craftiest. She made her way quickly up the ranks in the Palace and became advisor to the King. The main advisor. His right hand. His partner. (And, yes, on occasion in exchange for getting her own items on the agenda, his lover.)

See, Belladonna could see just how powerful Ulmoira could be and wanted to expand it’s power and have one of the Great Dragons claim Ulmoira as a holy land, giving more reach for their kingdom than even the newly formed Council could handle.

And of course, endearing herself to the King and making herself so integral in his life and in his court gave her all the power that not even being a Queen could give her.

(She’s ambitious, so sue her.)

(And she’s great at playing the long game.)

Lysslis, the middle sister, was also quite a crafty woman, partially in thanks to her “unique gifts”. She understood people; their fears, hopes, what made them tick inside. An empath with a near excessive reach. 

Using her talents, and her way with words, Lysslis enjoyed playing spy for her sister. Always getting her intel on what others in the court were up to and what potential threats lied with other kingdoms.

(Lysslis is also the more curious sister. She’s the reason they end up going in the direction they go.)

Tharma is the youngest sister, and far more malicious and sadistic than her older sisters. She was labeled the “problem child” and the “family disgrace”. Always fighting, always starting trouble. Always where she shouldn’t be: in the way.

Belladonna and Lysslis couldn’t outcast their sister though, and found her a place to thrive: prison guard. 

Tharma loved her job and loved giving prisoners exactly what they deserved. 

It was an idyllic life. 

Until Lysslis, during one of her missions in which she got interesting information from one of the Great Dragon Priests... Information about the Dragon Fire, Primordial Magic created from the Dragon Fire (such as the Phoenix Flames and the Water Stars), and the predictions about people one day being able to harness such magic. He even had a Grimoire detailing the prophesy of the Dragons’ deaths and Them imparting Their magic to those deemed worthy, and how the other Primordial Magics would follow Their example. 

Lysslis, of course, confiscated the Grimoire and brought it to her sisters’ attention. 

This could be the big break they were all waiting for. Forget the original plan of their homeland becoming a holy ground, THEY COULD BECOME GODDESSES.

But how to prove themselves worthy to the Great Dragons and other Primordials? Simple: they make themselves stronger by any means necessary.

Their family had a Family Book of Shadows tucked away and hidden from the kingdom’s authorities, a tome mostly forgotten about due to the nature of the spells within. (Black Magic. A cursed and volatile version of Dark Magic, and, of course, forbidden to use.)

But Belladonna knew about it, had listened as a wide-eyed girl while her grandmother told stories of what their family used to be able to do. And now she had a reason to unlock her full potential. (And her sisters’ of course...)

In secret the three would practice and strengthen their magic using the spells from their forbidden tome, not realizing just how the magic was changing them. Oh yes, their magic was stronger and capable of things others could only dream of doing, but their physical and mental states? Their sanity? Their grip on reality?

Fleeting. And fleeting fast. To the point where they considered themselves gods without any Primordial magic, to the point where they didn’t need to be worthy of the Primordials, it was just a matter of taking what was already “theirs” to start with.

The King, disturbed by the increasingly erratic and terrifying behavior of his advisor and her sisters, confronted them.

Belladonna told him what they were planning, hoping he could see ‘reason’ and that they were the ones who ‘deserved to be in charge’. He called them out for their crazy behavior and with his army, he did his best to stop them.

Unfortunately, with their rage and combined magic, it wasn’t enough to stop them. 

Belladonna was now able to call forth blizzards with never before recorded temperatures. She could sense the blood within others and freeze them from the inside out. And she could create snow creatures to do her bidding.

Tharma’s storms could cover vast quantities of land and rage with the full force of the anger she’d kept inside all those years. Lightning strong enough to electrocute even the hardiest of people, tornadoes able to suck the air right out of another’s lungs. Hail storms that could destroy everything in their path. And the storm harpies she could summon to fight for her where just as terrifying as anything else she could do.

And Lysslis... She had soldiers killing themselves and their comrades, their minds completely overtaken by her own will. The hallucinations she made them see, the agony and fear she had overtake them... Nothing could save those in her grasp.

Ulmoira was ultimately destroyed.

But that was fine. They had no use for their homeland anymore. Not when they had an entire magical dimension to claim. Starting with the Dragon Fire.

Before they could take the Dragon Fire, they knew they’d need assistance. So they went to a realm known as Whisperia and stole three crystals from it. (These crystals were said to contain traces of the Water Stars within them, meaning they could damage or control the Great Dragons.)

Then they headed to Domino, wanting to face the Great Light Dragon. Unfortunately for them, she had already left her physical body, her magic and soul bonding with the future king of Domino that had just been born. (And they knew even with all their power, they couldn’t fight the realm of Domino. Not while still recovering from the destruction of Ulmoira.)

So they traveled to Obsidian, finding the aging and dying Great Dark Dragon. They thought him an easy target, using their magic and crystals to weaken him further, but he wasn’t worried. Angry, sure, but not worried.

Because the moment he died, the future queen of Obsidian took her first breath, and became his bond.

Deterred, but not defeated, the Ancestral Witches decided to seek out the other Primordials first. 

For ages they searched and scoured for Primordials, even stealing sacred items from realms in the hopes it would give them the power they sought. (And in their quest, they gained followers. Devout followers who worshipped the grounds they walked upon.)

And, curiously (and in great timing, considering their ages), they found a way to remain... Immortal. More or less. 

One part blood bond between their new “Coven” and “covenmates”, a bond where they would syphon their members’ life forces, a slow process they’d never notice happening. And one part a potion they discovered which needed unicorn blood, dragon scales, and the hearts of lumen. (Poor little things...)

Over the years, the Ancestral Witches tried to “steal back” the Dragon Fire from both Domino and Obsidian, only to have their forces blown back each time. (Though each time, without fail, new followers would fall to their knees for the Witches.)

And then, an idea struck.  Why take the Dragon Fire when they could raise it? King Gasper and Queen Gnala of Obsidian were due to have their child in a few months time. (Queen Natalia of Domino was still having issues becoming pregnant, poor dear.)

Carefully they monitored the situation in Obsidian, taking notice of the exhaustion among one of the most loyal servants to the Obsidian Throne since the Dragon bonded to the Ruler. Sir Argulus and his wife.

Interesting.

Lysslis saw the opening and she took it. It was slow, convincing Argulus and his wife to betray their King and Queen, but they did in exchange for the power they wished they had.

And two weeks after the young prince was born, a week before his christening, the Ancestral Witches struck with their forces, and the newly awoken Lord Darkar and Lady Mandragora. (And, a former prisoner of Obsidian’s dungeon who now had the power to absorb and redirect magic, Ogron.)

Obsidian fell. The kingdom tattered, but remade in the Ancestrals image. All correspondence and travel to the outside realms were destroyed. And the Ancestral Witches had their newest prized possession, and their future weapon, the former prince now known as Valtor.

(After Obsidian’s fall, the Council became concerned about dark magic and dark magic users. They felt that dark magic was so close to black magic, that it was only a matter of time before others turned treasonous too. Which started the crackdown on dark magic and the ostracization of dark realmers.)

(The Ancestral Witches viewed this as an opportunity and used it to manipulate dark magic users, and even some light magic ones, into joining their forces so as to “fight these injustices” and “retake their place” in the Magical Dimension.)

And that’s the story. Or well, a sort of glossed over, short version of the story.

Hope you enjoyed it. 

[nightswithkookmin]

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Thanks to everyone who's taken the time out to read my posts and has enjoyed it so far. It's really been fun and entertaining exchanging thoughts and having these much deeper ship discussions.

I thought this issue was gonna go away but I woke up this morning to more people messaging me about finding my last video analysis on several other platforms without appropriate credit.

But that's not disturbing. The disturbing part is the people sliding into people's DM'S on other platforms to get them to take down my video because they don't want people sharing my content on other platforms as they believe it would only make my blog popular.

For those worried about this whole credit business, thanks for showing this much concern for me? I really appreciate the love and concern if it's from a genuine place of concern. Thank you...

I think some of you already know this by now or might have figured it out, I am a law student, I am very much well aware what is and what isn't within my rights? Lol

I honestly didn't see this whole credit thingy as a big deal. It's not. Not to me. Lol. I repost people's photos without credit too all the time. Often, it's because I don't know who to credit and most time my lazy ass just forgets to. Lol. I think it's normal? It's inconsequential I mean.

The videos I use are usually often water marked by the appropriate owners so I don't go through the hustle of figuring this whole credit business out. If I should decide to come back here again I will check that habit of mine?

While this whole credit business is not a big deal to me, malicious slander and defamation to my character is and I don't take it lightly.

It has been brought to my attention that some Jikookers from Tumblr have since been sliding into people's DM's on other platforms asking them to take down my video and or remove the credit they give to my post.

They are telling people I am problematic, calling me the Taekook Lives of the Jikook community. That I have been spreading lies about Jikook, that the Jikook Tumblr community hates me or something like that and to further caricaturize me and make me appear more evil in order to get people to turn on me and hate me, they make up the most ridiculous lies about me claiming that I believe a notorious serial killer is innocent.

Now I have since deleted my YT account because I don't want my colleagues to find out I am into shipping too lol- shipping is a guilty pleasure of mine and I know how this fandom works unfortunately. I've been a silent part of it since 2014. I mean it's started already. The Doxing and shit.

The original post under which these replies are from couldn't save sadly as my account has been deleted but you can see from my notifications the general feel of what my interests outside shipping looks like.

I am interested in a myriad of topics, from literature, Aliens, writing, Harry Potter, history, activism, advocacy, philosophy, law, politics, NASA, and mystery and murder among other things.

My quora is mostly filled with notifications from my Book community and True crime community and often I do share my thoughts and answer questions with regards to the psychology of murderers, legal evidence, notorious villains in literature- well I guess now you know the kind of lawyer I want to be if and when I'm able to complete law school.

But what has my interest in these topics got to do with Jikook and shipping please?? How does this prove I hate Jikook and spread lies about them?

This Kookie Min Monsta person slipped into someone's DMS and asked the person who had put up my video analysis to take it down or discredit me because to her I am problematic. She is not the only one.

You want so bad to paint me black- no pun intended just to win an argument? You claim I am the evil malicious person here but I am not the one sliding into people's dms trying to take credit away from people for their hardwork, spreading hate and negative energy, making things up to manipulate people's perception of others and get them to hate and turn on them- and all because of A SHIP? Damn. This is pathetic.

Who died and made you the gatekeeper of the jikook shipping community? Honestly antics like these don't work on me try again.

I made a video commentary on my Booktube YT account- yes I am part of the book YouTube community as well sue me or better still slip into their inboxes and tell them I voted for Trump therefore I hate chipmunks.

The commentary I made on YT months ago was when I was in the highs of finding a new passion and it was on Ann Rule's book, The Stranger Besides Me- a true crime novel on Ted Bundy which I found so poorly written that at the end of the book it left with me wondering whether or not Ted Bundy was guilty at all!

The Author's writing style which deviates from most writing styles of True Crime novels I have read gave me trust issues as I stated in the video. It felt more as if she was writing a made up fictional novel than an actual True Crime novel but because she knew Ted Bundy in person she made it seem as if we just had to believe her account.

Then there was this whole thing about the police not being able to match the DNA samples taken from his rape victims, to his own Semen because his Semen was DNAless- in lay man's terms. I'll spare you the technicalities involved.

As I stated in that video, I do believe Ted Bundy was guilty but I do not have much faith in the Judicial system, or criminal procedures or even the Author of that book- a sentiment most people within the true crime community share as well. We just had differing views on whether the writer's style took away from the narrative and waters down on the extent of Bundy's guilt.

We had a Similar conversation about Chris Watt. If the community I was engaging in didn't have a problem with my commentary why do you? Please don't meddle in things you know nothing about. It's embarrassing.

The conversation about whether or not Ted Bundy is innocent is moot but a philosophical one. It has nothing to do with Ted Bundy's guilt but more so the criminal procedures involved in his case and the different accounts that exists surrounding his case.

He was electrocuted, he confessed to his crimes no damn person with brains would think or assume he is innocent and I never said anything of that nature drew any conclusions to that effect.

Besides, I moved on from Ted Bundy a long time ago. Now I am into the Serial Killer who writes death poems and signs it off with drawings of the size of his dick at his crime scenes- mind your own business please or don't and let's have an intellectual discourse about him? Lmho.

I am also into cat memes if you care to know and have a whole IG dedicated to cat memes. I believe human beings are the most dumbest species in all the galaxies and when the Aliens arrive I am snitching.

When my mind is at rest, I often wonder if Aliens have masculinity complex and if they do whether or not their masculinity is contingent on the size of their dicks or whether they have to engage in a battle to the death with an alien grizzly bear to determine who is the man.

I love BTS memes too- a little too much and often end up debating over the internet with random people over whether BTS memes are funnier than cat memes- I'm weird, true. But how does all of that make me a bad person?

It's crazy how these people can go on these other platforms to ask people to take down the credits to my posts as well as my posts itself but can't ask people who run to these other platforms with misinterpretations of my work to take those down.

Instead they come on here to call me out for people's interpretations of my work?? It doesn't work that way. You are the author of your own opinion and interpretation of other people's work. You don't call out the original author for someone's opinion of their work. If that were so I would be emailing Stephanie Meyer for Anna Todd and her After series. Get some education.

I have since blocked this person and others whose Tumblr I have been able to find thanks to all those that's helped me finding them on here.

My gf also tried reaching out to the persons who shared my post after we realised this was becoming an issue and had asked them to credit her or my blog- but honestly I don't care about that yet she won't give it a rest. Lol. My ride or die this one. Sigh.

However, we realized soon that this is not about 'stealing' credit- can't call someone out for not giving credit when I suck at that myself. Lol.

This is about people's malicious intentions and their attempts to silence me and take away my right to freedom of expression however way that they can. This is wrong and evil.

I honestly don't care for all these ship politics these people are engaged in. I've had enough intelligent conversations to know the distinction between arguments that flows from bruised egos and actual conversations around a subject matter.

This whole I am right, she is wrong politics... y'all get that the point of having an opinion is not to be right, right? We all cant have the same perspective and you can't call someone a liar for holding views that is different from yours. That is a bizarre mentality to have.

As I stated in my post, that content I made was a rebuttal to the Taekook theories running around on the internet alleging JK glared at Tae when he pulled on his shoulder because he was jealous Tae and Jin were having fun behind him. He wasn't. He was worried Tae was gonna expose him and JM holding hands behind Suga.

If you don't think they were holding hands then Taekookers were right and his reaction was because he was Jealous of Taejin I guess...

But thats your truth. That's not my truth. I don't believe Taekook is real. JK isn't jealous of Taejin he is not Twelve- but then again he was sneaking around behind Suga holding his boyfriend's hands so I guess he is twelve? Lol. Jikook!

Do you.

But please stop the evil malicious attacks and seek immediate help. There is such a thing as right and wrong and this is just plain wrong. Your Karma and chakra are in the negative nodes and you need to fix it. It is not funny anymore.

Thank you to everyone who has shown genuine concerns for me in the past few days and thank you so much for trying to stand up for me. There are good people on here and I have met and interacted with a lot of them and thank you so much for such a wonderful experience and insightful discussions.

I don't hate people because of our differences in thoughts, beliefs, opinions. There's always room for dissenting opinions in every sphere. At the very least, we can agree to disagree and shake on it. But You can't make up shit about people just to prove your opinion is right and their opinions and views which differ from yours are 'wrong.

I am not a victim though, and they are not bullies, psst. They are just vile pathetic human beings exposing the greens of their insides. What you do says more about who you are as a person and human being. And this is who they are.

