#they need to be taught that trying to do that shit will ALWAYS end badly for them

[thanakite]

I honestly kind of hope that when companies realize that they are fucked and start trying to negotiate with the WGA again the WGA says “Fuck you, those terms we were requesting before? Yeah, that was us being nice, but since you decided to fuck around and find out, we are now requesting more, if you don’t provide it you will fall, that’s why you came crawling back now, because you fucking need us, and we aren’t going to tolerate you trying to pull this shit anymore”

Like that is how all strikes should go quite honestly, because these companies need to learn that they not only need to do a better job of valuing the labor that is making them so much money, but if they fuck around on it, then they will always end up paying more in the long run, so it is better to give what is first requested rather than be forced to go with the deal with the ‘fuck around and find out’ tax

[wooawi]

Alya finds her special interest in the Miraculous and everything concerning them.

She had to quit her blog early on because she had managed to post a few theories that were a bit too close to reality and Ladybug gave her a visit to shut that shit down. Of course, Alya took it for the opportunity it was and questioned Ladybug for long enough to have her detransform into Marinette. Whoops.

She ends up meeting Fu and studying under him after running Marinette so ragged with questions, the girl transferred her over to the guardian. She doesn’t have much time to spend with the man, though, before he loses his memory through transferring guardianship to Marinette.

When Marinette becomes the guardian, it is possibly the best day of Alya’s life (“Sorry, Netta!”). She’s always over to study the box, looking through every compartment it has and testing Marinette’s control of it in and out of the costume.

She wants so badly for Marinette to just give up the box to Alya and is barely keeping herself from asking because she knows that Marinette would lose her memories (which intrigues her even more. Like. What are the mechanics in play? How far does it go? What is the metric for deciding which memories to take?)

She’s entirely into Marinette’s potion making, even taking over the project after Mr. Pigeon’s 72 akumatization to give Marinette a (permanent) break. She’s not only looking for better and quicker ways to achieve the same result, but also trying to create new potions without breaking some cosmic law (yes, the actual laws that govern the universe. Wayzz taught her about them after she had tried to create a new Miraculous and almost had her entire lineage erased.)

She wears and uses miraculous like crazy, testing the limits of the powers and what exactly they can do (lucky charm is always on standby to heal her when she goes too far.) Sometimes, she tries them on friends and teammates alike for a wider range of results, even going as far as testing them on random strangers impromptu participants.

Worst of all, she has beef with Hawkmoth. Not for the terrorism, no; she hates how silly he is with his abilities. Everytime the butterfly is brought up, someone practically has to jump her to get her to shut up about the wasted potential.

He could be doing his job much quicker if he simply treated his kwami right. Despite their God status, they still have needs and wants, both of which keep them at top form if met. The lack of proper utilisation of the butterfly, despite the fact that Hawkmoth clearly knows how to use it says a lot about how Nooroo is treated. (“Did you know they’re called heroes? They aren’t meant to be forced into an unfair contract; it’s supposed to be willing and consensual, not whatever the fuck Hawkmoth has going on. Manipulation of the victim past what was agreed to shows that Nooroo’s magic isn’t cooperating and needs to be forced in order to��.”)

The wish is not a guarantee to fix whatever issue he has, because, as seen from his desperation, he very likely doesn’t have anything of equal or greater worth to give up for what he wants. And that’s not even taking into account that Gimmi could just decide it’s not worth it and split back down to Tikki and Plagg. Destroying and recreating the universe is a lot of work!

He could probably solve his problem by creating a hero with the ability to solve his problem. It is written in the playbook that he stole from the Order!

She wants so badly to meet him and explain this all to his face, but also recognises that they don’t really have time for that. If and when they find him, the danger he poses to the universe is enough to warrant an immediate… termination. So, she helps Marinette look for him, not as Rena Rouge, but as regular old Alya with a knack for investigating; she knows too much about the Miraculous to ever consider wearing any of them full time.

No she won’t stop anyone else from wearing them. She likes having primary evidence of their effects on humans.

Besides. It’s not like they kill people, so there’s not much harm. She just likes keeping her wits about her is all.

[roe-and-memory]

i really love thinking about the potential of lightnings childhood. we have no idea what happened, but its up for interpretation, and i think thats great.

neglect - a common headcanon - seems to make so much sense for him. he hates help, he hates being told what to do, but also hes so lonely and in such desperate need of approval and validation that he’ll take the harshest words as long as theyre coming from someone who, at the end of the day, will give him at least one pat on the back for doing something right.

i think this, as we all know, is a major part of his character, but the idea of doc, taking this kid thats been so awfully treated his entire life - who isnt used to affection or any kind of positive attention, who hates being bossed around because he thinks he knows better and can be trusted more than other people would - and essentially finding a midway point so he can be lightnings crew chief in a way that both introduces the idea of gentle help (telling him when to pit, etc etc) and doesnt infringe on lightnings fear? hatred? of being told what to do and how to do it? its perfect. it introduces to this kid with severe abandonment issues the idea of sometimes needing or even just wanting help, and helps him change for the better without forcing him to immediately conform to the idea that oh, he HAS to need help.

lightnings previous crew chiefs are so much different than doc, because while doc takes the time to get to know lightning, to discuss ways they can work together to get around these issues he has while also being able to enforce proper rules within the sport, his crew chiefs before never did this. they didnt get to know him personally, they didnt care. they just knew he didnt listen and had a flaring temper, and it was never really that fair to lightning that they didnt give him a chance. obviously, not all blame is on them, because as much as they didnt put the effort in to find a groove that worked for their driver, he also didnt try to put this effort in (although, really, as an 18 year old with issues surrounding this job that are KNOWN it was never really his job to be the one to initiate finding a solution - hell, he probably didnt even know what the issue was.), he was ALSO the one to fire these people, so they’re both at fault for this in a way.

but, again, i love thinking about this whole childhood thing because not only is doc opening up the help that lightning was always consistently refused to the point he believed he just didnt need it - that all those times he wanted help when he was young was really just him being dramatic - but hes also opening up the option for Family that lightning never had either. doc takes all the awful morals that lightning taught himself (or that harv taught him) because he had no one to teach him the true ones, and flips them around. he becomes the father lightning never had and the guidance that no one had ever given him. god i love found family guys theyre literally father and son

also nobody imagine how silly the first time doc ever ruffles his silly ass sons hair is. lightning freezing because oh, no ones ever done that before, and doc being like ? how badly do i need to kick the shit out of your parents? that is like the most average father appreciation Ever wdym ur dad didnt do that to you at least Once.

[coryosmin]

sejanus plinth sfw alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate they are)

sejanus is so affectionate. he wants you to know he loves you and cares for you. he’ll hold your hand in public, he’ll caress your cheek as you guys have a conversation, he’ll kiss your lips while you’re in the middle of speaking. he just loves you.

B = Best Friend (what they would be like as a best friend)

sejanus would be the best best best friend in the world. if you’re upset, he’ll be the type to come see you in the middle of the night with a tub of ice cream for the two of you to eat out of while he listens to you rant. and he’ll be your shoulder to lean on when you need to cry. he also loves to gossip so i feel like he would talk shit about others to you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like cuddles?)

all day everyday baby. he fucking loves cuddles. you’re just laying down reading a book? guess who’s attached to you. you’re trying to get dressed? guess who has their arms wrapped around you. he will cuddle the shit out of you constantly. especially at night.

D = Domestic (do they want to settle down, how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

sejanus wants to badly to settle down with someone, get married, have a nice cozy and comfy life. he is definitely so good at cooking because his Ma would’ve taught him. he is also so good at cleaning. he gives me such house husband vibes.

E = Ending (if they broke up with their partner, how would they do it?)

definitely depends on the dynamic but it would likely be emotional. he would cry, you would cry. it would be like a whole kdrama thing.

F = Fiancé(e) (how do they feel about commitment?)

sej would love commitment! he would want to get engaged, get married, have such a lovely life with his s/o. i wholeheartedly believe that he doesn’t care about societal norms and if he realizes he sees a future with you, he will propose within 6 months of your relationship.

G = Gentle (how gentle they are emotionally and physically)

sej is so gentle!! he will speak to you softly, rarely ever raising his voice to you. physically, he treats you so delicately and just wants to make you happy.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

sejanus loves hugs. constantly. he will hug you whenever he can. if you guys are in public, he will put an arm over your shoulder as a lil side hug. or wrap an arm around your waist to pull you close to him. he just loves touching you and hugging you.

I = I love yous (how fast they say the L word)

i think sejanus would say i love you within a month of your relationship. his feelings are always so genuine so he would say it when he feels it, not pressuring you to say it back to him at all.

J = Jealousy (how jealous do they get?)

he gets so jealous but he feels so guilty about it!! he wants you to have your own life and be friends with whoever you want to be friends with. but when he sees you interacting with other guys, it makes him very jealous. he’ll be so mad at himself for thinking that way though as he trusts you completely.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? where do they kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

sejanus would kiss you so adorably. he would cup your face, smile lovingly, and kiss you softly and slowly. he would pull you close. his kisses are so romantic.

L = Little Ones (how are they around children, do they want children?)

sej would be so good with kids!! he would run around with them, play with them, laugh and make jokes. i think he definitely would want children. he wants a whole family.

M = Morning (how they are in the mornings)

sejanus is so sleepy in the mornings. i don’t see him being a morning person. so he would just hold you close to him, cuddling you tightly as he gives you kisses.

N = Nights (How they are at night)

sej is more alert at night. he’ll cuddle you, pet your hair, read to you, etc. he’s just the greatest person ever.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

sejanus is a very open person. he wears his heart on his sleeve and doesn’t hide who he truly is around everyone. i think he would be pretty open to you early on in your relationship.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

he is so patient!! he is not quick to anger unless it goes against his morals (i.e the hunger games). but he will be so patient with you, hearing you out before making any sort of decisions on how he feels about a situation.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

i think sejanus would remember absolutely everything. he’s completely infatuated with you. he will remember the smallest details and the biggest, bringing them up randomly to show you he listens and cares about you. he’s just the sweetest.

R = Remember (Favorite memory about your relationship)

sejanus’s favorite memory about your relationship would be when you came over to his place one time while he was not doing so good emotionally and you just held him while he cried, telling him how much you loved and appreciated him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

sejanus is so protective. he would be the type that if phones existed, he would type “text me when you get there” or “text me when you leave”. he would constantly ask if you’re okay and when you both are at events together, his arm never leaves your waist.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he tries so hard. he’s making homemade gifts. he’s cooking. he’s cleaning. he’s buying you every little thing in the whole wide world because you deserve the whole world in his heart. he will go all out on dates and make sure you have fun.

U = Ugly (What are some of their bad habits?)

he has a habit of being a bit overbearing. i also think sej can be a lovebomb type of person without realizing it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they about their looks?)

i don’t think he’s concerned about his looks much.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

yes!! he would be so lost without you. his whole world would be shattered.

X = Xtra (Random headcanon)

i headcanon that he definitely lays his head on your thighs because they’re just so soft and warm and he feels so comforted by them.

Y = Yuck (What are some of the things they don’t like?)

sejanus does not like spiders. i feel like that’s the one thing he will always be afraid of.

Z = Zzz (Sleeping habits)

he’s a cuddler. he snores. not loudly like an old man but he definitely snores. he also drools teehee

[maryonaccross]

Hello. I know that team Black blames the Greens over why Rhaenyra's reign as queen was awful, however even in a AU world where Viserys never re-marries and Alicent doesn't exist.

Rhaenyra would have stil been a terrible queen.

Viserys never taught Rhaenyra how to rule. He should have been raising her in preparation for a leadership role by having her in the small concil, teaching her the art of politics and what she needed to do to maintain peace in the kingdom. Whoever Rhaenyra would marry would have to agree to live in King's Landing. So. Rhaenyra could remain by her father's side and learn her role as his heir.

2. Rhaenyra never took her role seriously. She believes firmly in the divine right of kings and that she as a Targaryen is claim enough for her to take the crown, despite her knowing that her cousin Rhaenys was denied and she would have been a more effective ruler then Viserys.

3. Rhaenyra's recklessness contributes to her downfall. She does whatever she likes and doesn't care about the consequences. She heavily relies upon her father and later Daemon to bail her out then not accept any personal responsibility for her getting herself into this meses.

4. All of Rhaenyra's children are illegitimate. Her eldest by Harwin Strong even by Daemon, because her first husband isn't dead. The real reason she sequestered herself on Dragonstone was to hide her children away because she cannot handle any criticism. Her answer to it is violence. That always ends well. LOL.. looking at you Maegor.

