#Advantages of Using Mobile Phones

[bmpmp3]

wait can i have a little hater moment again just for a minute. i reeeeeallly do not like texting and text log mechanics in otome games (and honestly any romance-based visual novel but i see it really commonly in otome and otome adjacent stuff) LIKE okay this is a personal skill issue but its nearly impossible to get me to text or message in any timely or reasonable manner in real life (sorry @ my irl friends following me.... im working on it) like i am NOT reading all that shit in a fake phone UI in a game i am playing for FUN. i love reading words but just give me an adv speech bubble for the love of god. nvl is fine too. please. please.

[michaela-o]

Hey ya all! Here's a thing i had in mind about how a tutorial written by decepticons on how to capture a human would look like :D

Enjoy!🧡✨️

Decepticon Recommendation: How to capture a human

Objective:

Humans are physically fragile but resourceful and quick to flee when threatened. A successful capture requires precision, intimidation, and a deep understanding of their weaknesses. The objective is to immobilize them efficiently while instilling fear, ensuring no damage that might render them unusable or dead unless necessary.

1. SCOUT AND ISOLATE THE TARGET

The first step in capturing a human is separating them from their support systems and escape routes.

• Identify solitude opportunities: Humans are most vulnerable when alone or in small groups. Wait until the target is isolated—walking in the dark, separated from a crowd or traveling in a vehicle through a remote area.

• Cut off communication: Humans rely heavily on their communication devices (phones, radios). Disable these devices first, either by emitting an electromagnetic pulse jamming their signal ir straight up crushing the device. With no way to call for help, their panic will increase.

• Block their escape routes: Humans are agile in confined spaces but slow in open terrain compared to a Cybertronian. Use the environment to your advantage by cornering them. Block off exits with your size, speed, or tools like energy barriers to force them into a limited area.

2. INSTILL FEAR AND CONFUSION

Humans respond predictably to fear. A frightened target is less coordinated and more likely to make mistakes.

• Make a show of power: Land heavily, crush nearby objects, or generate loud, reverberating sounds to assert your dominance. The more you appear as an unstoppable force, the quicker they will give up resistance.

• Use sudden movements: Humans are startled by abrupt changes in their environment. Appear out of nowhere, shift from stillness to speed instantly, or make sudden lunges to disorient them.

• Speak in a threatening manner: Use their language, but distort it to sound mechanical or predatory. Tell them what awaits if they resist, ensuring your tone conveys inevitability.

3. IMMOBILIZE THEM WITHOUT LETHALITY

Humans are painfully fragile. Overestimating their durability could render them unusable for sale or other purposes.

• Deploy restraints: Use non-lethal restraints like energy nets, magnetic tethers, or adhesive traps to immobilize them quickly. Avoid physical contact unless absolutely necessary, as their unpredictability can lead to unnecessary complications.

• Target mobility first: Humans heavily rely on their legs for escape. Immobilizing their lower body—through stunning their legs or pinning them to the ground—will neutralize their primary means of escape.

• Minimize struggle: If the human resists, use tools that apply pressure without causing harm. For instance, magnetic cuffs or a localized stasis field will incapacitate them without lasting damage.

5. ENSURE SECURE TRANSPORT

Once the human is captured, the transport phase is critical to ensure no escape attempts.

• Enclose the target: Humans are adept at exploiting even the smallest weaknesses in containment. Place them in an energy field, sealed pod, or reinforced cage to ensure they cannot interfere with your systems.

• Suppress movement: Even restrained humans can be disruptive. Induce a state of stasis by muzzling them, covering their helm or sedation to keep them docile during transport.

6. IF RESISTANCE PERSISTS

Should the human continue to resist, escalate your methods to assert dominance and ensure submission.

• Induce pain: Humans are highly sensitive to pain. A brief, non-lethal application of pressure or energy can quickly deter further resistance. For example, an electrical shock or tightening restraint will subdue most individuals.

• Make an example: If capturing multiple humans, ensure the others see the consequences of resistance. This will discourage further defiance.

• Break their will: Use psychological tactics such as threatening their loved ones or showing them the consequences of defiance through holographic projections or live displays of power.

KEY REMINDERS

• Avoid unnecessary damage: As stated above, dead or severely injured human is less useful for experimentation for they will last much less and are hard to sold on the black market for solid fortune.

• Control the narrative: Ensure the human understands their helplessness and that resistance will only lead to greater suffering.

"A human’s strength lies in their fragile belief in survival. Crush that belief, and their submission will follow." - decepticons

( lemme know if you would like me to make an Autobot version aswell !! :DD )

[teliphone]

Blackmail

Summary: You have been receiving text messages from an unknown caller. They know secrets that you didn't know yet. They use that as an advantage to string you closer to them. You need someone to treat you right.