Just be a nice decent human being. That's what this world needs. Fix whatever is broken inside of you and free your mind and spirit. Hate is never the answer.

I'm going to be away for a while because I have studies, work and other interests I want to pursue at the moment- it's just my AADD flaring up so if you see me henceforth raving about Nana at least you'd know why. Lol. She's wrecking my Jimin bias. Lmho.

Spread positivity, do the right thing, stand up for a good cause and keep supporting Jikook. Jikook is real.

Until we meet again.

Signed,

GOLDY

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Lana, Lex, Clark, and Lionel debate

This is a Lana Clark Lex and Lionel debate

X 6 years ago

"Clark means more to me than you ever will" No Lana the only person who means more to you than anyone is yourself.

LO 6 years ago

STFU REJECT

X 6 years ago

@LO STFU Lana fanboy.

Supernova 2 days ago

That's why Lana did all of that volunteer work for blood drives. Or helped Adam when he pretended to be homeless. Wanted to use Lex's money for halfway houses and immigrant slavery. You know this Lana-hate which THANK GOODNESS is almost over is just out of spite.

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X 1 day ago

@Supernova She was the show's worst character. Treated like a perfect saintly Mary Sue who could do no wrong even though she can and had done plenty of wrong. She was a hypocrite who supposedly hated being lied to and having secrets kept from her only to lie and keep secrets herself. Her entire relationship with Clark was her trying to force him to tell her about his powers then having a tantrum when he wouldn't. She got jealous when men she fancied kissed other women even if she was with other men at the time. Even when she was with Whitney she gave Clark and Chloe a jealous look when she saw them kissing. Because Lana apparently believed that men had to pine for her until she was ready for them. Characters who were complete strangers to her would call her amazing out of nowhere even though she wasn't which was just the original producers projecting their obsession with the actress and character. Her and Clark's relationship was lust not love. They only liked each other for their looks and because they wanted to have sex. Anything Lana did wrong was ignored or portrayed as right. Like kidnapping the reformed Lionel and having him held hostage by a crazy woman for forcing her to marry Lex, when she was with Lex she threatened to have the college fund of the daughter of a LuthorCorp employee cut off unless said employee gave her the box from Brainiac's ship, she pretended to set up a clinic to help Kryptonite powered people but instead just used it to spy on Lex, nearly killed Lois while trying to kill Lex. People hate Lana because she's the worst character in the show, never had a clear set in stone character, was played by an actress hired for her looks not her acting ability, in other versions of Superman Lana Lang is just Clark's high school girlfriend. Therefore Lana should have left the show for good when she went to France at the end of Season 3. Instead they kept her around until Season 8. She was one of the most evil characters in the show yet was treated as if she was pure and innocent. At least Smallville's other villains were shown to be what they were.

A 8 hours ago (edited)

Only lust not love? When there were together they often go on normal dates, which they talk about of you listen to the dialogue. Apparently they always either go out to dinner, horse-riding, or dancing. They don't even sleep together for years of being friends. Anyway Clark is the major gaslighter in the show, gaslighting means making someone believe something isn't true even when they know it is. That is all Clark does to Lana and Lex throughout the first 3 seasons every-time someone threatens them about Clark. Lex tries to talk to him after being told by multiple people that Clark has a dangerous secret (like Lana) and just asks Clark outright. "Friendships built on secrets are destined to fail" and Clark says "good thing we don't have that problem". This is actually gaslighting. Making someone believe that something didn't happen, which can actually drive people out of their minds. "There's nothing more to me than what you see" to Lana who actually saw him use his powers "You'd still be the same Clark Kent." Which is what she says every-time she asks about the secret which is really in 3x02, gunpoint 3x03 after being kidnapped over the secret, and 5x10 because he suddenly stopped when they were going to sleep together. Then of course Clark blames her for moving away to college. And wait she actually think she asks about his health, because at this point she went to Lex and told him to stay away from Clark because he's "just like the rest of us". As for secrets in season 4 Lana admits everything which she had already told her current boyfriend and Lex about. She tells Clark after they become friends again. Why tell someone something if you aren't even talking to them? Then we see in 5x10 that Lana brings up aliens and tries to talk about the spaceship with Clark, before it's revealed that she accepted Lex's offer. Because Lex truly thinks aliens are going to invade and take over the world. Once Lex is revealed, you really expect her just to lie back and know that he's doing a ton of messed up stuff and not go after him? Lex is evil, but let him be? Going after an evil person doesn't make someone evil. And oh Lionel- didn't he kill his parents and a ton of innocent people over the years. Didn't he abuse his family? Who cares! But you seem to forget that Lana did save Lois' in Gone and Arrival. As for Lois, Chloe does confront her about that. But no Lana is not evil, she goes through therapy and reformation before returning because of some mental issues from being with Lex. And is your comment is less an accurate view of the show and more a rant.

X 7 hours ago @Ambrosia 777 She was right to go after Lex but didn't care how many innocents she hurt to get to him. And Lionel had redeemed himself after switching bodies with Clark cured him of a liver disease that was killing him and spent the rest of his life protecting Clark until Lex killed him. As bad as Clark's lying and secret keeping was he was doing it to protect people and make it so they didn't get put in danger or killed by his life as a hero.

A 6 hours ago

But she didn't plan to hurt Grant or Lois. Grant only didn't want to expose Lex because he worked for him. Anyway Lana had mental issues, she needed to work through. A fake pregnancy and finding out all of those things she defended Lex from were actually real broke her. But then and I read that blog post, she really did torture. herself because she didn't want to be that kind of person. Anyway the Black Box was supposed to protect the world from an alien invasion, until Lex wanted to start using it to make weapons. Then she disagreed, because she didn't want innocent people to die. Because she's not a Lex copy.

A 6 hours ago

Oh no I'm not a Clark hater at all. But I really hated how he pretended like Lex and Lana were imagining things and all of those people that kept telling them about him were lying. I know Clark is a good guy, but that took a toll on his friendships with them. They tried to prove they would care about him no matter what he was or why all of those things were happening. If a ton of people tried to kill me, then said yow know Clark has a secret. I'd want to know. And it's not like they argued with him about it, they asked directly. Straight to the source. Far better than just ending the relationship because Clark had a secret identity. Until Lex flat out started stalking him and that whole thing in Mortal which I will not excuse.

L 2 days ago (edited)

​ @A  All that truth scarred him off. Adults blindly hating a teenage girl and insulting the actress don't need attention anyway. To think that Lionel spent his entire life killing people and being a wife beater, to earn sudden forgiveness and still treat Lex like crap. While Lex turns into this kind of misguided monster. And Lana spends 1 year doing questionable things to protect the world from aliens or Lex and she's evil! Don't get me started on that teenage crap this grown man commented at first.

L 3 hours ago

And where does this “whining” all the time come from?! She asks twice in season 3 after Clark runs away and doesn't ask again until season 5. Compare that to Chloe seasons 1-3. I think Lana-haters know they just exaggerate and hate the character because they're insecure or immature. Especially when it's a grown man saying these hateful things.

X 3 hours ago

@L  Horrible things Lex and Lionel did were acknowledged as horrible. Horrible things Lana did were either ignored completely or treated as if they were right. Not liking a badly written and acted character isn't insecurity or immaturity. And there are plenty of women who hate the character of Lana as well. You liking her doesn't mean everyone has to.

A 9 minutes ago

You don't have to. Some of the things you said about Kristin and Lana in other comments read that way. And I truly think Lex and Lionel were evil because they had no reason to do those things. But Lana truly believed Lex when he said the Black Box could stop and invasion. And was mentally shook when he was revealed to be a bad guy who does all of these things she thought he wouldn't do, so she went after him. I'm just saying she's not evil or monstrous and ignoring the plot or reasons to hate Lana is unreasonable. And Isis was used to help meteor-freaks after she changed and stopped going after Lex.

L 4 minutes ago (edited)

@A that explained it way better than I did. If someone believes they are stopping a huge evil are they evil? Especially when compared to people who do worse things for their own amusement.

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Some Things Are Bound To Be (Chapter Seven) - Kyara

A/N: I'M SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, I've been going crazy with school, but I'm almost free, and true to my fashion, I wrote this instead of sleeping 😌 It's fine, I'm fine. Hopefully y'all like the chapter, thanks to Emerald ( @fromthenorthernskies​ ) for beta-ing! We're nearing the end, but these dumbasses still can't figure their shit out.

Read on AO3.

***

Priyanka doesn’t slap her when she tells her, though she wants to. Badly.

“You stupid bitch,” she exclaims, invading her personal space as she leans foward, mouth agape. Kyne doesn’t know if she should laugh or push her away, so she does the next logical thing and shoves Priyanka off, reaching for the bowl of chips. “You like her, but you’re gonna break up with her? Kyne, what the fuck.”

Kyne cringes only a little, partially because she’s sure even the people from the other building are able to hear Priyanka’s annoyed yell, and she knew this would be her reaction the moment the words left her mouth. The moment she had gotten that message from Kiara, she knew their scheme was bound to end—what else could she possibly want to talk about? Not the weather, obviously and not-- not Kyne’s stupid fantasy of a love confession, definitely not that.

So, only one option was left, and the clearest one at that. Kyne couldn’t bear the anticipation pooling at the pit of her stomach, so she did the next logical thing and invited Priyanka over, otherwise she would’ve ended up without nails by Monday.

She sighs a little, not letting the defeat show in her face.

“Not everything has a happy ending, Pri. And, y’know, we could still be friends, I guess.” Kyne shrugs, taking a mouthful of chips, and Priyanka knits her brows in a frown, silent for a moment too long. Kyne tenses.

Oh no. Priyanka, silent? Something is coming. Most likely, something Kyne won’t like to hear.

“No,” Priyanka finally says, quizzically. Kyne cocks a brow, setting the chips bowl back on the coffee table. 

“No?” She repeats.

Priyanka gives her a look; not a fiery one, like she always has when she’s about to give her a heartfelt speech when she feels like she might need one. No. It’s hard to put a finger on the emotion she’s looking at her with, but it’s neither pity nor concern—it might just be easier to call it a Priyanka-esque look. 

“No, this isn’t like you at all,” she says, folding her arms, an accusatory tone dripping from her tongue. Ah, shit. Not another pep-tak. “Fuck, if you were to tell me years ago that Kyne, the one bitch that stuck up to fucking Professor Brooke Lynn Hytes back in college, because she knew she had graded her papers wrong, would even think of giving up on a girl she likes, just because she might get in trouble with her parents I woud tell you to fuck right off, because that’s not my friend. Not at all.”

Kyne groans, rolls her eyes and grabs the nearest pillow to smash her head against. It annoys her that Priyanka is right, again. She hasn’t let her live down the fact she had to tell her she liked Kiara for her to realize, to begin with. And she’s convinced she’s never going to hear the end of it when--

--when there’s a pat on her head, and a heavy sigh.

She looks up and sees Priyanka, gazing at her with a more understanding gaze. She doesn’t look like she wants to strangle her—not for now, at least.

“You should tell her, y’know,” she says, with a tone that conveys she knows she’s right. Kyne knows she is, and she hates it. Priyanka might be stupid sometimes, but she’s stupidly cunning—for important things, anyway. And this, Kyne thinks, she’s deemed important.

So she just avoids her gaze, fidgeting with her hands. “But what if it’s not mutual? What do I do then? She’ll think I only accepted to be her fake girlfriend to use her.” She chews the inside of her cheek. It had been more than a recurring thought ever since she realized her feelings for Kiara, and more than once it had slipped through her mind. The idea that Kiara would just straight up stop talking to her if she thought she’d been used this whole time. That, or she would be fired on the spot.

(Bo’s words still run through her mind every so often, and it’s becoming rarer and far in between the times when she lets Kiara touch her in any way. Because if she does, Kyne’s not sure if she would be able to hold back.)

Priyanka groans, pulling and pinching the skin under her eyes. “God, I know you’re-- that we are lesbians, but god damn, not even I am this useless, and I’ve been pining for Kiara’s secretary for months now!”

“You’ve been pining for Lena?” Kyne echoes, but Priyanka dismisses it with a wave of her hand.

“Don’t change the topic, that’s my job, and I don’t wanna change it now. What I mean, is that Kiara definitely likes you, but you’re literally the last to know. Again.”

Kyne blinks, what Priyanka said not fully sinking in just yet. Then, she bushes furiously, much like the first time, and shoves Priyanka.

“No she doesn’t.”

“Oh my God, I will actually murder you one of these days.” Priyanka pinches the bridge of her nose, and then looks at her with a tired expression. “Yes, she fucking does. You literally spend all your time with her, and you haven’t picked up on the way she looks at you? I swear it’s the most stupid, lovey-dovey look I’ve ever seen, I’m disgusted just thinking about it,” she says, making faces and pulling her tongue out, and it really doesn’t help the blush that takes power in Kyne’s cheeks.

Dear Jesus, not another thing Priyanka had been able to pick up on her relationship with Kiara before her. She should get her a date with Lena, maybe that way she’ll stay out of her business.

But right now, there’s really no escaping Priyanka, since this is her own apartment, and she can’t kick her out at 1 a.m., so she sits through the scolding with an annoyed glare that Priyanka can’t care less about.

“Pri, stop, I get it; I’m dumb, blind, whatever. I know,” Kyne finally says, stopping Priyanka’s pointless rant about Kyne being the biggest useless lesbian she knows. She sighs heavily, knowing Priyanka won’t like what she’s about to hear. “And as much as I’d like to believe you, I don’t wanna risk my job, just because you’re delusional again.”

Priyanka yelps, slightly offended, and squints at her. “You know she can’t fire you just because, right?” She asks slowly, and Kyne scoffs. Of course she knows. But if she fired girls she slept with and no one batted an eye, then what are the odds she’ll be any different?

She tells Priyanka what Bo told her in big details, and she looks at her in disbelief.

“Fuck all the way off, that’s not true.”

Kyne cocks a brow, “How do you know?”

“Because Bo hates Kiara’s guts since her father fired one of her friends, but, like, they were on their right to fire her. She was purposely sabotaging projects, I think it was because her sister had married some dude owner of a rival company; the details are kinda blurry.” Priyanka folds her arms, an accusatory glance twinkles in her eyes, though it’s not directed at her, not really. “Didn’t you know? It’s all she talks about since you became closer with Kiara.”

Kyne blinks repeatedly, not really believing what she’s just heard. Priyanka’s stare is burning a hole through her, expecting an answer, but Kyne swears there’s white noise engulfing her, numbing her; the only thing she feels are her nails digging in her palms.

Bo lied to her? How could she? Even if she didn’t like Kiara, she had no right to lie to her; especially knowing full well she’d believe her. They were friends, after all.

Well, maybe tomorrow they won’t be.

“Why— why would she lie to me? I don’t get it.”

She knows Bo is as fiercely protective as she’s petty, holding grudges until she forgets why she was mad in the first place. But this? This is a low blow.

Priyanka shrugs, not really sure either. “I don’t know, girl, but she must have a good explanation. This doesn’t sound like her at all,” she offers, and Kyne desperately hopes she’s right.

She would never be able to forgive Bo for making her replace all the eagerness and comfort she felt around Kiara with panic and heightened fear of losing her job, every time their hands brushed and Kiara’s tentative fingers tried to reach for her.

Well, maybe she would, but it would take many apologies and a drink or three. Or maybe a whole bottle.

***

Monday morning comes around, and Kyne tries to not break the foam cup with Kiara's coffee with her tight grip, anxiety pooling in her stomach at the sole thought of what she's about to do.