She has isolated herself political. Not trying to expand or gain influence outside of her very limited family circle. No allies means no help when she needs it.

People in the realm may not have been thrilled with the idea of a female ruler but they would rather have Rhaenyra as queen then see Daemon as king. His violent reputation was known to all. So. What does she do? Marry the very person the realm was against and make him consort.

5. Rhaenyra's ego and her vanity was her downfall. She never thought about her position from an idealistic standpoint. What she could do to improve the country and make the people's lives better. usher in a golden age. She wanted power for power's sake.

Rhaenyra's rule was always destined to end badly but with Daemon by her side, being her enabler and corrupting her with his nature. It is no wonder centuries after her death she was still despised in the country.

To me Aegon’s “I tRy sO haRD” attitude to being the kings firstborn son is the equivalent of Rhaenyra’s “ I learned that I have to earn my inheritance” mentality towards being the named heir.

I hate what the writers did with Aegon’s character (TGC is the only saving grace) but I fundamentally disagree with the common notion that show Aegon and Rhaenyra are polar opposites of each other because they are both equally unsuited for the role of the heir and share a equally unserious attitude towards the job. (At least Aegon is able to admit he’s ill suited while Rhaenyra gaslights the shit out of herself “earned my inheritance” my ass, you did nothing.) I agree 100% with all your points, I even made posts about some of them but this sums it up perfectly. Neither Aegon or Rhaenyra are aware of the responsibilities of their position (Nyra might have been in the first few episodes but got bored pretty quickly when she realized she’d actually have to stuff and make sacrifices for the realm), they don’t form good alliances (although at least Aegon did his duty in marrying Helaena and having legitimate heirs which Rhaenyra doesn’t have a single one of) or try to endear themselves to the people they will one day rule.

The advantage Aegon has is that he has advisors around him (Otto and Alicent and most of Viserys’ small council) that have ruled the realm peacefully for years in Viserys stead while Rhaenyra’s only source of political inspiration is Nepobaby Daemon who couldn’t hold any small council position for the life of him and who firmly believes that having a dragon and “being the blood of the dragon” is all it takes to rule.

About Viserys, there’s this really interesting post that explains how Viserys tied both fractions to him by never finalizing his decision of naming Nyra heir and always keeping his decision vague.

[nrilliree]

https://www.tumblr.com/bietrofastimoff23/751832082143182848/in-the-books-the-loyalty-of-the-greens-to-each?source=share

The greens being faithful, one to the other is a joke ?

Aemond didn't even try to save his mother Alicent.

And it's bullshit that Aegon II took the throne to protect his family. Literally it's pro greens propaganda bullshit to beautify Aegon by Eustace.

And as if Helaena had a real influence on Aegon II... Please...

Also... let us admire this great disillusionment in comments :

The disrespect to team green always irks me. Like, yes, they aren't great people. Neither are team black. That's the point people, keep up! And some insane toxic fans need to realize that removing one of the best qualities of TG is in fact bias to make TB look better. The show did them so dirty. We barely got any decent moments of tg, even the coronation was shit, Helaena never got crowned and it got trashed by Rhaenys🤦🏽‍♀️ @bietrofastimoff23 And the endless comments of 'TB won bc Rhaenyra's blood sat on the throne in the end.' Bro did you even read the books? The point is that no one wins, that's barely a victory. It all shows how one thing and a lot of repressed emotions caused a family to tear itself apart so badly that it never recovered. Some ppl need to understand that characters exist for a reason, and that removing their real personalities and qualities removes their depth.

No. The point of dancing is not that everyone is bad and there is no real winner. And there's a reason why the whole Green line died and Rhaenyra didn't. The usurpers were karmically punished. Also... I need to explain to these people what war means ? The blacks armies won against those of the greens. So the blacks won the war. It's quite simple, isn't it ?! Bunch of idiots.

And yes, characters are generally created for a specific narrative reason. And the telling of this story is not that everyone is equal. The Greens are the antagonists and the Blacks are the protagonists. That all.

Also, just because bad guys love members of their family doesn't necessarily mean they are deep. It has nothing to do. A villain can still be quite cartoonish and still love someone. And the Greens are really shallow villains in general. Their actions are literally motivated by greed for power and misogyny.

Yeah, what loyalty :D In the series: Aegon bully Aemond, Aemond is ready to usurp Aegon, Aegon wanted to flee the country abandoning his family, no one remembers Daeron, Otto is ready to be a pimp once again and sell Alicent for a few ships, and Alicent betrayed Marry Helaena to her rapist-drunk brother so that she won't have a better life than her… What a loyal, loving family <3! What is also added in the book is that Aemond completely ignored his mother and sister and did not even consider for a moment going to save them.

With such loyal supporters, you don't need enemies :D

And seriously, for me it's all very simple: Are you the official heir? Did they swear loyalty to you as heir? Were you taught how to govern? You are the heir. Were you crowned stealthily, under duress, and against the law set by the king? You are a usurper.

[offrozenmemoirs]

I have tried everything with you. Everything. Yet you cling to an ideal you cannot achieve without everything I have tried to teach you, everything I now and forever have embodied. Why do you think of me as another set of shackles, when everything I have done is to try and grant us the freedom you and that thing you cry to the stars to value so highly?

You still deny even that you are the key to it all, to happiness for our family. Does your selfishness know no bounds, that you would deny even your beloved younger sibling of our shared prosperity under your bright and flaming ambition?

I truly do love you, in spite of your shortsightedness. All I have wished for is peace, and freedom, for our house. For us. Can you not see that we want the same thing?

Anonymous Thoughts || Accepting!

Creed knew her brother would never expose himself, it was a sloppy move, and if there was one thing Ariortos hated, it was sloppy work. The way he walked was all wrong, not to mention the lack of cane. It simply mimicked his visage...That meant he had to have sent this as a message. She was impressed, in a morbid way. His necromancy was always interesting.

"Y'know, it's kinda rude to interrupt someone's religious rituals. You don't see me messing up your shit with Avernus."

She wore a smile, but on the inside she was unnerved. Corpses didn't bother her as much, then again, after tearing a giant heart in half and getting drenched in the gore, not much did. Though, once it began speaking, she became outwardly unnerved...His voice sounded congested, likely because of fluid buildup in the lungs. With the jerky way it moved, even mimicking his action of tapping a cane that wasn't there...Her discomfort began to bleed away into anger, and she recalled all the times she had remained quiet, and walked away.

"To hell with you and what you want. I don't want any part of your plans! I don't want peace and freedom at the point of a sword against my throat! Why don't you understand that I'm my own person. Your freedom comes at the cost of everyone else and I just can't abide by that."

Nelia hated what her brother had become. Sure, he had been distant, but a long time ago, at least to her, he had given a shit about his siblings. Even if him and Rafan didn't get along, they came together for the sake of herself and Liyan. Ariortos had encouraged her curiosity as a child, even if that meant that she wound up poisoning herself sometimes, he always sent her the necessary materials to make an antidote. If anything, she was the one who followed in his footsteps of using oneself as a basis for an experiment.

"You're no better than Leonardo, wanting to use me as a way to push your bullshit, and I refuse to be anyone's tool. I don't care about becoming one of the great houses of Nihiran, and I sure as shit don't care about gaining power. I won't be some attack dog for you, and I won't help subjugate anyone either."

She would never follow in his footsteps. Things needed to change, and if that meant she had to resolve to fight her brother, then so be it. Maybe it could be ended without either one's death, but...

"I pity you. You want to pursue power and freedom at the cost of others so badly that you can't even see what you've lost. Don't you understand?"

She clenches her fists, trying to remain calm, lest she begin crying in front of Ariortos.

"You and Rafan were mom and dad to me. I don't even remember what our mother looked like! Every time I think of my parents, I think of you and Rafan! That's how little of a shit our parents gave about us! Every damn day I think of that fucking letter that Leonardo left for me, and I hate him more and more! He turned us against each other, all because of some stupid fucking blessing from Vadu! I never cared about being acknowledged by our sperm donor, not for a long time, because I already had your acceptance! You taught me more than he ever did, and that meant more to me than anything else!

Ariortos had never been as bad as everyone made him out to be, a bit amoral at times, certainly, but he made an effort to at least be a guide for her. He encouraged her experiments, paid for her equipment and even gave her advice on how to deal with setbacks. Her fists ignited, and she held a determined look on her face.

"I can't even begin to tell you how much I hate Leonardo, and Helios. They fucked us over, because that's what House Zarin does, isn't it? It's power over all else...I'm going to burn it to the ground. In those flames, we will find our redemption. If I have to be the one to break this damned cycle, then I'll do so. You better get your head out of your ass by the next time we see each other, or else..."

Creed strides up to her brother, cocking her fist back and letting it fly forward, a very satisfying crack sounded, as she watches the corpse wearing his face crumple to the ground. She held her hands together focusing her energy, before releasing it in a beam of light that burned the corpse away. She watches the ashes of the corpse float away with the wind.

"Now I just have to steady my resolve and make all those fancy words come true...Somehow, I get the feeling that's going to be the real challenge."

Unbeknownst to her, her brother had indeed gotten her message, sitting in his office. He figured things would end up like this, but that wasn't a bad thing. No, it meant that she had made up her mind. He doesn't like the way things turned out, but...It would certainly be an interesting battle when they met again. In the back of his mind however...

"Now, I'll prove that I belong as the head of House Zarin. I don't need you dead, Nelia, but I'll make you and everyone else fall in line with whatever force is necessary. Then you'll know that my path is the one we must walk."

A wistful smile comes to his face. Soon, he'd tie up one last loose end. His grandfather taught him well, but...He needed to be removed. None of the old chains of House Zarin needed to be present, after all, wasn't it the job of the old guard to leave things to their future? He never had any feelings towards killing, but his grandfather had given him advice that he followed to this day. Perhaps, he could be preserved. To have his knowledge called upon when needed.

"I have always needed a shrunken head to spruce up the office."

[whoiwanttoday]

The SAG strike is upon us and thank god! I was worried for a while that writers would get no support and that would mean a hard road for them. This is tumblr so I am pretty sure I know what side of this most of you are on but if you are for some reason against these strikes I am here to tell you that you are wrong. I am pretty sure the biggest argument from the Blue Check Mark Crypto Bros will be something like, "I'd sure love to get paid to just make movies" or something that implies actors are spoiled and lazy. If that is your take first of all fuck you. No one is stopping you. Literally no one. Get in your car, go to Hollywood, try it if it seems like such an easy and sweet deal. But second of all, you aren't getting that money if they don't. Executives are. Why the fuck are you watching a movie and thinking, "I wish Reed Hastings was making more of this money". Its wild to me how badly people want to undervalue art and over value people who take up desk space. Also, though, actors don't always make that much. I had a teacher in College who would teach for 2 semesters than leave fro two semesters because he performed on Broadway. He was not a star, he was a regular working actor. He was also a wonderful teacher and really helped ignite a love of acting in me. Not the performing side but the intellectual part of me that loves to study things, I really started to appreciate the choices people made. But he taught to save up money so he could go do his main job, which didn't actually pay enough to live on. This is actually common of a lot of actors, it's just a normal middle class job. That's what the stars are fighting for, for them. This is a thing we should always commend. Matt Damon I see get shit sometimes but at the end of the day he is set for life, he doesn't need to cost himself money, he is to help those who need help. That's commendable. Finally, though, is the fact that these are some of the more powerful unions in the country. Right now the entire world is pushing back against labor. You have probably seen it in your job, despite the fact that retention is difficult, it's near impossible to fill some positions, and there are just more jobs than people, management is trying to reassert dominance by taking away privileges like work from home. They are doing this because their model is largely based on exploiting people. I have seen it in my past, jobs that swore we were a family and begged us to make sacrifices for the good of the company. We did. Then when things went bad they cut us adrift because we were not a family and they didn't care about us, they just were manipulating us to get extra, unpaid labor from us. I am sure you have seen this before. So if the biggest unions in the country can't get concessions we are all fucked. We need this strike as a symbol but also as a bellwether. The next few years will really matter. So I support the strike. Mainly, I support it because I consume a lot of movies and I want the artists who make them to be rewarded. It will cost the studios a ton of money but will cost me nothing, so I can't imagine not supporting it. There are literally over 100 years of movies to go back and watch if you get bored. Now is a great time. I suggest starting with Greta Gerwig's watchlist for Barbie. I have seen half the movies and they are great. Anyway, that's my way of saying I am posting Fan Bingbing who was at Paris Fashion week last week and looked amazing. See, we'll need to get used to this because no promos means no red carpets which means no new pictures for a while. But we have a lot of stuff in the background. I kept waiting for higher quality versions of these but this is what I have and you know what? She looks great. Today I want to fuck Fan Bingbing.

