#i'd pay for everything.. i'd go to work to provide for them...

[serpulalacrymans]

Do you like the idea of someone relying on you to stay alive, Lawrence?

I.. Do. I do.

Not just to survive, but to live. To have someone to come home to.. Someone who not just needs only me but wants only me.. A mutual relationship of reliance.. Someone who has nowhere to be, nothing to do, no one to meet. Someone who doesn't want any of those things..

Mmmm~...

[empyrealix]

⊹ ࣪˖ THE BRIGHTEST DAYS | #CS55

pairing. carlos sainz x clinical psychologist!reader

synopsis. you've just graduated from university with a degree in clincial psychology. this monumental event obviously has to be celebrated by both you and carlos

warnings. none

note. thank you so much for the request! i hope you like it <3

MASTERLIST ; requests open

yn

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yn i feel so incredibly proud to finally graduate (with a degree in clinical psychology). i, honestly, couldn't have done any of it without the never ending support of my family, my friends, and my lovely boyfriend. if you need any psychology textbooks, i'm selling mine (joking, but not really)

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charles_leclerc do you provide therapy sessions now?

yn only if you pay me

charles_leclerc i think i need some after ferrari

yn my very professional advice would be to leave ferrari

charles_leclerc i would never do such a thing

user1 OMG?? CONGRATULATIONS 🎉

user2 YN'S A WHOLE DOCTOR OF PSYCHOLOGY NOW

carlossainz55 i've seen how hard you've worked to achieve this, and I couldn't be more proud of you, mi vida <3

yn stop, i'm gonna cry, you're so sweet i love you so much

lando noo, don't cry, you're too sexy haha

yn shut up, lando

carlossainz55 shut up before i cut your brakes

lando williamsracing do you see this?

williamsracing Please do not cut lando's brakes carlossainz55

user3 i want to BE her

user4 i'd gladly buy the textbooks

alex_albon congratulations, yn 🥳

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 my girl is a clinical psychologist!! i'm so incredibly proud of you and everything you've achieved. i cannot wait to watch you embark on this new chapter

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user5 carlos' dad liking yn's post but not carlos' post is so funny to me

yn carlosito i love you so much <3 your endless support has meant so incredibly much to me over the past few years. i can't begin to tell you how much it means to me that you (and carlos sr and reyes) came to my graduation

carlossainz55 there's nowhere i'd rather be than your graduation, amor

yn 🥺

user6 carlosito? oh, that's the cutest thing ever

user7 carlos sr AND reyes went to her graduation? i'm sick

charles_leclerc please tell your girlfriend that telling me to leave ferrari is not good professional advice

carlossainz55 no can do. leaving ferrari worked for me

charles_leclerc thanks for this utterly useless advice 😀

yn it's very sound professional advice, charles

charles_leclerc no

user8 yn is STUNNING

user9 that's dr yn yln to you

user10 i think we moved on from carlos' parents going to her graduation too quick

yn

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yn finally back here now that my exams are over (forever) and i've graduated (that is still very insane to me)

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carlossainz55 mi amor, why are you in the aston martin garage??

yn i had to go say hi to THE fernando alonso

kimi.antonelli come to the mercedes garage next ‼️

olliebearman ignore kimi, come to haas next

kimi.antonelli NO?

gabrielbortoleto_ umm, ignore both of them? i want to see you

isackhadjar you're very welcome to the vcarb garage, yn!!

liamlawson30 second that

carlossainz55 no?? she's MY girlfriend, she's here for ME not for any of you rascals. stop trying to take her from me

gabrielbortoleto_ too late, hehe

carlossainz55 WHAT DID YOU DO

gabrielbortoleto_ nothing

kimi.antonelli i say we storm sauber and rescue yn

olliebearman i agree

isackhadjar on behalf of me and liam, i agree

carlossainz55 for once i actually agree with you rascals

user11 what is going on in this comment section

user12 i don't know, but it's very entertaining

astonmartinf1 you're welcome back to the garage anytime, yn!

yn thank you!!

carlossainz55 what about williams?

yn they have better pastries at aston martin

carlossainz55 ???

user13 carlos fighting for his life in these comments

yn

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yn finally got my first big girl job

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user14 i remember the late night breakdowns on the ig stories and now look how far we've come

yn that was NOT a good time

charles_leclerc you've grown so much 🥲

yn i'm older than you, leclerc shut up

charles_leclerc by like A YEAR?

yn idk what sort of rich kid school you went to in monaco, but that's considered being older

lando they're fighting again scuderiaferrari williamsracing

scuderiaferrari This is your public account, Charles

williamsracing yn is not employed by us, so it is not our concern what she does on her personal account

carlossainz55 dinner tonight to celebrate this?

yn yes, yes, absolutely (as long as you pay; i'm still drowning in student debt)

alex_albon why are you using the ig comments to plan a date? just text like NORMAL people

carlossainz55 because it's more fun

yn i don't know actually- oh, yeah, sure, whatever carlos said

user15 why is charles constantly under attack in these comments

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 my favourite girl ❤️ congratulations on your new job, i couldn't be prouder of you (yes, she made me post the picture of the pasta)

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user16 i love how she just asks him to do things and he's like yes ma'am

yn the pasta was 10/10 by the way

carlossainz55 and the company?

yn eh, 6/10?

carlossainz55 mi vida 🥹

yn noo carlosito, i jest, the company was 100/10

alex_albon he almost cried, just so you know

user17 they're both so HOT it's so unfair

lando when's it MY turn❓

yn your boyfriend is throwing a fit again carlossainz55

carlossainz55 he's NOT my boyfriend

lando how could you? i thought we had something

carlossainz55 we did not

lando i think i need therapy after this

yn i have a free session on friday?

lando perfect

[majinbangus]

I literally just wanted a sugar daddy/mama!au. Maybe I'll talk about sugar daddies!141 x sugar baby!reader after this. I am not an expert in sugaring, so bear w me here. readers age is not told either, but i imagine reader to be younger than price.

Times are tough; the 141 need funding the government isn't willing to cough up. Price's solution? Getting them a sugar mama.

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You never expected your profile to be picked. It was a silly thing you signed up for in a moment of weakness when you were feeling sad and lonely, wallowing after a messy break up. You even forgot about it after a week, throwing yourself in your self-made business, working when you didn't have to, but you needed to bury yourself in it. It's no surprise you forgot all about your little profile, but it is a surprise when you see a missed inquiry from a Mr. John Price about a day old.

Hello, darling. I've never been on this side of the message before, but my boys and I don't have many options, and I needed a solution fast. I saw your profile and I think you'd be a good match for us. We're a package deal, the four of us. You don't have to pay us exactly, we just need some funding for our work. My boys and I are willing to provide you with any type of company you desire. We don't mind sharing and we take care of what's ours. There are other little details we can go more in depth later, although I might not be able to tell you everything. I'd like to hear what you have to say and any questions you may have. Hope to hear from you soon, Capt. John Price

Everything about the message is... strange... to put it kindly, but you can't help but feel this Capt. John Price is being sincere. Maybe that's a naive, lonely part of you that's convincing yourself that the message is real and not some scam. Maybe you're desperate enough to believe someone- four someone's!- actually have an interest in you.

For what you can give them, but you're not entirely innocent either. This Captain Price- you assume he's military- said he and his boys will give you what you need, and if he's a man of his word, maybe they can distract you from all the noise in your head.

You stare at the message. It wouldn't hurt to take a risk, would it? You can always block the man if he ends up being a creep.

It takes you an hour to finally work up the nerve to craft a small message back to the man. It takes less than a minute for him to respond.

Glad to hear from you, darling. I'll tell you everything you need to know.

-

The rules are simple.

You fund them with enough money each month they need it for however long they need, and they'll give you all the companionship you want. Whether that's sexual or not is up to you. It doesn't matter to them, though John informed you that if it is sexual, you would need to discuss any limits with the other men yourself. With him, you got to briefly stutter through your likes and dislikes, and he did the same, after discussing all of the rules and expectations.

You don't know if you should be thankful or not when he listened with such intense focus. Like you were briefing him on a mission or whatever it is captains like him do. It makes you nervous. He makes you nervous. Not quite in a bad way, but you've never done this before. The idea of paying another person, well this task force, in exchange for some company to fill your pathetic void feels kind of... sad.

You almost talk yourself out of this whole crazy thing, but you're also kind of curious what could come of it. If John and his boys will really be able to distract you and make you forget how lonely you are.

Being alone, being lonely, never really bothered you before, but after your last relationship... It opened up some old wounds and this sugar arrangement could be the perfect distraction. If only for a while. You'll take whatever you can get at this point.

You look over the messages John sent you, lingering over the pictures he sent of him and the other three men. Well. Two men. John told you this Simon guy would show you his face himself if he wanted to. You don't know if it's a sexual thing or not or something else entirely. You were too afraid to ask, and you don't really know if you want to know. But the other three are handsome, if the pictures John sent aren't fake.

You're still not entirely sure you should trust him. Trust that you're not gonna get all your money stolen. The site you signed up on is reputable for sugar mamas and sugar babies. You couldn't find a bad review written about it. Only positive testimonies with positive outcomes. That could be suspicious in and of itself. Hopefully, you didn't make a mistake.

John said that he would meet you next week when he had time off. Alone. In a public space, but alone. He said he didn't want the boys to overwhelm you, and you're grateful for his consideration because you would have been overwhelmed if you met all of them at once.

You still have time to cancel, if the nerves get to you and you chicken out. John even told you you could back out any time you wanted. But. You want to do something different. You need to do something different. Get yourself out of your head and focus on anything else that doesn't make your mind feel like static.

These men can help with that. This'll be good for you. Probably.

As long as this doesn't end up with you mysteriously disappearing or getting murdered, you'll be content with whatever happens. Besides, it's good to do something out of your comfort zone, and what better way than becoming a sugar mama to four military men who can give you all the company and care you could ever want? Hell, that sounds weird to think about.

There are still little things you have to work around, such as their schedules, but John promised that at least one of them would always come when you called. Already, that gives you more comfort than he could ever know, and perhaps that's foolish of you, but it truly meant a lot when he told you that.

You scroll down to the last message John sent and feel something in your gut flutter.

Can't wait to meet you, Mama.

-

this might an anthology of sorts. maybe have some loose plot to it. idk.

[streamdotpng]

Quick sale till... march? Maybe? Who knows, i'm trying to get verified in Vgen so i'll keep the sale going until i reach that or if there's too many orders

If you'd like more examples of my works, feel free to check the tags commission work, rendered, my art or ask for more in DM’s!

You can either commission me through Vgen or here. I'd appreciate it if its through vgen so i can get verified but if you don't feel like it, shoot me a DM and we can talk there.

Now, read everything below first before commissioning me.

🗐 COMMERCIAL RIGHTS

⚲ IMPORTANT!

Upon commissioning the artist, the client automatically agrees to the terms of service provided, as it is assumed they have read them. If there are any questions or concerns, feel free to reach out through DMs or my other socials.

No additional payments are required for the following, as long as credit is given with my handle "@streamdotpng" whenever used:

✔ Icons, Banners, Thumbnails, and Posts used for streaming or other content purposes.

If the art is used for commercial purposes, with the artist’s consent, the artist will receive an agreed-upon percentage of the sales profits.

✒ GENERAL

The Artist has the right to refuse a commission if they are not comfortable or confident about the request.

The client is allowed to ask for progress updates every 2-4 days and are freely given.  If it is a rushed commission, feel free to ask for more frequent updates.

By commissioning the artist, the client acknowledges that the artist is a student and this is not the artist’s full-time job. The client should not expect the artist to treat it as such.

Communications will generally be done in Vgen Chats (Please check your emails for chat notifications). Unless you prefer to communicate in other applications, that is also allowed as long as you let me know. Scroll down to see the end of my Terms of Service for my contacts or check the links in my profile.

Under any circumstances, Clients are not permitted to use any part of the commissioned artwork for non-fungible tokens (NFTs), blockchain, cryptocurrency platforms or AI Training. Such usage is strictly prohibited and may result in legal action taken.

✎ᝰ. CAN, MIGHT & WON’T DRAW!

╰┈➤ CAN DRAW !

Fanart

Shipping [GL, BL, Straight, Yumeship]

Original Characters

PNGtuber Models (e.g Blinking, Speaking)

Character sheets

╰┈➤ MIGHT DRAW ! (We’ll need to talk more about these requests)

Anthropomorphic animals

Heavy Armor

Excessive Gore

Comics

Complicated backgrounds (e.g. Detailed interior, buildings etc)

Honestly, if it isn’t in the "Can Draw" list, let’s talk about it!

╰┈➤✖  WILL NOT DRAW !

Depiction of suicide and self harm

Depiction of any type of hateful/political art

Anything that crosses my personal boundaries 

⏱ TIMELINE & WORK PROCESS

Work completion will take at least 1-2 weeks minimum, depending on the amount of commissions worked on. 

My work process simplified: Draft and Line Art ➤ Colouring ➤ Final Touches.

My work process expanded on: Draft ➤ Line Art ➤ Flat Colours ➤ Shading ➤ Final Work.

After completing each stage, I will contact you for either payment or revisions and thoughts. 

$ PRICING & PAYMENT

Prices vary depending on the commission. I’m flexible, but here are some base prices:

$5-10 USD depending on the background

$10-15 USD per person added

Note: There can be additional charges due to PayPal fees.

Half the payment is expected to be paid upfront Post-Draft or Post-Line Art. The rest of the payment will be paid fully after the Flat Colours are seen and approved. If payment hasn't been received, the Artist will not continue until then.

The option to fully pay upfront is allowed but must be talked about before sending over the money.

No refunds are allowed after the draft has been sent.

You can pay through PAYPAL, KOFI or VGEN

↺ REVISION POLICIES

Once the coloring stage begins, the only major revisions permitted are details that the artist may have missed and was specified by the client while the commission was still in the sketching/lineart stage (e.g. a missing tattoo that’s essential to the character’s design).