Priyanka spent the entire night trying to convince her to just tell Kiara about her feelings, to woman up and rip the bandaid at once without much thinking. Kyne had finally relented only when they were about to fall fast asleep, and the alcohol was making the room spin ever so slightly, as she decided she didn't have anything to lose by telling Kiara of her feelings.

If she ended up losing her job, Priyanka had said she could hook her up with one of her cousins, a well-respected lawyer, so they could sue the Schatzis for all they had. Of course she wished they didn't have to go to that extreme, and even dared to dream of a movie-like moment.

Of course, dreams are a thing completely different in reality, she reminds herself of that when she lets herself in Kiara's office, briefly greeting Lena and sliding past her, who doesn't even give her much of a glance.

(At some point Lena stopped caring about her, even developed a sixth sense to know whenever she was around to not waste her time in telling her to wait a second so she could tell Kiara she was coming.)

Kiara is already scribbling something on a notepad, holding her phone to her ear with her other hand, and Kyne knows that by the scowl plastered on her face she should wait a second before saying anything.

But then she glances up, her expression easing up in a second as a smile blooms on her face, signaling her to sit down, doing silly faces when she points at the phone, and she wants to laugh stupidly loud because anything Kiara does she finds endearing, but they'll have time for that later.

“They were out of chocolate chips, so I brought you a blueberry muffin,” Kyne says once she hangs up, omitting the part of her knowing blueberry is her second favorite flavor, because she mentioned months ago and she never forgot. She can say that later, so she just passes her the paper bag with the muffin and her cup of coffee. 

Kiara smiles at her, saying a polite thank you as she gives the muffin a bite, leaning back on her chair, looking already tired of work when it's barely starting.

There's silence for a moment too long, where they just eat and sip, but nothing lasts forever, so Kiara is the one to break it.

“I think you'll remember I wanted to talk about something,” she begins, and Kyne nods, prompting her to go on. She's too confident in what she's about to say, thinks they're on the same page. 

Nothing prepares her for when Kiara leans forward, the smile all but gone and replaced with a neutral expression, and Kyne just knows something is bad. That this won't end like she wants.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” she continues, fidgeting with her rings, avoiding her gaze. When she locks eyes with her, there isn't any hint of the warmth and kindness is used to see in them. They're hollow, void of any emotion. Her throat closes up in anticipation. “And I think you're right, we should end this pretend relationship before it goes too far.”

Kyne blinks, once then twice, until she's awkwardly staring at Kiara, digging her nails in her palms.

Fuck, she thinks. And for a long second her mind is just a loop of the word fuck. This isn't even Kiara's doing, it's hers, her own words and actions came back to bite her in the ass, and there's no way she can blame Kiara for wanting to call it quits after she snapped at her.

Her plans are gone to waste, there's no way she can bring up the way she feels about her after this. It just wouldn't be right. So she does the next thing she knows best; she deflects.

“Well, I mean, do you think it's been enough time for people to not get suspicious?” She manages to stutter out, trying for the love of her dignity to not let the quiver in her voice give away the tears that are to come at some point.

Her nails dig in her palms further, probably drawing blood, when Kiara just shrugs. Like she doesn't care. And it stings like a bitch.

“Does it matter? For all I know, we've done more than enough. I think it's a good time to stop before-- it's just the time.” Kiara clears her throat, and Kyne wants to ask before what, before she falls even more in love with her, if that's even possible? 

So she inhales sharply, taking a long sip from her coffee, finishing it all in one motion, and tries to not let it show in her expression how much it actually affects her.

“For all I know, I really liked being your fake-girlfriend,” she confesses, and it's not really a lie, but it isn't the entire truth. Kyne did like every second of it, even if at the beginning her mind was clouded with anxiety and fears, she liked having lunch with her and spending time together outside work hours, liked when she laughed so hard she ran out of air, and her nose scrunched up and she made a weird sound that she said she was ashamed of. She liked when she'd absent-mindlessly run her hands through her hair when they were watching a movie together, and it would send shivers down her spine. 

(And Kiara, she just likes all about Kiara. She likes Kiara.)

It’s just that, for a fleeting moment, she hoped they could be real, that even if Priyanka was wrong and Kiara didn’t like her back, she could grow to like her.

Maybe she could’ve loved her if she had been given the chance. Maybe she could’ve loved her either way, if she had been given more time. Maybe she could’ve loved her.

(She could’ve.)

“You can keep my cupcake, I'm not hungry,” Kyne says, giving her a smile, one that doesn’t reach her eyes, one that probably looks forced and not at all real, but she can’t be bothered right now. Not when she feels her heart ache and a lump in her throat prevents her from speaking. 

Kiara just blinks, about to say something else when Kyne leaves without saying anything; she knows the second she opens her mouth, a choked sob would come out.

In exchange, Kiara doesn’t say anything to her for the rest of the day, and the day becomes the week, and it stings deeply in Kyne’s chest. She was so close to saying it, to stop letting the words linger in the air and manifest them. 

But it’s over now. So suddenly and abruptly, and it's all her fault.

Kyne supposses it’s her own fault for not being honest sooner, for letting the lies numb her good judgement. She knew Kiara, it was impossible that she was capable of any of the things Bo said she did were true, and yet—

She shakes her head, trying to concentrate on her job.

Kiara not talking to her isn't the end of the world she thinks it is, even if it feels like it. She'll eventually get over it, find someone new and forget she ever felt something for her. 

But God, it's easier said than done, when she sees her every day around the company, and for once she knows where the rumours of her being cold hearted come from; she doesn't see her crack a smile once. Not even the tiniest smirk, and if Kyne didn't know better she'd say the two women she's always hanging out with look at her when she passes by with an annoyed glance. 

Kyne wants the earth to open and swallow her whole. 

By the second week of silence, she catches Kiara's glance on her way to a meeting by pure chance; she's looking at Bo, who's telling her about this guy from Tinder she's been seeing, just when Kiara is coming out from another office. Their eyes meet for a fleeting moment, and it digs a deeper hole in her chest when she finds they're still void of any emotion.

Fuck, she misses her so much. Kyne swears she could cry right there and then if she didn't have to speak at a stupid budget meeting for a new project.

“So is it true?” Bo says enigmatically, and Kyne cocks a brow.

“What?”

“That you and Miss Bitch Heiress broke up.” She stops in her tracks, shit, news fly fast, don't they? Bo gives her a pitiful smile and a pat on the shoulder, but Kyne swats her hand away.

“Don't act like you didn't want this to happen,” she snarls, resuming her walk. She hasn't brought up that she knows she lied to her, because that implies reminding herself how much she royally fucked up, so she's been avoiding it. Kyne sure has a talent for avoiding her problems until they blow up in her face.

“Well, I sure as hell didn't want you getting hurt because of her,” Bo tries to defend herself, but Kyne just rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, sure,” she merely replies, not looking at her, hurrying her steps, feeling a lump growing in her throat by the second. 

It bottles up, like it always does, even though she promised Priyanka she'd try to let it out. The thing is, as much as Kyne knows she can trust Priyanka, it's not like she isn't constantly worried of being a burden with her feelings ever since Kiara called their pretend relationship quits, so she tries to limit the amount of things she tells Priyanka. 

She doesn't tell her she barely sleeps, that she can't see cupcakes without feeling nauseous, that she picks up her pace when she walks by the restaurant she took Kiara to for the first time - that she's even contemplated burning the damn dress she bought her. That it pains her to look at it every time she opens her closet and sees it hanging there, among her other clothes, because it sticks as a sore thumb out and it reminds her of how happy she was that night with her. 

It all bottles up, and admittedly, she should've known better than to drink her feelings away.

It's Friday night, and they're at a new bar that opened around Scarlett's place. She's actually put effort in her appearance, curling her hair and picking one of her prettiest dresses, done her best eyeshadow in ages—and yet, no amount of tequila shots can fill up the void she feels in her chest.

She ends up crying and admitting how she really feels when she accompanies Priyanka outside for a quick smoke that turns into a full therapy session. Or well, something akin to it.

“I miss her,” Kyne cries out, Priyanka wipes the tears away before the rimmel ruins her whole face.

“I know,” she replies simply.

“Shit, should I call her now and tell her everything?” Priyanka groans, visibly cringing.

“Baby, gimme your phone, you’re not calling anyone at three a.m. unless it’s an Uber,” she says, reaching to grab Kyne’s phone, and for a drunk person she’s far too quick to move her hand away.

“But--”

“Listen, bitch, you know I love talking and giving pep talks,” Priyanka cuts her off, “But, I am sure you would forget it by the morning, so we’re not having this conversation right now.”

Kyne rolls her eyes, folding her arms; why Priyanka has to be right even when both are one shot away from being drunk out of their minds? It’s not fair.

“So, now that’s sorted out,” she says, stomping on her cigarette, “We’re going home bitch, I can’t have you following me around the bar looking like a raccoon,” Priyanka speaks matter-of-factly, and Kyne gasps offended, swatting her arm. But she ends up giving in when she unlocks her phone and sees what her tears have done to her rimmel.

They go back inside to find the others to tell them that they’re leaving, and Kyne doesn’t have time to think of an excuse to give Scarlett as to why her eyes look puffy when Priyanka tells them what happened. Scarlett immediately coos and wraps her in a clumsy hug, saying how sorry she is, that she looked so happy with Kiara, she never would’ve imagined it would end so soon.

“Bobo, shut the fuck up before I cry again,” she warns, half-jokingly, half-serious. Scarlett lets her go, but a decided look settles on their face.

“Fuck no bitch, you need us now; we’re all goin’ back to my place, and we’re not lettin’ you go to sleep until you crack a smile-- and stop lookin’ like a damn raccoon.”

“I don’t look like a raccoon!” Kyne yelps, offended.

“Yes, you do,” Bo pipes up, and Kyne grumbles while her friends laugh at her expense.

So, they make their way back to Scarlett’s apartment, arms linked as they talk about anything that comes up to their minds to distract Kyne. And it works, she laughs until her stomach hurts, and tears pool at the corner of her eyes, except they’re not sad tears this time, and she feels so grateful for her friends as she kicks off her shoes, and Scarlett drags Priyanka to help them re-arrange things in her room to fit everyone.

She’s left alone with Bo, who’s been rather silent towards her these past days. Kyne knows why, but she isn’t sure right now it’s the time to bring it up.

Of course, nothing ever goes like she wants it to, so Bo clears her throat before speaking.

“Kyne, listen, I have something to tell you--”

“I know,” Kyne cuts her off, not wanting to deal with this right now. “Priyanka, she told me you hate Kiara. She told me why, she told me everything.” She meets Bo’s gaze, and it hurts her only a little when she sees the regret in her expression. Her petty side is stronger when she’s drunk.

Bo inhales sharply before speaking, “Yeah, I know. Priyanka scolded me about it when you refused to go out for lunch with us for the third time in a row,” she admits, toying with the hem of her shirt. “Listen, I didn’t mean for this to happen, I was trying to look out for you so you wouldn’t get hurt, but--”

“But it happened either way,” Kyne finishes, sinking further into Scarlett’s couch. Bo sighs, sitting next to her.

“And I’m sorry about it, you really did look happy,” she muses quietly, giving her a pat on the shoulder. Kyne can’t be bothered to swat her away again. “I guess I never really forgot her for breaking my friend Abril’s heart.”

Kyne frowns, curious; Kiara never spoke of any Abril. “Is that your friend that sabotaged projects and shit?” She wonders, turning to look at her. Bo sighs heavily.

“Yup, the one and only. She was Kiara’s friend from college, and she was the one that got her the job. I think they were dating at that point, I don’t remember well,” Bo recalls, trying to make sense of the blurry memories. In the end, she dismisses it with a wave of her hand. “Whatever. Now that I’m being honest, I wasn’t even sure the rumors about her sleeping around were true, I just believed them out of spite.”

She blinks repeatedly, not really believing what she’s hearing.

“So you feel bad for the girl that used Kiara and betrayed her trust, instead of feeling bad for the girl that got her reputation ruined before she actually started working at the company?” Kyne says slowly, and Bo cringes at herself.

“When you put it like that it makes me sound like an asshole,” she complains, and Kyne almost snaps her optic nerve with the way she rolled her eyes.

She’s over this discussion already, and she’s not really sure what did she gain out of it; closure, maybe? Whatever it is, she decides she’ll think this new information through when she’s more sober—and her face doesn’t itch with the ruined foundation. So she just stands up and asks Bo if she’s going to take her make-up off, and Bo follows her to the bathroom without saying anything.

Later on, when Priyanka and Scarlett are done scattering blankets and pillows on the ground, she’s able to sleep peacefully for what feels like the first time in years. Maybe she should keep this in mind for the next time a rich girl breaks her heart; there isn’t a better way to sleep than using Scarlett as a pillow, while Priyanka is sprawled over her and, ironically enough, butting heads with Bo.

***

Another Monday comes around, and Priyanka has decided to put the non-sense to an end. She solemnly walks up to Rita Baga’s office, saying to Tynomi that she has important business stuff to discuss with her. Yes, like that. 

Tynomi side-eyes her, but ends up letting her in, anyway. It’s still early and she knows for a fact Rita doesn’t have anything important until ten a.m., so she sends Priyanka in.

Rita looks as imponent as she always does, and the way she quirks her eyebrow at Priyanka absolutely does not intimidate her.

Fine, maybe a little.

“How can I help you, miss…?” She squints, and only then Priyanka remembers she’s never properly talked with her. 

“My name’s Priyanka, and you can help me by listening to me and then talking some sense into your friend,” she says, and Rita cocks her head, furrowing her brow. Okay, maybe she should be more specific. “I’m Kyne’s best friend, and if my instinct is right, Kiara is as sad for their break up as her. Which is why I need your help; you see, my idiot is convinced your idiot hates her, but I know better than that, so if you’d help me to push them to talk things out, I will be eternally grateful.” 

Should she be calling Kiara an idiot in front of her friend and fellow CEO? Probably not, but anyway, what’s done is done.

Rita goes from confused to surprised, to confused again. She clears her throat before speaking, “I’m sorry, I thought Kyne was the one that wanted to end things…?”

“Oh, it’s a bit of a complicated situation, but I assure you, she absolutely regrets snapping at Kiara.”

They stare at each other for a long second, before Rita finally reaches for her phone and calls up her secretary.

“Tynomi, would you mind coming in for a minute? We have a bit of a problem.”

[ourloveisforthelovely]

In the Light 3

Harry Potter 

Characters: Sirius Black x Reader 

Link to Chapter 2 

Rating: Explicit- smut

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“Sirius, can you slow down!”

You squealed as he practically dragged you from the kitchen into the living room. Sirius finally let you go before running a hand through his hair.

“Snape asked you to marry him?”

You sighed. This was not how you wanted this conversation to go! In fact, you didn’t plan on telling Sirius about this at all! You knew his hot temper and this was going to be furious!

“Sirius, I said no because I am married to you! You can’t be double married! Even in our world that isn’t right!”

Sirius started laughing. You stepped back, feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Love, maybe you should breathe?”

Sirius’ hands were trembling and you were waiting for him to punch a hole in the wall.

“So you love him too? You love the one man that I hate more than Peter-fucking-Pettigrew!”

You shook your head. Where the hell was this coming from? You didn’t love Snape! In fact, you never wanted anything to do with Snape after finding out that he was a death eater.

“No! I don’t love him! I love you!”

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“Right. I asked you when we were making love if there was someone else and you lied to me. Apparently, you have changed a lot in the past years.”

Now you were mad! Mad was putting it lightly! That comment that came out of his mouth made you want to strangle the man!

“Sirius Orion Black you stop this right now! I haven’t changed at all! If I didn’t love you, I would have never spent almost every day of these past 15 years crying because no one would listen to me about you being innocent! Maybe it's you that's changed!”