[averytalllemon]

Okay so- I just finished the book Under the Whispering Door and I just jlkasdfhigkleyau8t6iw79

I have so much to say- listen to my rant if you want, but if you don't then don't.

!!HUGE Spoiler Warning!!

I genuinely mean it, if you feel like spoilers will lead you to not read this book in the future then don't read this post. I am so serious about this- I want people to read this book so badly because I need people to rant to who understand what I'm talking about, people that I can agree with (or disagree with, of course). But in the end, do what you wish, though if you take anything from this, let it be: Read. This. Book. (please)

Anyways, onto my rant!

First off, this book is overall so well written and makes some amazing points. I honestly think it changed me as a person, I feel like it changed my view on the world, only slightly though. I just feel- wiser maybe? Like Hugo taught me something, how to be a better person, better at being there for others, better at understanding, ya know? I think it was the bits about how no one knows what you're going through, though experiences can be similar none are the same. I like that, I think about it a lot now. If I notice my friends having a hard day and I have the time to help and talk to them I no longer say "I get it" or "I know" when they explain what they are going through (or I at least try not to) because though I already sort of knew this, I feel like Under the Whispering Door helped me better understand or see more clearly that I in fact don't know. I don't know a lot of things. I'm wrong most of the time. There's plenty of things I don't understand and I'm okay with that, I'm content by that idea. Recently I've been working to better myself and I feel like this book really helped with that, so thanks. Thank you, TJ Klune, for writing this book, and thank you to my friend who got this as a present for me for my birthday I really appreciate it. (Yes, I did already thank my friend for this book ^^)

Now for the part I'd imagine most of you who have read this far are waiting for (or not, I could be wrong).

Wallace and Hugo. I cannot explain them they're just my new favorite ship. I love them so much- aewrohruilt9y4q3i2gk4yhfjT -I'm fine. My friends, for the past week (because honestly, it took me a few months before I picked up the book) I have been ranting to them non-stop about these two. I love them so much. I am horrible at explaining ships and ship dynamics but these two- they just work together, they click. I love how at the start of their relationship, when Wallace first started to develop feelings for Hugo he was thinking about him more than anyone or anything else yet also going "Pfttt- me? have feelings for Hugo? Neverrrr-" (this isn't just an exact quote of course but it sums everything up well) until he was pretty much like "Oh shit- I love him, don't I?" (Again, not a direct quote from the book.) There's also their little therapy session things where they go outside and chat. This is what I was talking about earlier, what I felt changed me in a way. They just stand there, sometimes they talk about big things that they need to get off their chests, other times they'll just chat like good friends about random things, and on some days, they just don't talk at all, and it's perfect. They're perfect. They can just exist with each other and need nothing more. They can be at peace with each other. It's amazing! They have a connection, a bond like no other. I love it. I love them so much. They are just so cute.

And though this may come as a bit of a surprise, my favorite character, not Wallace or Hugo but Nelson. Nelson is so amazingly funny- he always lightens the mood with his silly comments. He's so chaotic in the best way possible, and he really just doesn't give two shits sometimes, when it's the right moment of course. When the moment calls for it, he can be serious, calm, caring, and wise. Gosh I love this man- he'd the best- I think I would've been more said when he left if I didn't know that they'd meet again, eventually, they'll all be together.

Gosh I love this book so much <33333333

If you haven't read it yet, read it. And if you have, read it again. I promise you it'll be worth it.

Also feel free to reblog, I wanna hear some opinions on the book, characters, etc.

[quill-of-thoth]

OC Tag game!

Tag game: pick some OC’s, answer questions your tagger asked, provide new questions and tag some people!

@seeingteacupsindragons asks: 1. What would you punch someone for?

Deira: That is such a long list. The leaders of this excavation are always risking other people’s lives to look for treasure and they need some sense whacked into them.

Solan: I would really prefer to talk it out, because most people can be persuaded or convinced.

Gyffin: I used to be hotheaded and get in fights. I'd punch someone for an insult or a misunderstanding. It was stupid. I was stupid. That shit was always going to end badly and I want it to never happen again.

2. Who is your best friend and why?

Deira: Hyren. Despite not having a magical healing gift like me he taught me everything I know about being a healer. Unfortunately out here, relying on army mail, I’m lucky if I can get more than one letter a year.

I found a magical artifact that sends letters, but it only sends to its other half, which could be anywhere in the world. I’m feeling closer to the guy who has it, lately; we both agree that we should keep the things hidden, there’s no way they wouldn’t be misused if the imperial army got their hands on them.

Solan: I have a secret pen pal. I probably shouldn’t have the artifact that allows us to send letters, because it’s a super old magic that would definitely be strategically important to the empire, but I’m pretty sure if I turned mine in she’d be in major trouble. Plus, I would have to find the right person to give it to: they’d have to be trustworthy and have a high enough rank that it wouldn’t be seized from them immediately. And they’d have to be smart enough to keep it quiet.

Also, I’d miss my pen pal. Letters are the best way for me to be honest about my emotions without worrying that someone else will be influenced to try and solve my problems for me, and since she doesn’t know my full name, it’s easier to trust that we’re actual friends. Making friends is difficult when people know that you’re the great-nephew of an influential politician.

Gyffin: Caelyss. I don’t know why, she’s the one who picked me. I’m really glad she did though.

3. What's your dream pet?

Deira: I don’t have a dream pet, but I do have Tik. He lost a fight to a chicken when I was an apprentice, I gave him stitches, and Hyren thought I should have companionship on the road.

Tik is… well, an abundance of magic makes some weird animals. Think of a cat with raccoon hands and a prehensile tail that eats almost anything. He’s theoretically a working animal, I trained him to sit on patients so they stay put and relax, but in reality he’s a nuisance that thinks he can paw at my face five minutes after I finally fall asleep, and I like him more than I like most people.

Solan: If I could have any animal at all? My family had a dog when I was a really young kid, I want him back. He was the best.

Gyffin: Something small and easy to hide, that can take care of itself but likes me anyway. @medleymisty, @lew-basnight, @lady-redshield-writes here's some questions for your characters:

What is the place you would most like to go to, and why?

Did you ever dream of doing something other than what you do now for a living? What was it?

What is one secret you wish you hadn't kept?

[anneapocalypse]

Okay look. I don't care if you don't like Isolde. Not everyone's going to like every character, "She annoys me" is a perfectly fine reason to dislike a character, I'm not trying to make everyone like the characters I like.

But since you apparently felt so strongly about it that you needed to reply to my Isolde-positive post to tell me why you just really dislike Isolde, I think this is fair game for me to respond to.

So here's my serious defense of Isolde Guerrin.

Anne's Serious Defense of Isolde Guerrin

First let's get this out of the way: yes, Isolde is a privileged noblewoman. She has power and access and security far and above any commoner in Thedas, and she has the ability to exercise that power over others, and her actions can affect many. I am not arguing against any of that.

But I do want to talk about the reasons for her actions and the outcomes.

I realize there are various fan opinions on magic and the Circles, and I don't know what you, @bethlives, think about them personally. Maybe you do think the Circles are necessary and Connor, like all mage children, should have been sent away from his family at the first signs of magic, in which case, well, I can at least see where you're coming at this from.

On the other hand, if you think the Circle system is unjust, and that taking children forcibly away from their parents is wrong, and that mages are justified in trying to escape... I mean, I think Isolde trying to save her son from being taken to the Circle is a pretty sympathetic motivation, personally. I mean, maybe you disagree, and that's fine, and I don't want this post to turn into a debate about fictional magic, so if that's the case, let's just say that's the point on which we disagree.

I also don't agree that Isolde doesn't give a shit about Connor's magic. She makes a point of hiring him a private tutor so that he can control his powers. And I also want to say here that noble families hiding mage children and having them taught privately... it's a thing. And it doesn't always end badly. Lienne de Montsimmard in The Masked Empire is another example, and she seems to have grown into a perfectly competent mage; it's not demons but politics that ultimately gets her killed.

I said it in the original post, but I'm going to say it again; we have no reason to believe that things would have gone this badly for Connor if it weren't for Loghain's interference. Yes, magic is dangerous. Mages do need training--which Isolde tried to provide for her son! Connor became possessed because he was put into a high-stress situation (his father becoming deathly ill) while he was still largely untrained and vulnerable. There's no reason to believe that was inevitable. Loghain took advantage of the difficult position Isolde was in by offering "help" in the form of the apostate and blood mage Jowan, who besides being in Loghain's employ to assassinate the arl, was also maybe not the best tutor for a child. Isolde trusted Loghain, and had no way of knowing what would happen. So, short of giving up her son forever, I don't know what she was supposed to do differently to prevent this happening.

Another point that I don't often see brought up is that if Isolde had handed Connor over to the Circle, he might very well be dead. People will argue that Isolde was so stupid for not giving her son to the Circle, and the demon and the undead and everything is her fault... and then you go the tower and it's also overrun by demons and half the mages have been killed. So I'm not sure the argument that Connor would have been so much safer in the Circle really holds water with what we actually see in canon!

Maybe the takeaway here isn't "Isolde is dumb" but "even acknowledging the very real dangers of magic, the Circle system as it presently exists creates inevitable negative incentives that work counter to its stated purpose." Y'know?

As to the Knights searching for the Sacred Ashes... yeah, it's a long shot. But it's not like that was her first idea. Teagan tells us that they sent for healers, tried various treatments for Eamon, and nothing worked. The Urn of Sacred Ashes is a last resort. And yes, sending so many Knights away from Redcliffe is dangerous. You know what else is dangerous? The ruling lord being deathly ill, his only heir a possessed child. Isolde is desperate, for reasons both personal and political. She's taking desperate measures, not only to save her husband but to restore the stability of their land. And despite it being a desperate measure, she's actually right about the Ashes existing in Ferelden, and the merits of Brother Genitivi's research, so maybe she's not a complete idiot. The Disciples of Andraste and their militant zeal to keep anyone from discovering the Ashes' resting place is not something Isolde could have known about, as Genitivi himself wasn't aware of them until they captured him.

And I don't know, do I really have to defend a character for trying to save their spouse and child? Is that even something I'd have to defend, if it were a different character? If it weren't a woman with a bad French accent who's already been dismissed as stupid and annoying?

Anyway, that's what I have to say about Isolde. She was trying to save her kid from the Circle, and what happened next was mostly the result of Loghain's coup. If you still don't like her, that's fine. But I think her actions are actually pretty sympathetic, and I don't think she's as responsible for what happened in Redcliffe as people make her out to be.

Edited to add: I feel like mentioning here that I am in no way interested in defending Isolde making Alistair feel unwelcome at Redcliffe Castle, or the fact that her apparent insecurities seem to have been a factor in Eamon sending him away to the Chantry. While we don't know exactly what happened there, Alistair makes it pretty clear she made him feel not at home at the castle, and Isolde's greeting toward him as an adult is not friendly. It's certainly not her finest moment, no matter how isolated she may have felt as an Orlesian expat in Ferelden. (Not to say anyone has said or implied that I was defending that! I just thought it was worth adding.)

Isolde Guerrin owns actually. She fed information to the Fereldan resistance during the Orlesian occupation. She tried to save her son from being taken by the Circle, and so far as we know the only reason her plan failed is Loghain planted an assassin in her home. She volunteers to give her life for her kid without a moment's hesitation, she doesn't give a fuck that it's blood magic, she just wants to save him. If you insist Connor has to die, she pleads for his life in a voice performance that deserves awards, and if she's convinced that there's no hope for Connor, she insists on doing the deed herself.

[gwaeddblaidd]

Feed the Wolf Chapter 8: Empathy (Preview)

(For a more gritty excerpt, see this post!)

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“Well,” Wednesday begins after but a brief period of silence. “I suppose my theory holds true. Another night with you at her side, another night Enid’s slept well. Maybe a little too well, this time…”

I chuckle. “You know me; nothing but calming vibes.” I finally lean forward from the bed, forcing myself to support the weight of my own head. “I don’t know. I must be doing something right.”