If the client is unsatisfied with the commission Post-Line Art, the artist is willing to discuss and make minor edits as stated prior (e.g. adjusting colors). However, the artist will not redraw the piece and expects full payment, as the client should have specified in the sketch stage the changes they wanted to be made.

The client may not hire another artist to adjust the image without the artist’s consent.

The artist is willing to edit the image post commission for the commissioner, but may charge a small fee depending on what is being asked of them

🛈 RUSHED COMMISSIONS

Rush Fees apply. Contact me first to discuss how much you’re willing to pay for the rush fee.

The fastest turnaround time is 1-2 days (maximum 4 days) with the same quality as my usual work.

For short deadlines, you must be responsive when it comes to communication. It'd save us both the headache and worry.

▸ DISCLAIMER!

Breaking or disrespecting the rules of the Terms of Service will lead to a permanent ban and you will be blacklisted. It means, users who break the Terms of Service will lose the rights to commission me.

However, I may allow second chances. Blacklisted users can contact me with proof of improved behavior to request removal.

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…and that’s about it? Just don’t expect me to be obligated to draw something and we’ll figure something out. Not to mention that depending on how much commissions i’m getting and how busy i am, the art will take atleast a few days to a week!

If you got references, provide them! It’ll help alot. You can also ask for progress updates, just don’t mind me accidentally not seeing the message bc this is tumblr and I don’t get notifs for some reason.

That’s about it, thanks for seeing this yall. Again, If you want to see more examples, simply look at my art tags in my account or send a DM and i'll send some over there.

[fuck-customers]

okay so it's been two years since i've worked there and gotten fired and had legal action threatened against me if i didn't pay them back so i don't care if they find out i'm shit-talking them anymore please never apply to work at or shop at the yellow and black general store! they will fire you for any perceived slight and will accuse you of theft with no proof or reasoning! in december a couple years back we were having our store christmas party. everything was completely fine and we were having fun until the district manager dragged me into the office (i had no idea what the fuck was going on) and sat me down in front of the computer, silently shoving a phone against my ear. i then proceeded to get yelled at by the guy in charge of security and asset protection for swiping over 400 dollars. believe me, i've definitely thought of taking all the money out of the safe and running because i'm a petty bitch but i'd never do it because it would easily be traced back to me and its definitely not worth it for like, $1500 tops. but no matter how many times i asked to see the footage of me doing it or asking them to provide any proof of me doing it, he just got louder and more aggressive and eventually just said 'okay if you refuse to make a statement today we'll take you to court then and the company's got really good lawyers' both asset protection and the dm badgered me into making a statement and signing a document saying i was at fault, and then further threatened me with more legal action if i didn't pay the $400 back (which in hindsight is DEFINITELY extortion and INCREDIBLY illegal and i could have pressed charges back but i was too worried about this incident leaving a really bad mark on my record making me unhireable anywhere else to realize how shitty it was) so I ended up giving them the $400 first-day just so i wouldn't have to pay several thousand dollars to hire someone to fight their lawyers, and of course they axed me anyway. it's been radio silence since i left until today, when the ex-manager of that store texted me, apologizing profusely for the lack of contact and dropped this little nugget on me: the $400 was never missing. a couple days later they """found""" it in the back of the safe. the dm had promised my manager to get someone in my position who would work more hours if she was allowed to fire me. according to what i was told, yellow general store couldn't afford $13 an hour for a "senior" (+3 years) employee like me when the average employee was making $10, and they couldn't find a reason to fire me otherwise (i don't think "we can't afford you" would hold up). of course i was fucking livid, i told her "that's incredibly shitty though, i would have picked up a few extra hours if you really needed the spare set of hands, and it's incredibly shitty of you to go along with it when you knew i did nothing wrong. they extorted a horrific amount of money from me and were going to try and send me to jail if i didn't comply" and she said "well, i don't work there anymore because it sucks so it doesn't really matter now. you can probably still press charges for your money back" and i blocked her lmao on top of what they did to me, it seems like every yellow general store manager becomes a cop once they get hired, i've been in stores where people with colostomy and catheter bags get accused of theft and have been forced to SHOW THEM to everyone in the store in order to be allowed to leave, people with phones in their back pockets have been accused of stealing cigarettes when the cig case is locked and completely behind the register, kids being manhandled by grown-ass adults because they joked about stealing a bag of chips, it's so dystopian. i don't know about you but i don't give a shit if people steal product and i don't understand the people that care SO MUCH that they're willing to make an ass of themselves. fuck yellow general store for real

I was hired in as a store manager and lasted 3 days.

-Rodney

[m-artemisa-c]

Lucky night

Pairing: Lando Norris x f!reader

This is an (18+) story which means if you are a minor, you are not allowed to interact.

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So this is the first time Im posting something, I was little bored and decided to write one of my many sex fantasies haha english is not my first language so sorry in advance for the grammar errors etc....i don't know if anyone would read this but if you do I hope you enjoy it <3

“Can you please send me the quotations we received today? I already asked you this twice, please focus more on your duties!”  –  I heard Derek, my manager from the other side of the corridor... what an ass... 

The truth is that I’ve been out of my mind for a while, unable to focus on any task. It’s been overwhelming, I must say, a new job, new apartment, new people, and a new city to discover or that’s what I thought. It looks like Monaco is as small as my little hometown, it took me only a week to “discover” my new home. Impressive?  Yes, I would never imagine being here, but I’m not sure I’m going to fit in with all these petulant and fancy people. Everyone seems like some kind of famous shitty person. 

“Do I have to send you a reminder? Or are you going to do the job you are being paid to do? “ – It looks like being a needy asshole is a required skill if you want to be a manager – “I just sent them to you, I also attached the price analysis I made for these suppliers”

For the last 8 years, I worked for an automotive company, it was my first job when I graduated from business school. I started as a trainee for the quality staff and after a year the logistics supervisor asked me if I was interested in joining his team, after some years I got promoted to the sales area. 

I was happy and grateful for the job I had; I'd make enough money to pay my rent and to provide my cat Murphy with all the toys and food he needed to be happy. My life was good or that’s what I thought. 

“There is nothing attached to the mail you sent…” – Derek screamed from his office - “Fuck! You need to stop now “- I screamed to myself. 

“Is everything ok with you? I know you just moved here two weeks ago” – I turned my face and saw my coworker Mike approaching me from his desk – “Ohhh... I’m..Yes, I’m ok thanks. I’m still getting used to my new life haha “ - I responded awkwardly, I turned my face again to my computer screen making sure to attach the files this time and send the email... again. I’ve only been working here for one week and Derek already thinks I’m retarded. 

“Do you have plans for later? We can go for a drink or two” – I turned my face to Mike – “Ammm .. I...mm sure, why not? Having some drinks sounds like a plan to me “ – I reply with a smile on my face – “Nice! So, you tell me when you are done with work, and we will leave. I know a nice restaurant with a stunning view. I’m sure you will love It” – he said as he headed back to his desk. 

One of the main reasons I accepted this job was because I felt something was missing in my life. And when I say “something” I mean sex...sweaty, passionate, and unholy sex.  It’s been 5 years since the last time I had slept with somebody... a guy I met on Tinder... a total disaster.  And after that, I decided I had enough shitty sex and  I spoiled myself... I bought my first sex toy. I named him Timmy because I have a crush on Timothée Chalamet, so since Timmy arrived, I’ve been a happy woman with plenty of orgasms. 

I love Timmy? Yes! no doubt about that, I would never imagine I was able cum so many times in one night, but I cannot deny I want to feel the heat of a dicks men while he is drilling my pussy, I want to feel how his tongue travel all over my body and praise me for being a good girl because  I ride him all night. 

It might sound kind of pathetic that a “grown woman” like me wants to be called a “good girl” but let’s be honest, being 30 is a nice age... That’s what I say to myself when I feel like I’m too old to try to flirt with men or go out. What a disaster! When I was 23, I was way bolder than now, I remember how I used to enter the clubs, knowing exactly which guy I wanted. The flirting game was so fun. Guys trying to get closer to me and dance while they ground their bodies with my ass, grabbing me by the waist and caressing my skin, saying sweet lies to my ear ... good days ...

“So, are we ready?” – Mike’s voice snapped my thoughts. I looked at my clock and realized I  spent 2 hours thinking about my younger years... a nice way to show Derek I’m not retarded – “Uhhh...I just need to send some emails. I will see you in the lobby if that’s ok with you “- Mike nods his head with a smile while he heads to the elevators. 

Maybe tonight is my lucky night, maybe instead of daydreaming about my younger years I need to lose control and show Mike the whore inside of me... – “We need to schedule a meeting with the coil supplier for next Monday and I need to know the amount we have been paying to our broker for these operations. That’s all for today, I expect you to be ready for the meeting “ – my manager said with an annoyed look before leaving my desk. God I need Timmy right now, maybe I can bring him with me and lock myself in the bathroom when I feel angry. I set up the meetings and headed to the elevators to meet Mike. 

While waiting for the elevators I couldn’t stop thinking about Mike and my lucky night. I know I said I was a flirty master when I was younger but now? Hahaha I am a complete loser, I don’t know how to talk with men. How am I going to seduce Mike? He is way more attractive than me, a good-looking man. If I had to guess I would say he is 35, has a nice body, and a charming smile... “Over here!” -  Mike raised his hand and I greeted him with a smile – “Sorry, I hope you don’t mind waiting for me “– I said - “It was only 15 minutes don’t worry. My car is over here “– he put his hand on my back – “Do you seriously drive to the office?” – I looked at him with a surprised face – “Well yes, don’t you?” – he replied – “No haha it's only a 20 min walk from my apartment to the office. I like to walk. It's a nice way to start the day” – it's true, walking is nice, and it feels stupid to drive such a short distance...this is what I mean when I say I’m not sure I’m going to fit here.

We arrived at a nice luxurious restaurant. This is not what I had in mind when Mike said we would go out for drinks, but the view was amazing, just like he promised. Don’t ramble! Remember your lucky night, Mike wouldn’t suggest drinks if he wasn’t attracted to me in some way, right? There is only one reason a man would suggest drinks... Maybe I need some alcohol so I can let myself lose and have fun ... – “Bonjour, je voudrais commander quelque chose à boire? “– the waitress asked and all I could do was look at Mike with a confused look- “He asked if you wanted something to drink “– Mike said with a childish smile – “Oh! Tequila for me please “ – I said as I looked at the waitress- “How come you moved to a city and don’t speak the language?” – Mike asked with an intriguing look – “Ummm well, I didn’t know I was moving until I had to move here haha It was kind of messy, at first the job offer was to be the intermediary between the company and the suppliers. No need for relocation, just weekly meetings but then I got a better offer due to my experience so here I am, completely lost. I’m going to learn how to speak French, people here are kinda pissed if you speak in English all the time ...Maybe you can teach me “– I suggested with a flirty look... or at least that was what I thought I was doing – “Sure! I moved here 3 years ago so I can teach you some basic sentences haha”

Drinks finally arrived and after 1 hour I could feel how tequila was making me forget about my insecurities, now was the time to suggest Mike take me home and maybe invite him another drink. Wait, I need to change my underwear into a nice set of lingerie... Do I even have lingerie? The last time I remember I bought sexy underwear was when I was dating my ex-boyfriend from university, well maybe I can improvise with some thong and a nice bra. 

Alcohol and overthinking don’t get along, take note! While I was deep in my thoughts, I ignored what my new friend Mike said – “Ready to go?” – Mike asked –” Go where?” – I said intrigued – “To my place “- he gave me a confused look -” I asked if you wanted to have some drinks at my apartment. Did you change your mind? “– oh shit... it is happening. Finally, my lucky night is happening – “Sorry, I just feel a little tipsy from the alcohol haha let’s go!”

The drive to Mike’s apartment was fun, he was talking about his favorite spots in Monaco and I was completely lost daydreaming about all the sex I was going to get, while adjusting to my seat I felt how wet my pussy was. My god, I'm so nervous, do I have to make the first move? or should I just let him take control of the situation?

“Babe! I’m so glad you are finally here! “– a beautiful woman said as she came close to Mike and kissed him – “I'm sorry to be late sweetie, we had a couple of drinks before work. I want to introduce you to my new coworker; she moved here two weeks ago, and I thought it would be nice to invite her to our open house so she can meet new people. This is Florence, my girlfriend, she’s from Monaco, she can help you with anything you need. Right, babe? “– I was in shock; all I could do was smile stupidly - “Bienvenue à Monaco ma chère! It's a pleasure to meet you. Mike told me you were having a tough time adjusting here. I'm so glad he suggested this, and as he said I’m here to help you if you need something “– Florence said as she smiled at me. 

What was I thinking? Of course, he is not attracted to me at all, he was only trying to be nice with the new coworker - “Can I offer you a drink? What would you like? We have wine, gin , tequila” - Florence asked me - “Mmm I'm already a little drunk so a glass of water would be nice. I mmm where is the bathroom? “- 

As I head to the bathroom I regret every choice I made for the last month. This was a mistake, everything was a mistake, what was I thinking? I don't belong here, I can quit my job and go back home. My boss hates me and I just embarrassed myself with the only “friend” I made. As I wash my face I decide that it would be better if I just go home. 

“Hey … mmm …I …  am sorry but I don't feel well, I guess I'm not used to drinking alcohol anymore haha I should leave now before I make something I regret” - I said -” Wait what ? When I told you about the party you said you would love to come, what happened?” - Mike asked - “Yeah yeah , I was excited about it but you know I forgot to feed my cat in the morning, he must be starving now. I need to go. Sorry” - I said as I grabbed my purse - “Do you want me to drive you home? It's more than a 20 min walk to the office from here “- Mike said jokingly - “No no , don't worry you have guests coming soon, you must be here. I will order an uber. I will see you on Monday and it was a pleasure to meet you Florence. You have a wonderful apartment, maybe I can visit both again when I'm not drunk”- I said awkwardly as I opened the door. 