You turned and stormed from the room without another word. Walking into the dining room, Remus looked up from a book that he was reading.

“That didn’t sound so good.”

You ran a hand through your hair before beginning to pace.

“Level with me here, Remus. Have I done anything to make myself an unfaithful wife in the last years?”

Remus leaned back in his chair.

“Actually it's quite the opposite. You have been nothing more than faithful to him.”

You pointed to the living room.

“Go talk to grumpy in there!”

Remus stood up. He patted your shoulder before turning and walking into the living room. Sirius stood looking out the window angrily.

“Do you think that you handled that appropriately?”

Sirius didn’t turn around. He was fuming. Hearing those words was enough to make Sirius want to become a murderer! Apparently, you had missed the whole “I was sitting in prison wondering what my wife was doing” speech.

“What does it matter?”

Remus sighed.

“It matters 100%. Sirius, Y/n has gone through hell without you. She lost her husband, almost lost her job as an Auror, lost her brother, best friend, nephew….everything she held dear to her. You didn’t see the way that people stared at her when she walked down the street or whispered about her. Y/n has gone through hell these past 15 years. Snape didn’t help any! You need to fix this! Sirius, you have been in love with her since you were a child. Do you really want to lose that?”

Sirius turned. His grey eyes focused on Remus. The expression on his face alone told Remus that he had gotten through all of the stubborn. Sirius ran a hand through his hair again.

“She’s really gone through hell, huh?”

Remus nodded.

Y/n is a proud lady but yes...she has gone through hell. FYI, she wants nothing to do with Snape.”

Sirius shook his head.

“He made a comment that pushed me over the edge. The git made a comment about how I wouldn’t be able to properly provide for her...how I wouldn’t be a good father if…”

Remus frowned. He really didn’t want to have that conversation again. The last time that Sirius talked about you not being able to be pregnant, he was drunk off of his ass. It took both Remus and James to get their very drunk best friend home.

“Sirius, Y/n can’t….”

Sirius held up a hand.

“I KNOW! That really wasn’t my point. Snape essentially said that I won’t be able to take care of my own wife.”

Remus took a breath.

“Sirius, Y/n has high hopes for everything to work out.”

Sirius snorted.

“Yeah, she has high hopes for her big loser!”

Remus calmly rolled his eyes. This was obviously going to be a long difficult conversation!

“Sirius, you know that isn’t true. You are a good person who bad things have happened to. Y/n and yourself have a chance to start over. The two of you are able to take care of Harry and provide a life he hasn’t had. Don’t spoil it over things that Severus Snape says.”

Sirius looked down at his feet before meeting his friend’s face.

“I better go talk to Y/n.”

Meanwhile…

You walked upstairs trying to find a way to calm down. Maybe it was best to let Sirius calm down and when he was rational try the whole reasoning thing again.

“Filthy blood traitors are still contaminating my poor mistress' house.”

You sighed and turned to see Kreacher sneaking around in the corner.

“Is that necessary?”

You snapped. Kreacher looked up at you with his usual sneering face.

“Filthy whore.”

“Shut up, Kreacher!”

You spun around to see Sirius in the doorway. He glared at the house-elf as the being left the room still muttering about Sirius being a blood traitor among other things. You shook your head wanting nothing to do with the vile elf.

“Ignore him.”

Sirius said softly.

“He never liked me very much...not surprising though.”

When you didn’t respond, Sirius sighed. He knew that look very well! Anytime he fucked up that was the look that he received.

“Ah, I see that you aren’t talking to me. I know that look well.”

You turned and walked back into the bedroom not saying anything. The bedroom door closing told you exactly what you expected. Sirius was not going to let this go.

When his hands wrapped around your waist in that all too familiar fashion it took all that you had to not turn around and turn into a blubbering mess. This whole experience was turning you into a total Mary Sue. Oh well. You thought.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. I’m just so angry over how our lives have turned out. Listening to Snape talk about me not being really able to care for you the way that I should kind of made me see red.”

You stood motionless for a moment before turning in Sirius’ arms.

“This is where you go hex him and tell him to shut the fuck up. Sirius, once we get a hold of Pettigrew you won’t have to hide anymore. You can pick up your male pride and start where we were years ago.”

Sirius didn’t say anything for a moment.

“Male pride?”

You smiled before reaching into your pocket.

“I found something that you may want back.”

You slid his wedding ring back onto his finger. Sirius smiled down at his hand.

“Since the day you put it on my hand for the first time.”

He leaned down pressing his lips to yours. You sighed against his lips before twirling your fingers in his hair.

“Are you trying to come onto me? Maybe a makeup for that little spat downstairs?”

Sirius gave you an eyebrow wiggle before quickly spinning you around. His right hand reached up your skirt and squeezed your thigh.

“I bet if I go a little further north I will find out and you want it as much as I do.”

“I think that you may be right. We are going to have to get a grip on ourselves soon. We can’t just start snogging in front of Harry. I don’t want to give him a complex.”

Sirius laughed.

“There are plenty of places in this house to hide for a quickie. Besides last night was more like a quickie than taking our time...and catching up.”

“We made love until 3 am.”

You giggled as Sirius started working the rest of your dress off. He would have preferred to just rip the thing off of you but it looked expensive. Sirius had to fight back a moan the moment that your lingerie came into his view. You fought back a moan as his hands cupped your breasts greedily.

“You have a choice. Do you want me inside of you or my face between your legs for the next hour?”

“I….I…”

Sirius chuckled against your neck before sliding a hand into your knickers.

“Come on love, I need an answer. Are you getting shy on me now? Remember the time I did this to you in potions that time? I thought you were going to scream in class.”

You pressed your head back against his shoulder.

“You were such a tease. You’re still a tease.”

“A little late to change now.”

He said before tugging hard enough on the lace fabric to make your knickers to go to shreds.

“I rather liked those.”

You said as Sirius gently bent you over the desk.

“I can buy you another pair.”

Sirius said slowly undoing his pants and kicking them away from the two of you.

“I think I would rather be inside of you.”

Sirius said in that deep voice that made all of your nerves stand on edge. He took a deep breath before pushing in. You closed your eyes while silently putting a silencing charm on the room. The last thing that you wanted was for anyone in the house to hear the noise that was about to come out of that room! It would be awkward having to face them. You chuckled at the thought of wishing Sirius’ mother’s portrait could hear this. The howling old hag could hear exactly what her son was made of!

...what her son is made of…

You moaned at the thought! You were being stuffed with exactly what her son was made of! The crazy old bat would go crazy if she knew what the two of you were doing in her beloved house.

Sirius pushing in a little harder made all thoughts leave your head. Your eyes rolled backward with each thrust. Your body was most definitely going to need to get used to this again!

You cried out pathetically when Sirius pulled out. Standing up straight, you quickly spun around as Sirius took off the rest of his clothes. He gave you that damned raised eyebrow that could turn you from a good girl to a bad girl in 2 seconds.

“On my lap, darling.”

He quickly lay back on the bed and gave you that steely gaze. You stood motionless a moment longer before quickly doing as you were told. Putting your legs on either side of his body, you took his length from tip to base. It was Sirius’ turn to moan.

“Naughty girl.”

You reached behind you quickly removing the bra that was still on. Sirius gave you a dark mirthful little smile before sitting up enough to get his hands on your chest. You threw your head back as Sirius’ mouth wrapped around your nipple. Between his deep thrusts and mouth nipping at your breasts; you wouldn’t last long.

“So close…”

You whimpered. Sirius quickly lay back and wrapped his hands around your waist.

“I can do something about that.”

Before you could say anything, he was slamming into you so hard and fast that you couldn’t formulate a thought. When your body clenched around his, you were pleased to hear Sirius moan.

“I’m going to come if you do that again.”

You grinned and squeezed him again. Whether it be the mixture of rough lovemaking, Sirius’ words, or the feeling of him coming hard inside of you; you came apart screaming your lover’s name.

When you could open your eyes, Sirius was looking up at you with a shit-eating grin. He quickly held his arms up to pull you down to him.

“Was that good?”

You asked, snuggling your face into his chest as Sirius lit a cigarette.

“Check your undercarriage.”

He said, inhaling as there was a knock on the door. Sirius rolled his eyes.

“This is the problem with a house full of people...no one can stay occupied. Who is it?”

Sirius yelled the last part, hoping whoever it was would run away. From the other side of the door came Remus’ voice.

“I am sorry to disturb but I thought that you should know Harry is here early.”

Sirius glanced at you and quickly put out his cigarette and started pulling on his abandoned clothes. He quickly turned and looked at you. One look told him exactly what he needed to know. You were a nervous wreck.

“Y/n, it will be okay.”

You nodded, trying to believe what he said. Sirius was across the room. He tilted your face to his.

“He will love you. It's impossible to meet you and not fall in love you.”

You could only hope that Sirius was right...

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(Note: I’m not repeating stories he’s told before and just putting them in parenthesis. I have a lot more videos to go until I’m caught up so that would save me a lot of time. If he gives details I never heard from him before, I will type those.) 

“Women Who Run With Wolves” Speaks, September 21, 2020

- Says someone came to his forum and said the stories of the 6 women who are accusing him are immaculate. He questions what 6 women. - Say there were 3 women he dated. Says he dated Shiloh 10 years ago until she got pregnant with another man’s baby. Then his husband Kai stepped in and they’ve been married 8 years. They were in one serious poly relationship, Billie. The other they weren’t serious about because they were sexually extorted. - Says he was told Adam was just Regina dressed up as a guy. There was a shadow over Adam’s face. He says you’d say that’s insane, why would a “victim” (hand quote) dress up as a dude so they could be on Hansen’s show twice and get clout twice? [This must be the video this screen shot was taken from. edit: it was from “You Are Your Own Worst Enemy”] He tells viewers to watch the footage of each interview and compare.  - Says Regina is someone with a 2 year age gap with Kai, so there’s no potential for something weird there. Says he (James) never spoke to or met Regina. He says he heard Regina and Shiloh were ripped apart on lolcow or 4chan, says just like everyone else who is mentally whack. Says apparently Regina pretended to be a transgender person. Again, says study the footage and compare Regina and Adam. - Says Luxymoo was 20-something when he had a conversation with her. Says he told her he needed someone to keep Kai company while he was working, so if she wanted to date Kai that’s fine. He says he told her he (James) doesn’t have to be part of the relationship. Says she’s a “victim” (hand quote) even though he never met her. - (Lists Shiloh’s lies during their relationship.) Says he only calls Shiloh crazy because Sarah is not as nutzo as Shiloh and Billie is not as nutzo as Sarah. Billie is the most mentally sound, even though she’s vindictive and has anger problems. - Says Maya was debunked hard. He says he posted her texts about how into him she was and how she was sorry and wanted to try again. He says he asked her out and kissed her on the lips when she said yes. [He puts his hands up] “Sorry, I guess I wasn’t supposed to do that.” [in a mocking tone.] Says she got mad at him because he asked to pick her up and carry her to the other room so they could play VR and she said yes. Says she was 24 at the time. - Says you guys don’t care about the actual facts. You say children, but there were no children involved. - Says a normal accusation is someone kept me in a cage and sprayed me with a hose, but you guys believe the most ridiculous nonsense and the mob thinks it all makes sense. “He’s a masterful kisser after asker-outer.” [mocking tone again] - Says he feels like the people he broke up with all together and tried to imprison him. The FBI, Hansen, the cops, Shiloh all didn’t work out for you. - [Insults anti-o’s for a while, says they’re “mentally retarded” and deserve disability benefits among other things] - [insults his exes, the usual shit he says in all of his video] - He shows his computer monitors and says he does computer work all day. He asks how does he has the time [he changes his thought, but I think he was implying he doesn’t have the time to date women.] He says people think if they have a pussy, they can woo him. Men and women tried to collaborate with him on Only Fans. He asks why would he do that if he doesn’t know them? He says “no” to them because he only has sex when he’s in love with someone or if he’s being essentially raped. Says he also had sex when he was in rebound mode and that sucked. He said they were both 26. - Says he knows how it feels to be duped by Shiloh. He was duped by her for a year even though he knew she was lying. - Says Nicholas DeOrio acts like a white knight and thinks people with vaginas can do no wrong. Says he tried to tell DeOrio (Shiloh lied about being knocked out story). - He says Shiloh told him there was a guy who abducted and raped her in his basement for weeks. He says he just realized he got mad at Ricegum when he asked a girl if getting raped hurt because he (James) asked Shiloh that too, but not the same way. “Was it always torture for you?” She told him sometimes your body betrays you, but she ever enjoyed what he did. He says he didn’t know why he asked and says he was an idiot, 24 at the time. He says he doesn’t know if that really happened, but one time she said she saw her kidnapper a block away. James said he’ll beat the crap out of him if he’s a rapist, but she said no and that they needed to go. Says it was near a Korean BBQ in crowded downtown Toronto. He says it might have been close to where the into to one of the Saw movies was recorded. Says there was also a music store and a costume store so you guys can look at the maps and find out where he was. Says he likes to be transparent and no matter how many times you ask him questions he’ll always give the same answers. - Says you literally reported him to the cops with a LeafyIsHere video. Teenagers think just because you have an opinion of someone, you can cancel them and ruin their life. - Says he didn’t meet these people. Says he met Maya and he gives a sarcastic apology for kissing her. Says she didn’t complain about it right after. He went downstairs and made her breakfast after he kissed her.