“Like I said last we spoke: you make her feel safe.” As much as I appreciate Wednesday’s words, it’s clear she doesn’t intend them as a compliment. No, it’s more clinical than that – a genuine, if perhaps unwanted, curiosity. “And as much as I have tried to figure out why that is the case…” She throws her hands up in a sign of defeat. “I’ve got nothing.”

“Maybe it’s just a wolf thing,” I offer, but Wednesday clearly doesn’t like that answer.

“No, it isn’t that simple.” Her gaze turns to the ceiling as she considers her words. “Outside of school clubs she barely spends any time with the rest of the furs at Nevermore. What makes you different?”

“Only Hyde at Nevermore…” I mutter, then a little louder: “Well, as far as I know.”

A disapproving scoff from Wednesday warns me of her scepticism. “Attracted to danger? Enid? No, I don’t think so.”

“No…” I agree, though I’ll admit I’m not entirely convinced. Enid did take a liking to Wednesday, after all. “Something more human, then. Not my forte, and sure as hell not yours.”

As her head tilts to the side there’s a briefest flash of anger but it’s quickly replaced by amusement. “May it remain a mystery to us both.”

With what feels like some degree of understanding between us achieved, I decide it’s about time I pick myself up. I have classes of my own to get to, and while I’m not as worried about being late as Enid appears to be, I still need to head back to my dorm to pick up a few things. With a concerted effort, I pull myself to my feet with the aid of my elbows upon the bed, then take a moment just to stretch out muscles in dire need of movement. As soon as I’m standing, I honestly feel a lot better, far less lethargic, but getting to that point was no small feat. At the end of outstretched arms with fingers interlaced, I crack my knuckles above my head while leaning back almost precariously. That’s better.

As I turn back to Wednesday I can’t help but notice Wednesday is staring at me intently. I mean, that’s hardly unusual, but this is more than just idle staring – she’s noticed something. “What’s up?” I ask.

“You’re hurt,” she says, squinting just a little as if trying to confirm a detail she’s barely seen. “What happened?”

“I am? How can you tell?” I didn’t think I’d been hurt badly enough for it to be noticeable; better make sure I’m at least presentable.

“Bruising and broken skin on the right temple indicates blunt force trauma. Your face is also unusually red. I thought you were just flushed at first, but I guess the rain didn’t wash away everything.”

Blood? Probably mine, perhaps some of Jonah’s. Well, that’s rather grim; I’m surprised Enid didn’t have anything to say. “Ah, noted. I’ll make sure to get cleaned up before classes.”

Wednesday continues to stare for a few seconds, before sighing exasperatedly. “You really like avoiding my questions, don’t you?”

“Shit, sorry, wasn’t intentional that time.” I notice she raises an eyebrow at that time. “It was Jonah again. Well, actually, I guess it was Carter that got me this time.”

“You let that thug land a blow on you?” She sounds like a disappointed parent.

“Hey, cut me some slack. We were on a date; I didn’t expect to have to fight anyone.”

“Rookie mistake. Always expect to have to fight someone and you’ll never be caught unaware.” Her eyes dart to the side and a smile that I’d be tempted to describe as wistful appears on her face. “First thing my uncle taught me.”

What has my own uncle taught me? Other than how to alienate one’s son, that is… How to drink away one’s problems? Doesn’t have quite as good a ring to it, does it?

“Was that all, then?” Wednesday continues. “Just a fight? Things didn’t… escalate?”

That’s an odd question, unless she has a reason to expect things to have escalated. I search her face in vain for something to work with, but she offers me nothing. “No, why?”

“No reason,” she says, far too quickly for my liking. Her speech turns to a less certain mumbling, unusual for what I’ve come to expect from Wednesday. “Strange, I could’ve sworn…” The mumbling, too, gives way to further uncertainty; silence falls upon her and she stares into the middle distance, eyes transfixed upon presumably nothing in particular.

I give her a few seconds, then decide my prompting is needed if I want to know more. “...what? You could’ve sworn what?” But even as the words leave my mouth, I can tell I’m not going to get an honest answer.

Wednesday’s eyes lock with mine briefly before she averts her gaze. She can’t bear to look at me. I can’t imagine telling lies is something she’s uncomfortable with, least of all those by emission, so why is she having so much trouble right now? “Nothing. I must be still waking up, myself.”

Wednesday hardly strikes me as the type to take a long time to get her bearings. No, I imagine she arises from her slumber like clockwork. Why, then, is she unwilling to confide in me here and now? Our relationship has been a rocky one, but I would describe it as fairly honest for the most part. Still, pushing the point isn’t going to do me any favours, and I find my frustration simply coalescing into a restrained sigh which escapes through gritted teeth.

“Just… be careful, alright?”

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Title: Feed the Wolf

Fandom: Wednesday

Rating: T

Chapters: 7 of 12

Links: AO3, FF.net

Summary: As the dust settles on the Hyde incident, Nevermore is slowly but surely returning to a calmer, safer state. But for those involved, the scars may take a while longer to fully heal. Gelert Davies, a half-werewolf student, has always kept himself out of trouble as best he could, but a chance encounter will test his resolve and force him to face parts of himself long abandoned.

Tags: Enid Sinclair, Wednesday Addams, Original Character(s), Enid Sinclair/Original Male Character(s), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Wolf Instincts, Loss of Control, Injury Recovery, Self-Hatred, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Courting Rituals, Werewolf Courting, Werewolf Culture, Eventual Romance, Family Issues, POV First Person

Thank you for reading, and have a wonderful day! :)

[scarlettriot]

Mina Ashido Headcanons!

@jewel116 requested some headcanons of our Alien Queen and I am here to deliver!

Some of these also could be considered BakuSquad HCs, hope that's alright.

I also went ahead and included some Adult Mina and 18+ Mina Headcanons too. Both are below the cut and clearly stated. Warnings are posted at each header mark.

If anyone has any other requests, lemme know!

Basic Mina Headcanons

Warnings: It's as fluffy as her dang hair! (Swearing)

. Most definitely has ADHD! In class, she is constantly tapping her foot on bouncing her leg as a means of trying her best to keep focused.

. Has a collection of shirts that she has designated for sleep and loungewear because she's burned acid holes in them by accident. Sometimes she'll wear them to concerts and shows if the design is cool enough.

. Loves piggyback rides! Frequently will run and jump on the backs of the guys in the BakuSquad. Even Katsuki himself puts up with it after a while.

. While Katsuki is the 'mom' of the squad, Mina is the one everyone goes to when they need comfort. Denki will curl up in her lap after a long day, Eijiro frequently goes to her when his insecurities creep back in, Hanta shows up late at night and they talk in her room about nothing just because he doesn't want to be alone, and Katsuki, well, he shows up to her room, slams the door and complains for a solid half-hour after reading a particularly heartbreaking scene in a manga while she listens to every word and validates his feelings.

. Mina worries far more than people believe she does. Her bubbly, loud, personality usually masks it but she knows when people are lying to her about what's going on in their heads.

. Sitting properly in a chair physically bothers her. She'd much rather be hanging upside down off it.

. She lowkey likes that the boys get protective over her.

. Mina is the type of person who gets A LOT of random thoughts that pop up in her head and one of the few people who actually will engage with the sheer randomness of the ideas is Shoto. Not only does he engage, he comes up with his own! The two can talk for hours.

. Loves hosting 'spa parties' in the common area of the dorms, everyone is welcome to join.

. When road trips happen, she's making the playlists (technically, she and Kyoka switch off).

. Tries teaching Tenya, Izuku, and Shoto how to flirt. After a very embarrassing first hour, Shoto didn't learn a single thing, Izuku was only good at it when paired with Shoto and Tenya... Tenya had her SHOOK! Man has game and she made sure everyone knew!

. Has weekly meetings with Yuga where they drink tea and spill the tea.

. She is so damn ticklish. Hanta was teasing her one day, she warned him to stop, he received an elbow to the face for not listening.

. Tried to grow her hair out once but it didn't grow down... it grew OUT. Mina thought she rocked it, and she totally did but ended up having it cut back down so poor Tsyu could see in class.

. Wakes up early three days a week to practice her hand-to-hand combat with Eijiro. Mina wants to improve her technique and Eijiro needed to work on his mobility, it benefits them both.

. Just Dance is her favorite game, she dominates.

. Easily forms new interests.

. Won't admit it but she gets jealous super easily.

. Will be the first to attempt to throw hands for a friend! I HC she was picked on as a child for looking so different but it never really phased her too badly, she likes looking different but understands that not everyone thinks like she does. So, if someone were to say something about Mezo's facemask, she's stepping in to defend the guy without hesitation.

. Knows every TikTok dance EVER. If a new one comes out, she's mastered it by end of the day and her account is always up to date.

. (Popular idea but important to reinforce) Mina and Eijiro co-founded a club, Horn Buddies, specifically to make Eri feel more welcome. They take her on trips and group outings. The only horned person who's not allowed to join is Pony because she was rude as heck to Mezo.

. Mina gets extra competitive over board games.

. She can ice skate and roller skate like a champ.

. Mina is resilient, dedicated, and passionate. She has goals and the girl will achieve them.

Pro Hero - Adult Mina Headcanons

Warnings - Mentions of alcohol use and swearing

. Gets several tattoos and piercings.

. Starts a roller derby club with most of the girls from 1A.

. Loves going out to the hottest dance clubs just as much as she enjoys staying in and munching on take-out food with friends.

. The Horn Buddies club she formed with Eijiro has now expanded into regular society and both young heroes couldn't be more proud. Together they've formed a foundation that strives to help those with non-flashy, unconventional, or misunderstood quirks feel welcomed and loved.

. Does her best to shop small whenever she can. Mina wants to help her community in as many different ways as possible.

. Becomes a fashion icon for many small, just starting out, alternative clothing lines. They love her look and the standard she sets.

. Goes to fashion and runway shows with Momo on the regular. While Momo prefers buying right off the rack, Mina goes to thrift stores and buys items that are coming back into style.

. Does her best to stay in touch with her classmates. She really cherished the friendships she made and goes the extra mile to make sure everyone stays connected.

. Has told off Shoto's father. Sent the man an anonymous bag of flaming dog shit as well for making his son so damn stressed. Sorry, not sorry.

. As long as she isn't in the middle of a fight, Mina will always stop to take a photo with a fan or sign an autograph. In or out of costume, she doesn't care.

. In high school, Mina's room was always decked out for the holidays. She goes decoration crazy and it is always done well. But, now that she's an adult with that pro hero money and her own place, she's the best house on the block decorated for each and every holiday! Inside and out! Also throws holiday-themed parties.

. Got absolutely trashed with the BakuSquad one night and taught them all how to twerk. By the end of the lesson, she deemed Katsuki was the best of her students.

. Loves to drink. Is a lightweight. Katsuki and Eijiro have carried her home more times than they can count.

NSFW 18+ Mina HC Below - Minors DNI

Warnings: Drinking, rough sex, mentions of orgies, handcuffs, impact play, and praise kinks. Subtle sexual relations with BakuSquad, Jiro, Todoroki, and Ochaco.

. The Queen of stripteases and lap dances.

. If any of her friends are at a party or some event and they need a fake date, Mina is their go-to person. She's handsy. She's flirty. And has no problem with platonic make-outs.

. Always encourages kissing-themed games at parties. Seven Minutes in Heaven, Spin the Bottle, those sorts of games. Mina also loves to play cupid and has rigged a game or two to get people together.

. Has made out with every member of the BakuSquad at least once as well as Kyoka, Shoto, and Ochaco simply because she was curious.

. Has attempted to start an orgy with the BakuSquad before when intoxicated. Still mentions it in passing just in case they change their minds.

. Has gone further with Katsuki and Eijiro though. Maybe both at the same time once or twice or several times...

. Wonderfully filthy dirty talk. Can even make Katsuki blush.

. (A personal favorite of mine that was in a previous post) When they were first years, Eijiro asked innocently enough, to touch her horns. He was gentle but that didn't matter. Our poor girl was so damn flustered! Her face turned red bright, she felt hot, and she had to go take a very cold shower!

. Ei felt terrible about it. It took them both maturing for her to explain exactly why she reacted that way... and then asked him to do it again.

. Is likely to send NSFW texts and photos while people are indeed at work. She is a Pro Hero though so only certain people are allowed to have those photos. A scandal is the last thing she wants.

. Very good at communication and is not afraid to speak her mind about what she wants and needs out of a relationship and her sex life.

. Loud, very loud, very needy.

. Fuzzy handcuffs in every color she can think of and adores impact play.