Warning(s): Smut, Obsessive Behavior, Blackmail, Threats, Manipulations, Cheating, Praise Kink

Word Count: 6.2k

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A buzz from your phone vibrates the table, cutting you off mid-sentence. Your eyes stare at your phone which is facing down towards the cafeteria table. It vibrates several more times, suggesting you received more than just one text. You decide to ignore it because you had a feeling it may be from the unknown caller. The sender has been messaging you since last week. At first, the texts were weird but easier to handle. You believed it was a prank, but soon the texts started sounding more personal. Filled with uncomfortable threats and blackmail. As if the person knows you or about you. Someone in this school. 

You uncomfortable shift your weight to the opposite side, away from the phone. Noticing you have been staring at your phone for too long, you look back up at your best friend, Amber. You give her a sweet fake smile. She follows your eyes and nibbles the bottom of her lips. 

“Aren’t you going to check?” She questions. She leans forward to grab your phone. 

It’s normal for her to check considering you two have been best friends since middle school. She’d sometimes toss her phone aside and scroll through yours instead. Which is acceptable to you because you had nothing to hide from her. Especially since you believe she’s just scrolling through your media apps. She claims that your feed is far more entertaining than hers. You trust her with almost everything. On the other hand, she trusts you with everything she has. You weren’t the type to snoop much but with Amber's absolute trust in you… you could look through every single app on her phone. It was a joke at first when she gave you permission. To tease her and make her panic. There’s no way she’s that nonchalant. You’d bite your lips and narrow your eyes at her, finger lingering over the search history or deleted photo albums like a trigger. She gives no response. Just a shrug and a classic Amber response of:

“I have nothing to hide from you.” 

You roll your eyes and a groan escaped your lips. Letting the mobile device slip off your fingers and onto her bed.  

“No fun,” You sigh. 

This time you do have a secret to hide. Those texts were something you did not want Amber to read or see. They consist of things even Amber does not know. The last thing you want is for her to be worried for you. As she reaches for your phone, you quickly snatch it away. Shoving it into your pockets. Her face is in shock. You have never been so defensive towards her. 

“It’s nothing really. It’s just Ethan,” You lie. You couldn’t look at her expression and focus on the forgotten meal in front of you. She returns her hands back to her side slowly. Her eyes never leave yours. She decides to not interrogate you in front of all the other classmates. She’s going to find out sooner or later. 

“Oh okay... What does he want?” She asks with a hint of annoyance. She hates your so-called “boyfriend”. She does not believe you two are meant to be together. 

“He wanted to hang out tonight. His parents are gone on a trip,” You half lie. 

“You didn’t read the text,” She informs, narrowing her eyes at you. You shoot her a look of annoyance. What is this all of a sudden? An investigation?

“He’s been asking me since this morning okay?” You protest, “I know it’s him because he’s been desperate and a bit horny…. I-“ You pause. Secretly glancing around you in case someone hears. Every other student seems to be invested in their own conversations to pay attention to yours. Amber leans forward because she’s intrigued.

“I haven’t been doing it with him,” You breathe out. At least this time you weren’t lying to Amber. She groans in response. Pushing her food away from herself as an expression she lost her appetite. 

“I’m going to start heading to class. Have fun with him tonight,” She cringes. She stands up and walks to your side. She leans down to give you a kiss on the head before walking away. Once she was out of sight, you pull out your phone.

Your boyfriend is cheating on you. 

You’re just a sweet slut for him to use. 

I see how you look at her.

He doesn’t love you. 

Break up with him. You don’t deserve him anyway. 

You feel a heaviness in your heart. There’s no way he’s cheating on you… right? You brush your head in frustration. You shouldn’t trust a random text message. You are not going to let this ruin your life. 

-

“I guess I’m not hanging out with him tonight,” You inform Amber as you place your phone down on your bed. She rolls herself over til she is laying on her stomach on the left side of the bed. She’s still wearing her clothes from earlier at school. You sit on the right side wearing a graphic t-shirt and sleeping shorts. Her face lightens up and smiles. 

“What happened?” Her question is a little too exciting. You bring your thighs up to your chest and rest your chin on top of your knee. 

“He suddenly-“

“You know what? I don’t care,” She quickly cuts you off. You give her a soft smile. 

“You don’t even love him. It’s a waste of time,” She bickers, shuffling around uncomfortably. Her shoulders bumped against your feet a couple of times.  

“I don’t love him… yet,” You correct her. She stops moving and you watch her chest move up and down fast. She quickly sits up which makes you widen your eyes. She scoots closer and places her hands on your knees. You lean back till your head hits the board of the bed.