“Onision Is The New Johnny Depp“ Speaks, September 22, 2020

- Says people tried to deplatform him when this all started. Says that’s weird because if someone was guilty, you’d want them to talk as much as possible. Unless you were the one hiding something. He says it would be weird for someone who talks as much as him to go quiet. - (Hansen is a fraud, he made a lot of money off of alleged victims) - Says there’s an alleged show that’s asking commentary Youtubers to be on. They weren’t there. How desperate are they? Asks if you watched a documentary and thought how great would it be if that random commentary Youtuber was in it? Says they didn’t even ask the guy who the show is about for comment. - Asks where all the funds go for the TV show. Asks if people are paid to be pretend victims. - Tells his audience to compare Regina and Adam again. Said a Hansen insider [Vincent? lmao] told him they were the same person. He says he already suspected it, but the insider told him without him asking. Says it’s demented and crazy to go on a show twice pretending to be two different people. Says it’s said Regina’s a hardcore drug user and it might have fried their brain. Says he doesn’t know and Regina should speak about it. - Says he was told the people he dumped had a falling out.  - Says he tried to work things out with Billie after, but she said “haha f-you.” Says Billie dumped Kai once in a car. - Says it’s clear the show is not for justice. If you want justice, you go to the police or get a lawyer. If you want clout, you go on a livestream or a TV show, start a Venmo, promote your album, Only Fans, etc. - Says if it was all true, there’s still no crime. It also alienates everyone else he ever dated. - Someone said “good morning to everyone but Onision.” He says so you just said hello to Hitler? - He says if a 19-year-old dude goes after a 16-year-old, people call him a pedo, but that’s not a pedo. Says it’s fine in a lot of states with the Romeo and Juliet laws. - Says people were paying attention to him because they thought he was melting down. He gave them what they wanted and he posted the bloopers to prove it. Says he made a good amount of money off of those fake meltdown videos and it was fun for him. - Says he never met the MySpace dude who went on Hansen. Never met the girl who said her friend died because of his video. Says so many people went on the show acting like experts and he has no idea who they are. - Says Maya said she never liked him and he proved her wrong with her texts. She came out, he posts the texts, she walks away. Says she re-invented the past. Says she needs to get her head checked. People do things like this when they have mental illness. They are trying to be a victim. He says that’s a common BPD thing, but he doesn’t know if she has that. - Says the commentary channels are just as bad as these fake me too’s because they make money off of the situation. Money is the root of all evil and if you follow they money, you’ll see the patterns. If they pretend to be heroes, why don’t they support charity? - He says if the company who is making the show has a lot of money, he can sue them. If you watch all his videos and aren’t mentally ill, it’s beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is nonsense. - Someone asked why he made this the theme of this channel. He says people won’t drop it and let him move on. He won’t stop fighting for the truth, even if it drives his channel into the ground. - (They are framing him because he dumped them.) - Says someone walked in on his video and he had to cut it. - Says Shiloh’s been stalking him for 10 years. She told him even if he was married with kids, she’d show up on his doorstep. She said they when they were listening to an Adele song. He says that’s mental illness. Says she contacted Kai. Tells her to move on, why are you obsessed? - Says if you were being honest, why would you not show up on a show? Says if they don’t want to collect money, they can donate it to charity. He says they’re already in too deep because they collected money. He tells the show, Edwin, Repzion, and Hansen to donate to TWLOHA if they care about actual victims. - He says using me too to get money is a guaranteed gateway to hell. Says real victims don’t want to report it because they don’t want to talk about it or see their abuser again. Says they were obsessively talking about him. Says he heard Sarah was playing a drinking game while watching his videos. He says she wasn’t really his ex because she sexually extorted him when she was an adult. Says she’s a rapist and she admitted it. She was beyond 18 by some time. - Says it’s sad there’s no consolation prize for him for being framed and sexually extorted. Says a creepy old man showed up to his house, he was egged the next day, people tired to swat him, tried to commit perjury against him to get his channels taken down. People think he’s disgusting even though he’s innocent, like Johnny Depp. If you have a taste in crazy women, you’re doomed. - Says he’s forever socially tainted with the lies of others. The silver lining is he can tell his viewers to avoid relationships with people who pretend to be victims. He tried to save Shiloh and Sarah. Shiloh faked a rape, car accident, pregnancy. Sarah said she was beat by her mom and raped. - Says Shiloh implied she started talking to him when she was 16. He says that’s not true, unless she emailed him. Says he got a lot of emails. Says she made a comment that he only paid attention to her because she was a Canadian popstar. He says that’s true and he only emailed her back because it was good for his career. He said it wasn’t about her age and that’s why Kai lied about his age. Kai knew if he didn’t lie about his age, James would have stopped talking to him. By the time James found out the truth, he already fell for him. It was legal. Says there’s taboo and there’s the law. - Says a dude can stab 20 people, but people will still just make videos and a documentary about how he broke up with a girl for being a criminal.  - Says he can’t trust anyone anymore. Sarah told him she’d never be like Billie or Shiloh and they were evil. She would up being them. Says Sarah was the most criminal of them all and bragged about it on twitter. He asks if they’ll include that on the documentary.

[howlingsaturn]

three words, eight letters

once Ben has told Callum that he loves him, he can't seem to stop.

ONE

Ben knows Callum's right, he always is, but sitting on the kitchen table staring at the British Sign Language For Dummies book that Callum has dropped in front of him this morning, Ben can't help but feel severely out of his depth. He laughed when he first read the title and Callum's earned himself a half-hearted jab into his arm but the way Callum pressed a lingering kiss to his hairline before he left for work got Ben thinking. He can't go on like this, it's driving him crazy. And if he does stay deaf for the rest of his life, he's got to find a new way to deal with it.

So he flicks through the book, trying out some signs after he's made sure that no one's looking and he feels so unbearably stupid that he aggressively closes the book a mere half an hour later. He grabs his jacket and heads out, the book long forgotten on the kitchen table. It's not before he comes home that evening and he sees Lexi reading it with intense focus that he realises he may have overreacted. Sue him, he's not the most patient guy. Lexi sees him standing in the doorway, glaring daggers at the book, and promptly sits up straighter. 

"Daddy," she calls out, giving him a small wave to catch his attention, "Are you gonna help me?" 

Ben looks at her for another second, comprehending what she's just asked and then he sighs. Out of all the children in the world, he just had to have the smartest one. It makes him smile. 

He sits down next to her and they learn a couple of basic signs like How are you and My name is or I need two apples. It's kinda nice actually and Ben doesn't feel like he's doing it because he has to. When Callum walks in an hour later, he drops a kiss to top of Ben's head and joins them, a blinding smile on his lips. 

It goes on like that for a few days, Ben flicking through the book or watching videos on YouTube with Lexi or Callum. Even Jay and Lola sit with him sometimes, learning a few signs themselves and it makes something in his chest ache with gratitude. He's still struggling with the realisation, some days are worse than others, and no amount of studying or gentle words can lessen the fear of losing his hearing forever. It sits right in his bones, sending a flair of pain through his body with every movement.

He's trying though, he's trying to live his life as normal as possible even though it's anything but. He tries to keep an open mind and find some humour in the whole thing, which is why he ends up making random movements with his hands sometimes just to see Jay's confused face or watch Callum frantically skip through the book to try and piece the single elements together. It makes Ben genuinely laugh every time so they can't even be mad at him.

Sometimes Ben finds himself alone though and it hasn't occurred to him until now, but there's a phase he'd really like to learn how to sign. It's something he's been dying to say, since he's been feeling it for ages but something always held him back. His past, probably. His fears. But after everything he's been through, after pushing Callum away and putting him in danger, he's still here. And he never fails to tell Ben how much he loves him, how he's in it for the long run and nothing could ever drive him away. Ben wants to give back, wants to say it back but things are different now. He's different and he won't even be able to hear himself say it so what's the use in speaking it out loud. No, Ben thinks, he's going to do it his way. Control is all he has these days. 

So he googles and practices until he's sure he's got it right and then he signs it a couple of times every day as if he's preparing himself. He's nervous and scared even though he knows Callum reciprocates his feelings. There's just something about putting his heart on the line like that, reaching into his chest and lying it bare, all of it, and giving Callum the possibility to crush it. It's terrifying. Shivers tremble through his body when he thinks about what happened to the last person he said it to. Ben doesn't think he'd survive if that were to happen to Callum. 

He shakes his head as if to clear his mind, willing the ugly thoughts away. He wants to be brave, just this once. 

So when Callum walks into the kitchen one evening, smiling at Ben like he's hung all the stars in the sky, Ben feels something tug at his heart. Ben looks at him, oddly anxious and insecure and Callum notices immediately. He sits down next to him, turning his body sideways so that he can look at him properly and reaches for his hand, tangling their fingers together.

"You okay?" 

Ben sighs and squeezes his hand, his mind all over the place, but looking at Callum and seeing the way his forehead crinkles in worry, Ben forgets all about his fears. This is Callum. The same Callum who's been with him to every doctor's appointment, who's encouraged him to learn sign language and who's always come back, no matter how far Ben has pushed him away. He's not gonna run and he's not going to suffer because of Ben, not anymore. Ben will make sure of that. 

So he takes another deep breath in, allowing a small smile to spread on his lips and when Callum raises his eyebrows in question, most of his worry gone, Ben begins to sign. He points to himself first and Callum's eyes drop to his hands. He then brings his hands to his chest, one resting over the other, and he keeps them there for a second. Callum's gaze flicks between his hands and his eyes in concentration, trying to figure out what Ben is saying and it makes Ben smile even more. He breaks the hold and points to Callum, confusing him even more.

The frown in back between Callum's brows and Ben rolls his eyes a little, cheeks warm. He signs again, slowly and deliberately, and when he reaches the last step, he presses his palm to Callum's chest, right above his heart. Callum looks down and then up and something in his head clicks, Ben sees the realisation clearly. 

Callum swallows and clears his throat, clutching at Ben's wrist again his chest.

"Does that mean what I think it does?" 

Ben tilts his head a little, smiling, and after a moment he nods. The grin that spreads on Callum's face is blinding and the knots that were previously in Ben's stomachs loosen into a thousand butterflies. Callum leans forward and kisses him, hands reaching up to cup his cheek and Ben hasn't felt this giddy in quite a while. 

Callum pulls back a little, breathing against his mouth as he speaks. 

"I love you too." 

Ben doesn't really hear it but he feels the way Callum's lips curl against his own. It's spoken so gently and quietly that it doesn't make Ben's skin crawl like every other sound does. Resting their foreheads together, they stay like that for a while. Ben feels like a weight has been dropped off his shoulder and his chest no longer feels tight around his heart. He's been wanting to say them for so long, it seems like he can't tell them often enough now. So if Ben signs it every time Callum so much as looks at him, no one has to know. 

TWO

It's the evening before the surgery and Ben has been lying in bed for hours now, staring at the blank ceiling in silence. His heart is pounding, his skin itching and he can't seem to calm down. There's a thousand thoughts in his mind, pulling and tearing until Ben feels dizzy and he has to close his eyes against the nausea. 

The bed dips next to him and Callum shuffles close, wrapping an arm around his stomach and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. He doesn't say anything for a while, simply lies with him in silence and Ben takes comfort in his proximity, breathing in the tranquility he finds in Callum's space. 

"Are you scared?" Callum eventually asks, breath fanning against Ben's cheek and his voice is so quiet that Ben can't even try to make it out. He turns his head from the ceiling and watches Callum's lips as he repeats himself. Ben sighs when he understands, diverting his eyes again. 

"Honestly? I'm terrified." 

They're quiet for a long time, Callum not knowing what to say and Ben lost in his own head. This surgery might be his only chance of getting his old life back, of being able to understand what the people around him say. He can live with being partially deaf but no hearing at all? Ben thought he'd be able to grow accustomed to it, it's not so different from what he's used to, right? Wrong. Oh, he was so damn wrong. 

Swallowing the lump in his throat he turns to Callum and his eyes are already there, warm and comforting, and Ben reaches for his arm like a lifeline. Callum squeezes him tighter, shuffling even closer and pressing the line of his body to Ben's side. He holds him for another moment and then Ben begins to speak, quiet and broken. 

"What if I don't get to hear your voice again?" He asks and Callum's heart aches. "What if I don't hear Lexi's voice ever again?"

"You will," Callum argues and Ben shakes his head, turning away again. Callum doesn't know what else to do, doesn't know what to say to make Ben believe and so he holds him close, a silent promise that he's not gonna leave, that he'll be there no matter what. Ben holds him just as tightly, tilting his head so it's resting against Callum's own, his arms blanketing Callum's on his stomach. They stay like that until Ben's breathing evens out and Callum's sure he's asleep. It's not until then that Callum takes a deep breath of his own, trying to calm his racing heart. He squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself to stay calm and focused. 

Surgery is gonna be a success, he tells himself, over and over again like a prayer, hoping someone up there can hear it. 

Ben begins to shift then and Callum blinks his eyes open. He looks down to find Ben stroking over his knuckles with his thumb, apparently trying to catch Callum's attention. 

"What are y--"

"Shush," Ben interrupts him, waiting for Callum to settle. Callum sighs but cuddles back into his shoulder, closing his eyes again. On his next exhale Ben begins to move his thumb more deliberately, drawing letters into every patch of skin he can reach. He repeats the movements several times, making sure to draw them in the exact same manner:

An I into the crook of Callum's elbow, followed by l o v and e into the mid of Callum's forearm, a y into the soft skin of his wrist and down until he writes the final two letters o and u onto the back of Callum's hand. 

When Callum's brain catches up, he turns his hand sideways so that Ben's thumb presses into the palm of his hand and then he waits until Ben's other fingers follow, lacing them together loosely. Callum presses another kiss to Ben's shoulder and strains himself up a little to graze the second kiss against Ben's cheek. It's his way of letting Ben knows he reciprocates the feeling.

Fear untangles its poisoned claws from Ben's heart and when he falls asleep a few minutes later, he feels peaceful. No matter what happens tomorrow, he knows he will not be alone. 

THREE 

Ben blinks his eyes open heavily and when Callum's smiling face comes into view, he releases a breath of relief. Callum signs to him, telling him that the surgery went well and Ben smiles. His doctor comes in then, telling him about the surgery and what's going to happen next and Ben feels giddy with it all. 

I'm going to be okay, he repeats in his head until his cheeks hurt from smiling so much. He knows he needs to be patient, take it easy and allow his body to heal but still, he can't help but be excited. 

He's send home the next day and he spends the following 3 weeks recovering. Callum stands by him the whole time, taking care of him and the incision, and the day of the activation comes quicker than expected. 

Callum holds his hand the whole time and when the implant is finally activated Ben feels a little disoriented at first. There's only odd and singular sounds, reaching different volumes and intensities, and it takes Ben a few minutes to grow used to them. The audiologist looks over at Callum then and Callum jumps into action immediately, squeezing Ben's hand and calling out for him.

Ben's head turns immediately, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. 

"Can you hear me?" Callum asks and after a few seconds of silence, Ben nods. 

"Yeah?" 

Ben nods again, more confident this time, and when a huge smile spreads over his face, Callum has to blink away the tears that well in his eyes. The audiologist does a few more tests and asks Ben a few questions that he responds to with another nod and then he turns to look at Callum. 

"I love you," Ben says out of nowhere, eyes sparkling with joy when he hears himself speak the words he's been so scared of for the past few years. 

"I love you," he repeats and Callum's eyes widen in surprise, the corner of his lips twitching with the need to smile. 

"I love you too," Callum responds and then he leans forward, cupping Ben's cheek in his palm as he kisses him. They break apart quickly, their smiles too huge to be properly kissing but Ben couldn't care less. He's never been more happy. 

FOUR 

Ben's awake in the middle of the night, staring at the ceiling like he's done two months ago but he's not afraid this time, far from it. Turning his head he looks at Callum's sleeping form; his face turned away from Ben, smushed into the pillow as he lays on his stomach. Ben's lips curl into a smile without him meaning to and he flops onto his side, reaching out a hand to rest his palm against Callum's warm back. 

He strokes his knuckles idly over the line of Callum's back, wrinkling his shirt in the process. The fact that he can hear Callum's soft little snores makes something in his chest tighten with gratitude. His hearing isn't perfect, never was and never will be, he's accepted that. There's bad days, a lot of them, to be fair, but he's got his family to help him through it.

He's got Callum. And God, does he love him. Ben has only experienced a love like that once, when Lexi was born. He didn't think he'd love so wholeheartedly and unconditionally again. But Callum's different, he brought colour where everything was dark and Ben realised that loving him and being loved by him in return was one of the best things that could've happened to him. Callum saved him, in more ways than one, and Ben would be stupid if he ever let him slip through his fingers again. 

Smiling to himself, Ben draws a long line onto Callum's back, starting from the top of his spine and ending at the hem of his boxers. Then he draws a big heart right into the middle of Callum's back, smile widening at the memory. At last, he draws a wide U from the left shoulder blade to the right one, his stomach fluttering like he's said the words out loud. 

"Is there a reason you capitalised them all?"

Ben snorts at that, shaking his head with a laugh. He blushes a little, not having expected Callum to be awake and notice his little shenanigans, and he's suddenly very glad for the darkness in their bedroom.

"I love you too babe," Callum adds, voice thick with sleep, "But it's the middle of the night so go back to sleep will ya?"

Ben stifels a laugh, grinning into Callum's shoulder instead and his heart sings with happiness. 

God, he thinks, I'm bloody crazy about him. 

He falls asleep with a smile on his lips. 