. Let her know she's doing a good job, Mina responds well to praise.

. Big cuddler after sex. Wants to snuggle into you and more than likely take a nap.

[normally-alexis]

||Choked up

Pairings - Wilbur x Reader

Warnings - Heavily implied NSFW, Gore-related topics, knife kinks, spitting kink, Pain kink.

Summary - Nights before L'manburg was destroyed and Wilbur went insane you meet up with him and stay over.

Word Count: 1927

L'manburg was pretty much peaceful even though Dream and everybody else didn't want it on the server. It wasn't really bothering anybody so far even though some people, it's mainly just a place to get out of the tough rules of the smp.

You hadn't got into much trouble since you were partially on dream smp's side even though you switch sides pretty often. Whichever side would win you would switch to that side because you didn't want to pick sides you'd be a villain in either's eyes.

Hanging out with Tommy was fun even though he was three years younger than you. It wasn't weird since you both had a strong relationship with Wilbur and Philza. Philza was a father figure to all of you even though you weren't in the slightest related.

Growing up with Wilbur and Techno as best friends was pretty amazing, they taught you a few things throughout your teenage years. Philza before adopting Tommy was nicer to the three of you manly you and Techno.

Being the only female was different, you didn't have special perks as a kid, you were treated like a boy just with fewer responsibilities. Thinking back from when you were a kid towards now it was very rare for people to have kids on the smp. People just adopted children when you think about it.

Techno wasn't really in the Dream smp anymore he was with Philza somewhere out there. Tommy and Tubbo were kids and nobody really wanted them to do anything, they were still sorta young so they just joined L'manburg.

Nothing to stress about at the moment, still being one of the youngest adults of the smp gave you very few privileges. You had to take advantage of them while they lasted at the moment. Since it wasn't safe to live in L'manburg or on the Dream smp you had a bunker underground.

Why wasn't it safe? Anybody who picks sides cannot change that side, if you were on L'manburg's side you would be a big target considering you did have a private association with Dream.

You were underground sorting out some armor and some blueprints, you always have to move a lot if anybody ever saw you so why not be prepared? You kept sketching and erasing multiple times until you age up and burnt it.

The smoke was pretty bad to inhale so you move to an area where there wasn't much smoke at. It's pretty much clouding up the bunker and you start coughing, it's not that bad so you grab a potion and throw it on the burning blueprints.

It's not clouded up anymore even though you could have let it burn out. You drop your armor and weapons on the ground because you wouldn't be needing it at the moment. making your way over to your seat you sit down and look at all the notes in your notebook.

Flipping through the pages seeing if you found any notes you probably had written but most likely forgot were noted down. You stop at a page because it wasn't remembered from last time, it's a note from an anonymous person saying to come to the back of L'manburg.

You look back to see if anybody's there even though there's clearly nobody there. It must have been written early when you had left out. You push your chair out and then stand up, You take a moment and hesitate to think if you should do it or not.

It's a win and lose situation but what's life without a few risks? You leave from the seating of the area and walk over towards the ladder. Before climbing up the ladder you turn the lights off not wanting to draw any unwanted attention.

You grab onto the ladder and push yourself up placing your legs on the ladder, you climb up the ladder. Once you reach the top you push the top open and the trap door was forced open, you place one hand on the ground and place another hand on the ground.

You push yourself up and get on the top of the surface part of the ground. You take a small breathe and close the top. You push yourself up from off of the ground, you knew where L'manburg was since it was a pretty often visit.

You move throughout all the leaves and in vines, it's pretty normal to walk through it all. A few thoughts crossed your mind thinking about it, Dream wouldn't try contacting you that way he'd just catch you in the middle of the Dream smp and pull you to the side.

Thinking about meeting in L'manburg it would only be Tommy, Tubbo, Wilbur, Eret, Fundy, or Niki. It's not really Important who invited you but you really did want to know. You walk over to the area of the Dream smp and pass Tommy's house. It's pretty abandoned but you didn't bother starring at it too long.

You walk past it and walk towards the bridge that usually leads to L'manburg, you stop for a moment and hear a singing noise. It's not anywhere in sight per say but it's loud enough to hear. It's within the walls beside you and you put your ear on the wall.

It's more of a humming sound, you remove your ear from the wall and roam your hands along it. You hit a button along the wall not surprised but the wall opens up and the humming is more clear.

You enter inside of the cobblestone room not really expecting anything. The floor made a little sound when you entered inside of the room. You look on the ground and there's a few blood clots on the floor and some guts along with it.

You cover your mouth backing yourself backing into the corner. You sorta had a dislike of blood, not Hemophobia but it wasn't your favorite to be in a room filled with something dead. You look up and see Wilbur finishing cutting something up.

He already heard you since you had entered the room. He turns around and removes his gloves which were stained with blood. It's not a human thankfully but it's a dead animal, still very uncomfortable in this situation.

Wilbur looks up at you not very surprised  up at the moment, " What's wrong?" The whole display itself was wrong. You uncover your mouth smelling all the disgusting rotting corpses, "You're killing animals and letting them rot," How is he not disgusted? You roam around the room seeing more dead animals.

Wilbur tries explaining himself while coming towards you, but you get very distracted by all the blood splatter on the ground and much more graphic stuff. You weren't looking at him meaning that he knew your attention wasn't on his apology.

He grabs your hair and tugs on it making you shift your attention at him. Pulling and tugging on your hair really hurt because it's like being forced by Wilbur. As tough as you seemed whenever you had armor on being without armor is a completely different story.

"What's wrong tell me, you had a lot of nerve coming from somebody who would fuck literally anybody attractive enough," It's very weak of you to get degraded by somebody who doesn't even know how to defend himself.

"Or anybody who even found you attractive," You knew your worth but whenever somebody tells you something about criticizing yourself you'd just believe it and fix yourself. Was he right? You can't answer that yourself.

You had gone pretty silent and it causes Wilbur to get more aggressive with you. He knees your in your stomach not damaging your internal organs but it just made you feel weak and you tremble on your knees.

You grip onto your stomach squeezing it together, He's treating you like complete shit. He stops kneeing you and he pinches your cheek practically teasing you. You weren't even supposed to be meeting Wilbur at the moment.

Responding would get you in trouble and not responding would get you in more trouble. He's very agitated at the moment and he grabs the pocket knife from his pocket putting it towards your thigh.

"Can I Carve our Initials on your thigh," He asks you, You weren't too fond of punishment but you did like the attention being craved. You nod your head slightly and he removes his hand from your hair.

He grabs onto your thigh and you fall down stinging your back. He slowly starts carving your initials on your thigh, you don't make the loud noises you want to because he'll just end up cursing you out.

You wanted to curse so badly even though you liked it when he inflicted the pain, But why was it only acceptable when he did it. He was only done carving the 'W' halfway, you flinch and he messes up.

It a swerved 'W' and it looks very crossed out, He's upset with you and gets up from squatting. You try communicating with him, "Wilbur?" He's not necessarily listening to blocking out the thoughts.

He puts his foot in between your legs pushing it further near your shorts, His shoes against your clit. You can't tell what his original thoughts are, before you can even react he kicks you in your side. You fall on your face gripping onto your lower half, it's like a period without the loose blood clots.

He squats down and grabs onto your hair pulling you up making you look up at him, "Such a slut aren't you darling?" He spits on your face and it drips off of your face on the ground, is this really who you were such a despite slut that you would let a man do this to you?

Most definitely, you try smiling at him but it's a half-smile since you were in pain. "You holding up good slut?" He asks while looking you in your eyes, you nod as a response and try getting off of your sides.

You weren't damaged that badly you could always heal from it... He lets go of your hair once you were stable enough to stay on your knees. He takes his belt off and takes his pants down, he places the belt around your neck and ties it.

He takes his boxers off and grabs his dick which was already erected due to sadism. "C'mon slut, suck," He tugs on the end of the belt and you put your mouth on his dick, following rules in such a bad position in your life. Never would you have thought you would be sucking off Wilbur..

You take it slow at first not wanting to rush it since you weren't experienced as much, you mainly focus on the tip of his cock and rub your tongue over and over on his slit. Whenever he feels like he would release something he tugged on the belt making you gag on him.

It was hard to take him and focus on not being choked up by his belt, He's not the strongest of keeping his moans in. He climaxes inside of your mouth and some gets on your cheek, He wipes the semen off of your face.

"Is this okay darling?" he kisses your cheek and helps you clean yourself up, at least he did aftercare..

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If I Fell For You (Part 16) - Drowning

Summary: The reader’s night goes from bad to awful fast but thankfully Jensen shows up at the last second to stop things from getting any worse. But the guilt the reader feels over trying to end things with Jensen to protect him starts to become too much...

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Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 5,600ish

Warnings: language, being drunk, minor violence, scary situations, angst, fighting, fluff, offscreen death of minor character, anxiety, panic attack, minor injury

A/N: This chapter is a whirlwind! Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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It was a close to an hour later and you were halfway through a bottle of bourbon, laying on the back porch of your mom’s house, staring at the rafters and debating finishing off the whole thing.

“Y/N?” you heard. Your skin crawled as you sat up, spotting your father at the other end of the wrap around. “Are you drunk?”

“This would be an appropriate time to tell you that yes, I am and I also have this,” you said, reaching behind your and picking up a hunting rifle. “I might be plastered but I think that’ll only improve my aim. I’ll be nice and shoot for your balls first.”

“You got so much wrong about me kid.”

You fired a shot near his feet and he held up his hands.

“Why don’t you go jump off a bridge or some shit,” you said.

“Y/N.”

You pulled the trigger as he took a step forward and he jumped when it hit the window nearby. You pulled again but it just clicked as he walked closer. 

“Your new momma never taught you that kind of rifle only has two shots, did she,” he said. You tried to stand but got way too dizzy and fell down. 

“Well I can still tear you apart with my teeth,” you said. 

“You’re drunk and judging by your face, very upset. What happened to that boy you were with? I didn’t see him when I looked around.”

“Touch me and that boy will rip your head off.”

“This doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” he said, stepping far too close for your liking. You swung the rifle at him but he caught it and kicked the bottle away before you could get at it. “All grown up. Probably enjoy it now.”

You crawled back as far as you could, eyes darting behind him when you saw movement. You barely caught the brown hair and green eyes before your father was face first on the porch. You tried to stand but he yanked on your ankle and pulled you down hard. It took a long time to peel open your eyes again, your father now at Jensen’s feet. Jensen pushed down on his back while he talked on the phone to someone and it didn’t take long to hear sirens in the distance.

“For the record,” said Jensen as he walked over to you and crouched down, his belt around your father’s wrists, “I didn’t believe you for a second. Oh and you’re a dumbass but you’re my dumbass. Forever. Got it?”

“I couldn’t…” you trailed off. He nodded and took off his flannel, wrapping it over your shoulders. “I knew he would do something and I couldn’t have him near the kids or know they exist. I couldn’t-”

“I know, honey,” he said. “But don’t you dare ever do anything like that again.”

You put your head down sniffled, dizzy still as he rubbed your back before going back to watching your dad.

It took an hour or so before you could go home and you were sober enough to stand on your own. 

“Can I ask why you made the executive decision that you did?” asked Jensen, holding your arm loosely as you got into his car to head back.

“Because I’m stupid,” you said dryly from the passenger seat as he turned on his SUV.

“I mean more so why didn’t you come to me if you were scared? Why make up a lie?”

“You did let me go. You must have believed me at least for a few seconds,” you said.

“No, I actually didn’t.”

“You let me go.”

He was quiet until you got close to the brewery, Jensen pulling off onto the plot of land he owned next to it. You leaned your head against the cold window and he turned off the engine.

“This whole, tired, don’t talk to me attitude right now? Been there. Lived it. I know it’s bullshit.”

“You let me leave so you did believe me so-” you said, Jensen pressing a finger to your lips. 

“I am certain of very few things and you are one of them. I let you go so I could figure out what scared you so badly you’d lie, to me. There’s only one thing I can think of so before you even had a foot out of that house, I was calling people and I got put on with Detective Finn who worked your case as a kid and I find out that dick for brains sack of shit just moved practically down the street from us. It does not take a genius to put the pieces together.”

“Fine! I did it in some stupid attempt to protect you,” you said. You glared at him and he shook his head. “What?”

“I’m not gonna get mad at you.” You put your head back on the window and stared out to the dark trees, sniffling some. “Why do you want me to be angry with you?”