“Do you like having sex with him?” She challenges. Her eyes glisten from the lamp beside the bed. The only light source in the room. Your eyes glance down to her plump lips and flicker shut. Turning your head to the side.

“Sometimes,” You admit, staring at the wall. You suddenly feel the heat rise to your cheeks. Amber tilts her head as she slowly analyzes the side of your features. 

“That’s not enough,” She breathes, staring at your lips. Her short fingernails graze against the skin of your knees. You shallow the knot in your throat. You look back up to meet her dilated dark eyes. She looks a little insane. She smiles, tilting her head slightly. Your heart quickens embarrassingly. Your legs drop from your chin into a cross position in an attempt to cool off. She bites her lips playfully. 

“What do you like?”

“What do you mean?” You whisper. 

“During bed,” She deadpan. You furrow your eyebrows and brush her fingers off your knees. The small circles she had been drawing were driving you crazy. 

“Why would I tell you?” You giggle. She leans forward and rests her head on your shoulders. You swear she could hear your heart hammering against your chest. 

“Come on. We’re best friends. We share everything,” Her breath fans against your neck. She snuggles closer and you squeeze your eyes shut. Her scent clouds your thoughts and it took every muscle in your body to gently push her away.

“Amber stop,” You hesitate. In another second you would fall into temptation. She groans in defeat and falls back onto your bed. Her hair spread across your pillow. She’s visibly upset, but you didn’t really understand why. You had a boyfriend and you hate cheating. She should know that. But you also didn’t blame her for feeling frustrated. You can’t hide your attraction toward her. It’s so obvious. It’s like a game between you two. Truthfully, it’s toxic… and you hate that you enjoy it. A game where you will end up breaking your morals and submitting to your thoughts. She lets out a loud sigh and pushes herself off the bed.

“Where are you going?” You puzzle. You want her to stay next to you. She fluffs her hair and adjusts her clothes.

“I have to go home. My parents told me to be back for a dinner party with some neighbors,” She explains.

“I see,” You try to not sound disappointed. Usually, she would stay til late. To the point where you will have to beg her to leave so that her parents wouldn’t get angry at her. She hides her smile and walks towards the bedroom door. Stopping at the door frame she turns around. 

“Don't miss me too much. I’ll come to pick you up for school tomorrow,” She promises before leaving you alone in your room. You pout and fall onto your bed, inhaling the lingering scent of Ambers perfume. You close your eyes and feel your body start to relax.

Buzz. Your phone vibrates and you ignore it. 

Buzz. 

Buzz. You shuffle.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. 

You groan in frustration. With eyes still closed you brush your hands around the bedsheets to locate the phone. You bring the phone to your face and start reading the text. 

Y/n I have news for you.

Do you really think Ethan is studying for his econ exam right now? 

Are you that naive?

He’s too easy to please. 

Btw you look good today baby. 

Especially now in those shorts. 

You feel panic zap throughout your body. The room suddenly feels cold and too dark. You run to your windows and shut the curtains as fast as you can. Clutching the phone close to your chest. You take a seat back on the bed. With shaky hands, you text back. 

Who are you?

A second later you get a reply. 

Yay I finally got your attention! 

Do you want a surprise? 

How do you know what I’m wearing?

You’re asking so many questions. I can tell you’re nervous lol.

Answer me. Two minutes pass.

Not yet, baby. The nickname makes you sick in the stomach. 

I’m sorry I made you feel anxious. I don’t mean to. Here’s the surprise as an apology. 

File attached 

You nervously hover over the link. Clicking it causes a photo to appear on the screen. At first, you couldn’t figure out what it was showing. You narrow your eyes and look closer. The photo is blurry and a bit dark. The only light source coming in is from the gaps between wherever the photo is taken. You zoom in on the bright area. A portion of Ethan’s body is evident. He’s in the motion of putting on a shirt. Your eyes widen in realization. The unknown caller is hidden in your boyfriend's closet. You jump out of bed and open your phone to call the cops. A text notification appears above the phone dial before you could finish pressing the last number. 

Don’t call the cops or I’ll kill him. 

You gasp and drop your phone. 

“Oh my god!” You cry out. You rush to your closet and pull down your shorts to put on jeans. Fumbling and breathing heavily. You feel yourself sweating from anxiety and fear. You have to get to his house and save him. 

-

You knock vigorously against his front door. The thick wood is starting to hurt your hand from how hard you’re pounding on the door. 

“Ethan! Ethan, are you okay?! Open the door!” You pant. You continue knocking for who knows how long. A dark figure appears behind the blurry glass and you’re breathing hicks. The door opens revealing Ethan wearing his boxers and a blue t-shirt. His hair is disheveled as if he had just woken up from a nap. You stare at him in shock and confusion. You start touching him to check for any bruises or cuts. Turning him around and checking up and down his body. 