[luckygrimreaper]

I have thoughts about New Kid, I'm sorry (Part 2)

And here’s the next one which is just if I ever did write a formal multiple-chapter for the games this would be a much later scene taking place during the second game to act as a big reveal for the truth of just who Jeremy is and how he ended up in this situation. It's probably one of the most self-indulgent parts of this whole thing not gonna lie. But also I was planning to add more character flashbacks, but you can probably see when I stopped being able to pick specific moments so I kinda gave up, plus I wrote this at midnight since I wanted it down before I fell asleep

Also probably the only one with a proper summary: And on the floor, in the back of his closet there sat a box, innocently marked mementos. However, he did not remember ever looking in this box for as long as he has had it. He realizes now that he doesn't know what's inside it. It's a very unsettling thought. Jeremy pulls out the box and sets it in the middle of his room. He kneels down and opens the box. And just like that, he remembers everything he had forgotten. All the memories that were taken from him.

And it went a little something like this…

And it went a little something like this…

He honestly didn't care about the Xbox vs Playstation debate. PC is the master race and everyone can fight him on it. But he was approached near the beginning by Kenny, who wanted to play as a Princess but was denied this by both other parties. She was going to align herself with one and then betray them for the other to get them to all recognize her rank. However what was a princess without her royal knight? She came to him and asked him to be her royal knight, to fight for and beside her. While he couldn’t care less about the debate, he also couldn't find a reason to say no to her.

When the time came he fought by her side. Though everything turned into a mess because of outside forces. There are still bright sides though, like how while no one was looking at him he got a Playstation for her since she seemed pretty disappointed that everyone was now getting Xbox Ones instead after the whole murders thing. He could almost swear he lost his breath when he saw how she lit up when he handed it over with the simple remark, "For the beloved Princess." And if he blushed when she kissed his cheek then he'll take it to the grave.

And it went a little something like this…

A game of superheroes goes horribly wrong in far too many ways. And so maybe he takes a switchblade meant for someone else to the chest. And maybe he should've stayed in bed. And maybe he shouldn't have gone to confront Cartman after hearing about the others getting trapped. But maybe he was right to do so.

Still wrapped in bandages and blood he walked his way up and through the crowd. And sure there was that stupid prophecy saying only Mint Berry could stop Cthulu, but honestly what did he care? Since when has he ever listened to something like that? And maybe he stood there, broken and bleeding, and talked his way out of this. Looked Cthulhu in the eyes and convinced it to stop, fix everything, and go back home. Maybe he saved the day not with violence, or prophecies, or fate, but rather the power of fucking friendship and diplomacy.

Carman was pissed, but hey, shouldn't have lied to Cthulhu man. And maybe he collapsed in an alley nearby after seeing everyone was safe.

But maybe it was nice to be found while at his worst and not made fun of or doted over. But just helped up. And maybe it was nice to see, once again, for all Craig likes to say he doesn't give a shit about anyone other than Tweek and Stripe, he did care about others. And maybe it was nice to know that others included him, even when he's currently being nothing more than a burden.

And it went a little something like this…

Can you really blame him? Tweek's parents have done so much fucked up shit, honestly it's crazy that he's the first one to do anything. So sue him, when they once again completely disregard Tweek's wellbeing he just fucking punched them. And shit maybe his own parent issues are getting in the way of how he reacts to other people's parents. But seriously he's justified this time! They were super pissed at him, but hey who isn't these days. Least they finally actually emote something other than joy for once.

Tweek was pretty freaked, surprisingly not about Jeremy punching his dad, but more about his parents were going to react. He honestly was expecting Tweek to care about them more. But when he's sitting in the back on top of a box, watching Tweek try his best to clean up Jeremy's busted lip and a bloody nose that his own dad gave Jeremy, Jeremy realized he was wrong. And maybe he shouldn't judge books by their covers.

And it went a little something like this…

He knew, everyone knew. Stan had a problem. Just most people didn't realize that problem didn't instantly go away like they were expecting. But he knew, though that's only because he kept looking at Stan and seeing reflections of himself. So it’s really not of any surprise that he noticed realistically speaking. And if maybe he chose to hang around more. To gently prod, without ever really judging. Who could blame him, really?

And if those quiet moments eventually got Stan to open up and say what was going on, then hey it was for the best. And if Jeremy managed to convince him to start going to therapy, real therapy not whatever shit they're trying to pass off as therapy in this town, then it was for the best. And if Stan finally dumped that bottle of Whiskey out and replaced the drink with soda to help cope, then it was for the best. And if Stan had someone to have his back and figure out gender and sexuality, then it was for the best.

And if a friendship started by accident because one person was concerned about another one day, well then it was for the best.

And it went a little something like this…

Drama has never been his thing, he's always preferred to stick to his own corner of the universe and call it a day. But when Wendy came to him for advice, much like every other dumbass, over what to do about Cartman going into the girl's bathroom, he actually tried to comfort her. Look, he thought the whole thing was stupid and that there was an easy solution to all of this. But he still has a damn heart and so maybe that meant he didn't want to invalid her feelings by saying that to her face.

And so maybe his “easy” solution led to quite a few people realizing they were trans and/or nonbinary. But hey that's not invalidating people's feelings, so mission accomplished. Plus it was nice to have someone else who knew the vibe of just pretty using whichever bathroom would be least likely to have a screaming match start when they walked in. And if the kids formed their own little trans rights group, then hey, more power to them.

And it went a little something like this…

Butters was different he supposed. Everyone called him innocent and naive. But Jeremy thought he was more nice and snarky. He had no idea how he did it, but Butters sure did. Managed to be so many things all at once. Jeremy was glad they were friends. While he could say he didn't understand how everyone else didn't like him, he did. Because it was intentional. And man was that wildest realization he’s ever had. He was caught off-guard for weeks after the fact, still reeling from it.

Because at the same time, it made perfect sense. Because it's Butters, or rather Majorine now. And oh boy did Jeremy have to help her with her hair and makeup at first, but eventually, she got a hang of it herself. That doesn't mean they stopped hanging out solely to work on her hair and makeup sometimes, but it wasn't an everyday thing. And both situations were okay. They were friends, what else more was needed? (absolutely nothing if you asked him)

And it went a little something like this…

There was a kid who lived in South Park, his parents weren’t around much, but he never minded. It just meant he had free rein of the house. And though it was awkward at first to once again be the new kid in another town he knows nothing about, it was the first time he stayed for more than a month.

He couldn’t really be blamed then when at the end of the month he opened up and found maybe this town wasn’t the worst he could’ve been stuck in. He made friends and enemies and sometimes people who were both. But he was happy with his life, it wasn’t great, but it was his for once and that felt like enough.

But then one day his parents returned and stole him away, without even a chance to say goodbye. He stayed closed off from the world. He didn’t dare care about anyone else lest he is taken from them again.

He could never forget South Park though.

He figured it was that, eventually, his parents had enough of running because he wasn’t careful enough. He doesn’t know how they did it, but they found someone who would make the world forget him. And forget everyone did, including him. All he had left was a box of mementos from his time in South Park, but he dared not ever open it.

That day everything was taken from him, even his voice. And everything was taken from everyone he once cared for, their identities, the help he gave, the help they gave him. Gone in the blink of an eye.

He woke up in the hospital. He couldn’t recall what had happened to him or who he was, not even the glimpse of a name. As if he just came out of thin air, no history, no identity. Just a body filled with questions and not a single thought.

The next day though, a woman came in, claiming to be his new foster parent. Argus Kepler. She told him his name and that this small little box she held belonged to him, that was it. He never knew what to think of her, but in retrospect, he should’ve been more than a little suspicious.

For she was the one that made everyone forget. And for all he wants to be angry at her, he can’t, it was never her idea. Besides, when given the chance to take him back to the only place that ever got the chance to be home, she did it. She brought him back to South Park, even if everyone forgot, friendships can be rekindled. She knew it made him happy, so she brought him back. For as angry as he is, for the brief time she was in his life, she did everything she could to make him happy. All because she thought his parents didn’t care enough like they were supposed to. He thinks that’s what being a good parent is, caring, even when no one else would.

He remembers now. He has a voice, a name, a history, an identity. Jeremy, Jupiter, Jacks, all him. One for every side of his gender. One for every game played. He had best friends and sworn enemies. He had a home.

And now there’s only one thing left to do, well scratch that two things. One punch Cartman, two, well, what else? It’s time the truth was revealed once and for all. Take it or leave it, it was about them as much it was about him. They had the right to know.

He packs up the box again and picks it up, he can leave it outside the base while he decks Cartman.

[zukkatrash]

im pretty sure nobody wants this content but:

aged up, no bending atla x fallout 4 crossover!!!

(spoilers for some atla and fo4 stuff obviously, and in sukis part i rant abt the ending where ur against the brotherhood, so major spoilers for that too)

lets start with katara

katara is a minuteman, no lets be real shes the goddamn general, preston took one look at her and immediately knew she'd protect the people of the commonwealth with all she had

elder maxon is actually scared of her, which is why he refuses to let her on the prydwen so none of his underlings see him fold under her stare

shes probably the first minuteman that hancock like actually truly respects bc he knows shes 100% abt the ppl and goodneighbors motto is literally "of the people for the people"

katara is a probably a bit conflicted about him at first bc u know hes a bit ruthless for her taste, but she can see his heart's in the right place

she definitely helped marcy long with her grief and turned her anger into smth productive, aka marcy is now probably a high ranking minuteman

sokka

def a railroad agent (i read alchemy, sue me)

him and tinker tom are the best buddies and yes sokka got convinced to drink his weird serum thing, stop bringing it up!!

god just the crazy inventions those two would cook up, they'd probs scare the shit out of the institute

on topic of the institute, theres probably like at least one abduction attempt from them a month but hes not only smart but a badass too

hes also one of the only people dr. amari is actually nice to and will routinely rescue him from irmas relentless flirting

he definitely fanboys with kent collony over the shroud

i feel like deacon would drive him mad, because on one hand he gets the secrecy and that he doesn't want anyone to get too close but also deacs, my man u cant shut everyone out with ur lies

okay now im thinking abt them bonding over their dead gfs and am sad

when he meets nick he has to hold back soooo hard to not ask invasive questions, bc nick is basically a walking insight into the institute, but hes alao a person who sokka respects and really doesn't wanna be an ass to

toph

also with the railroad(but shes a heavy ofc), probably mostly bc shed get more action there

sokka and tinker tom def made her some really cool gadget à la seismic sense so shes still a BEAST

she can also hear a raider ambush/lurking wildlife before anyone else and if shes not with anyone who needs to avoid that kinda stuff she pulls out her trusty missile launcher and makes quick work of her enemies

probably participates in cage matches at the combat zone and raiders shit their pants when they see her

toph is either dating glory or cait or both, cant decide, just badass wlw

or maybe fahrenheit 🤔, i mean the only refrence of tophs type we have is that she mightve had a crush on sokka who is not only strong but smart and u cant tell me fahr isnt smart, she might only have like 5 lines but at least one of them is abt chess which is a common shorthand for intelligence and she is undoubtedly a badass so yes toph and fahr! never thought id think of those two as a ship but here we are haha

zuko

is the silver shroud, you can't change my mind he's a righteous theatre kid ofc he's the shroud

suki

also a minute man, probably kataras second in command

shes the one training the minutemen at the castle

danse tried so desperately to recruit her but suki is too smart to fall for the bos' bullshit

probably plays into his whole spiel tho to get an inside look at the bos and takes them down from the inside

and not by blowing the ship up wtf there are kids on the prydwen what the fuck why cant u get them out beforehand??? why is that the only option to get the bos out of the commonwealth???? they steal poor farmers crops ffs i want them gone! WITHOUT killing innocent children that are being indoctrinated what the fuck

aang

im actually having a really hard time to imagine aang in fo4 bc u know its a biiit violent for a pacifist monk but i really dont wanna just make him a farmer or some boring shit, its just that stuff usually needs killing in some way in fo4

okay nvm i can def picture him on the island mediating that whole conflict between arcadia, the children of the atom and far harbor

oh god aang finding out how dima kept the 'peace' would be a brutal fucking scene, i dont wanna spoil too much if possible but aang would def feel really betrayed by dima

i can see aang arriving at the island and really trying to make everyone understand that dima only wants arcadia to be safe and left alone and i have no idea how he would actually deal with dima once the truth comes out but fuuck, bending or not aang def entered the avatar state there

but just to be clear he still protects arcadia, just bc its built by smn who thinks the ends justify the means doesnt mean that synths dont deserve to live in fucking peace for once

also aang would absolutely adore erikson and his puppies ^^

but back to the commonwealth

aang would for sureee advocate against the mind wipes the railroad makes and try to find other ways to help synths

he probs cannot deal with desdemonia saying that erasing the synths memory and identity is the only way to keep them safe, aang knows what loss means and he wont stand for it

and i can see him do a lot of the actual building in the settlements and helping all those small communities to flourish

now for the crack, as in i dont think this is in character but i thought of it so now yall have to read abt it:

the fire nation is in nuka world, also there is no overboss per se bc except for like 3 lines we know nothing of colter

ozai leads the operators, but also kinda everyone, so basically the overboss

post breakdown, pre redemption azula leads the disciples

zhao leads the pack bc like mason hes an animal and i hate him ^^

gage is dead bc unfortunately ozai isnt dumb, altho ozai was dumb enough to underestimate zuko when he literally told him his plan to join the gaang, but then again gage didnt like colter bc he didnt get shit done and unfortunately ozai does get shit done so gage is probably delighted :(

if anyone actually read this and wants to add on pleaseee do!!!

[somnilogical]

no shelter

some of you may have had occasion to run into transfems preforming cryptographically secure tests for cissexism and to wonder therefore how they got that way, and here, in partial explanation perhaps, is a story of the one transfem, somnulence logencia:

(mostly cut and pasted from messages to my friends)

i called this homeless shelter and asked if they had any rooms and they said they did and to come on in and then when they saw my id they were like "how about you go to the mens side" and i was like "how about i dont want to be raped" and they were like okay and told me to sleep in a foldable cot in the entrance room. with a harsh white light on all night, i stretched it to two nights and then they kicked me out and said they had no room.

a thing about being oppressed is theres so much opportunity for snark because things are obviously fucked.

they were like "no one can come in to your room you are safe here" "so no one can come in to the main area with my cot?" "er, no, people have to pass through there to use the restroom" "i seeee"

anyway they told me they couldnt house me because suddenly they were full. i looked at a checklist for rooms that they had ppl sign and some but not all of the room numbers were highlighted. and at the end of everyone signing their names none of the nonhighlighted regions were signed except for where i signed my name next to 'cot'. a day after they told me to leave because they were full i asked my friend to call them and check if they were full, and they gave them the same answer they gave me, that there were a few openings in the upper bunks.

i talked twice in private with the most empathetic looking humans i could find that i thought the other people were turning me out asap (instead of after 45 days which was their printed policy) because of discrimination. and they both said that it was because they were full.

this isnt a shelter that really does one-day stays.

--

during my ""intake"":

"this is a christian organization so we have to ask you some religious questions. ~so how do you feel about christian stuff?"

"well christians tried to forcibly convert my grandmother-"

"sounds bad, not something jesus would do"

"..."

"well this is a christian organization so if you are staying here we do require you to go to chapel so i dont want to hear anything about "forcible conversion""

because you, the homeless person, choose to sleep there and consume their resources you see!

i dislike arguments of the form "oh but how could be horrible when we give people cookies and fluffy pillows? does that seem horrible to you? i think you are miscomprehending this entire situation somni."

they forced us all to go to christian religious services 2x a day weekdays, 1x a day sundays. and if you missed them 3x they kicked you out. and when an old lady fell asleep during services they poked her and when i said "let her sleep huh? :)" they were like "nuh uh" and poked her some more until she woke up. clockwork orange kinda stuff.

they had a rule about only wardens being able to let people in from outside which i defied to let someone in who everyone knew was staying there, but the warden was on lunch break. she thanked me. i told her these rules were unjust, she would complain to the wardens that everyone would violate rules about eating food in their rooms.