“Uh because I didn’t forget to turn on the washing machine or leave on a light. I lied. I lied so big that-”

“You lied to protect your family from a monster. Do I wish you had told me? Yes. But I fuck up so much and you’ve never once been angry with me for making a mistake and I’ll never be angry with you for making one either. I know you want me to be angry with you, feel like you should be punished for what you imagine is hurting me. But you didn’t hurt me, Y/N. You didn’t and I know you get that because so many times you’ve been on the other side of this and I know you’ve never once thought, oh yeah Jensen’s a piece of shit, let him really have it. No. Just no. So I’m not getting mad at you and I don’t know what to fucking say to make you feel better like you always do me and I’m so sorry he got so close to hurting you again. But I’m really good at fighting monsters in this family. So please next time, I don’t care if you’re scared of the bug on the wall or you think someone’s outside the house or what it is. If you’re scared, tell me and I’ll do my best to make it go away, I promise.”

“What do you do when you want to hate yourself for being an idiot?” you asked quietly. You heard him shift in his seat and you shut your eyes, the sound of a door opening and then another. Strong arms wrapped around you and you buried your face in his chest.

“I try to treat myself as kindly as she does. She would never hate me and she hates when I’m in pain. I see it all over her face. So I try to cut myself some slack and ask myself if she would hate me and when I realize no, I’m forced to forgive myself and it normally takes a few hours but it works pretty good. A lot of hugs and cuddling don’t hurt either.”

“Thank you for stopping him.”

“Don’t.”

“Thank you. I owe you so, so much.”

“You don’t owe me a damn thing. We got each other’s backs and that’s all there is to it. I’m just sad I missed you trying to shoot his dick off.”

“How did you know where to find me?”

“Find my iPhone. Also I figured that was a good place to check,” he said. “I would have been here sooner if Jared didn’t drive like a tortoise over to the house to watch the kids.”

“I’m sorry I scared you...and you had to do that tonight.”

“Oh punching your father was a personal highlight for me. Trust me,” he said. He stroked your cheek and you turned into the touch, eyes squeezing shut. “You’re safe.”

“He’s going to get out on bail and-”

“And we have a very good lawyer. Oh, and I know the mayor so fuck his ass, he’s not getting bail.”

You buried your face once again and he put a finger under your chin, lifting it up.

“You’re still scared.”

“He’s gonna get arrested for what, trespassing? Attempted assault? I was drunk and shot at him. He can spin it. He can spin it and be out on the street like that.”

“I’m going to ask the lawyer to do something else, something that maybe can take care of that problem.”

“What?” 

“Once a piece of shit, always a piece of shit. He’s been gone for fifteen years. I have this bad feeling you weren’t the only one. Or even before that.”

“Or maybe he just hates me.”

“You don’t have to be scared. I’m gonna take care of it.”

“Jensen, I know you don’t have to worry about the money but it might still not be enough.”

“It’s enough,” he said. “Or else next time I’ll be the one with the rifle.”

“You would kill him?”

“Honestly? Yeah if it came to it. I wish people like him died in car crashes, not innocent ones. We have every right to protect ourselves and our family and I’m not letting him touch the kids or you ever.”

“I should probably say that’s bad but I don’t disagree.”

“Money works a lot. A real lot. Maybe he did something super bad and he can rot in prison forever.”

“Maybe,” you said, spotting a cruiser pull up nearby. 

“Stay here, sweetie,” he said. He walked over while the officer got out. He spoke to Jensen for a moment, Jensen’s face a bit blank when he turned around. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Your dad had a heart attack in the backseat,” said Jensen quietly. You cocked your head and he shook his. “Your father. In the police cruiser that was taking him for booking. He was just pronounced.”

“He died?”

“He was really overweight and didn’t look to be in the best health. He probably got his heart rate up too high and...the officer said he’d escort us home, stay outside the house for the night, calm our nerves.”

“He’s really dead?” you asked. You looked over at the officer and he came over, giving you a quick smile. “He really died?”

“Yes mam.”

“What...happens now?” you asked.

“We’ll file the report but you don’t necessarily need to press charges anymore. You’re next of kin as far as we’re aware so the body…” he trailed off when he looked at you. “We can talk about this with your lawyer.”

“Thanks,” said Jensen. “We’ll be on the road in a minute.” 

The officer climbed back in his cruiser, Jensen leaning against the doorframe. He tucked your hair behind your ear, letting out a deep breath.

“Y/N,” he said. He stroked your cheek, your head turning up. “What is it, honey?”

“I don’t feel bad at all. I’m actually happy. That kinda is freaking me out a little. You shouldn’t be happy someone died.”

“Most people you’re right, you shouldn’t. But there are exceptions. He tormented you. He harassed you. He came after our family. I’m gonna sleep just fine tonight knowing he’s never coming back in our lives.”

“Were you scared of him?” He ducked his head down and you took hold of his hand. “Jensen.”

“Put it this way, I’d protect my family by any means necessary. What scares me was what if I was five minutes later tonight. Ten minutes. My job is to protect you and especially from monsters like that.”

“I’m a big girl Jensen. You don’t have to protect me from anything.”

“Yes I do, just like if it were me in your shoes I know you’d have done the same exact thing. We protect each other. It’s not because I’m the guy or I’m stronger. You’re my family and that’s what we do.”

“Thank you for protecting me and forgiving me for being stupid earlier,” you said. He smiled and nodded.

“You’re my dumbass and I’m yours,” he said. “Want to go home now?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I really do.”

“He’s really gonna spend the night?” you asked half an hour later in bed, Jensen shutting the door after himself. “He knows there’s a cop outside, right?”

“What can I say, Jared...he thinks of you like a little sister,” he said. “I can’t blame him for being protective.”

“I’ll be right back,” you said. You climbed out of bed and went downstairs, the light dim aside from where Jared was reading on the couch, a blanket over his legs. He looked over the top of the book and set it down, sitting up.

“Everything alright?” he asked. You smiled and took a seat on the edge of the couch, pulling him into a hug. 

“Thanks for staying,” you said, a pair of large arms wrapped around your back. 

“Of course.”

“You do know there’s nobody to bother us now, right?”

“I know. Some peace of mind never hurt anybody though,” he said. “Go on back to your fiance. You guys had a rough night.”

“Yeah,” you said, closing your eyes. “Thanks.”

He kissed your temple and you returned to your room, Jensen pulling you under the covers. You let out a deep breath, turning into his side. 

“Here,” he said. He started to take off his bracelet but you shook your head.

“It’s yours, Jensen. I feel safe, I promise.”

“You’re tense still, honey.”

“Still working on that not being so angry at myself thing,” you said. He smiled and kissed you quickly, laying an arm over your waist. “I know what you said but I still want you to be pissed at me for lying.”

“You didn’t hurt me.”

“But-”

“You didn’t hurt me, Y/N and you know what? Sometimes, you’re gonna hurt me and I’m gonna hurt you. We’ll have bad days and get annoyed with one another. I’ll leave dishes in the sink and make a mess of the closet. You’ll chew with your mouth open and never fill up your car with gas until it’s too low. We’re not perfect. But even if we do hurt each other, we forgive each other because that’s what you do. We’re not always gonna like each other and what we do but we’ll always love each other. I don’t want to be mad at you. I want you to feel safe and know that I understand why you did what you did. I do. Please try to let it go, for me.”

“I am trying,” you said quietly. You shut your eyes and turned away, his arm over you pulling you back against his chest. “You’re normal. I can’t just stop hating myself like that.”

“You think I’m normal?” he chuckled. “Me?”

“Did you ever have to punch Dee’s psycho father? Did you ever have to talk about protecting her? Did she ever put your family in danger? Did she ever-”

“Y/N.”

“Go away,” you said, pushing his arm off of you. You moved over farther on your side of the bed, tucking your covers under your chin. The bed shifted and you tried to move again but his arm pulled you straight back to his chest, fingers dipping under your ribcage and holding you in place. 

“I might not have had to have done those things for her but I would have. For the record, you didn’t put anyone in danger. That fucking asshole did. It is not your fault he was an evil and vile person. All you did was try to protect us because you were scared and I know, I know you didn’t tell me because you’re so scared of that man and I don’t blame you. He made my skin crawl and I interacted with him for all of five minutes. Get it out of your system however you need to but you are stuck with me forever. There is nothing you could do to make me want you gone so get used to it.”

“You shouldn’t have to deal with this,” you breathed out. You pulled your sheets over your head, taking deep heaving breaths. “You have so much to worry about already. You shouldn’t have to…”

“Did you think I couldn’t handle the news?” he asked. “That your father was so close by?”

“I thought you’d hate me,” you whispered. He tugged down your sheets and you squeezed your eyes shut as he turned you around.

“Look at me.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Now you’re angry.”

“Look at me.” You forced them open, meeting a soft face and sad eyes. “Why would I ever hate you?”

“My shit’s supposed to stay in the past. You don’t…” you said, Jensen furrowing his brow. “See, you’re mad.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Your shit stays in the past.”

“It means you’ve had the world’s worst fucking year and you’re in such a good place now and you need to focus on you and not have my shit come in and fuck that up.”

“Do you think I can’t take care of you?” he asked.

“No of course not.”

“It sounds like you’re saying that you think you can’t have problems cause I can’t handle it.”

“Well at least I got what I wanted with you pissed,” you said, glaring up at him, tears welling in your eyes. You tried to push away but he held his arm around you. “Jensen, let me up.” You pushed again and he glared right back. “Stop it. Let me out of bed.” He only glared and you tore your eyes away from his face. 

“Do you think I’m weak?”

“No,” you said, keeping your head low.

“Then why-”

“Because you need a fucking break. I dealt with this shit years and years ago. I understand needing a fucking break and people need to take care of you, help you. You’re a different man than the one I met way back in January. You’re so happy and healthy and you have a different outlook on life again and that’s incredible. I’m so proud of you for that. But you’re just, just out of the woods and I’m not gonna be the one that sends you back in because of my fucking problems.”

“They’re our fucking problems,” he said. “Our problems. There’s no your problems or my problems anymore. It’s us together. Why do you think I’d hate you?”

“Jensen,” you said, pushing on his chest. “Stop.”

“Why?”

“I said stop!”

“Tell me.”

“Because I’m scared,” you said. He let his hold go lax and you sat up, getting out of bed. You walked over to the balcony door and rested your forehead against the cool glass. The bed creaked and you felt his presence behind you. 

“You’re scared of me.” You scrunched up your face and nodded. “Why?”

“Because if you realized how fucked up I am, you wouldn’t come near me with a ten foot pole. I’m not supposed to cause you problems. I’m supposed to fix them, be there for you.”

“But I can’t be there for you. You assume I’m just a dick where it’s only me and my shit that we can work on right?” he said.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Relationships go both ways, Y/N. I don’t expect you to take care of me for the rest of my life. You are allowed to need help too.”

“You don’t understand.”

“No, you don’t understand,” he said, grabbing your arm and spinning you around. He was frowning, his voice an octave higher if you didn’t know any better. “Do you honestly think I would have been angry at you if you told me about your father being in town? Do you?”

“I put the kids-”

“For the last time, you didn’t put anyone in danger,” he growled. “What is going on with you?”

“How many times do I have to say it, I’m not supposed to cause any problems!” you said.

“Yes you are! You, me, the kids. We’re all gonna have fucking problems sooner or later. Why do you think I’d hate you for telling me you had a problem, sweetheart?”

You fidgeted with the bottom of your shirt, looking past him.

“Something with your dad, isn’t it. Something got triggered in you after that phone call with the detective, didn’t it.”

“Call Ray. Tell him to come over,” you said quietly. He nodded and grabbed his phone, sending off a quick message before he was guiding you to sit on the bed.

“Honey,” he said when you pulled away from him. “Okay, no touching. Can I get you anything while we wait for Ray?”

“Probably should tell that cop that we’re expecting someone,” you said, rubbing your hands against your thighs. “Fuck, tell Ray it’s the help thing. He’ll understand.”

“Okay,” he said with a nod. You rubbed your legs harder and he stared at you. “Y/N.”

“I’m trying not to have a panic attack,” you grit out. “I haven’t had one since I was eight.”

Your head was turned and you felt his hands on your cheeks, Jensen forcing a smile. You stared for a long beat before you took a breath, his head nodding. 

“That feels better,” you said, your hands not rubbing so hard. You heard feet and the door open, glancing behind Jensen to catch Jared in the doorway. You could feel your heart rate pick up, Jared nodding.

“I get panic attacks too,” he said. You nodded and Jensen glanced over his shoulder. “I heard arguing.”