“Woah babe! What’s wrong?” He gasps at your action. 

“Is there anyone in your room?” You worry. He widens his eyes slightly for a split second before averting his gaze to the left of you and back. He rubs the back of his neck with his hand. 

“What? Why would I? I have no one over,” He answers. His answer didn’t satisfy you. 

“Let me check your room,” You demand. You try to walk past him, but he holds you back. You look up and let out a frustrated sigh. He is desperately trying to reach the same level of concern as you, but he didn’t understand a single thing happening. 

“Is something wrong? Are you okay?” He inquires. You attempt to push his hand away, but his grip is firm. Your eyes start to water from intense anxiety. His hold softens and he reaches up to hold your face. 

“I- I received a picture of you. Someone is hidden in your room. I was so worried I came here as fast as possible. I was afraid someone was going to hurt you,” You fret. He finally understands your actions. 

“Hey, I am okay. I’m here with you right now. It’s alright,” He comforts. You sniff and reach up to hold his triceps. He pulls you into a deep hug. You stay in that position until your breathing starts to calm down. His warmth comforts you. His fingers tip gently grazing on top of your scalp. 

He never let you check his room that night. But that was okay because you trust him. As long as he is okay like he claimed to be, there shouldn’t be any need for you to check. 

-

The next morning you sat extremely quiet in Amber’s car which is now parked in front of school. Who is the person texting you? Will they actually harm the people you love? How did they get a picture of Ethan? Did they set up a camera? Is there a camera hidden in your room? So many thoughts flood your mind that you didn’t realize Amber was talking to you. She waves a hand in front of your face. You blink and look up at her. Her eyebrows furrow with a concerned look. She places her hand on your cheek.

“There you are. Did something happen last night?” She worries. You tilt your head away from her palm and look down. Her eyes flash with hurt as she returns her hand back to her side. You don’t know if you should tell her about the text messages you have been receiving. You didn’t want her to worry. You also didn’t want the unknown messenger to start threatening Amber if she were to find out. On the other hand, you knew you needed someone to be there with you. You can’t handle this alone. The only person who you fully love and trust is her. Amber. 

“Amber,” You finally whimper. A tear rolls down your cheek as you look at her. Waves of emotion come crashing down. All you need is for her to…to… no. All you need is her. Everything about her will help. She quickly engulfs you in a hug. She doesn’t ask you any questions but waits til you start to catch your breath. You slowly pull away from the hug first. She waits patiently. You lick your lips and pull out your phone. Quietly pressing onto the unknown contact to reveal the messages that have been haunting you. You hand it over to her. You watch as she scrolls and reads the texts. Her face starts to turn into pure anger. She grips your phone. Her eyes enlarge and glisten. 

“How long has this person been texting you,” She demands.

“Almost two weeks,” You confess. She angrily rubs her hair away from her face. 

“Why haven’t you called the cops?!” 

“B-because I am scared! They threatened me! If I called the cops, what would they do to Ethan?! What would they do to you?! I cannot let anything happen to you two, especially you!” You explode. Thinking about any harm being inflicted on her makes your blood boil. Your hands start to shake without noticing. She looks down at your shaking body and pauses. 

“Do.. do you think this person is trying to help you?” She wonders out loud. 

“What?” You look at her in disbelief. 

“Think about it. This person has been warning you about Ethan. How you shouldn’t trust him. Maybe he’s been lying to you and-” She rambles. 

“Are you serious right now?” You glare. She quickly shuts her mouth. She knew she messed up. You are starting to feel like you regret telling her. You unlock the passenger door and walk out. Slamming the car door behind you. 

“Y/n!” Amber cries out. You ignore her and continue walking at a fast pace. A few students hanging out at the front glance at you two. She stumbles over her own footsteps to catch up to you. 

“Baby I am sorry! Y/n, please! I am just trying to make sense of this situation!” She calls out again. You stop walking and took a deep breath in. She finally catches up, leaning over to collect herself. You swallow your pride. 

“I am sorry too. I didn’t mean to get mad… it’s just. I just wish you are wrong. I couldn’t imagine if you were right. I trust him. You of all people should know that,” You admit. Before she could reply, the school bell rings. Signaling that it is time for all students to get to class. You two glance at each other and quietly walk to class. 

-

Two classes have already passed and you are currently sitting at your third. A few students whisper among each other talking about whatever topic is floating around. You drum your fingertips against the wood of your desk. Your eyes stare around at your classmates. Could one of them be the unknown caller? Tara sits next to you on the right. She is currently wearing a blue sweater. Her hair was slightly curled and a few front strands tied to the back. She is bored as she scrolls on her phone, waiting for class to start. She stops scrolling and side-eyes you. She catches you staring at her. 