<<May a church or church-run business/non-profit discriminate against me?

Under California law, there is no religious “exception” for discrimination in housing or public accommodations. This means that a religious-based hospital cannot deny you care just because you are transgender, nor can a religious-based homeless shelter refuse to house you as the gender you identify as.  HOWEVER, certain religious organizations and religious educational institutions are not subject to California (or federal) non-discrimination laws.>>

https://transgenderlawcenter.org/resources/know-your-rights/faq-the-gender-nondiscrimination-act

they lied because they expected that i would sue them into oblivion if they told the truth.

--

i want ppl to see the structure of this sort of thing. like the details. its not true that everyone does this all the time. it is actually hard to tell when this is happening.

at this point i am very paranoid about this and i still believed they didnt have rooms with ~10-30% of my heart, enough uncertainty for the test to feel like it could go either way before i performed it. because of the way their body moved and i talked with multiple people in private and they didnt stumble over their words or hesitate.

like i practiced noticing the difference between [peoples words and social affect] and [what they were optimizing for] on homeless people who were less intelligent than me. where they would be like "i am not sexually attracted to you, that would be like being attracted to my child you are like a baby to me" while also feeling up my thigh and back. hear the smooth words and see their disconnect from actions if you took them as veritical.

and after specifically training for discerning this i was still uncertain.

im now even more paranoid about this sort of thing (in an alternate universe where the test failed and the person on the other end of the phone said that there were no open beds this would be evidence against gaslighting and i would update to a human whose coarse features look less paranoid from, i guess, the point of view of someone with less accurate beliefs whose perspective im internalizing in my description because i still apparently have outside-view security holes).

you know i got along fine with the other women in the shelter. lots of them were half-crazy black women and thats relatable. like one of the people was making >100,000$/year before she had a psychotic break and issues with schizo for 10 years. at least thats what she said and i actually belive her.

a cis woman there was threatening to fill a bag with rocks and bash someones heads in as a means of conflict resolution.

only issue was with wardens who saw my id & decided to break the laws of this state to follow the laws of their religion. remember when emma was there with me and i said she was a transsexual too and they were like "its not illegal" yet they acted like it was because they wouldnt house me and lied about why. throughout all of this, except for once, they called me "she" and "her" and yet acted like i was a ~violent male~.

spent the first 20 minutes of "intake" "processing questions" crying because they were being transphobic and processing it by making wry replies to their questions wasnt enough to parse through this. i was crying when they took my photo and entered me into their database as part of "processing me".

the missionaries took great interest in my native american ID.

--

i initially walked up to the building on the mens side and people prevented me from coming in and escorted me to the womens. because sex segregation. and then i go to the womens side and they see my id and suggest that i go to the mens!!!

its important to see beyond the surface level emotional performances, to be able to conduct tests that discriminate between different possible optimization targets.

[sunfloweradore]

winsome*

- harry is an annoyed paperboy -

Harry fucking hated his job. In fact, the word “hate” probably couldn’t even begin to describe the disdain he felt towards it. He was a paperboy and he was 25, for God’s sake, he should be done with college college (he’d dropped out last year and his mom’s friend offered him this job- there wasn’t anything else and he was honestly too lazy to find something different so he just accepted) and getting his life together, but instead he was throwing paper into rich people’s yards like he was 13. The people were annoying, the sun was hot, and, honestly, he just wanted to go home and play video games instead of waking up at the asscrack of dawn to deliver cheap newspapers to people who don’t even read them. The only decent part of it all was this one girl who always seemed to wake up just as early as he did. She’d wait on the steps for him with an extra £20 and a ridiculous smile on her face. Her name was Y/N, as she’d told him the first time he’d delivered papers to that neighborhood. She was outside laying in the grass and he went up to her to make sure he wasn’t delivering to a dead girl. She was fine, though- just weird.

Her eyes had snapped open as soon as he came within a few feet of her, excitedly dashing to her feet to greet him with her outstretched hand. Adorning her fingers were rings made out of diamonds and gold, glimmering in the rising sunlight. Those rings led to perfectly manicured nails that were just long enough to get his attention. On her body was a silky blue robe that ended mid-thigh, tied loosely around her waist. She introduced herself, taking the time to pull out way more money than he deserved… right out of her bra. It seemed to be a set that went along with her robe, lacy and delicate, and Y/N apparently didn’t care that he saw it at all. In fact, it seemed like she wanted him to. That was when Harry knew he’d have to deliver to that neighborhood again. Honestly, she was a pest most of the time but it was nice to have the company when all he ever really heard was the chirping of birds and water fountains.

Every single morning she had on a different robe, the same length and the same style, and, Harry assumed, the same type of lingerie. It irked him, a lot, actually. He knew she was rich- it was fine, whatever, but the fact that she knew she was going to be around him every morning and still wore something like that made him think she was doing it on purpose. Harry thought he was a pretty decent looking guy, especially compared to what other 225-year-old college dropouts probably looked like, but there was no way she was that into him. Harry concluded that she was most likely insane because she woke up so early and had a crush on a paperboy who probably made what he made in a month in an entire year (plus, she somehow knew he had a thing for lingerie sets… witchcraft was another theory).

Don’t get him wrong, he was a feminist and believed that women should be able to do whatever they want, wear whatever they want, and be whoever they wanted to be, but it was just too much sometimes. Branching off of the witchcraft theory, it seemed like Y/N was always on his mind. Whether it be when he’s shopping for groceries and sees her favorite fruit or when he’s laying in bed with his hand on his cock. The image of her smooth, silky legs gracefully moving in time with his own was enough to get him worked up, but his mind always managed to drift back to the gorgeous blue, lacy bra he’d seen the first day he met her. It was imprinted into his mind like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He could describe the way her breasts curved out of them to someone before he could tell them his middle name. He thought about her a freaky amount, in his opinion (once again, he’d like to argue that it was witchcraft), and every time he was with her, he found himself wanting more. More of her soft skin, more of her gentle voice, preferably in a bed without a bag full of newspapers.

Today the robe was a baby pink color, slippers with a fuzzy little ball on top adorning her feet that never seemed to be dirty despite her always running around in the grass. She was sitting criss-cross on the ground with her dog, not noticing Harry yet. He began to walk closer, thinking she’d look up at him, but all she did was spread her legs in an attempt to get away from Doodle, her Jack Russell Terrier, who was nipping at her cute slippers. Here’s the thing, Harry was a gentleman. He swore he was. His mother had raised him to be, but holy shit, he wasn’t blind. Underneath her silk robe lied a place that he’d definitely thought of multiple times within the past few months, a place that he didn’t ever expect to actually see, though. Apparently, the lingerie set included slitless panties that showed off almost everything he ever could have dreamt of.  He didn't even know where you could get that kind of shit, probably on some crazy expensive website that only women like Y/N knew about.

“Harry!” she gasped. His head snapped up, leaving a crick in it. He was fucking sure she’d noticed him staring, expecting her to yell at him and to never come back to this side of town ever again or she’d sue him for all he was worth (which probably wouldn’t be too difficult) but all he got was her familiar gleaming smile. “It feels like I haven’t seen you in years!” she got up, looping her arm with his, purposefully feeling his muscles with her other hand.

“It’s only been a day,” he said quietly. His mind was still reeling over the thought of her wearing slitless panties. Slitless! As if he didn’t have enough trouble with the robes and the bra and the legs, now he knew that she was wearing underwear that didn’t even cover her all the way, probably every single day that he’s known her! He felt like he was invading her privacy, obviously she hadn’t meant to flash him like that… right?

“Still! I have so much to tell you about! I had to fire this girl at work because she messed up a shipment and you know how much I hate firing people, it’s the worst. All of the paperwork and the crying, but my assistant said I couldn’t make her fire people anymore, so, of course, I had to fire her, too,” she rambled. He didn’t really know what she did, but he knew that she made a lot, especially considering that she was his age, she was probably some sort of CEO after taking over the family business. She was very smart, he knew that, and apparently fired people a lot.

“But anyways, what’s been up with you? Did you ever apply at that one place?” she asked, referring to McDonald's. Harry would be annoyed with her if he didn’t know that she wasn’t coming from a malicious or mocking place. She was just so sweet to him, treating him like he wasn’t some boy who delivered newspapers to her mansion, just like they were both average people. But, realistically, she didn’t even know what McDonald's was and things like that diminished his hope of ever being more than… whatever they were.

“No, but I think I might go back to school. I still want to write songs or something like that, just have to get my degree and I might be able to,” he spoke, throwing another newspaper to the next yard.

“Oh, that’s great!” she gasped. “You know, you could work as my assistant in the meantime if you wanted to. I obviously need a new one and I trust you not to fuck up anything.”

“I- that’s a lot to ask of you, Y/N, I’m not sure I’d be a great fit for… what is it you do? Sorry, it’s never really come up before,” he asked, slowly unraveling their arms in order to get a better angle on tossing the next paper. His eyes drifted to her legs when she kicked a stray stone back into the person’s front lawn, the femininity of how her foot curved made him want to run his mouth up her legs, kissing until he reached the pretty, glossy sight that he stumbled upon earlier that day.

“Oh, woah, you’re totally right, sorry I spaced that,” she laughed. Harry mumbled an “it’s fine” and cleared his throat.

“Have you ever heard of a company called ‘Ravish’?” she asked. He shook his head, trying to jog his memory for any type of companies that could be called that. A shoe company? Maybe something like Amazon?

“Well… I could show you, if you like,” she offered, wrapping her hands around his bicep again and pulling him to a stop. His eyes followed her tongue, peeking out and running across her bottom lip, painting it with a light, wet sheen. He could feel himself plumping up even more in his boring, and, in his opinion, disgustingly ugly trousers. Getting on her toes so she could lean into his ear, she whispered, “I promise it’ll be worth your while, Harry.” Breath caught in his throat, he nodded apprehensively.

Y/N’s house was bigger than anything he’d ever seen, probably more than 20x bigger than the space he and Mitch lived in. There was a beautiful marble staircase that was surrounded by plants and vases that he tried his hardest to steer clear of in order to avoid breaking them. That staircase led to a large master bedroom that had a four-post bed with curtains around the sides, giving it an elegant, almost royal feel.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are we in here?” he asked, avoiding thoughts of her bent over the silk sheets. She ignored him.  

“What do you like to listen to?” she asked, walking over to a record player. It seemed to be the only technology in the room, actually, and it made Harry feel kind of fuzzy-headed. She was honestly his dream girl and he had no idea what made her want to invite a paperboy into her home.

“Whatever you do,” he mumbled, wanting to see if that was true. Y/N hummed, picking up a vinyl that was sitting next to the record player, one that didn’t look to be in spotless condition like the others in what seemed like a vast collection. It was something he’d never heard before, which was surprising, but he liked it.

“Now, I need you to tell me something, okay? And be honest,” she said, gesturing for Harry to sit on her bed. “Are you interested in me?” He sputtered, unsure of what was going to be happening while he was there with her and felt his ears getting red.

“I-I mean, yeah, I think, but I get it if you d-” he said, shakily.

“Harry,” she spoke, sternly. He looked up. “Tell me honestly, are you interested in me?”

“Yes, I’m interested in you,” he said. Y/N smiled, kissing his cheek.

“Okay, I’m interested in you, too,” she said. He broke out into a grin.

“Oh, thank God, I thought you were going to kill me or something,” he joked. She hummed, a knowing smile on her face.

“Well, you never know,” she said. Harry was about to make a quip back at her but quickly shut his mouth, watching her slide her robe off of her shoulders. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took, sitting nicely in the cups of her bra, confirming all his suspicions of it being a matching set. Her left leg slid in between his, resting nicely against his growing bulge. She lifted one of her perfectly manicured hands and ran it across his jaw, slowly sliding it into his messy hair. Her other leg went over his own so she was straddling his thigh, Harry’s hands grasping her hips to make sure the moment was actually happening, hoping it would keep her there if it wasn’t.

“You’re so good for me, Harry,” she whispered. She expected him to lean into her hand or moan, something like that, but all she got was a suddenly dark look in his eyes. The next thing she knew, she was being pinned to her own bed, both of her wrists fitting into his hand. Her chest was heaving, her pussy throbbing at how his broad body completely covered her own and made her feel smaller than she actually was.

“Nuh-uh, that’s not how this is going to work, Y/N,” he growled. “I’ve been good for the past three months, now it’s your turn.” She moaned, mouth agape slightly at his unusual but very anticipated show of dominance. He took the chance to place his lips on hers. The kiss was wet and sloppy but so nice and neither of them could really believe it was happening. He was surrounded with the soft scent of her skin and the silk sheets against his hand, deciding that he wanted to feel a different kind of silk. Without her really expecting it, his hand drifted to her slit, already coated in her arousal. They simultaneously groaned against each other’s lips at how wet and ready she was for him. He rubbed her clit lightly, not enough to provide the stimulation she wanted but enough to make her crave more.

The air in the room was quickly becoming heated, the rock ballad that Harry didn’t know but was really beginning to like playing in the background. Harry pulled away from her, ignoring her fingers making grabby motions and the pout that adorned her lips. It was crazy to him how fast she could switch between being an absolute sex kitten to being this goofy, childlike girl. He liked it, a lot. He brought his hard cock out of his trousers, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it somewhere across the room. He did the same with his underwear and her bra, placing himself at her entrance but making no move to actually enter.

“Do you have any condoms, love?” he asked, pinching her nipple over her pretty bra until she arched into his hand with fervor. He placed himself between her legs again, lifting one of them so it was bent, her foot against the bed and her knee towards the air.

“I’m on birth control, please, just hurry up,” she said, exasperated at his teasing and just wanting to feel him. He laughed through his nose a little, deciding to drag it on even longer because of how bratty he thought she was being. Throbbing waves of pleasure entered them both when Harry glided his tip over her clit, painting it with his precum and letting her try and buck her hips. Hair was sprawled across the bed, Y/N’s eyes blown with lust, lips swollen from his bruising kiss. He thought she looked angelic, ironically.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. Is that what you want? You want me to stuff you full of my cock? Feel me inside of you for weeks, sweetheart?” he asked gruffly.

“Yes, please, j-just put your cock in me,” she moaned. Signs of her desperation leaked from her pussy, Harry dipping his head into her slightly and rubbing back towards her clit, teasing her. He placed his hands on her lower lips, spreading them so she could feel him better.

“I don’t know if you deserve my cock, you’ve been a bad girl. I don’t think you’re sorry for teasing me like that…” he scolded. “”Every single day, you wear your naughty sets, pretending that you’re innocent. You make me go home hard and alone, imagining your pretty mouth wrapped around me. No, little girl, I don’t think you’re sorry at all.”

“I am!” she gasped. “I am sorry, please, I promise!” Her body writhed against the expensive silk sheets and Harry made a note to himself that he should buy silk sheets.

“No, you’re not, but you will be,” he said. He slammed into her, jerking the headboard into the wall, setting a ruthless pace that he’d been waiting to give her for far too long. Y/N’s jaw went slack, letting his movements bring shocks across her body and light it on fire with his eyes. Her underwear was absolutely drenched in her arousal, any semblance of cleaning it shot out the window almost as soon as he agreed to come over. A groan flew from his mouth at the sound his thrusts were making, his thumb rubbing her clit harshly.

“Listen to how messy you are, baby, just for me, huh?” he huffed.

“Yes! Yes, just for you, please!” she yelped, trying to grasp onto anything to hold back. He felt so big inside of her, hitting deep and not allowing her to form a coherent thought.