Once I was alone in the corridor I realized how pathetic I was. I've always found a peculiar way to expose myself to awkward situations but haha this one is definitely in the top three. Maybe Derek is right and I'm kind of retarded. Fuck! the things I do to get laid, thinking about my sex fantasies is making me lose all my concentration. Maybe I can ask Florence to introduce me to some friends I can - “For fucks sake, get out the way” - I heard someone screaming at me - “Excuse me.. what did you say?” - I asked as I turned my body to face the rude voice  - “Wow, are you deaf? I've been here asking you to move so I can get to the elevator “- another spoiled rich guy, what a surprise. This is it, I'm going back home - “I'm sorry but that's not the way you should talk to people, you never know what is going on with others. Maybe you can be more polite “- I said as I rolled my eyes - “I was polite the first three times I asked you to move so don't try to turn it to me, you are the one who should be apologizing” - Oh god, I want to punch his face so badly - “Yeah, whatever you said Junior, why don't you go back to your daddy's apartment and cry with him “- I said as I begged for the doors to open- “Watch out! A little bitch over here! “-  the guy jokes as the doors open and we both enter …why me...- “You know, there is no valid reason for you to act like this. What is your problem? Your boyfriend doesn't fuck you enough?” - He said with a smirk on his face. Why are attractive guys such jerks? I look down as I wait to get to the lobby - “Yeah, that's what I thought, you are frigid don't you? I bet men don´t even enjoy your company, you look like a boring woman, now I understand why you are such a bitch”

It was all too much, the alcohol, the disappointment, and this spoiled guy. I tried to ignore him but his last words were like a stab in my heart… he was right, men don't enjoy my company, I turned into a boring woman with no sexual appeal, and then I exploded  - “You know what? You are right! I'm a boring woman, I'm all dried up, there’s no joy in my life anymore. Men don't enjoy my company even if I try to seduce him” - I was crying and yelling at him - “I haven't been fucked in almost a decade ” - the guy was completely in shock, you could tell by the way he opened his eyes.He was regretting saying those things - “you can say all you want about me being a bitch but it's not my fault. If men knew how to give a proper fuck I wouldn't be here…trying my best to be flirty - silence filled the elevator as I realized what I was doing -”…sharing personal information with a stranger and embarrasing myself …fuck”- oh god, this day is getting worse I think I'm going to lose my mind. Yes this guy is a jerk but I'm being mental over here. I need to calm down  - “look I'm sorry” - I said as I wiped my tears- “it's not a good day “

I buried my face in my hands pretending I was back home when I felt the elevator stop. I looked at the guy and he was pressing the red stop button - “What the hell are you do…” - was all I could say. In a matter of seconds, I felt a warm tongue deep inside my mouth while a strong pair of hands grabbed my face, cornering my body between the wall. The kiss was so passionate I could barely breathe, his tongue was exploring my mouth like crazy, suddenly this rich spoiled guy sucked my lower lip making me moan from the pleasure. When I opened my eyes all I could see was a pair of eyes looking into my soul, wonderful blue eyes that made me feel so vulnerable yet excited and horny.  His fresh breath was on my face and we stayed like this for what it feels like an eternity. I was completely mesmerized by this guy. 

He ran his thumb over my lower lip, just where he sucked it and I saw how he smirked. His other hand moved to grab one of my boobs- “You are a wonderful woman” - he said as he caressed my breast over my blouse. I let out a soft moan  - “And most important, you are not dried up “- he said as he kissed my neck - “I bet I can make your delicious pussy soak all over me” - I felt his thigh between my legs, just where my clit was. The friction was pure pleasure to my soul and I let a loud moan escape my mouth as I grabbed his strong bicep - “Come on, let yourself enjoy this' ' - he said as he kept kissing my neck. I was in heaven, he was kissing me just where I wanted. It was like he knew my body and how to touch me, I let myself lose and grind harder on his tight  - “Oh my g.... mmmm…yesss” -  I moaned as my head fell back giving him more access to kiss my neck. I could feel his smile on my throat as I kept moaning from the pleasure  - “Fuck!” - he muttered in my ear - “I can already feel your wetness” -  he said as both of his hands grabbed my waist guiding my movements - “Open your eyes, look at me. I want to see how much you are enjoying this” - he commanded as I was on the edge of pleasure, unable to react to his instructions.I kept grinding harder on his thigh with my eyes closed enjoying the pleasure and chasing my orgasm. I could feel it coming, my legs were shaking and I was babbling nonsense words and moans, and suddenly it stopped. I opened my eyes with an angry look - “Why …mm. noo … I was so clos..”- I felt how he turned my body to face my reflection on the mirror wall. One of his hands grabbed my throat while the other slid down to my pussy.  - “Open your eyes, sweetie. I want you to see how pretty you look when you moan” - his hand was teasing my pussy over my jeans - “Mmmmm yeesss” - I moaned as I leaned my head back to his chest - “No no “- he said as he guided my head back so I could see myself again - “I told you I want you to see yourself “ - he said as he gently rubbed my pussy - “Do you like what you see? Fuck you look so sexy, I can see how bad you want it” - I nodded frenetically - “ Yess please, I want it, please please don't stop this time” - I saw how he smirked proudly - “Mmmm such a good girl for me. Do you want me to touch you? Feel the heat of your soaking pretty pussy?” - What a jerk, he is making me beg for it … it's worth it…be a whore for him -” Yess! Touch me and make me cum”. 

I felt how his hand unbuttoned my jeans and slid into my underwear just where I needed him. Fuck ! I could hear how wet I was, sticky noises filled the elevator as  he opened my folds, his long fingers were traveling all over my dripping pussy  to my clit and teasing my hole. I watched the obscene scene from the mirror wall, this cute guy was driving me crazy. I felt a wave of confidence and I started to grind my body against him, I felt his hard cock against my ass, his big, hard, and delicious cock. Our bodies were like matching pieces from a puzzle, perfectly moving while we enjoyed the friction. 

I grabbed his neck to increase the pressure and in a violent move, he ripped the buttons of my blouse. With no hesitation, he moved my bra exposing my bare chest to him - “Mhmmmm…you have a pair of delicious nipples over here”  - He said as he cupped one of my boobs, my nipples were hard and aching for more - “Come on, cum for me pretty girl” - he commanded - “Ahh..yes.. please..mmm.. keep… keep going... I just …mmm… kiss me “ I felt his warm tongue in my mouth once again. I was moaning against his mouth as he violently abused my clit making my legs shake from pleasure. He kept rubbing my soaking pussy and without a warning I felt an amazing jolt all over my body -” Fuuck yes! Yess cum all over my fingers!” - I heard as I felt my soul leave my body, I was shaking like crazy. 

It took me a while to recover from the amazing orgasm, I was unable to stand by myself, luckily a pair of strong arms were helping me. Once my brain was ready I opened my eyes, I saw how this spoiled rich guy was licking his fingers covered with my cum. Fuck, he is so hot! I look at my reflection in the mirror and smile to myself. Sweat was coming down my forehead, my face was red, my nipples were hard and you could easily see how I still had goosebumps - “You taste like heaven”  - I heard from behind. I gave him a shy smile as I tried to fix myself but he stopped me. I faced him and he grabbed my face between his hands - “I'm sorry for being a jerk” he kissed me once again, a soft and gentle kiss - “And as i said…You are not dried up sweetie” - he said as he put one lock of hair behind my ear -”If that thought crosses your mind again I will gladly remind you how wet i can make you” - I instantly blush as I bite my lower lip, I tried to cover my chest with my ripped blouse - “Fuck, I'm sorry for this too”- he gave me a childish smile - “Why don't you come over my place? I will give you a shirt …” 

Maybe being here can be an exciting adventure after all, maybe Monaco isn't as bad as I thought. “Im Lando by the way, please accept my offer…You can apologize for being a bitch…”

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What would it take to be friends with Edward? Say someone (human or vampire) really wanted to befriend this guy

This may be the rag on Edward blog, but the guy does have friends.

He's friends with the Denali, considers them family for all he finds Tanya's coming onto him awkward and a bit obnoxious. He obviously has his familial relationships going on and in particular is fond of Emmett and has an extremely close relationship with Alice.

I'd say that by the end of Breaking Dawn he thinks of himself and Jacob as friends even though... well... yes. He certainly considers him a fine son-in-law, but let's not talk about that.

And while it probably gets more dubious beyond that, as we don't see too many of the vampires in Breaking Dawn being explicitly friends with Edward more than the other Cullens, he does have friends/get along with people well enough.

He disdains all us humans, but he's not a complete loner.

But back to your question.

So, You, a Human, Wants to Befriend Edward

Shit out of luck.

Look, even Bella got dumped in the friendship department and Edward was fascinated by her. Bella asks if she and Edward can be friends in Twilight, and Edward flat out says no. Granted, Edward means that in the "I want to be far more than friends" way and that he's not satisfied with friendship... but that's the thing, they're never really friends. Oh, he likes her, a lot, but everything is tinged by the romantic context and, well, they just never seem to be plain 'friends'.

And Bella was an exception.

The rest of us...

Edward considers it very poor judgement to like him romantically or want to be friends with him. He despises Jessica in part because of the crush she had on him. The moment you consider being Edward's friend, and Edward hears about it, -100000 points for you.

The other thing is Edward, well, he has a very poor opinion of us humans. He considers us vapid and shallow normies. He judges the mundane thoughts of everyone around him. So, if you ever think about what you should get for lunch today, sorry, it's not going to work out.

The closest we see to Edward becoming a friend with a human is Jacob, but even that doesn't count as it's after Jacob turns into a werewolf and it's not really friendship (Jacob despises him until their uneasy alliance in Breaking Dawn... then still despises him even there as he sees Edward as enabling his wife's death) but more admiration for Jacob's dedication to Bella and the path he provides her for remaining human.

But he only is involved with Jacob because a) Bella b) Jacob's not your normal human.

Mike Newton offends Edward just because he exists and breathes air.

Most likely, you'll have a very embarrassing time where Edward tells you to get over yourself, normie, and occasionally he gives you an exasperated look across the cafeteria whenever you happen to remember this awful awful moment of your life.

So, You, a Vampire, Want to Befriend Edward

More possible than befriending him as a human, still difficult.

Most vampires drink human blood, and while Edward does call some of them his friends, there's a wall that will always be there between him and them. He can't consider them family, and he can't condone their actions. He can get on well enough, but they'll never really be close.

So, right off the bat, you have to drink animal blood which most vampires just don't do and aren't going to do.

Even then, however, while Edward will pay more attention than with humans, you still have to have the right personality. He barely tolerates Rosalie after forced cohabitation for several decades, most of his life as a vampire. Jasper he doesn't understand and exasperates him, also after several decades.

So, we have Emmett and Alice (as Esme and Carlisle fill the parental roles a little too well to be friends).

Emmett is very easy going, an extrovert, fun to be around, and is the kind of guy everyone can get along with. He's the one who's steady as a rock, who never has any particular problems of his own and thus can help the family deal with all of their problems (such as the time he took Edward hunting because Edward was going insane... and watched Edward go insane).

Alice has her kinship through her gift, Edward relates to Alice, they understand one another better than anyone else can, and their mutual support has formed a very close friendship between the two of them.

But in a way, that works best because Alice is sister, I don't think it'd work if this was a person just dipping in and out of Edward's life as a friend.

So, seems the best option is to be an Emmett.

Be a fun, charismatic, extrovert who isn't overly complicated or in any way brooding, who is simply easy to be around and wants to do fun things, and can give Edward a break from himself.

[sativariddle]

⤷ 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔢.

other chapters here.

SUMMARY ┆ ↴

the name riddle always made your blood run cold, the malicious surname of a malicious man tasting like poison on your tongue. so when dumbledore declared that mattheo riddle would be attending hogwarts, you felt a chill of dread settle over the great hall

when? why? how could dumbledore allow this? the child of his greatest enemy now strode through the towering doors of the great hall, his presence steeped in an air of menace and cold, unspoken cruelty.

how could someone as ruthless as a slytherin ever find love? it seemed impossible—mattheo was a stranger to the very idea. but everything changes when he meets you. though in his world, love isn’t the light, joyful feeling it’s supposed to be. for him, love means accepting you, flaws and all.

WARNINGS ┆mentions of; torture, mental trauma, physical trauma, violence, characters death, drug and alcohol addiction, sexual themes, parent neglect

"excuse me, i'm just going to slip between you two—oh, sorry! i didn't mean to step on your foot."

apologies spilled from your lips, repeating endlessly like a stuck record as you made your way through the crowd of wide-eyed first years. the hogwarts express was a chaotic mess of moving bodies and luggage, and you were desperate to reach the hufflepuff compartment. "coming through, sorry!"

each compartment was filled.

you just hoped your friends had managed to find one.

as you hurried down the busy train, you passed the blue and bronze of ravenclaw's section before reaching the scarlet and gold of gryffindor. your eyes scanned the compartments and immediately landed on the familiar faces of harry, ron, and hermione.

a gentle smile tugged at your glossed lips as you pulled open the gryffindor compartment door, causing harry, ron, and hermione to look up, their eyes settling on the bubbly hufflepuff.

harry gave them a look that clearly said they would continue the conversation later, as it wasn't over yet.

hermione swiveled to face you, her smile mirroring your own cheerful expression. "good summer?" she inquired, her eyebrows raising expectantly.

"amazing!" you exclaimed, your eyes shining with delight. "the books you sent were wonderful - i couldn't stop reading them! mum said she never would have guessed i'd put the books down, i carried them everywhere." you chattered happily, hermione nodding along with every word, her smile growing wider.

"glad you did," hermione replied cheekily, turning to harry and ron. "told you she would appreciate them more than you two."

ron grumbled something under his breath, his arms crossing slightly.

harry, however, wasn't paying attention to ron's muttering. instead, he turned towards you, his expression curious.

"have you got a clue on what you're going to write for the hogwarts daily Insight?" harry asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity as soon as the words left his mouth.