“What?” She asks. 

“Nothing,” You answer. She returns her attention back to her phone. It can’t be her. Amber and she are closer than you are with Tara. There’s no reason for her to distress her friends’ best friend.  You look ahead and see Wes. He is wearing a gray t-shirt. He is currently organizing his desk. A perfectly sharp pencil to the left of him and a clean page in the front. You’ve talked to him a few times. He’s an absolute sweetheart, yet Amber always liked to pick on him. You couldn’t tell if she was just joking or if she actually hated him. 

Buzz. Your heart quickens again. You pull out the phone from your pocket. 

Hi baby!

What do you want?

Wow, what a fast response! I am starting to feel like we are becoming good friends! 

Stop texting me. Please.

Awh you’re begging. Sorry I can’t, but no worries. I have another surprise! 

Break up with Ethan today during lunch hours. You blink. 

Publicly announce it. If you don’t before lunch ends… I’ll give everyone a taste of what your boyfriends’ been up to. Don’t test me, baby. 

Your ears muffle the surrounding noises. What just happened? What did they mean by “a taste of what your boyfriends been up to”? There’s no way they would-

“Y/n,” Tara’s voice brings you back to life. 

“W-what?” You stutter. She points to the front of the room and your eyes follow her direction. The teacher stood with her arms crossed as she stares. 

“Put away the phone. Class started,” She barks. 

The teacher goes on and on with her lesson, but of course, you did not listen to a single full sentence. You mostly stared at your desk in deep thought. Afraid of what is going to happen. Class ended rather fast… or slowly. You couldn’t tell anymore. You rush out down the halls and see a familiar figure. It's Amber. She is currently talking to a few classmates. One hand holding a textbook while the other she uses to brush her hair. A classmate giggles and playfully slaps Amber's shoulder. You roll your eyes and walk up beside Amber. Her full attention immediately falls on you and you smile. She waves her hands as a signal for the nameless classmates to walk away. They glare at you as they walk by. Funny how fast their face changes once she’s not looking. 

“They hate me,” You mumble, leaning against Amber's locker. She giggles and touches her heart chain necklace. You watch as she rubs against the heart. 

“No one could hate you. You’re perfect,” She corrects as she softly pushes you off her locker. You obey and rest on the locker next to hers. She opens it and places her textbook inside. You watch her closely, tilting your head against the metal doors. Looking at her calms you. She catches you staring and smiles, tilting her head to match yours. You two stare at each other until a name calls for you. Amber rolls her eyes and slams her locker shut. She didn’t need to look to know who it was. 

“Hey there babe,” Ethan greets. He grabs your waist and pulls you close to his. Peppering kisses around your face. You giggle awkwardly before pushing him off. Amber's face remains expressionless. 

“Ready for lunch? There’s no econ group project to work on today, so what better use of time than to eat with my girl,” He beams. Amber makes a gagging sound. You pinch her arm. Ethan looks at Amber and awkwardly rubs his neck. 

“Y-you can join us too, you know,” He offers. Amber gives him a knowing look. Something you didn’t understand, but he did. When did he talk to her enough to understand this? From what you remember: Amber hates him and Ethan is scared of Amber. What are you missing? There’s an awkward pause in the air. As if the two of them were speaking through their eyes. You furrow your eyebrows.

“Sure,” Amber finally speaks up. Ethan smiles and nods his head in satisfaction. As if he wanted you to congratulate him for his effort in trying to get closer to your best friend. You take a step forward towards the cafeteria. He reaches his arm over your shoulders while Amber links her arm around yours. You stop in shock as the two stare at each other. Amber is the one that removes her arm from you. She swears under her breath. The three of you reach a table. Ethan goes off to grab some food while Amber sits in front of you, snacking on some chips. She is disinterested in the chips. Her attention is more on you and… Ethan? She has not spoken a word. Your leg bops up and down in nervousness. You think back to the texts. You have to break up with Ethan soon or… You look up at Amber. Her eyes dilate and glisen. She tilts her head to the side and smiles widely. Plopping a chip in her mouth. You shift uncomfortably against her gaze. Ethan returns with two trays.

“Here babe. I got your favorite,” He chirps. You feel sick in the stomach from the anxiety. Food never looked so unappetizing til now. He starts chewing on his food and secretly glances up at Amber. She could not care less about him right now. She continues looking at you. As if she’s waiting for you to do something… say something…? 

Time ticks by. How long has it been? How long have you been pondering and begging for time to stop? Your heart pounds harder. Sweat starts to appear slightly on top of your forehead. Ethan seems awkward in the silence, not knowing what to do or say. Amber starts to look bored. 