“Please, what?” he asked, thrusting even more intensely.

“Please let me cum!” she shouted, thrashing around on the bed and holding onto his neck to gain some kind of resistance against her orgasm.

“Hmm, already? Are you sure you’ve earned that? I don’t know, I think seeing you hold it back would make me believe you’re finally a good girl,” he spoke, flicking her clit even harder to see if she could actually do it.

“I-I can’t, please!” she sobbed. She tightened around his cock, causing him to hiss and continue rubbing her clit out of spite.

“Just a little longer, sweetheart, then you can cum all over my cock, yeah? Drench me in your sweet juices even more, let me feel how much you mean it,” he breathed, his own orgasm just around the corner. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, she clenched her teeth, legs twitching around his nimble hips when he pinched her clit.

“Okay, cum, baby, cum on my cock, milk me for all I’ve got,” he moaned. Earth-shattering waves crashed over her, all she could feel and all that she wanted to feel was Harry against her, the sugary sweet feeling of ecstasy dripping over her. It felt like Y/N was burning up and in a bath full of ice at the same time and she craved for more of it. His own orgasm pulsed through him, the wet stickiness painted her walls and caused an even smoother glide of his cock, breathless gasps exchanged through yet another bruising kiss. Harry was still thrusting, prolonging her orgasm longer than she’d experienced with anyone else, hitting all of her sensitive spots. Her teeth felt fuzzy from how hard she’d been clenching them and there was no way she wasn’t falling in love with this man.

“Fuck, yes, baby, just like that, so good, so good for me, letting me fill you up,” he groaned, causing the final and hardest wave to hit her. One of her arms fell from his neck to feel his biceps straining to hold himself above her body while still thrusting fairly intensely.

“I love your arms,” she mumbled, dazed and fucked out. He laughed, lying down beside her and letting her squeeze him.

“Really? Couldn’t tell,” he mumbled, completely relaxed.

“Yeah? Me constantly touching them didn’t give it away?” she joked.

“Not at all. I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asked gently.

“No, it was really, really good,” she giggled, tracing his tattoos, familiarizing herself with them. They were quiet for a while until Harry realized something.

“Hey, you never told me what you do. Was that just a ploy to get me to come over?” he teased, poking her side.

“No! Well, maybe,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I own my own lingerie company. It’s called Ravish and I was hoping that if I wore it long enough you’d Google it. Plus, I wanted to turn you on enough to make a move on me or something.” It was silent for a moment again, Y/N growing anxious that he wouldn’t like her anymore because she owned a company basically designed for sex.

“Well, you’ve clearly learned nothing from a few minutes ago. Guess we have to try again until you do,” he said. She perked up quickly.

“I guess we do.”

hiii omg omg it’s been a year since i wrote my first story on here!! it’s also been a year since harry performed medicine live for the first time! i just wrote this as a lil anniversary thing bc i wanted to say thank you for reading the stuff on my account! i love writing (esp about harry) and seeing positive feedback from people is always so comforting and nice. so, once again, thank you if you've ever read anything i’ve written, if you’ve liked it, or even if you like me xxx

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[trishmishtree]

Here’s what 2 Chinese-American 90s kids thought about the new Mulan trailer

“Oh gods this is going to be the Avatar the Last Airbender movie all over again. Minus the whitewashing.”

Today my brother and I watched the new live action Mulan trailer separately and then texted each other what we thought of it afterwards.

Some context beforehand:

We are 2 millennials/zillennials who grew up in the suburbs of [redacted], PA. We grew up speaking Mandarin and going to Chinese school on the weekends, and we did spend a lot of time in China as kids and later visited during summer breaks. ...So we’re not total bananas, I guess. But definitely not Chinese enough to pass as actual Chinese people living in China.

We loved the animated movie. We didn’t get all the jokes because we were really little when we saw it (and my brother barely spoke English back then because he was like 2), but Mushu pushing a Hun’s head back into the snow like “nope” will never not be funny. When we did rewatch it later, it was only even more entertaining. 

“Well, we can’t ALL be acupuncturists!” “Noooo your great-granddaughter had to be a CROSSDRESSUH”

“Fix things...cook outdoors...”

Growing up, we had to learn the original poem (The Ballad of Mulan) in Chinese school, and it was boring as fuck

In the original poem, Mulan was already an expert swordsman before she joined the army. She was also a master tactician and also kind of an all-around Mary Sue (by American media standards), and nobody ever found out she was a woman while she was in the army because she was so perfect at everything

Like I said, we found it boring as fuck. Then again, it’s an ancient poem full of archaic language and we were like 7 and didn’t have the greatest attention spans.

We are well aware that China (actual Chinese-Chinese people) didn’t care for the animated movie because it wasn’t “authentic” enough.

We are also aware that Disney is scrapping a lot of what we liked about the 1998 animated movie (the songs, the animals, Li Shang) because they want China’s money. We get it, this movie is for actual Chinese people, not us. They don’t give a shit about Asian-Americans.

Also, the director is a white lady, and she called this new movie a “girly martial arts extravaganza,” which shows about how much respect or understanding she has for the story she’s adapting. We were especially salty about this, and it’s a big reason why neither of us was excited about this movie.

With that said, here’s what we thought about the trailer.

“I just saw the trailer. It looks stupid.”

“I was already gonna boycott the movie but now I want to see how bad the trailer is. My cringe-meter might get overloaded.”

“Everybody is completely expressionless. She was all monotone like ‘Iwillbringhonortousall.’ I get that she's not supposed to be enthusiastic about getting married, but her face looks like that in every. single. shot.”

“Also there's a scene where she’s on the battlefield surrounded by enemy soldiers. She's wearing a dress and her hair is down and she's waving her sword around and I'm like wtf is she trying to accomplish here”

“Apparently, while Americans were busy celebrating Disney for passing a bar so low that it was underground, people in China laughed when Disney announced who they cast as Mulan because she's basically the Twilight-era Kristen Stewart of China, aka dead-faced.”

“Just from her picture I could kinda see that.”

“As soon as I opened the link I got pissed off, this video is so dang elongated.”

“I was expecting heavy Chinese accents but it's not bad, that's one positive.”

“But I'm 35 seconds in and Chinese Kristen Stewart has not changed her facial expression once.”

“She has the same face in EVERY. SINGLE. SCENE.”

“It just looks like a generic League of Legends video for any champion from Ionia.”

“It looks like every other historical C-drama/war movie we were forced to watch as kids.”

“It looks better than what I expected, but I expected almost zero.”

“Jet Li plays the emperor, that's cool.”

“In the original poem, Mulan was already an expert swordsman before she joined the army, so I think that's what the trailer is hinting at here too. She was also a master tactician in the poem and never needed to struggle to learn anything. She's a Mary Sue.”

“The poem was boring and they made the movie boring to match because they want China's money.”

“It's just incredibly bland now.”

“They didn't think to cast someone like Constance Wu for Mulan?”

“Idk I think this was announced before Crazy Rich Asians got popular.”

(Side note: neither of us particularly liked CRA)

“Yeah and China already has its own market for b-rated historical war movies. They also didn't care for the 1998 animated Mulan. And they don’t care for Liu Yifei. If they're going to see this, it’s only to see what kind of trainwreck Disney has made of their precious ancient poem this time.”

“And if this movie doesn't do well then Disney will be like 'see we told you movies with poc leads don't make money’”

“It’s a shame.”

“Rewatching the trailer to listen to the music... Like everything else it's pretty underwhelming.”

“Idk if the actress actually knows martial arts but at least her form for everything looks good.”

“She's been in lots of other Chinese martial arts movies. Probably why she was cast as the lead.”

“Oh gods this is going to be the Avatar the Last Airbender movie all over again. Minus the whitewashing.”

“Why are we getting a trailer now when it won’t even come out until next March? They haven’t even done reshoots yet.”

“Maybe Disney released this trailer this early to see what audiences want changed, since they learned from the disaster that was blue genie Will Smith. I hope they give Mulan an actual facial expression in the reshoots.”

“Yes please change every single scene.”

[anogete]

The Most Amazing Woman I Know

I live four hours away from almost all of my family.  I drove home right before I closed on my house because my grandmother was having some health issues and was waiting on a plan of action for a cancer diagnosis.  I spent a weekend with her before returning to my life up north (work, house closing, moving, etc).  I had to move but as soon as that was done, I jumped back in the car to return on Friday evening.  Her prognosis was decided to be not good and the doctor said two weeks a week ago.

When I got here, I found my grandmother in a fugue and my mother exhausted.  She’d been staying with my grandmother, trying to keep her comfortable.  Things got worse on Saturday and we made a late-night call to her Hospice nurse to ask for advice.  This morning my mother and I decided that what we said we’d never do was inevitable.  My grandmother needed to go Hospice House to be cared for by professionals during her final day or two in this life.  She was restless and in pain and unresponsive.  We were having to drug her with crushed up pills dissolved in water and injected into her mouth when she was unaware.  I told my mom that all of my grandmother’s personality was gone and this body was there in her place.  We left her with my uncle for the night.  My mom went to her house.  I came back to my grandmother’s house.  I sat in her kitchen chair (the only chair she ever sat in at this table) to write this.

My heart is broken and I’m so upset with the unfairness of everything.  My grandmother raised me like she was my second mother.  I lived with her for weeks at a time when I was a kid and teenager.  I lived with her when my life fell apart in 2009 and I ran back to my hometown to lick my wounds.  I cannot imagine a world in which I can’t pick up my phone and call her.  The idea is scary and physically hurts.

All I’ve been thinking about lately is the past and all the little things about my grandmother that made me who I am.  So, let me count the ways.

- Her name is Sue.  Actually, that is her middle name, but she never went by her first name.  She is 76 years old and married my grandfather when she was 15 years old.  He was 16 and they went strong until he passed away 8 years ago.

- She lived in Florida and New York, but never called any place but West Virginia home.  She was born and raised here and loved it more than any other place in the world.

- Whey they first married, she and my grandfather worked at a canning/jarring factory and would steal cans of peaches and stewed tomatoes so they couldn’t go hungry.  They lived in a chicken coop that was converted into a one-room apartment.

- She had my mom when she was 16 and used the top drawer of a dresser as a crib because they didn’t have any money to buy one.

- Despite not having a high school diploma, she became a business owner.  She and my grandfather opened a convenience store in their neighborhood, and she ran it and kept the books.  Later in life, she started a mini-storage business and ran it from her home.

- When I was a kid, we’d “go to town” on Wednesday afternoons in the summer.  I’d help her shop and she’d buy me McDonalds for lunch.

- When I was a teenager, I’d do her dishes and laundry every Saturday morning for $25.  I’d promptly use this to buy a CD or two.  I know she thought that was crazy, but she never said a word or questioned me about it.

- She loves John Deere everything and painted all the metal windmills and flowers in her yard “John Deere green and yellow.”  Oh, she had metal lawn ornaments.  Like, eight foot metal sunflowers that she paid way too much money for, but loves.

- She loves Christmas and always went crazy with decorations until the past few years.  When I was a kid, she bought an animatronic Santa Klaus from a department store and put it in her second-floor picture window with a display worthy of a department store window.  She also loved the movie Ernest Saves Christmas and would watch it every year to get in the Chistmas spirit.

- She and my grandfather had a camp in the mountains and they loved spending time there.  I sent a restoring two weeks there when my relationship ended back in 2009.  She invited me to come with them and I spent two weeks helping her around the camp and reading books and she never once made me talk about my heartbreak because she knew I didn’t want to.

- She loves yard sales and garage sales.  We’d go on Saturday mornings when I was younger and she’d buy me anything I wanted.

- She also bought me a Prince CD and let me listen to it on the way home when I was a teenager.  She was absolutely scandalized, but pretended not to hate it because she knew I loved it.

- She’d flip people off in traffic, but there wasn’t a mean bone in her body.

- I always told her she was too nice.  She’d give anyone anything if she had it to give.  I thought some people took advantage of that kindness, but they never once fooled her.  She knew, but she still gave.

- She has a motherfucking red magnetic sheet on her fridge because she loves red and wanted a red fridge.  When she couldn’t find one, she slapped a magnet on the damn thing.

- Before she got sick, she spent her winters making dollhouses.  There is a house, a Christmas cabin, a church, and a barn.  She bought an action figure of a professional wrestler and made a white robe for him.  She decided that he would be Jesus and she put him in the yard of the barn scene with some superhero action figures as his disciples.

- Right after my grandfather passed away, she created a Facebook account and would tell everyone good morning almost every day.

- I’d randomly get shit in the mail from HSN or QVC because she’d be watching and decide I needed whatever they are selling.  One of the recent random gifts was a fancy umbrella.

- She has “wall tattoos” all over her walls.  They are large nature scenes that you rub into the way like a temporary tattoo, except they are permanent.  The guest bathroom as a doe and her fawn with birds and butterflies.  That’s the scene you get to look at while she pee.

- Anytime I ever needed money or help, she’d offer before I even thought to ask.  It wasn’t even a question.  If I needed it, then it was mine.

- She was always deathly afraid of dogs all my life.  When I moved back to my hometown with my dog, she insisted I stay with her.  She immediately adopted my dog as her “granddog” and loved him like her own.  When my grandfather passed away, she and I went back into their bedroom and lied down on the bed with my dog and cried.  It broke my heart, but that was nothing compared to this heartbreak of losing her.

- Speaking of my dog.  She bought a red bench to put under her kitchen window so he could see outside when he came over to visit with her.  And he absolutely adored her for it.

- She is less than five feet tall, but with a personality much bigger.  She loves fringe and red and bejeweled purses and things I lovingly refer to as “gaudy.”

- Her final wishes that she wrote down for my mom include: her wish to wear a red fringe shirt but NO red lipstick, lots of balloons instead of flowers because she hates the smell of flowers since they make it difficult to breathe, and a birthday cake with one candle on it.

- When my grandfather died, she asked me to photoshop a picture of him holding up some trout he had caught while fishing into a stock photo of a stream.  Not knowing her intention, I did what she asked.  The next thing I knew, she had taken the photoshopped pic to a custom graphics shop in town and asked them to put it on the hood of her vehicle.  So, the hood of her car is my grandfather looking proud of his catch.  She parks it right outside her kitchen window so when she has her morning coffee, he’s right beside her.

- Speaking of her morning coffee.  She used to tell me she needed to get up so early because she needed to drink a pot of coffee and smoke half a pack of cigarettes before she could deal with people.

- She loves the Hallmark Movie Channel and almost exclusively watched it at night.  She’d settle in on the same end of her bright red couch and chain smoke Winston Lights while she watched cheesy romance movies.  When I got back here this evening, I sat down in that spot.  The cushion dips down and is worn in on that cushion.  I stayed there and felt the dip under my ass and cried so fucking hard because she’s never going to sit there again.

- When I told her that I caught people having sex in the alley by my office a year ago, she told me, “Well, you know what they say.  Friday is for paychecks and peckers.”

I wanted to be alone after this exhausting weekend filled with people.  But now that I’m alone in this space surrounded by her, I wish someone was here with me.  I wish I had someone to call, but I can’t think of anyone at this time of night that I wouldn’t be bugging.

There are so many other things I could say about her and how amazing and fun and quirky and kind and loving and strong she is.  And how much it hurts to know I’m losing one of the most important people in my life.  I guess I should go wash the tears off my face and try to sleep.  I’m running on fumes.  I’ve had about five hours of sleep in the last two days.  I want this to get easier, but I also don’t want to forget her.

I’m not going to proof this shit, so I hope if you’ve made it this far that you’ll forgive my errors and typos.  And I hope you think about my grandma and how awesome she is.