‘hogwarts daily insight’ was an idea you had begged dumbledore to approve for an entire four years. you argued it was only fair to keep people informed about what went on within the castle walls.

after all, witches and wizards were naturally curious—many had children attending hogwarts, so why shouldn’t they know what was happening inside?

not everyone liked the idea, of course.

some professors warned dumbledore it could lead to another rita skeeter, stirring up gossip and trouble.

but dumbledore, in his wisdom, saw potential in your vision. he trusted you completely. if anyone could handle the responsibility of such a project, it was you—no question about it.

your goal was never to create drama or make anyone feel bad. you simply reported what happened at hogwarts and submitted your articles to dumbledore.

if he deemed them unfit for publication, they stayed unpublished. but if he believed your work provided meaningful insight, he allowed it to be shared. so far, not a single one of your articles had been denied.

harry had been skeptical when he first heard hermione praising your article. but his doubts disappeared when you received requests from witches and wizards asking for stories about him. instead of running with the idea, you asked harry directly if he was comfortable with it.

when he said he wasn’t, you immediately dropped the subject.

he respected you for that—and from then on, he trusted you to handle his announcements, knowing your work would reach the entire school via breakfast readings of the daily mail.

as your articles grew in popularity, you noticed a shift in how people treated you.

some students tried to cozy up to you, hoping to get their own feature in your work, but you weren't interested in catering to petty drama or personal agendas.

'hogwarts daily insight' was the opposite of that—an honest look at life at the school. you refused to let it become anything less.

fan mail began pouring in, filled with admiration for your intelligence and the originality of your idea.

many readers expressed how much they wished you had started it sooner. you had, of course—but convincing dumbledore had taken years of persistence.

"not at the moment, harry," you say with a gentle laugh, amused by his eagerness. "we've only just boarded the train. writing about trying to find my friends' compartment isn't exactly daily insight material, is it?"

he glanced over at ron and hermione, both shooting him warning glares that clearly said, ‘don’t even think about it.’

but if there was one thing certain about the boy who lived, it was his stubbornness.

“have you heard?”

your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, clearly indicating you hadn't heard anything. "heard of what?" you asked softly, a slight frown pulling at your lips, curiosity evident in your voice.

harry glanced past you to the compartment door, double-checking that no one was lurking outside, before turning back to you.

“malfoy being a death eater—”

before he could finish, ron kicked his leg, and hermione shook her head sharply, a silent warning.

your eyes widened in shock. “what—?” you looked over at ron and hermione, their stern glares directed at harry only adding weight to his claim. “are… are you sure? that’s a serious accusation, harry—”

“—and i want you to write about it in your article, to warn the witches and wizards in the castle and—”

before harry could finish, hermione smacked him on the head with the folded article she’d been holding.

“you, of all people, should know what it feels like to be the subject of false accusations—” hermione started, but harry cut her off with a sharp glare through his round glasses, clearly recalling the events of fourth year and rita skeeter’s lies.

“It’s not false!” harry snapped.

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “look, i need to find my friends. harry, we’ll talk about this later.”

harry gave you a small, appreciative nod. hermione, meanwhile, shook her head in exasperation but ultimately said nothing more. ron shrugged as if to say, what can you do?

turning on your heel, you opened the compartment door and headed down the corridor, making your way toward the hufflepuff section in search of your friends.

spotting one of them, you slid open the door to the compartment.

genevieve turned toward you with a grin, her sleek black hair swaying over her back. “well, if it isn’t my favorite little journalist,” she teased, laughing when you rolled your eyes playfully. “nice to see you too.”

“where are hannah, ernie, and justin?” you questioned, settling into the seat across from her.

“they’re looking for you. thought you might’ve missed the train,” she said, leaning back in her seat.

you nodded, smiling faintly.

the great hall was silent.

usually, the hall buzzed with the typical teenage drama: excited whispers about daily prophet headlines, eager discussions about upcoming classes, and the usual gossip that filled any gathering of young witches and wizards.

but today... today was different.

the great hall, once vibrant and sparkling, now seemed covered in a dreary, grey pallor, as if the air itself was heavy with unseen dread.

the usual joyful chatter and laughter was replaced by an oppressive silence, broken only by the occasional hushed whisper.

tense.

"now, as you know, each of you was searched upon your arrival tonight. you have a right to know why."

shivers ran down your spine, making your hufflepuff robes feel impossibly drafty despite their warmth.

goosebumps prickled along your neck and arms, and you unconsciously hugged yourself tighter, pulling the thick yellow fabric closer around your shoulders.

your quill and parchment were tucked under your arm, just in case you needed to jot something down for your article.

"once, there was a young man who, like you, sat in this very hall. he walked these castle corridors and slept beneath its roof. to the world, he seemed like any other student."

only a fool would dare say the dark lord's name aloud, and dumbledore was known for his foolishly brilliant mind. he didn't shy away from speaking the name that made grown wizards tremble: “his name? tom riddle.”

dumbledore looked at you, then at the quill and parchment tucked under your arm. you immediately spread it out in front of you, quill poised, ready to take notes on dumbledore's words.

"today, of course, the world knows him by a different name."

the great hall hung heavy with a silence so profound that you could have sworn you heard the faintest rustle of your own partchment echo as you gulped down a nervous lump in your throat.

“help will always be given at hogwarts to those who need it,” dumbledore intoned solemnly, his twinkling eyes scanning the room. “and with that, let us welcome our new student, mattheo riddle.”

riddle.

as the murmurs and whispers around the house tables grew louder and more insistent, the massive oak doors of the great hall swung open dramatically, creaking on their hinges and revealing the figure that had silenced the entire castle.

entered mattheo riddle, his presence electrifying the silence.

his eyes, shockingly brown and cold as glass, were fixed unblinkingly on dumbledore, something darker flickering in their depths.

why? how could dumbledore let this happen?

your eyes involuntarily widened as mattheo began his purposeful walk down the aisle, then darted quickly to your friends - hermione's analytical gaze fixed intently on the new arrival, ron's jaw slightly agape, and harry's expression a combination of confusion and something that oddly resembled recognition.

their eyes bulged, jaws slack, as they stared in disbelief at mattheo's confident stride.

dumbledore had allowed him to enter with barely a nod, as if the most notorious dark wizard since grindelwald wasn't his own father, walking down the aisle like he owned the place, his tanned face marred by ominous scars visible even beneath the hood of his cloak.

as mattheo approached, dumbledore didn't even extend his hand towards the sorting hat; instead, it quicly bellowed "SLYTHERIN!"

"did you see his face? it was covered in scratches—"

"—i didn't think the dark lord would name his son mattheo, it makes no sense."

"people say he’s already hexed a first year—"

"he’s kind of cute though—"

"—you’ve lost your mind, hannah—"

you let out a quiet sigh. it’s not that you’re upset with your friends for spending the entire evening talking about the dark lord’s son, but their chatter left you with hardly any time to write. they had been going on and on, leaving you no room to retreat into your parchment.

it seemed like everyone in the castle was on edge about mattheo’s arrival, openly whispering or speculating about him.

as long as your paths didn’t cross, everything would be fine. you really didn’t understand what all the fuss was about.

then again, the idea of a teenage boy hurting someone felt ridiculous to you. it was such a cruel, unkind thought that you couldn’t wrap your head around it.

you stood up from the couch, feeling restless. the hufflepuff common room was busier than usual, packed with students eager to gossip about the events of the day.

all you wanted was a moment of quiet—somewhere to clear your mind away from the noise and chatter.

your friends didn’t even notice when you got up. they were too caught up in their hushed conversation, deep in thought and whispers. you didn’t want to interrupt them, so you left quietly without saying a word.

you made a point to say a quick ‘hello’ to anyone you passed in the halls.

it was a small gesture, but you believed it mattered. at a place like hogwarts, where some students seemed to drift through their days without close friends, a simple greeting might remind them they weren’t invisible—that they weren’t alone.

you could tell by their forced smiles and averted gazes that they meant well, but today just wasn't their day. their greetings were laced with uncomfortable tension, but you knew it wasn't personal - they were just having one of those days.

you reassured yourself that it was perfectly fine - after all, everyone has off days. people are human, with all their complexities and mood swings. you shrugged it off.

heading towards the library seemed like the safest option since you doubted there was anyone in there at the moment. even if there were, it’s a library—they have to be quiet.

the castle corridors were relatively empty as you walked, the few students you encountered either strolling with a friend or being escorted by a professor.

the sound of your footsteps echoed softly against the ancient stone walls, broken only by the occasional murmur of conversation or rustle of robes.

your steps quickened, eager to blend into the shadows rather than stand out as an easy target. being a hufflepuff somehow marked you as 'less than' in their eyes, and you dreaded the inevitable jabs or sneers that often came with walking alone.

the library—a place of comfort. no noise, just the comforting hum of people around you, either reading a textbook or scribbling on some notes.

it truly was a good place to get some peace and quiet.

as you settled into a chair tucked away in the corner of the library, you pulled your legs under the cold wood of the table.

your fingers absently drummed against the cover of your textbook as you tried to focus. but then your eyes flicked upward, and across the vast, quiet library, you saw him—riddle.

he stood in the middle of the library, flanked by a group of familiar slytherins: pansy parkinson, blaise zabini, theodore nott, and draco malfoy.

mattheo lounged in a chair, a cigarette dangling negligently between his fingers, smoke lazily curling around him as if he were the ruler of the room. his expression was arrogant, almost daring, as if he were inviting a challenge.

you frowned slightly, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. even from across the room, your thoughts began to spiral.

how on earth was he getting away with smoking in a place where ‘no smoking’ signs were practically everywhere?

was everyone else oblivious to the faint trail of smoke curling upward, or were you the only one who even noticed?

as if sensing your gaze, mattheo suddenly looked up, his dark eyes scanning the room.

blaise was speaking beside him, but it didn’t seem to register—his attention had already drifted.

then, his eyes found you.

snake meets badger.

an annoyed smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he locked his gaze onto yours. he didn’t look away, his expression almost daring, like he’d caught you in a private moment you hadn’t intended to share.

mattheo shook his head quietly, clearly not in the slightest amused by the way your gaze snapped back down to your parchment paper, only for you to risk a glance back up again.

you silently cursed yourself for your staring problem—a habit you thought you’d buried long ago. ever since that first-year incident, when you’d stared at snape for too long and he made an example of you in front of the entire class.

“fragile little hufflepuff,” he’d sneered, leaving you humiliated. you’d vowed to fix it after that, but old habits had a funny way of creeping back.

across the room, mattheo leaned closer to his friends, whispering something that made them snicker. whatever he said, it clearly wasn’t meant to stay between them, because within moments, the group of slytherins began to move—slowly straying from their spot and making their way toward you.

mattheo's hands are stuck in the pockets of his robes, his head tilted to the side as he watched you forcefully write down nonsense, pretending as if you had been doing it the whole time, which you should’ve been.

mattheo and his slytherin friends approach the oak table you are sitting at, and they circle you like a pack of hyenas surrounding an antelope.

they all smile wide and mocking, except for mattheo and draco, whose expressions are dark and calculating as they size you up. the others, fueled by their slytherin pride, circle around you like vultures, their eyes roving over your form.

mattheo is the first to break the silence, his voice dripping with annoyance as he flicks his cigarette to the ground, stamping it out under the heel of his dirty shoes.

"looks like we got ourselves here a little rita skeeter," he drawls, running his teeth along his bottom teeth. "fuck are you doin’ snoopin' around." you flinch as he leans in, his breath hot and stale against your face.

you knew the slytherins would inform him about your daily article—they despised it more than anyone. they’d tear it up right in front of you or ‘accidentally’ spill something on your notes whenever you were too focused to notice them lurking nearby.

above all, they knew you were too kind-hearted to write anything terrible about them in your article.

his friends continue to laugh beside him, leaning on each other for support as they all keep their predatory gazes locked on you.

you can feel the weight of their judgment as they circle you.

“i wasn’t snooping.” you tried to sound more clear, but you were so scared that your voice slightly cracked, looking at all of them through your eyelashes. “i just came here for some peace and quiet. i hadn’t got a clue you’d lot be in here, ‘m sorry—very, very sorry—”

mattheo raises an eyebrow at your cracking voice; he found it so fucking annoying. the slytherins around him chuckle, some of them sharing amused glances.

your apology seems to only fuel their desire to mess with you.

“oh, you’re sorry, are you?” he asks, his voice dripping with mockery. “how sorry are you?”

you knew they were messing with you, taking advantage of your kindness. but you couldn’t come back with a good response because all you saw were teenagers scared of their parents—at the end of the day—everyone in the castle are just kids and their first time living.

grabbing the parchment and quill you brought, you tuck it under your arm as you get up off the wooden chair. “i’m very sorry, i’ll be going now—”

as you begin to turn away, mattheo swiftly steps in front of you, blocking your path and forcing you to stop. the other slytheirns chuckle under their breaths, amused at the sight of you trapped.

his tall frame looming over you as he drawled, "whoa, whoa, hold on a second." his hand reached out, grabbing your parchment’s that were bunched up together and sending it clattering to the floor. "i don't think you're sorry enough just yet."

you didn’t want to start a problem; you hated the thought of going to sleep with a target on your back. you had to make sure you were good with everyone. “look, i really don’t want any problems. i’m really sorry.”

you dropped to your knees, desperately trying to gather the scattered parchments, your face burning with humiliation as you willed yourself not to cry, hoping that they would just leave you alone.

mattheo rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed by your apologies.

“sorry ‘s not gonna cut it," he snaps. "you’ve interrupted our discussion. you think a simple ‘sorry’ is gonna make up for it?”

his slytherin friends didn’t utter a single word, only adding a few laughs here and there, but you could tell they were scared shitless of mattheo.

but then again, who wouldn’t be?

you didn’t think twice and started walking away.

mattheo reaches out lightning fast, his hand gripping your wrist and yanking you back roughly.