“Ethan…” You hesitate. This gets both of their attention. 

“I- I have something to say” 

Ding Ding Ding. 

“Shit,” You cuss.

It’s the sound of the school bell.

Lunch is over.

The students start getting up from their seats and cleaning their area. Amber crumbles her bag of chips and tosses it on Ethan's tray. You want the earth to swallow you so you could disappear. 

Suddenly many buzzes start echoing throughout the cafeteria. The students halt their movement to retrieve their phones. Gasps can be heard from all around you. You look around and everyone is staring at you. Some looked disgusted, some in shock, some cheering and some were whistling at you. It is such a mixed reaction, you didn’t understand. Ethan opens his phone and freezes. His face immediately turns red with fear and shame. Amber opens her phone as well and widens her eyes. She hands her phone screen to you. 

“Oh my goodness… Y/n… You have to look-”

“No! Don’t look!” Ethan begs. He grips her wrist with a frantic look. He’s begging her to stop. She glares at him and tries to jerk her hand away. You decide to listen to her and grab the phone. The picture on the screen was Ethan. Nude. Doggy styling some girl, but the girl was cropped. Unidentified. But you could not care less who the girl was. It wasn’t you. 

“You’ve been cheating on me?!” You scream. The whole cafeteria quiets down. Ethan licks his dry lips and brings his hands up in an attempt to hold you. You take a step back away from him. He disgusts you now. Tears start to build up and fall over your cheeks. You bring the back of your hand to wipe the tears. You can’t let him or any of these students see you cry, 

“I- I-”

“How fucken dare you!” You cut him off, “ I trusted you! All you do in return is sleep with some bitch?! You’re fucken pathetic,” 

“Y/n… That girl… She’s-”

“Shut up!” Amber orders, “You’ve messed up enough. Don’t talk to Y/n again. She hates you.”  She gets up from her seat and walks towards you. She wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you away from the crowd. Away from all this betrayal and embarrassment. Ethan pushes against the crowd. 

“Let me explain!” He begs. You quickly turn around and shoot him the deadliest glare. 

“We are over,” You swore. His shoulders drop in defeat. The crowd shallows him with many comments and questions:

“Bro what the fuck man. Why would you do that to her?”

“I didn’t think you’d be that bad.”

“Of course. I knew he was too good to actually be good.”

“I feel so bad for Y/n.”

“Yo, that was insane!”

Amber successfully dragged you to the front of the school. A place where there are no students currently. You sob uncontrollably. You feel so frustrated, betrayed, and embarrassed. You attempt to push away from Amber. To hide your face and run away from everyone. 

“Hey, hey stop it,” Amber begins. She holds you to catch a glimpse of your face. You fight against her. Nearly knocking her over.

“Y/n,” She begs. You surrender and let her do whatever she wants. You are too emotionally unstable to do anything. She brushes her thumb across your cheek. You whimper in an attempt to stop crying. Your lips quiver and her eyes soften. You sniff as tears continue to roll down. 

“I am so sorry this happened to you,” All you could do is nod. 

“Take me home,” Your voice coarse. 

The whole car ride was quiet. Amber would glance over worriedly once in a while. You stare out the window. She nibbles the bottom of her lip. Her grip on the steering wheel was hard. After a while, she finally makes a turn into your house. You sit in silence in her car. She shifts in her seat to face you. You can hear her breathing.

“D-do you want me to stay with you tonight? You can come over to mine tonight if you want. My parents went on a business trip,” She whispers. 

“No. Thank you, Amber. I will see you tomorrow,” You answer, unbuckling your seatbelt. As you reach for the door, she holds your arm. 

“Text me tonight okay?” She requests. You didn’t answer, but she knew you would do it. 

-

You walk into your room and collapse onto your bed. You could no longer cry. You were so tired you had to close your eyes and sleep. About a few hours later you hear many knocks on your door. You stir awake feeling sick and uncomfortable. The pounding continues, forcing yourself to get up and towards the door. You open the door and see Ethan. His hair is messy and he sweats through his shirt. Seems like he has been running. You swing to slam the door shut, but he blocks it.

“Please let me explain,” He begs. You’re so sick and tired of hearing him. Sick of hearing his voice. You release your grip on the door. He walks into the room and takes a deep breath. He wastes no time seeing that this is the only chance you would let him speak.

“It’s Amber,” He confesses. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“W-what?” You breathe. 

“The girl in the picture. It’s Amber,” He could no longer look you in the eye. Your eyes begin to water again. A painful ache rises in your heart.

“Why? Why would she-”

“I don’t know. She wanted to have sex all of a sudden. We did it once. I swear,” 

“She wouldn’t do that to me,” You deny. He ruffles his hair and shakes his head. 