“Can you tell that cop outside Ray is coming by and to let him in?” said Jensen.

“Sure. Who’s Ray?” asked Jared.

“Her mom’s old boyfriend and foster dad. He was her therapist when she was little. Something’s not right,” said Jensen.

“I’ll send him up as soon as he gets here.”

You felt calmer by the time Ray was walking in fifteen minutes later in sweats and not much more. 

“Hey kiddo,” said Ray, giving you a quick hug before he squatted down in front of you. “Doing okay?”

You shook your head and shut your eyes, Jensen holding an arm around you. He explained what happened, Ray staying quiet. You eventually opened your eyes to stare at the floor, Ray standing and pulling over the bench from the end of the bed to sit on. 

“Y/N do you want Jensen to stay?” he asked. You nodded and he hummed. “Y/N.”

“Yes,” you said dryly. “Can I have some water?”

Jensen got up and retrieved a glass from the bathroom, the pair of them watching you chug half of it down before you sat it on the nightstand.

“Y/N, does Jensen know what triggered you?” he asked.

“Not specifically. Asking for help he figured out but not the reason,” you said, looking away. 

“Well on the bright side, you didn’t have a panic attack, you worked through it, you trusted Jensen to help you through it even if he didn’t know why and some of your coping skills helped you out quite a bit. But this is something Jensen needs to know. You’ll need help in a relationship and I know this is the big one but he needs to know so this never happens again,” said Ray. 

“What if he thinks I overreacted?” you said.

“I won’t, trust me,” said Jensen. “Secret’s safe with me.”

“Go on, Y/N,” said Ray. You took a deep breath and Jensen held your hand, stroking his thumb over the back.

“So you kinda figured out that me having a problem was the trigger and that I didn’t ask for your help earlier and kinda assumed a bad reaction if I did.”

“Yup and that’s all okay,” he said softly. 

“It wasn’t because of you that I assumed you’d have a bad reaction. It was something that happened to me that sort of...default my head to react and anticipate things in a certain way in that particular situation.”

“So if you have a problem and ask for help, you assume the person you’re asking for help from will not take it in a good way?” he asked.

“Yeah, basically. If it’s a really big problem and if I anticipate that the problem would upset the person I’m asking then my head assumes this bad thing will happen. In that case, it assumes the much better option is to not reveal the problem at all and handle it myself because then the bad thing won’t happen,” you said.

“The bad thing. It’s bad isn’t it,” he said. “Really bad.”

“Y/N, remember you can share without the graphics involved,” said Ray. You nodded and leaned your head back.

“When I was six I broke something of my dad’s. A mug. His favorite mug. I picked up the pieces but I knew it was his favorite so I didn’t throw it out. I asked him for help putting it back together,” you said. “The amount of rage he had over a broken mug...I never experienced such a horrible day in all eight years as that one.”

He didn’t say anything and you tucked your feet up, holding one up to him and showing the bottom. He stared at it and cocked his head, narrowing his eyes. It took him a moment but you saw when he noticed the small little scars. His eyes flickered back to yours and you nodded.

“He hurt me badly,” you said. “All day long.” He stared at you and you told him exactly the way the scars came to be, Jensen shuddering and closing his eyes. “It wasn’t a good day.”

“Fuck,” he said, standing up and rubbing his arm. “You were six?”

He shook his head and went to the balcony door, taking a deep breath.

“Jensen. You alright?” asked Ray.

“No,” he said, turning around, looking to you. “That many times?”

“One for every broken piece,” you said. He ran his hands over his face and shut his eyes. “The worst thing was just that it went on all day. It was long enough for me to interpret it as conditioning for a result of an event rather than just a bad memory from everything me and Ray worked out back in the day. It hasn’t been a trigger for me ever really but we knew it could be someday for a big life problem potentially. I’m guessing with it involving my dad, it kinda sent me into overdrive earlier.”

“Jensen,” said Ray, shooting you a quick glance. “Y/N’s okay. I’m actually quite impressed with her behavior. There was no hesitancy or waiver in her voice. I don’t feel as though this will likely be an issue ever again now that it’s out in the open and her father is gone.”

“You’re the closest thing to a father she’s ever had,” said Jensen, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know every horrible thing that’s happened to her and, and you just...all you did was throw him out of the country for fifteen years?”

“First off, the law was different back then and it was a lifetime ban. Second of all, buddy, violence isn’t always the answer to violence,” said Ray, getting to his feet.

“You should have adopted her.”

“She didn’t want me to.”

“You were the damn adult. She was the kid. Act like one,” said Jensen. “I mean fuck, you adopted two other kids only a few years later.”

“If I had adopted her you wouldn’t even know she fucking exists,” shot back Ray. “Her father still would have come back and this would have happened regardless.”

“You should have done what you needed to the second he popped up again when she was a teenager.”

“I did not strike you as a violent man but I do not like it.”

“She was almost assaulted by that man again tonight,” growled Jensen. “He tortured her and tormented her and he got barely any time at all for that. I would have-”

“Why’d you call the police then?” he asked. Jensen swallowed and Ray shrugged. “Why back at the farmhouse did you call the police? You could have killed him, called it self-defense and been done with it. Why?”

Jensen looked down and Ray sighed.

“The price for being a good person is making hard decisions, Jensen. Would I have loved to have rid the world of that son of a bitch the second I learned all about him? Oh you don’t know the half of it. I’m a trauma therapist, Jensen. Mostly for kids and teenagers. Do you know how much fucked up shit I’ve heard in my life? The world has so much ugliness in it. But it’s got good too and that’s why you called the police like you were supposed to and that’s why she loves you. She needs a good man, not a violent one. I’m not saying don’t think about protecting your family. But don’t act on it unless you don’t have a fucking choice, kid. Understand me?”

Jensen nodded and Ray cleared his throat.

“Say it.”

“Yes, sir,” said Jensen quietly.

“Ray, don’t get mad at him. He’s not used to this stuff,” you said. You stood and pulled Jensen back to the bed, Ray crossing his arms and nodding. “If I ever feel this happening again, what should I do?”

“You could work on reconditioning instead,” said Ray. “Work on saying I have a problem to Jensen and ask for help, even if there isn’t a problem. If Jensen responds positively or even neutrally and you two work at it maybe an hour or so a day for the next week or two, I don’t think you’ll ever have to be afraid of that trigger coming back. All of your triggers Y/N have involved your father. I know similarities can set you off but they’re small, manageable. You never have to worry about anyone hurting you ever again.”

“I know. I should have trusted my partner to have my back,” you said.

“I don’t blame you. I didn’t before and I definitely don’t now,” said Jensen. Ray smiled and pulled the bench back over to the bed. 

“Get some rest you two,” he said. 

“Ray?” you said after he gave you a hug. “Why didn’t you adopt me?”

“Honestly?” he asked. You nodded, Jensen preening his ears. “You reminded me so much of your mother and I was devastated when we lost her. I should have been the adult and done what was right but after seeing her in pain for years...I didn’t have it in me to take on a grieving teenager that would have been just as angry back at me. She already was so angry then, I would have put fuel on the flames. I didn’t have it in me to be strong anymore and that’s my mistake for not trying.”

“You can adopt adults,” said Jensen. You both looked at him and he smiled. “Adults can be adopted.”

“Not sure if…” trailed off Ray as you smiled at him. “Y/N, we’ve only just started talking again.”

“Maybe if that keeps going well...maybe things could...work out…” you said. “If you wanted.”

“Yeah, maybe we can do that,” he said with a smile. “It’s getting late. Put her to bed. Don’t be surprised if there’s a nightmare or two tonight.”

“Okay. Thank you,” said Jensen as Ray started to leave.

“Take care of her kid,” he said. Jensen nodded and you lay back in bed, the house growing quiet. 

“I’m so sorry,” said Jensen, his head lowering after a few moments. “I should have realized…”

“You did realize,” you said, sitting up. “Even when my head couldn’t come out and say I trust you and I know I’m acting a certain way because of what my dad put me through, you stayed calm and figured it out. You got nothing to be sorry for.”

“I’m sorry he hurt you. I got to pretend to be a cowboy and my dad read me stories when I was six. The worst thing I ever got was a few smacks but I know he regrets doing that,” he said. “Even then it was because I was acting out not…I just don’t understand why he would ever hurt you.”

“I stopped trying to understand him a long time ago,” you said, the door opening. You both turned, Arrow walking in with a pair of wet eyes. “You have a nightmare, sweetie?”

“I went…to the bathroom…” she said when you noticed her holding her wrist. Jensen hopped up and walked over, picking her up gently and setting her beside you. “I fell down off the step stool. It was wet.”

“Tell me what hurts,” he said.

“My hand,” she said. 

“Let daddy see,” you said. She moved her hand back and you both saw her wrist was swollen and bruised. Jensen swore under his breath and guided her hand back on it. “Okay, you hold it if it feels better that way, honey. Daddy, I think Arrow should go to urgent care.”

“Arrow, why don’t you go get your dolly and we’ll bring her with us. We might have to wait a minute,” he said. “Be careful okay? I’ll come get you in just a minute.”

“Mommy?” she asked, staring up at you. 

“Mommy’s really tired-” said Jensen when you stood up.

“Uncle Jared is staying over though, daddy. Go get your dolly and mommy and daddy will get dressed,” you said. She sniffled but climbed down okay, Jensen sighing when she left the room. “She wants me there and I want to be there. I’m going.”

“Alright but you’re going to try and get some sleep in the waiting room at least, please.”

“No promises.”

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A/N: Read Part 17 here!

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Part Five. "You guys gossip about boys without me?"

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Y/n dropped her phone on the bed and slowly rolled off and onto the ground with a soft THUD. She grunted, falling harder than she expected but the dull pain now present in her right shoulder felt deserved somehow. Why did she think she deserved it? Maybe because she was an unconfrontational worm even when the person needed to be confronted because he hurt her more than anyone ever had.

She closed her eyes and wiggled to get comfortable on the thin carpet in her room. Laying on the ground was relaxing to her, forcing her gamer back to straighten to how it was intended. It helped her think, being on the floor. She didn't know why but she didn't question it. Just laid on the floor in acceptance with the dirt and forgotten candy wrappers.

Why didn't she want to respond to Peter? Well, years of being with him and even the months of not being with him had taught her that her ex liked to get his way and liked to take his anger out in her verbally when he didn't.

You could say she's heard some terrible things over very simple inconveniences.

Y/n slowly pattered to her desk and slid on her headphones, finding the discord server Dream said he and George were on. It was a server that a lot of their friends were in, one that Y/n hardly went in since she still hadn't met a lot of them and wasn't super comfortable with talking in it yet.

She scrolled through the various text chats, one for boredom, one for stream questions, one for memes, one for pictures of pets, one for.... discussing the inevitable takeover of rats...? Y/n wasn't sure what that was about but she knew she didn't want to find out. The list went on. She was pretty sure they had made a channel for every possible message someone could ever send.

There were equally as many voice channels, most of them titled with the names of different games for when they only played with each other and didn't stream. Some of them were just random names and she noticed there was one to match the rat takeover text channel. Okay, who was responsible for that?

After what felt like an entire scavenger hunt and with many new questions in her mind, Y/n finally found the voice channel Dream and George were in and clicked on it. It was called memerz-only.

"I'm not a memer, am I allowed in here?" she asked. She hadn't realized how messed up her voice was since she hadn't talked all day.

"Holy shit, Bug, you sound awful."

She scoffed a laugh. "Thanks, Dream. Really means a lot." She did sound pretty scuffed. Her voice was a little scratchy from not talking literally all day.

"You doing okay, Bugsy?" George asked kindly, to which she hummed.

“I just have one quick question...”

“Mhm?”

“This is simple, please don’t elaborate further. There’s a channel on this server... did you guys mean rat as in BadBoyHalo’s dog or rats as in rats?”

Neither of them spoke for a minute before George understood what she was referring to. “Oh! Rats as in rats.”

“Okay, thank you.” 

“Yeah, Quackity—“

“No!” she interupted. “No! I said I don’t wanna know. I really don’t. I’m too afraid to understand.”

“Wha- HA, okay.”

“Good choice, Bugsy. I wish I didn’t know what it’s about. It’s a lot weirder than you’d think.”

“Now that that’s settled,” Dream said with a laugh. “How are you doing, Bug?”

"Neither of you are streaming, right?" she asked, doubling checking the twitch app on her phone to be sure.

"No."

"So I don't have to pretend to be happy and bubbly?"