“oh, no you don’t,” he snaps, his eyes flashing with anger. “not going anywhere just yet.”

going back and forth made the inside of your stomach twist; you just wanted to be back in the safety of your own dorm walls. “can you guys just leave me alone? i’ll be on my way, swear to you.”

mattheo looks down at you, his grip on your wrist tightening.

“temper, temper,” he mocks, his voice dripping with mockery. “you owe me an apology.”

you didn’t have to be told twice. if he felt he needed an apology, you’d happily give it to him. you hated being on people’s bad side. “i’m sorry,” you say.

mattheo arches an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with your apology. “that’s it?” he quips, his grip on your wrist not letting up. “you think i’m gonna let you go with a little easly ‘i’m sorry’? you can do better than that.”

you nodded, taking this as help rather than insulting. “i’m sorry for interrupting you,” you try again.

mattheo lets out an exaggerated sigh, his eyes rolling. "yeah, i heard you say that," he sneers. "but ‘s not what you said, it's about the delivery. try again, and make it sound like you mean it."

you scrunched your eyebrows together since you had really meant it the two other times.

apologizing was something you’d always do willingly—if you ever upset or offended someone, even by accident, you felt it was only right to make amends.

“i’m very deeply sorry for intruding on you and your friends,” you said, your voice earnest. “i shouldn’t have come down to the library.”

mattheo chuckles, his eyes raking over you. "better," he hums, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. "now get the fuck out of here before i change my mind. you’re also infuriating as fuck, shit pisses me off."

[russellsppttemplates]

hiii, I love your work, I was wondering if you could write something about how the reader has a shit job and overworks herself and one of drivers tells her they don’t have to work and he can take care of them but she doesn’t want to use his money and wants to be independent bc she’s sacred that if they break up she won’t have anything or something like that, thank you :)

Note: thank you! 🫶

The hours were getting longer and the job was not bringing you any joy, and Charles had enough of it.

"I can't quit, Charles, not until I have something else to go to anyway", you reasoned, rubbing your temples as you've had this conversation before.

"Amour, I will happily provide for you if you don't want to work anymore, I can take care of you", Charles offered. You knew it didn't come from a bad place - he was just happy to make you happy, "I don't want to live off of your money, it's not something I'm comfortable with! I want to be able to have some independence and having a job helps that!", you reasoned. Having him pay for you tickets to travel and watch him race was one thing - and realistically, you wouldn't go to half as many of the races you did if he didn't lay for you to go -, but loosing all financial independence would mean a lot more than he was seeing.

"Charles, if I don't work, I will depend on you for everything. What if one day we break up? You can't promise it won't happen because Godness knows", you offered, "it's such a big thing already the fact that I live with you, in your apartment - I'd never be able to not feel like I have some independence, it just won't work for me", you stated.

"Oh, okay", he added, listening the words you said and understanding your point of view, "how about you take a work sabbatical? A few months to do something you've always wanted to do, amour", he suggested, "you started making crochet, would that be something you'd want to pursue? Maybe you could take another specialisation or post graduate course?".

"I could look into it, yes", you shrugged, letting him pull you to his chest, embracing you closely, "I love you, Y/N, and I want you to be happy, no matter what the form of you being happy is", he kissed your forehead, "I'm sorry of I even implied you couldn't do it on your own", he said, making you shake your head, "no, Charles, don't worry. I love you, too, thank you for supporting me", you kissed his kips.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[songoftrillium]

Project Update 09/01/24

Hello, Kinfolks. We're a little under 60 days from releasing Book 1: Cliath, and I wanted to give you all a quick update, provide a few book facts, and hope this lets you share the excitement the rest of us have been feeling!

Book Layout

As you might've seen from our previews, writing is transitioning from writing to copy editing and book layout! If you haven't yet, check it out! The first two chapters are done, and chapter 3 is well underway. Outside of my work on Hearthbound, this is my first major book project, the largest book I've written, and the insights I've gained are ones I think might help future community content partners publishing work on Storyteller's Vault.

On Bluesky, a few months ago, I commented that you should "plan to take as much time doing layout as you do for writing." Even if one writes the book inline right in the desktop publishing program, annotation will still add time. With a WtE book we want to not just provide an adventure and a crash course on the Tellurian, but to also be a roadmap for Storytellers, new and old alike. This has happened on three fronts. The first and most important is we're taking the time to properly index everything in a way that'll let you look up specific book information quickly. The second is how we streamline information through the liberal use of cross-referencing in footnotes. In early chapters, you read truncated summarization, and in the footnotes, you can find book sections that expand on the information you're looking for and let you tune out the things that may not be so important for you to know at the moment. The third and most important feature, however, is where able, we cite our sources for our information. Should a Storyteller wish to learn expanded information on topics, they have a direct book and page citation where they can find deep lore to help construct their chronicles.

Cracking the Bone: now in coloring flats stage

For those that haven't been following, we are returning to old form. The moment you open Book 1, you'll be greeted with a fully illustrated and colored 22-page comic book showcasing life in the Age of Heroes. This story is centered around Dante (he/they,) our protagonist, and his first steps towards his First Change as a Bitten Homid Philodox. Throughout the book, we'll follow his journey towards becoming a Cliath, forming his pack under Earwig and his first mission as a Zedakh in a pack of other Queer Garou. In successive books, you'll see him transition from a scared baby gay Cub to a respected Elder in the Eastern Concordat! We're all absolutely thrilled to follow them on their journey. Illustrating this comic is the highly talented @mekanikaltrifle, who has partnered with us to bring Dante's story to life. I have a single pane I'd like to show you, bearing in mind these are just a first pass!

Book Pricing Information

We've also finalized some of our possible pricing on this book. On Storyteller's Vault, Community Content is priced on a per-page basis. The average is considered to be 12 cents per page. I did some early market work by releasing Hearthbound on a pay-what-you-want model with a recommended pricing of $2.99, totaling roughly 8 cents per page. I advertised exclusively here and on other social media platforms to queer audiences to help gauge a fair price for materials explicitly marketed to that audience. Of those that decided to pay for copies of the book, readers paid an average of 5$ per copy for an average of 14 cents per page. Given the voluntary nature of the release, we on the team have agreed that we'll be charging a rate of 14 cents per page for this release, which puts us on par with pricing for similar releases with a matching pagecount. With layout underway, we're currently looking at a book length of around 200-250 pages. 50% of proceeds go to the publisher, and the remainder will be split equally among all contributors, myself included. I and another artist have pledged to donate the entirety of our shares toward preserving the Kalapuyan language.

Book 1: Cliath releases on Halloween day!

I'd like to give a shout out to @a-boros-named-seamus, @madamebadger, The Bohemian, @peltofash, @ar2456, and Durodragon for supporting me on ko-fi, through yours and the donations of other ko-fi sponsors, we've managed to hire cultural consultants to review about half of what's been written. Because we weren't able to review all of our written words, we've narrowed our focus onto some of our most sensitive subject-matter, and believe that what we have coming out will be the inclusive Werewolf: the Apocalypse Quickstart you've all been waiting for. Thank you! It means so much to us that we have our own sept of Kinfolk out there who believe in this project!

If you'd like to help sponsor this project, subscribe on ko-fi to help us pay Cultural Consultants to work with us! We have some cool perks for subscribing, including access to book and setting previews, the ability to give feedback on game content we're producing, personalized advice for your own tables, and can even get a shoutout right in the book.

[roselilianhale]

What if Bella was raised by Charlie instead of Renee?

November 13, 1987

"Charlie I can't do this anymore, I feel stuck in this town and I can't put down roots here when I know I'll be miserable. I can't make this mistake anymore which is why I'm gone by the time your reading this. It isn't you, I love you with all my heart but I'm lonely and I feel empty inside because of it. I just can't stand to be here anymore. But, most of all, I feel that even if I was happy here I could never give you what you want. Stability and responsibility. I never been able to remember the important things. I'm scattered brained and I can never remember for the life of me to pay bills or go to the grocery, if I forget to do it for myself then how can I provide stable childhood to my daughter? Or my husband? It isn't fair to you or her. I love you, I'm sorry but it isn't enough nor right."

-Renee

Preface

Three months after I was born my dad and my mother divorced. My mother was never one for small town life. My grandparents on my dad's side were sick and he needed to stay in Forks to take care of them. And he took a job as an officer at the local police station to support them. But that also meant he spent less time with my mother and she was cooped up by herself constantly. I think that weighed on her. I couldn't completely fault her for being unhappy or wanting to move somewhere more acting. But, I couldn't help but wish they'd worked it out or something rather than her leaving. At the same time at least my childhood wasn't filled with bickering and hatred from my parents, if they were still together there could have been mutual resentment and maybe that would have been worse. I didn't have the best relationship with my mom, I never had after she left my dad I only stayed with her during the summers. And whenever I visited her it felt like I was the parent, I didn't always mind that she wanted to know if I had a boyfriend or who I was friends with or what hobbies I was currently interested in but what bothered me was she was more like a friend than mom. All I had ever wanted was mom not a friend.

But at least I had the greatest dad in the world. He doted me and he never hovered. My dad and I were alike in many ways both more introverted and less social. In some ways though, I think because we were comfortable around each other there could be comfortable silence but also be very talkative with one another. He was more in sports and I was more of a bookworm and yet he took the time to ask me about my books, even if he wasn't one for literature he'd still put in the effort. And even though I despised sports I still asked questions here and there to show I cared.

I loved that about my dad his commitment and unconditional love. It's something I'll always cherish with me. Even if I didn't always get along with my mother, I still loved her. I always would, I will always love them both. So much. I'd do anything for them, even if it meant giving my life for theirs's.

8/10/03

Dear Diary,

My name is Isabella Swan, my friends and family call me Bella, I'm 17-Years-Old and I live in Forks, Washington. My parents are divorced and my mom just remarried. The wedding was beautiful. My dad is still single of course but I can't talk either. I've lived in the sleepy town of Forks since I was a itty bitty baby. My mom left my dad when I was three-months-old. Yikes, right? She only left a note but surprisingly they are on good speaking terms.

My dad was never one for confrontation, he was a very calm and placid guy. My mother on the other hand was erratic and hyper but passionate and loving. My dad was warm and kind but quiet. And my mom was the same except for the quiet part. She was loud and rumbunctious. She hovered and my dad left me to my own devices. He didn't like to be over bearing, he understood I needed space. My mom wanted to know everything, every little detail. She meant well but I wasn't going to say I didn't get annoyed here and there. But I still enjoyed the summers we spent together.

My best friend is Jacob Black, he lives on the reservation. I wish we could go to the same school but we hang on the weekends and spend time building bikes and around bonfires. Jake is a bit younger than me but he's very sweet, a ball of sunshine. I've known him my whole life especially since my father is friends with his. Billy Black. He's like a second father to me, he tells the best stories. We've been doing Thanksgivings and Christmas's as far back as I can remember, I believe my dad and Billy have been friends since High School. He was there for my dad when my mom and dad divorced.

And my other best friend Angela goes to my high school with me. Which, I'm very thankful for. Luckily, we have each other to get through the chaos of High School. Angela and I have a group of friends consisting of Jessica, Mike, Eric, and Tyler. But, I'm the closest with Angela. She's so sweet and bit introverted like me. She's a good listener like me, so we both can talk with one another but also get some good advice. We both like to read and have the same humor. Jessica is the gossip in our group but we can't help but gossip over boys. Ever since her crush on Eric, I've been hounding her over asking him out. And she's been trying to set me and Mike up, I don't have the heart to tell her no. Mike really is only my friend, I think Jessica likes him. Angela been my best friend since we were in diapers and I couldn't have asked for a better friend.

In other words, my life is pretty ordinary and boring. Fun, right?

Anyways, for an early birthday present my mom gave me a diary to write down my thoughts. To help me feel more organized and have a place to vent me thoughts when needed. I thought I should write a little introduction to my life.

Well, hi, this is me. Well, today is the first day of school, so I better get going or else my dad will have my head.

-Sincerely, B.S

Notes: divider by @enchanthings-a idea inspired by a post I saw on tumblr and a fanfiction concepts I saw on reddit.

[sgtpeppers]

So slightly inspired by that anon who asked about weird Paul facts, I'm a bit curious if you could elaborate more on Paul's relationship with his dreams? (side note: I had to look up a photo of Allen Klein and no hate to him but Paul was so real for being scared I would've been terrified too if that guy was putting me to sleep as a dentist)

Hey! Thank you for the question, I'd love to talk about this! (also you're so right, dentists freak me out anyway but he would be particularly terrifying).

So Paul said in a 2020 interview with the New York Times (x) that he’s “a great believer in dreams" and "a great rememberer of dreams” and boy does he like to tell people about them. I do think sometimes there’s a bit (or a lot) of exaggeration, but even so, they’re important enough to him that he wants us to think that’s the story. 

So I’ve pulled together the quotes I can remember, and there’s definitely more than this, but I’ve tried to split them into categories and provided a couple of examples of each, plus some of my thoughts.

Dreams & Creation:

Look, yeah, we’ve heard these stories a million times, and I think the story of Let It Be in particular is a bit more complicated than the way Paul tells it now. But what’s important to me is the idea that creative people will pay attention to things like dreams, their mind wandering off, daydreaming etc. Everyone does it, but I think people like Paul who just have that instinct to make things, get good at noticing the little threads their subconscious has picked up from somewhere and learn to follow them. 

Somewhere in a dream, I heard this tune. When I woke up, I thought, ‘I love that tune. What is it? Is it Fred Astaire? Is it Cole Porter? What is it?’ I fell out of bed and the piano was right there, just to the side. I thought I’d try and work out how the song went.

(On Yesterday, The Lyrics, 2022) 

I fell asleep exhausted one day and had a dream in which my mum (who had died ten years previously) did in fact come to me…and she said to me ‘Everything will be alright. Let it be.’ I woke up thinking this would be a great subject for a song.”

(On Let It Be, The Lyrics, 2022)

This series – I just woke up one morning and I had a germ of an idea, which is all I want really. I don’t want too formed an idea, it’s just not who I am.