“She did. But she… This is so fucked… She kept moaning your name,” He rasps. His cheeks turn red. 

“What the fuck are you saying?” You cuss. This makes no sense to you. In fact, it is starting to creep you out. How many secrets did your close friends keep? How many more lies are there to break your heart? 

“Talk to Amber. She’s insane in the head. She’s obsessed with you, Y/n!” 

“Get out,”

“I will. I am so sorry for everything. Part of it is my fault. I am weak and I fell for her seduction. Please confront Amber. She has to tell you the whole truth,” He emphasizes. He leaves the room in a hurry, leaving you in disbelief. You collect your thoughts and take deep breaths. You are no longer sad. You are furious. Your body shakes in anger. 

-

You pound against her front door. Not caring how much it hurts your fist. The door swings open revealing a smiling Amber. God, you are so angry. 

“Jeez Y/n, you’re gonna wake up the whole neighborhood! I said text me, not show up in front of my house like this. Not that I am complaining,” She jokes. You push her into the house, slamming the door behind you. She widens her eyes and furrows her eyebrows. 

“Tell me the truth,” You demand. She crosses her arms and shakes her head. She smiles revealing her teeth. 

“What truth?” 

“I am so sick of the lies. Ethan told me,” You fum. Her smile drops and she looks emotionless. She swallows a lump in her throat. 

“It was you, wasn’t it? The unknown caller. It has always been you,” You accuse. She blinks her eyes which threaten to glisten. Her lack of answers speaks volumes. 

“Do you hate me that much?” You whimper. Her facade breaks and she looks absolutely hurt. 

“Hate you? I love you!” She cries out. She paces back in forth in front of you, clenching her fist. You stare at her in shock.

“No, no this was not supposed to happen! Did it seem that way to you?! That I hate you? I tried so hard to reveal how much I care and love you,”

“You fucked my boyfriend-”

“Do you know why?” She giggles, getting close to your face. Her pupils were blown wide and dark. You stumble backward, but she continues to follow until you hit your back against the door. 

“I wanted to feel you. That lip of his has kissed you all over. He told me how you like to get kissed on the neck and down to your collar. That hand of his would grip your hips and pull you close to his body. His bulge would stick uncomfortably in his jeans. Your hands would unzip his pants and play with his staff. His dick burying deep inside you,” She lets out a soft moan. You clench your teeth. 

“Feeling your wet cunt rub against his dick… I can’t help but crave it. I don’t care about Ethan. Never. I cared about how I got to feel what's been in you. It turns me on so much. If I could not have you, I will take the nearest thing that got the privilege to touch you. You drive me insane. I want you,”

Her head dips towards your neck and she licks a long line up your throat. You grunt, squeezing your legs together. She leans back and hovers her lips over yours. There is no longer any personal space. Her body presses against yours. 

“The only way I can get rid of him is to expose his lack of self-control to you. I didn’t do anything wrong. He failed to deny me. I knew he was not perfect for you. I am. I was the only person you trust to read the ‘unknown’ caller texts. I was the only person you ran to for help and comfort. You picked me, Y/n. I did this for you. For us,” She purrs. She lingers a little longer over your lips before leaning to your ear. 

“Kiss me please,” She blushes, “Please Y/n. Kiss me and I will do anything for you.” You tilt your head up to clear your head from her scent. She’s drowning your sense of morality. She took that opportunity to kiss your neck. You moan. You can feel your walls starting to break down. 

“That’s it, baby. Kiss me back,” She moans. Her mouth leaves your neck and returns back to hovering over your lips. She smiles brightly after making eye contact with you. Your eyes look just like hers. Dilated and glistening. You’re turned on and she knows it. Your heart hammers against your rib cage. You push yourself off the door and crash your lips against hers. She chuckles in bliss and grinds your body on top of hers. Her hands glide up the back of you, making you arch into her. 

“Fuck Amber,” You gasp. She pulls away from your swollen lips. 

“Keep saying my name. I want to be the only name you moan from now on. Stay with me and I will make you the most loved person on earth,” She promises. You nod your head rapidly. Lust clouding your mind. 

“Yes,” You blush. 

She pulls you by the hand towards the stairs and up to her room. She locks the door as you glance around her room. You’ve been here many times. The picture frame of you and her smiling sits on her desk. You hide your smile behind your hair. You suddenly feel her arms snake around your waist. She nuzzles her nose into your neck. She inhales your scent and sighs.

“Are you ready?” She whispers. You turn around and wrap your arms around her neck. You refuse to admit that her stalking and obsessive behavior are attractive out loud. It will be the new secret you will keep inside. 

“Amber… I want you to show me how much you wanted me,” You express. 