"No, you can be as mundane as you'd like," Dream said. "We don't mind."

"Yeah, honestly, most of the time when Dream and I are on calls alone it's just us being super boring and hardly talking."

"That's..." she paused to find the right words and decided with, "actually really cute. You guys just enjoy each other's presence."

George scoffed and Dream giggled. "See, even Bug says we're cute, Georgie! Why can you tell me you love me?"

"I'll leave right now if you don't stop," George threatened. "Can we go back to how Bugsy's miserable?"

"I'm not miserable, I just..." she hesitated. She had already told George about why she was having a bad day, but Dream?

She didn't want to tell Karl because she knew he would yell at her. She didn't want to tell Sapnap because she didn't trust him not to tell everyone (on accident, of course). For some reason, it was a different kind of hesitation than with the others that made her not want to tell Dream. She didn't want to tell him because she didn't want to be... embarrassed? Maybe that was it. She thought it would be embarrassing to tell Dream about how her ex-boyfriend treated her like shit and how now he wants to get back together with her. Plus, she knew how everyone else individually would react but Dream was a complete mystery. Maybe he'd yell at her too and say she's stupid for being affected by an ex. Maybe he'd break down crying for some reason? Who knows?

"You don't have to tell us," Dream stated. "Seriously."

"It's embarrassing," she said, tucking her feet beneath her on her seat. As she said the words, she decided they felt right. She was embarrassed. "But George already knows."

Above everyone else, Y/n was okay with telling George about her situation because he and her tended to talk about their troublesome relationships quite often. He always came to her for advice and she to him. They were very similar in their ways of thinking and seemed to have lots of similar dating stories, even if neither of them knew what the hell they were doing. She knew he'd never judge her for thinking unclearly since he tended to do the same.

George hummed, not knowing what to say since she hadn't said much. She could tell he didn't wanna say something that might make Dream more nosey and start hounding her about telling him.

"What hap—never mind. Not my business," Dream said quickly.

"No, I mean, I kinda wanted to talk to George about it again anyway so I guess you can join in on the gossip." Guess my mouth decided for me on this one, she thought.

"Wait, what? You guys gossip about boys without me?"

"Oh my gosh, don't say it like that, Dream," George groaned. "Bugsy and I talk about relationship problems a lot, yes. Not just boys."

"How did I not know this?"

"Because you don't know a lot of things?"

"It's normally George sending screenshots of text conversations with girls and asking me how to let them down gently," Y/n explained with a giggle.

"Or Y/n talking about her asshole ex."

"George! What do you and Karl not get about not calling him names?"

"I'm so lost," Dream mumbled.

Y/n sighed. "Okay, well," she cut herself off with a groan. "It's so embarrassing. Basically, my ex asked me to 'chat' this morning which is code for he wants to get back together—"

"Do you know that for sure?" Dream asked.

"Yeah, we already decided that," George snapped. "Let her finish."

"Sorry."

"So he wants to get back together and I feel stupid for wanting to listen to what he has to say."

"How is that embarrassing?"

"Because he hurt me and I feel like an idiot because him even suggesting that means he doesn't realize how badly he hurt me. It makes me feel like, I don't know, like all the time I spent being upset was for nothing," Y/n explained in a soft voice. "And because his simple, like, five word text made me freak out all day to the point of exhaustion."

"I don't think you should be embarrassed, Bugsy," George offered.

"Have either of you, uh, have you ever considered dating an ex?"

"Didn't you just say he hurt you badly?" Dream asked. "You aren't thinking of getting back with him, are you?"

"No... but I want to stay friends so maybe I should hear him out?"

"Well, I've never gotten back with an ex," he said bluntly. "But to be fair, all my relationships have ended badly or for bad reasons so I've never wanted to see any of them again. Staying friends depends on why you and he broke up, I guess, but..."

"Um, how do I put this..." she trailed off. "He was mean to me."

"Then no? Simple."

"But I've forgiven him and I think he's changed."

"People don't change that easily. Didn't you break up like, a few months ago?" George asked.

"Yeah, but—"

"Honestly I think if a guy was ever mean to you he doesn't deserve any more of your attention," Dream decided. "So, no. Don't even be his friend. Don't listen to a single thing he has to say."

"That's what I told her," George agreed.

"If that were the case, you guys shouldn't be friends," she argued. "You're mean to each other all the time."

"But we know it's a joke," George defended.

"So you're saying if someone is ever purposefully mean to you just once, you drop them forever?"

"Well, no," Dream said. "Not exactly. But it sounds like he was super mean to you since it's why you broke up."

She took a deep breath. She didn't want to go into detail. She was already uncomfortable enough talking about her personal life so much, but she trusted both of them and needed to get it off her chest and they were there and willing to listen. They had already established wanting to listen to her if she wanted to speak and right now, she wanted to speak. Maybe not the full story, but at least some. "He, um, well, the mean things he said, he said because he was trying to get me to see what he thought was the truth about myself."

Both of them were silent for a few moments. "I'm still confused," George admitted.

"Me too... But you don't have to tell us." Dream explained again. She thought it was sweet that they kept reassuring her that.

"I know, but I want to. If it's not too much for you guys..."

"No, go ahead, if you want."

"Uh, he lowkey emotionally manipulated me by telling me I wasn't good enough for anyone and stuff and how he was the only one who could ever love me. The second part he said truly believing that he was being romantic. There are a lot worse and specific things engraved in my brain but that's the gist of what he would tell me. He made me believe that I could never leave him because I could never be loved by anyone else. But he said it all in a way that... he thought he was just... letting me in on something no one else had the guts to tell me."

George gasped. "What?! Bugsy, I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was like that."

"Woah, what the hell? No. Absolutely not. Don't give this guy a second thought. Cut him off for good," Dream said sternly, angry that anyone would say that to anyone, especially to someone like Y/n. "Wait, so, you broke up with him?"

"Yeah. After Karl yelled at me a lot and explained his outside point of view, I finally realized Peter was gaslighting me and emotionally abusing me and stuff so I dumped him. I guess right now I'm just upset by it because I thought we were past this and I was healing and him reaching out affected me again. I'm just emotionally exhausted. Like I said, it hurts to know that he doesn't realize what he did to me."

"I'm really sorry, Bug," Dream said softly. "Gimme his address and I'll punch him for you."

She laughed through her nose. "That's okay. Thanks."

"Yeah, she can go set his house on fire if she wants. She's proven that already."

"Shut up, George," she said with a small laugh.

"Wh......at?" Dream stuttered and George briefly explained.

"Well, Bug, just so you know, in case you weren't aware, you're really cool and sweet and funny and we really like having you around–" Dream started.

"Oh, ugh, no don't do this," she tried to joke but he ignored her as he continued his speech.

"–and you're way too good to be hanging out with either of us, and whatever that asshole was showing you wasn't love. 'No one could love you like he did' because what he was doing was not love, it was abuse." Dream's voice had a certain gentleness to it as he spoke that comforted Y/n and made her believe him. He was blunt but it didn't stab her in the heart like it should have.

If Y/n ever cried, she might have just then from how sweet they were both being. But she didn't because that wasn't something she did. She never cried over anything Peter said, never cried during movies, and didn't cry then. But she did smile very fondly at the Discord screen in front of her.

"Thank you, Dream."

"You know I'm not good with words, but, yeah, what Dream said," George said. "I'm sorry you had to go through that thinking it was normal. Please, please, do not get back together with him and please don't be friends with him."

"He's fine as a friend though."

"Bug. Whether he's fine as a friend doesn't matter, he doesn't deserve to have you as a friend. He treated you like shit, it's okay to be a little cold to him."

She sighed. They were right. "Okay." There was a long pause before, "thanks, guys. Sorry for coming in here and dumping my problems on you—"

"Don't be sorry," George said. "We're the ones that asked you to come in and share. We knew what we signed up for and don't regret it."

"Seriously, Bug, we care about you. You're allowed to, you know, talk about yourself." How did he know that's what she meant by that sentence? The way he could read her mind was heart-warming.

"Also, George knows this but Dream, there's a strict no-telling policy about this kinda thing. Please don't tell anyone."

"I wouldn't even think of it," he promised. "My lips are sealed."

"Good."

A soft animal noise came from one of their mics and Y/n strained her ears to listen. "Was that a cat?"

"Patches has entered the chat," George joked.

Dream chuckled. "Yeah, my cat just jumped on my lap."

"Aw, you have a cat? Lemme see lemme see lemme see!" Y/n begged. "Partly because I would love if we could stop talking about my ex-boyfriend and the other part because I love cats."

"There's pictures of her in the pets channel on Discord—"

"No, no I want a picture of her on your lap. Is she all snuggled up?"

"Yeah, she is."

"PleASE, Dream. I need to see the snuggly cat."

"Fine, fine, if you insist. Give me a second."

A few moments later, she got a DM from Dream and smiled at the picture. His room was dark but the computer screen cast a cold glow over a ball of fur on a lap clad in sweatpants. "Awww, she's so cute."

"Dream, I wanna see it too," George whined. "Send it to the pets channel."

"I'm literally making this my lock screen," Y/n informed, making Dream laugh.

"No, George, it's only for Bug. She's had a bad day so she gets exclusive Patches content."

"What? That is so messed up."

"You know what's messed up, George?" Dream asked. "You never come to me with advice on how to reject girls. We're on the phone for 12 hours a day but you can't talk to me about girls? Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"You'll just make fun of me."

"Why would I? What makes you think that?"

"Because Sapnap and I make fun of you? So obviously you and him would make fun of me?" George said with a laugh.

"....that's fair."

Y/n locked her phone and clicked the home button to admire her new lock screen. "I love her," she whispered.

Dream and George both laughed. "I'm regretting sending you that. You're gonna, like, make a shrine or something."

"What would be wrong with that? She's precious. She deserves a shrine."

"Yeah, Dream, you're the one that feeds her gormet cooked food," George teased with a laugh. "You probably have a shrine."

"That's normal! That's what people feed their cats! That's completely normal!"

"I don't," George countered.

"Then what do you feed your cat?" Dream asked.

"I dunno, normal cat food?"

"Wait! You have a cat too??" Y/n asked. "I feel like we're missing a huge detail and it's that George never told me he had a cat."

"And a dog."

"WHAT? GEORGE! Send me pictures!!!!!"

"I can't right now, it's like three am. They're sleeping. Look in the pets channel."

"You're the worst," she grumbled, clicking and scrolling to find his pets. She saw a lot of cute pictures of other peoples pets along the way but couldn't find George's.

"Hey, do your animals have English accents?" Dream asked, making Y/n laugh.

"What?" George scoffed. "You're so stupid."

"How would that even sound?" Y/n asked.

"Like..." Dream thought, preparing to test out how it would hypothetically sound. "Meow," Dream meowed in his best accent, failing miserable.

"Oh gosh, never do that again," Y/n begged.

Dream laughed into his mic. "That was disgusting. George, I really hope your pets don't have accents."

"They're animals, so probably not. And if they did, it definitely wouldn't sound like whatever that was."

"Oh come on–"

"OH I FOUND THEM." Y/n announced as she found a message from George in the pets channel with the message 'heard we're sharing our pets'. "GEORGE. THEY'RE SO CUTE."

"Are you gonna make them your background picture now?" George asked.

"What, no way! It's Patches!" Dream scoffed.

"Yeah, I'll make George's pets my home screen. Oh, what a good day." As soon as she said it, a metal bowling ball fell to her stomach, reminding her of all the reasons it was, in fact, not a good day.

She got off after a while, feeling the weight of a particular idiot man's stupid simple text catch up with her again. She thanked Dream and George for letting her join, they invited her to always hang out with them, and she went on her way.

Y/n fell on her bed and curled up under the covers as her mind started to wander from Peter to Dream. She was really glad she met him. He was a really good person and he was always so incredibly kind to her. George and Sapnap and Karl were all great friends, so caring and understanding and always looking out for her, but Dream was different and she didn't know why.

Maybe it was because he seemed untouchable still, like he had no reason to hang out around someone like her. But he wasn't untouchable in the celebrity was since he had a large following, because all of her friends did and they didn't seem untouchable. Then what was it? What set him apart from, say, Karl? She trusted Karl with her life and had known him for quite a while. She knew Dream for maybe a few weeks and almost trusted him the same amount.

Why?

She picked her phone up off the bed and pulled up Twitter, deciding to DM Dream since he was already existing in her mind rent-free. Might as well make him pay his rent by bothering him.

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