(On a series of paintings he did, interview with Modern Painters, 2000). 

Anxiety Dreams: 

We’ve all had them; turning up to school or work with no clothes, having to take a test you haven’t studied for etc. Paul’s no different, only the things he worries about are a little less mundane - gigs going wrong, audiences losing interest, or that guy you definitely don’t want to be your manager turning up as a creepy dentist. 

I also quite like in the quote about Klein below, the idea that he somehow invaded Paul's dreams which are supposed to be a safe space, especially if we're thinking about Paul's dreams in terms of a creative source for him. Klein appearing in them as a villain conjures the idea of him blocking Paul's creativity.

I was having dreams Klein was a dentist. I remember telling everyone and they all laughed but I said, ‘No, this was a fucking scary dream!’ I said, ‘I can’t be with this guy any longer. He’s in my dreams now, and he’s a baddie.’ He was giving me injections in my dreams to put me out and I was thinking, Fucking hell! I’ve just become so powerless. There’s nothing I can do to stop the rot.

(Many Years From Now, Barry Miles)

It’s actually a recurring dream of mine: I’m playing and people start walking out, and I’m trying to think of a song that will get them back – “do ‘Long Tall Sally’ - quick!” – but they keep walking – “let’s do ‘Yesterday’!” – it’s typical performer’s insecurities.

(You Gave Me The Answer, 2022)

Dreams about people he’s lost:  

Paul has experienced a lot of grief in his life from a young age, and with people he had extremely close relationships with. I think it’s super understandable that he’d put a lot of meaning in them appearing in his dreams. I will note, there are a lot more examples of this than I’ve included here, and in particular he talks about dreaming of John a lot, but I think these two quotes sum up his feelings on people appearing to him.

When you dream about seeing someone you’ve lost, even though sometimes it’s just for a few seconds, it really does feel like they’re right there with you, and it’s as if they’ve always been there. I think anyone who’s lost someone close to them understands that, especially in the period of time just after they’ve passed away. Still to this day I dream about John and George and talk to them. But in this dream, seeing my mum’s beautiful, kind face and being with her in a very peaceful place was very comforting.

(On Let It Be, The Lyrics, 2022) 

I love when people revisit you in your dreams. I often have band dreams and they're crazy. I'm often with John and just talking about something, and I come to get my Hofner bass, ready to play, and it's covered in sticky tape. You know, dreams.

(The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, 2019)

Shared dreams with John: 

Part of that weird belief he and John had that they had some sort of telepathic connection was the idea that they shared dreams. I find this very endearing despite the fact I don’t think it was true. (I think probably sometimes they’d just tell each other their dreams and they were so dead set on them being Special and Different the other one would just be like ‘omg me too’) Anyway, repeating what I said about the song dreams, I do think the fact Paul tells these stories as though they are true is still interesting, and shows the importance to him. 

The first quote is also interesting just due to the fact Paul does seem to have some kind of belief that dreams can be 'minor premonitions'.

Life gives you minor premonitions. You don’t think of them as premonitions until the dream comes true and then you think, ‘Hey, I wonder if that was a sign.’ I remember when John and I were first hanging out together, I had a dream about digging in the garden with my hands. I’d dreamt that before but I’d never found anything other than an old tin can. But in this dream I found a gold coin. I kept digging and I found another. And another. The next day I told John about this amazing dream I’d had and he said, ‘That’s funny, I had the same dream.’ So both of us had this dream of finding this treasure. And I suppose you could say it came true. I remember years later talking about it – ‘Remember that dream we had?’; ‘Yeah, that was far out.’ So the message of that dream was: keep digging, lads.

(Interview with Big Issue, 2012)

There’s also this conversation from Get Back which is technically a John dream, but you can infer that John’s expecting Paul to have had the same dream: 

John: [to Paul] Hey…did you dream about me last night? Paul: I don’t remember. John: Very strong dream. We both dreamt about it… Amazing. Different dreams, you know. I thought you must have been there. I mean, I was touching you. George: Was it sexually oriented? Paul: Oh, you know, John, don’t worry about it. John: There’s nothing to worry about.

Misc: 

So I used a small piece of this quote earlier, from Paul's interview about his paintings, and also I see the part about having homosexual dreams floating around all the time (and I get it, it’s a kinda funny thing to say), but I actually think the whole quote is a really interesting insight into the meaning Paul places on dreams, and that initial point I made about following threads that your brain gives you:

But that’s what started to fascinate me. It’s probably an accident, but also what I like about that is the inner content, that I have no idea what my dreams are about. I’ve no idea, yet they’re every bit as real as sitting here with you. But my interior world, I think it’s not a bad idea to try and tap it.  My view is that these things are there whether you want them or not, in your interior. You don’t call up dreams, they happen, often the exact opposite of what you want. You can be heterosexual and be having a homosexual dream and wake up, and think, “Shit, am I gay?” I like that you don’t have control over it. But there is some control — it is you dreaming, it is your mind it’s all happening in. In a way my equation would be that my computer is fully loaded by now. Maybe in younger people there’s a little bit of loading to go, but mine’s loaded pretty much, so what I try and do is allow it to print out unbeknown to me. And I’m interested to hear what it’s got in there.  I think we must be interested as musicians as often our music arrives that way. I dreamed the song Yesterday. It was just in a dream, I woke up one morning and had a melody in my head. so I have to believe in that.”

(Interview with Modern Painters, 2000)

And just to finish off, that lovely succinct quote I took from the NYT article at beginning of this post actually leads into a bit of a longer conversation about Paul’s dreams. Which yeah… it’s Paul. Of course he has something to say about sex in dreams and somehow manages to make it weirder. 

What’s the last interesting dream you had? Last night’s was pretty good. What was it? It was of a sexual nature, so I’m not sure it’s good for the Kids section. Pretty cool, though. Very interesting, dreams of a sexual nature when you’re married. Because your married head is in the dream saying: “Don’t do this. Don’t go here.” And just to let you know, I didn’t. It was still a good dream.”

(New York Times interview, 2020)

So there we have it, like that quote says at the start, I think he's just become good at remembering his dreams and his creative brain likes to find meaning in them, or comfort in them when he's missing the people he loves but has lost. I also think there's a bit of an ego thing going on, and he probably like the narrative of things just appearing to him in dreams, but when you actually look at what he's saying, what's more accurate is he just uses little nuggets from them to build on.

Aaand I've gone on for far longer than I intended, but I hope this was helpful/interesting!

[hersaladdeer]

Chapter 14: Care

Part of a now completed (!!) prohero Shoji x female OC series. One long smutty chapter to close it out.

Link to Chapter index

Shoji was, by nature, a giver. He would use his body to defend others. He would use his abilities to scope out danger and prevent others from getting hurt. Everything he did was with others in mind.

Things were no different with Chikoe. He wanted to be the one to bring her pleasure. He selfishly wanted it to be his name she whimpered as she came undone. But Chikoe had other plans for him this morning.

She'd learned early into their time together that Shoji was very good at following instruction, and moreover, very open to being instructed. When they'd agreed to meet up for a drink in the early hours of the morning when they both wrapped up work and he'd shown up dressed in casual dark jeans and a white shirt, she'd decided to rile him up.

"I'm really not much of a drinker." Shoji had admitted, looking over the shops offerings. Chikoe had shrugged, moving her eyes up from the menu she held to meet his apologetic dark eyes. "You don't have to get anything with alcohol in it." She'd reached over - purposely providing him an uninterrupted view of her cleavage - and used a finger to lightly tap the mocktail section of the menu. She watched him shift slightly in his seat, purposely trying to avoid looking directly at her chest. Such a gentleman.

The bar was dimly lit, the wooden walls painted in a warm glow from the lanterns and bare bulbs that hung along the ceiling. The pair had settled into a corner area, although it didn't seem like anyone was paying them any attention.

"So, does this count as a date?" She questioned the man sitting across from her after their orders had been placed. It had been a few days since she'd returned back to work, and Shoji had refused to come over until they'd had what he termed a "proper date". Apparently her showing up to his agency on her lunch break with tea earlier in the day did not count, and he'd politely declined her request to visit her apartment that evening.

She'd fumed. She had needs, and while the chivalry was admirable, it was equally infuriating. They were both busy and carving out time for a date was difficult.

That's okay, I can take care of myself, then.

She'd sent him a quick picture of her perched on the edge of her bed in nothing but a pair of dark blue panties. She'd chosen the color on purpose, knowing it was a favorite of his. Her dark hair had been captured in the photo cascading over her breasts, covering her hard nipples.

She had watched the bubbles indicating that he was typing a response appear and disappear a few times. Finally, a response came through.

I'm on the late patrol. If you're still up later, I'd love to take you out for a date.

Shoji shook his head across from her, his mask hiding the smile she knew was plastered across his face. "Yes." He finally conceded, the amusement in his voice bringing a smile to her own face. "I can see the restriction of needing to go on an actual date instead of meeting up at your apartment caused you some stress."

"I'm enjoying myself. But I'd like the option to do both. Setting this as a gate was mean." A duplieye appeared over his shoulder. She suspected if it had possessed an eyebrow, it would be raised the same way the one on Shoji's face currently was.

"Mean?" He repeated with a laugh, picking up the tall glass filled with various herbs the server had silently placed in front of him with a duplihand as another appendage sprouted a mouth. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize the hardship of treating you to a drink was too burdensome for you."

"It's more the refusal to let me take care of you until this happened that was the mean part." Chikoe clarified. She watched Shoji's eyes narrow as he examined her.

"Take care of me?" He repeated, his tone questioning. Chikoe nodded. "Yeah. Which is what I'm going to do after this, if you'll let me." Chikoe sniffed the beverage that had been placed in front of her. It smelled of strawberries and lemon.

Chikoe had behaved herself for the rest of their date. She'd enjoyed talking with him, seeing him move under the dim lighting and how relaxed his eyes became during their morning together. He smiled easily, and although the mask hid it, the light in his eyes was expressive enough. He'd refused to let her pay their tab, insisting that he'd requested the date so he would pay.

Chikoe had smiled at him when they reached the front of her building. "So, are you going to let me take care of you?" She lifted her face up to meet his as she leaned into him, her hands meeting the taunt abdominal muscles underneath. She'd had the single drink before switching to mocktails, but the low level of alcohol in her system did give her extra courage.

"I-" The hesitancy in his voice made her freeze and slowly lift her hands away. "I'm not use to that." Shoji shared, but used one of his spare appendages to bring her back against him. "But that doesn't mean I'm not interested." She smiled as she pulled back, moving to open the door to her building.

"You're going to have to strip down." Chikoe said simply once they'd made their way into her apartment, shutting the door behind the pair. Shoji smiled, lifting his shirt over his head, tossing it into her apartment from the obnoxiously pink entryway. He included his mask as an afterthought.

"Pants too, then facedown on the bed." He'd lifted an eyebrow at the command. "You're not wasting anytime with this, I see." He commented as she turned to face him. She looped her fingers through the loops of his jeans, using them to pull him closer. He leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss as one pair of extra arms wrapped around her.

"It's been a week. I've got needs, and someone has been busy." She teased lightly, giving him a playful push towards her bedroom. He obliged and turned, detaching himself from her and walking into her bedroom. The sun had begun rising and Chikoe couldn't help but admire the muscles in his back as he laid down obediently, grabbing one of her pillows in his arms to lay against.

Chikoe opened her end table to retrieve some massage oil she'd picked up earlier in the week. She hopped up onto the bed, straddling his hips as he lay facedown. She noticed a duplieye watching her movements while she squirted some of the oil into her hands, rubbing them together to warm it up.

"You're always so busy taking care of everyone else." Chikoe placed her hands on the back of his neck, starting to massage the top of his traps. She felt him briefly tense under her touch before relaxing into it. "I thought it would be nice to be cared for. Is this a good start?" She questioned, smiling at the duplieye. "Yes." Another appendage which had formed into a mouth whispered. "But I don't mind taking care of you as well." She quickly snatched the oil away from the offending hand which had tried to steal her massage oil, shooing it away. Chikoe continued her work on his traps, slowly working her hands towards the ends of his shoulders. She took her time with the tense muscle. She was rewarded by a much more pliable muscle afterwards.

"How does that feel?" She questioned, squeezing a bit more oil into her hands as she began working on his shoulders. Another duplieye appeared over his shoulder as she felt a slight tug on her braid as it quickly came undone. As she looked over her shoulder she saw a duplihand quickly pull away, as if it had been caught doing something it shouldn't be. She giggled at the antics. Shoji watched, the smile and giggle she gave warming his heart.

"Everything you do feels great. Although it hardly seems fair that I'm mostly naked while you're still fully clothed." She felt a pair of appendages slide their way up her thighs slowly, savoring the feeling of her. She began massaging his shoulder blades, using her thumbs to work out a particularly large knot.

"Trying to figure out of I'm still wearing that blue pair?" She met his eyes, a slight smile on his face. "Jokes on you, I'm not wearing any underwear." Shoji was suddenly grateful she'd asked him to strip his pants off. Laying facedown in jeans with an erection would not have been comfortable, no matter how nicely Chikoe was massaging him.

"That's-" She felt Shoji push up from the bed and a pair of arms grip her from behind, supporting her as he did so. As he stood he gently placed her on the bed, her back hitting the mattress as he turned to face her. "Not fair." He finished, making quick work of the tights she wore. She was left exposed before him and resisted the urge to cover herself. Rather than shy away from it, she opened her legs for him with a smirk.

Chikoe began rubbing slow circles with her massage oil slickened hand, letting out a moan that caused Shoji's cock to twitch in his boxers. "Yet, it's true." She didn't stop rubbing the circles as Shoji looked over her body, as though taking it in for the first time and committing it to memory. "But this isn't about me." She closed her legs as she sat up, moving closer to the edge of the bed. Chikoe reached for the waistband of the boxers he wore.

"Red, yellow, green?" Shoji placed a pair of hands over hers, pausing her movement. "Do you remember?"

"Stop, slow, go." Chikoe pulled the thin fabric down. Shoji's eyes were heavy and lidded as his cock sprung free, but a duplieye remained trained on her, as though if he looked away he might miss a detail he was trying to capture. She used one hand to spread the oil along his cock, the other going to gently tug his balls. The man's hips bucked involuntarily, and his dulieye was proven useful as his head slowly rolled back, eyes closing. "That-gaa," The mans sentence was cut off as she repeated the motion, placing a single lick on the sensitive tip of his cock. Her hot breath and gentle tugging was like an electric shock, and Shoji felt goosebumps form on his skin despite the warmth in the room.

"P-please," The plea came as a whisper as Chikoe gave the head of his cock another lick before wrapping her lips around it. "Let me do the same for you." Chikoe felt a mouth gently lick at her center and removed Shoji's cock from her mouth with a pop.

"I'm supposed to be taking care of you." Chikoe pouted at the duplieye that had been watching her play with him. She felt his cock twitch in her hand as she looked up at the man towering over her. Another hand ran itself through her hair, savoring the feeling of the silken locks. "Taking care of you takes care of me." Chikoe rolled her eyes.

"You never take, do you? You only give." Chikoe felt Shoji wrap his arms around her and gently move her back so he could kneel on the bed between her legs. "I don't want to take anything from you." Shoji's eyes darkened as he looked at her core, slick with want and oil. She felt a tongue lick up her inner thigh as his true hand went to reach for her breast. "I'm honored that you'd let me give you pleasure. I don't need anything more than that."

"Mezo." The tone of Chikoe's voices caught him off guard and he stopped his movements to meet her gaze. "I don't want you to take anything from me. But I do want to focus on you today. That doesn't mean you're taking. Think of it as..." Chikoe's eyes looked up as her head tilted slightly as she looked for the correct word, a movement that Shoji found adorable. "Prioritizing." She concluded, her eyes once again meeting his.

Shoji considered her words. "Fine." He conceded, using his main arms to grab her waist. Another pair made quick work of her shirt and bra, tossing them into a pile on the floor. "But that doesn't mean you don't get to enjoy this." The hands from her hips made their way to her breasts, pinching the hardened nubs. Chikoe arched her back, allowing another pair of arms to weave under and flip her over.

Shoji did not think of himself as a perverted man. He had needs the same as anyone else, but that did not make him perverted. Recently, when he'd been taking care of himself in the shower, this is the image his mind had been conjuring. Chikoe on her hands and knees before him, her ass in the air, the view exaggerating the cinch of her waist. Her sex wet with want for him, her hair cascading down her back in shining waves.

Now that it was before him, he knew his mind had been conjuring a poor substitute for the real thing. "Tell me how wet you are for me." Not having to meet her eyes made it easier for Shoji to ask for what he wanted. What he wanted was to know that he was the one making her wet, making her squirm. Making her feel good.

"I'm dripping wet for you." Chikoe pushed back against him, rubbing her wetness along his length. Shoji let out a shaky breath as she did so, using his main hands to still her movements. He kept a duplieye trained on her, making sure that she wasn't showing any sign of discomfort. Instead all he saw was a blush on her face as she bit her bottom lip, clearly enjoying the feeling of his hands on her. "That is all for you, Mezo."

He pushed his length along her wetness, savoring the warmth that coated his cock. He felt her try to move, to chase more friction, but his hands held her steady. A duplihand found it's way between them and lightly brushed Chikoe's sensitive bundle of nerves. So lightly that Chikoe groaned in frustration against the hold he had on her.

"Green?" Shoji questioned, remembering her catatonic state after the explosion incident. "Yes, green, just...you're a tease." Chikoe pouted over her shoulder at him. He smiled at her before using a duplihand to gently push her shoulders, folding her into the bed.

"You said you wanted me to prioritize what I want. What I want is to watch you come undone for me." Chikoe felt a pair of hands run along the back of her thighs, then the fingertips scratching on their way back down. She felt her hips wiggle, begging for more. A tongue pressed to her sex and gave a small lick, small enough that Chikoe once again tried to push back into it. The tongue pulled away and Chikoe found herself wanting for any stimulation. Any friction.

"Please, Mezo." Chikoe tried to lift her head, but felt a gentle hand between her shoulder blades encourage her back down. There was no force behind the movement - Chikoe suspected that getting the man to be rough with her would be difficult - but the ask was clear. He wanted her bent into the bed. "I need more, please." She pleaded as she gave into the mans wants.

"I don't think you do." The whisper was directly beside her head. "You're so wet for me. I don't think you need more. Do you think you can hold still for me?" Chikoe nodded into the mattress, turning her head to look at Shoji the white haired man that loomed behind her. He was flushed, clearly as flustered as she was. His hands loosened from her waist as he once again ran his length along her slit. Chikoe groaned and gripped the sheets at the contact, grateful for the friction. The movement sent waves of pleasure along pulsating outwards from her core. Before she could think, she felt Shoji's hands tighten around her hips.

"Hmm, seems you can't." Shoji mused, and Chikoe realized she had moved her hips against him. "That's a shame." Chikoe felt him rub a knuckle along her slit, pausing at her clit. "I want to make you cum, but I can't do that if you can't keep your word."

"I didn't mean-" Chikoe's explanation came out more desperately than she had intended. "I didn't think-" Chikoe went to sit up again, and she once again felt that gentle hand on her shoulder. Shoji still wouldn't put any force behind it, instead just conveying what would make him happy. She took a shaky breath before she stopped her movement and put her face back into the mattress.

"I've thought about you like this." Shoji confessed as a hand lovingly rubbed her ass cheek. "I've cum thinking about you like this." Shoji trailed his fingertips from the back of her neck down to her back dimples, following it closely with a duplitongue. "Now that I have you here, all I want is to keep you like this for as long as possible. Will you let me?" Shoiji questioned, lining him cock up to her entrance.

"Yes." Chikoe's confirmation had the cadence of a plea. She felt his hands wrap around her waist again, holding her steady.

"I'll go slow. To savor this." Chikoe's gasp transformed into a moan as he pushed into her, her wetness making the entry easier. It was still a stretch but Shoji was true to his word, going painfully slow so as to not hurt her. Chikoe tried to push back, tried to get him to fully seat himself in her, but was held steady by Shoji's hands. "None of that, now." He chastised. "That's not the priority. I want to enjoy every moment of this." Shoji began moving forward again, slowly, watching his cock disappear into her. The sight was absolutely erotic and he almost didn't want it to end.

"P-p-please." Chikoe found herself begging, wanting him to fill her and fuck her. Her skin felt too hot, the wetness between her legs and the teasing Shoji was doing had made quick work of her resolve. In one swift movement Shoji fully sheathed himself in her, and Chikoe cried out from the satisfying feeling of fullness it brought on.

"You're so beautiful. I'll fuck you any way you want me to." Shoji's words came out as grunts and whispers as he began thrusting painfully slow, savoring the feeling of her heat enveloping him. "But this? I've been thinking about this since you were perched in my lap. About how beautiful you'd look bent over. About watching my cock-" Shoji snapped his hips forward suddenly, causing Chikoe cry out in pleasure, "disappear into you. And this is far, far better than I could have imagined." Shoji used the hands he'd locked around her waist to pull her into him. His movements became more frantic as the sound of slapping skin filled the room. Another pair of hands reached down to fondle her breasts and he savored the feeling of her softness in his hands. Chikoe felt a tongue begin lapping at her clit, causing the pulsations from her core to become more powerful.

"M-Mezo," Chikoe groaned out as her ass bounced against him, his strong arms holding her steady, "I'm going to c-" The mouth against her clit began lightly sucking instead, the sensation causing the pulsing from her legs to completely envelop her. What was previously a pulse turned into a wave that pulled her under with surprising force. Shoji didn't stop his motions or ministrations against her, dragging out her orgasm, and Chikoe was vaguely aware that she was spasming against his cock.

"Chi." The whisper in her ear pulled her back down to earth. Shoji's pace hadn't slowed, the movements quickly becoming overstimulating. "Where do you want me to cum?" He questioned, aware of his impending orgasm.

"Wherever you want." Shoji groaned at the answer, his mind filled with possibilities. Imaging them all pushed him over the edge and he pulled out, spraying his cum all over the back of her thighs. The feeling had left him exhausted. Shoji jumped slightly as he felt Chikoe press his lips against his own. She'd turned while he was basking in the post orgasm glow, wrapping her arms around his neck. He quickly enveloped her in his own arms and moved the pair, laying them on her bed.

"Stay?" Chikoe questioned, her eyes fluttering shut from the warmth and exhaustion.

"Of course."

It's sad to see this one end, but I'm also happy with it! There's some things left to explore that can be done in one-shots as the mood strikes. Thank-you for reading!

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[campbyler]

our chapters average at 27,000 words, the total fic length is already 3x the average novel length, and we lost one of the authors working on this fic. it must be so nice to only have to endure the wait for a chapter to be uploaded so that you can interact with it rather than being the one to actually write it.

im going to be cruel (no pun intended) to be kind: this is such an intense externalisation of blame. you are the ones in control of the fic length; the chapters could handle some heavy editing and it wouldnt make them any less wonderful (such as regarding the descriptions of mike and will's internal thoughts, not the action between the characters themselves). fic is free and its a gift to be able to read works that inspire our hearts and minds while we wait for the show, but then again, when at the stern of a juggernaut work such as this, one that will inevitably have many followers chomping at the bit on tumblr as well as ao3 (as you designed it to have!), you surely must be aware of something that only usually exists in professional marketing spaces involving customers + brand IP: the relationship between consumer and creator, and what they can give each other.

not 'owe each other' - nothing is owed, except perhaps basic human kindness. fans want your work, and its free, so we should be grateful; likewise, you want readers, feedback and clicks, and that should be free, too. but in order for this to work smoothly, there has to be fair give and take. i mean, if you wanted to monetize the fic i'm sure many people would pay to read it, but thats beside the point here.

what fans of this fic simply want is the same honesty and self-awareness from you that they might expect from any artist who has embarked on such am ambitious project. and this doesnt just mean transparency about potential uploading dates (which is already much appreciated by the majority!), or notifications about how hard it is to balance work and life (something most people on the planet struggle with). it means total honesty and hard answers. people like to know where they stand. plenty of writers (both professional and fan alike) abandon works for months, years at a time, and if the work is THAT good, people will always be thrilled to see a return. it's the mucking people about that is what destroys relationships - no matter how good your reasons are.

your fic is wonderful and very, very memorable. you could take a big, undefined hiatus and people would, im sure, return, including me. seeing you admit that you have been prioritizing this fic over your mental health does not inspire confidence either, or even comfort - do i want to read something that has caused the creator such harm?

i think everything about this process would be happier for everyone if you set boundaries that work for you and didn't place blame elsewhere. after all, as you said, it's just a fanfic. it doesnt matter if you don't finish it. it doesnt matter if it takes all the way to s5 for 10.2 to release. everyone would, though, appreciate you taking a stance and being consistent (and therefore fair) to both yourselves and the readers.

please feel free to not post this publicly or do as you wish with it.

hello! thank you for your feedback and for sharing it in a way that is both kind and respectful. you make many valid points that i agree with -- we are in control of the word counts and could stand to edit down more, and we do recognize where being transparent about the reasons behind the chapter delays might not inspire confidence or comfort. i do, however, think that isolating one response/chain of responses to a particular ask is a little unfair, so i'd like to provide additional context.

i do not think that it's fair to say that we haven't been honest, self-aware, or fair, because we have been incredibly transparent throughout the entire run of the fic (over a year) about our writing process. just last month suni said she hadn't been working on 10.2 at all because abby had been visiting her house, and readily took ownership of that fact. there was a 4-month wait between chapters 9.1 and 9.2, and i was very open about the fact that i simply needed a break for at least the first of those months because i didn't want to write it. we have continued to maintain several times that we are not abandoning the fic, even if it takes longer between chapters, and have tried to stay as active as possible on the blog because we know that seeing us interact with asks Does inspire confidence. if you just scroll down and see how we have answered other asks inquiring about the upload, we responded kindly and respectfully.

what you interpreted as externalization of blame in that one (1!) ask response was me trying to provide perspective to someone who clearly lacked it. we understand that people will be frustrated about chapter delays, especially if we keep pushing them back, and this is also something that we have received feedback about before and tried to implement; however, it is also a double-edged sword where if we don't give an estimated upload, people get upset, or we give an estimated upload that we think is completely reasonable for us to achieve and then hurdles get in the way, whether it's writer's block or work or time with friends. i absolutely get the frustration on the receiving end, but something i have learned from being in this fandom for two years is that a pretty big majority of those who are interacting with fanworks are not creating it themselves, hence why my response -- while snippy and annoyed, because i was matching the energy, and will not apologize for that -- was contextualizing the whys behind the chapter delay: the chapters are long, the fic is long, we are down one entire body from where we started. the intention was not to shuck blame off of ourselves, but i get that intentions don't always translate into effect, so it's understandable that it was received differently.

we don't always respond to things perfectly. when we have a million and one asks inquiring about the next upload, one stray one that comes off the wrong way is likely going to set us off, because we are people, and this is not a job. we have set a boundary by disabling anon, and again, i cannot stress enough how much i appreciate that you've come to us with this feedback off-anon and with respect and decency. i get where you are coming from and again, agree with a lot of your points.

the only other thing i want to make clear is that this fic, no matter how much attention its garnered, should not be treated as a creator/consumer relationship that mirrors anything where the exchange of money is involved. not only is it unfair to apply this standard to fanworks, where it is illegal to monetize such content, but the entire purpose of fanworks is to celebrate what you are a fan of together. when you apply expectations on either end -- i am a fan of this work, therefore, people should create timely content for it; i am creating this fanwork, therefore, people should interact with it -- defeats the entire nature of fan-created work as a whole. while we have continued to be vocally grateful for the love and support our fic has been shown, we both maintain that we would continue writing and continue uploading even if we were getting less than half of the amount of interaction that we do. it's nice to have interaction, but not necessary, because we what write and post is done because we love it, and it's shared so that we can look back on it, so our friends can enjoy it, and anyone else who might want to. we are, of course, excited to share that world with anyone who cares -- we created the blog and the promo because we wanted to share it -- but that does not mean that the relationship between us and our readers should have expectations. we are all creating and enjoying this work for free for the sake of love for the characters, as the star trek obsessed housewives of the 60s (and the law) have intended.

i feel like this response is a bit jumbled so i apologize if anything isn't clear or hard to understand. thank you again for your time!

[silverynight]

Sweet promises

Tanjirou's life changes completely when a stranger saves him and his family from a demon.

He's taller than Tanjirou, and his eyes are deep blue that probably hide so many emotions in them.

"Thank you!" Tanjirou smiles again, slightly tugging the swordsman by his haori. "Please, stay over for dinner. It's the least we can do."

"My name is Tomioka Giyuu," he finally introduces himself as he watches intently how Tanjirou pulls his long, red hair into a ponytail. "And it'd be a pleasure to have dinner with you and your family."

"Great! I'm Kamado Tanjirou, by the way!"

He introduces his family and they all have a nice time as they eat; Tanjirou's Mom and his siblings are aware of what happened and are so grateful to Tomioka, they basically welcome him into their family instantly.

He leaves that day after pulling Tanjirou into a hug, but comes back a few days later and begs the family to move into a secure house he prepared for them.

Tomioka explains everything he knows about demons that day, and even though he thinks it'll take a while for another one to appear; the place seems rather hidden, he'll feel a lot better if they decide to go with him.

After a couple of minutes of Kie talking to her eldest son and daughter, she decides to accept the swordsman's offer.

They follow him.

"I think he's doing this because of you, Tanjirou," Nezuko tells him as soon as Tomioka gets distracted talking to Kie on the way to their new home.

"What do you mean?"

"He's quite taken with you already."

Tanjirou blushes, but shakes his head immediately.

"Of course not. He's just being a nice person."

Nezuko looks back at him with amusement, like she knows a lot more than Tanjirou, but doesn't say anything else.

***

The place is way bigger than the house they used to live in, but Tomioka assures them all that it's completely theirs.

"Also... it's very close to my estate," he informs Tanjirou, as his cheeks turn slightly pink. "So I can pay you visits every now and then if you want."

"I'd love to, Tomioka-san!" Tanjirou beams. For a moment, he feels like he's going to start sobbing because he's so happy. His family is safe now. He's still not sure what he's going to do for a living, but he knows he can get a decent job in no time.

Tanjirou starts working at a small restaurant a few days later, even though the water hashira assures him he can provide for him and his family, and he often does, but Tanjirou likes to keep himself active.

He likes to work.

As Tomioka later explains to him, that whole area belongs to the Corps, which is why Tanjirou often sees boys and girls wearing peculiar uniforms walking around and inside the restaurant.

"I haven't seen you here before," a female slayer points out, after Tanjirou brings a bowl of noodles to her and her friends' table.

"My family moved in a month ago!" Tanjirou smiles, prompting the girl to blush. "We love this place already!"

"I'm glad," another slayer says, grinning at the redhead. "So we get to see your pretty face often!"

Tanjirou gets so flustered he blushes to the tip of his ears, but nods anyway before going back inside the kitchen.

"You got a lot of admirers already," the owner comments with amusement. "I'm pretty sure you'll get married soon."

Tanjirou shakes his head, not trusting his own voice at the moment. His boss is a nice man, but the redhead thinks he's exaggerating a bit.

The water hashira walks in the restaurant a few days later. The owner respects him a lot, and he often offers Tomioka food for free, but the Pillar always insists on paying for everything.

"He's a hashira," the man explains to Tanjirou, even though the redhead knows a little bit about ranks already. "Listen, those slayers that came the other day are good people and do their best, but that one over there with the mismatched haori is the one who makes sure this whole area is safe."

Tanjirou looks over at Tomioka, who seems to be waiting patiently, and feels another wave of admiration for him inside his chest.

The water hashira meets his eyes then, and smiles at him before waving.

"Oh," the owner notices, looking back at Tanjirou. "You caught that one's attention too?"

Blushing to the tip of his ears, Tanjirou shakes his head rather fast.

"It's not like that!" He tries to explain. "He saved me and my family from a demon a while ago. That's why I know him!"

The man looks at Tanjirou with amusement and for a moment, that look reminds him of Nezuko.

"He doesn't smile at all... in fact, it's the first time I've seen him smile in years," the man continues. He prepares a special bowl and hands it to Tanjirou. "Go ahead, take this to him."

"Tanjirou," the smile on the Pillar's face turns even wider as the redhead approaches his table. "Nezuko told me you'd be here."

"There's been a lot of work lately," Tanjirou says then. "The slayers like to come here often."

"I know you like to stay active," Tomioka says after a couple of seconds. "But you don't have to work too much. I can perfectly take care of your family's expenses."

"It's okay, I like this job. Besides, you do a lot for us already," Tanjirou reminds him. "I saw the cute yukata you bought for Rokuta the other day. He loves it, by the way."

"I'm glad."

Tomioka has a particular way of looking right into Tanjirou's eyes that usually makes him feel flustered.

"I have to go back to the kitchen!"

The water hashira grabs him by the wrist before Tanjirou can leave.

"When do you have a day off?"

"Tomorrow, actually."

"I'll see you tomorrow then."

When Tanjirou gets back inside the kitchen, still flustered, the owner grins at him.

"You should marry that one. He's clearly besotted already, and since he's a hashira, he can take care of you better than the other slayers that make heart eyes at you."

"Thanks for the a-advice!" Tanjirou stammers as his face turns completely red. "But we're just friends!"

"Are you kidding me? He looks at you like you're his entire world!"

Tanjirou doesn't argue with that because he's too flustered to speak, but he assures himself the man is mistaken.

***

This time, Tomioka says he wants to take Tanjirou to the nearby town, and even though he walks in the Kamados house to say 'Hi' it looks like he wants to spend time with Tanjirou only.

There are a lot of people in that town who know about the existence of demons and are very aware of who Tomioka is. Some of them even bow in front of him when they see him.

Tanjirou runs into a couple of slayers too, the ones who keep coming in the restaurant he works at.

"You look really cute today!" One female slayer compliments him as the others get closer.

"Thank you!" He smiles. "You too!"

"Listen, Tanjirou... I was wondering–Ouch! Why did you elbow my ribs like that, Kana? Oh, yeah... I mean, we were wondering if–"

"Are these your friends, Tanjirou?" Tomioka finally turns around before putting a hand on the redhead's shoulder.

"Yes, they come almost every single day to the place I work at and–"

"I'm sorry!" The three of them look over Tanjirou's shoulder and turn pale at the same time. "We have to go back training!"

He watches in confusion as they leave, like they just saw a demon. Tomioka leans closer to him before nuzzling against the left side of his head gently.

"Let's go get something to eat. I know another place around here."

"Alright!"

Tomioka makes sure to keep visiting him, especially him... which is nice. Tanjirou is sure they're good friends now and the water hashira enjoys his company a lot.

After a few weeks, however, the Pillar asks to see Kamado Kie and Nezuko. He talks with both of them while Tanjirou takes care of Rokuta and Shigeru. Takeo and Hanako are talking about how they have seen this coming a long time ago, which only confuses the redhead.

"What do you mean?"

Takeo rolls his eyes, makes a disgusted expression before saying: "Tomioka-san is probably going to ask Mom and Nezuko permission to start a courtship."

"Is he going to court Nezuko?" Tanjirou asks suddenly, not sure how to feel about it.

Hanako giggles, as Takeo stares at him like he's crazy.

"How could he? If he's in love with you!" His little sister says, still giggling.

"What?"

However, before his siblings can say anything else, Tomioka comes out of another room, followed by an amused Nezuko, and a very content Kie.

He kneels in front of Tanjirou and takes one of his hands as his cheeks turn slightly pink.

"Your mother and your sister gave me their approval already," Tomioka mumbles, looking a bit nervous. "I'd like to court you, but it's okay if you just want to be my friend. I'd understand, so don't feel like you have to say–"

"Yes," Tanjirou cuts him off, feeling himself getting red as he speaks. "I'd love for you to court me, Tomioka-san!"

The hashira is so happy he gives the redhead a kiss on the lips in front of his family. Most of them laugh happily, but Takeo makes a puking sound, although Tanjirou knows he's actually happy for him too.

***

Mitsuri has told Obanai multiple times that Giyuu looks a lot happier lately, especially during the last couple of meetings. Although she knows he doesn't care about it that much; she's still curious.

When she mentions it to Shinobu though, she agrees with her and says that she has noticed it too.

"He's not very communicative, so I doubt he'll say anything, even if we ask him," the insect hashira mumbles after a while.

"I'll try to ask him anyway!" Mitsuri says, and that's the end of it... that day at least.

Ubuyashiki calls them all to have another meeting and the love hashira is ready to ask Giyuu a little bit about his life, but she doesn't have to because this time, she notices the wedding ring on his finger.

"Giyuu... I think you should bring Tanjirou more often," Ubuyashiki says casually after he listens to their latest reports. "So you can introduce him to the others."

Tanjirou? Is that Giyuu's spouse? So Ubuyashiki knows him!

"I will, if that's what Oyakata-sama wants," the water hashira nods, although he doesn't look quite happy about it.

"Actually, I did invite him today so he'll be joining us any moment now," Amane cuts in then, looking a bit amused out of the sudden.

"Who's Tanjirou?" Kyojuro asks with curiosity.

However, the other Pillar doesn't get the opportunity to answer that question because Tengen also notices what Mitsuri did from the beginning.

"Is he your husband?" The sound hashira asks, a bit loud, but looking like he's having fun. "I didn't know you were married!"

"I got married... a while ago."

"He has to meet my wives!"

"Tanjirou is usually very busy... I don't think–"

"Giyuu-san!"

He gets cut off by the arrival of the most beautiful young man Mitsuri has ever seen. His eyes are red, but they shine with a bright shade of pink under the sunlight. His hair is long, tied up into a ponytail; it's a deeper shade of red than his eyes and looks so soft, Mitsuri is dying to ask him if he'd let her braid it.

"I brought you the bento I made this morning," he says sweetly to his husband before giving the water hashira a kiss on the cheek. He turns around and notices the other Pillars are staring at him with undivided attention, Gyomei even leans his body in the direction he heard Tanjirou's soft voice. "Hi! I'm Tomioka Tanjirou, I'm glad to meet you all. I brought you a couple of onigiri for each of you so you don't leave with an empty stomach."

Mitsuri loves him already and has the feeling the others do too, although Giyuu doesn't look happy about it.

"Tanjirou, it's time to go back home," the water hashira says rather quickly, as he places a possessive hand on his husband's tiny waist.

"Oh, alright! It was a pleasure to meet you!"

"The pleasure was ours, my boy!"

"Come back soon!"

"You can come to my estate whenever you want!"

Giyuu takes Tanjirou in his arms then and leaves as soon as possible; he doesn't even give his husband the opportunity to agree to any of the invitations.

Mitsuri has the feeling he probably did it on purpose.

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How dare you refuse to pay my therapy bills after the torment you’ve cause me 🥲 Anyway turnabouts fair play.

TW: dead body, resurrection (probs others it’s like 2 am so it’s time to get morbid in ur inbox :p)

I feel like if any of the bats tried to dip Tim in the Lazarus pits, something Tim has explicitly said multiple times that he doesn’t want to get dipped into then maybe young justice would have to intervene on Tim’s behalf.

Tim is obsessed with doing things perfectly and that includes things pertaining to himself. If he’s not coming back right then don’t you dare bring him back.

So i’m imaging Jason getting ready to dip Tim in the pits, after his obligatory mental breakdown about it, only for a blur to suddenly take Tim’s corpse away.

Then young justice has to deal with the fact that they have one of their best friend’s corpses with them that they’re just hiding from the bats. Probably having to use one of Tim’s contingencies to stay away from them while dealing with the emotion turmoil of everything that they’re doing.

Then there’s the question of just what exactly they’re going to do with Tim’s body. Do they keep playing keep away from the bats with Tim’s body until it fully decomposes. It would usually never work but maybe with Tim’s contingencies they could pull it off.

Or should they destroy the body so throughly that there’s nothing left to be dipped in the pit? Are they going to cremate their best friend knowing that they’re going to stop their friend from every coming back.

They would want Tim back and love him even if he ‘came back wrong’ but they have to respect Tim’s wishes. He would forgive them but they know that they would ruin Tim’s life if they ever put him through that.

Or maybe it’s a secret third option where they’re all scrambling to find a way to bring back Tim with no consequences. They’re all diving headfirst into cults, magical/cursed items, healing methods from the future that brought back the others or they’re reaching out to other planets and universes.

Nobody in young justice was mentally sane about other members. They’re all ride and die about each other.

Yay!!!! "Payment" for my therapy, lmao ^^

If YJ knew Jason was about to dip Tim in the creepy lime juice bath, they probably would intervene. I'd also imagine other Bats would as well.

You've listed 3 options for YJ post corpse-napping:

Keep away/hiding Tim's body until it decomposes (or until he comes back himself)

Destroying/cremating Tim's body

YJ finding an alternative solution to bring Tim back

I like the au/hc that Tim has a contingency in place in case he dies before he is supposed to. I don't mean this as Tim having plans for how to deal with his death (like his will), but as in Tim having a way to come back to life. It is, for obvious reasons, untested and not certain. Still, Tim might have a plan for that.

Therefore, YJ would either wait for Tim to come back or try to figure out another option just in case.

Either way, unless Tim explicitly told them DNR (with the R being revive/resurrect in this case), YJ is gonna get their bird back. The whole band will get back together for this cause (or at least provide support/aid where they can).

Just YJ desperately keeping Tim's body from the Bats as they try to revive him and keep that gods awful Pit juice from him.