“I will,” She smiles. She plays with the rim of your shirt. You eye her lovingly, waiting for her. She pulls up your shirt, leaving you in just a bra. The coldness of her room makes you shiver. Your skin raises goosebumps. She analyzes your body down from the waist and up.

“You’re so beautiful,” She confesses. You reach under to pull her shirt off. The chain heart necklace hits her collarbone. She quickly unclasps your bra and your nipple hardens. She brings her hands to cup your chest. She giggles in excitement. You walk backward til your heel hits the bed frame. You flick your fingers for her to follow. She comes close and kisses your collarbone as you start to lie on her bed. She kisses down from your collarbone to your chest. She sticks out her tongue and draws light circles around your right nipple. You suck in a sharp breath. She continues kissing down to your hip. Her fingers hook around your pants to pull them down. You help her by lifting your ass up. 

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” She breathes. She slightly nips the skin on the inner of your thighs. Leaving her mark. Her nose brushes against the material of your underwear. 

“Fuck me, Amber,” You gasp. She pushes the material to reveal your lovely folds. She slightly slides her fingers along them. A silky clear substance coats her middle finger. The scent of your arousal makes her drunk. 

“You’re already so wet,” She giggles. 

“So embarrassing,” You spill, covering your face with the back of your hand. She reaches up with her other hand and grabs the hand covering your face. Your fingers interlock.

“Don’t hide your face baby. I want to see you,” She smiles.

[payblogs]

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[wannaeatramyeon]

The Crew Heads with Reader: Gacha

G/N. Silly. (Jake Kim, Eli Jang, Johan Seong, Samuel Seo)

Bro Code | Dinner | Shopping | Television | Gacha | Board Games | Suits

Honestly, this is a coordinated attack. It's unfair. You're cornered and outnumbered.

"You're rotting your brain," Johan glances over your shoulder to watch the silly mobile game you're playing on.

A terribly addictive combination of gacha and otome.

Eli gives you a look, as if to say 'Yenna would never'.

Well. You want to argue that Yenna couldn't anyway, because she doesn't understand the concept of phones or video games yet. She can't even read. So no. She can't play this very sophisticated, non fan-servicey-at-all game. But then you catch yourself and think maybe they have a point if you're about to argue why a baby couldn't play.

"I'm cutting you off," Samuel chimes in, frowning at his own phone.

"Sammy!" You gasp, eyes snapping to him and jaw dropping that he would be so cruel.

He scrolls and scrolls, his online bank statement reflected in his glasses and muttering, "How the fuck did you spend this much..."

Johan shuffles over, curious that even Samuel would be shocked.

Usually, they're at each other's throats. Johan normally never willing to get that close to Samuel of his own free will and Samuel would push him away anyway if he tried. However, your apparent frivolous gaming habit has united them.

Shame starts to creep in. Surely it can't have been that much could it. Sammy offered. It's not like he couldn't afford it. He constantly buys you much more expensive things-

Johan's eyes widen comically large. His gaze flickers over to you in judgement before continuing to watch Samuel scrolling.

-And the shame comes crashing down.

You're almost pushed over the edge when Eli flanks Samuel’s other side, wearing a matching expression as he observes your many many gaming transactions. Then in dad mode, he looks at you with disappointment and gives you an exasperated shake of the head.

(You're certain Yenna has been on the receiving end of that treatment.)

"I've cancelled everything. Unlinked it." Samuel confirms. "I don't mind spoiling you Y/N but this is ridiculous." Johan and Eli nod in agreement as you feel equal petulance and guilt.

"Shit!" Jake's voice drifts over from the other room, then you hear the creak of mattress springs and rushed steps.

He appears in the doorway, holding up his phone. An unfinished transaction on your gaming buddy's screen.

"Did Sammy cut us off?!"

"I'm also paying for YOU?!"

Damn. Jake winces and physically recoils. He didn't mean to let the cat out the bag, didn't mean to take advantage of Sammy in the first place but then he got so close to the SSS+ pull and levelling up and he just needed a couple more chances-

Oops.

In slow motion, everyone turns to Samuel. Sees his face turning pink then red then crimson. Eyes narrowed and mouth pressed into a thin line. A split second later, he lunges.

"Sammy, no!" You screech as Eli and Johan look on in amusement.

Jake weaves, narrowly dodges his punch. "I'll pay you back!"

"WITH WHAT, YOU BROKE BASTARD-"

[fatliberation]

The Fat Protestor

by @sparklejams and @jordallenhall

For everyone showing up to protest the US government funding of a genocide -- be loud, be safe. Your body is a force. If you are able, use it.

Police identify people by body type/clothing. Be aware (as if you could possibly forget) that you don't have the privilege of blending into the crowd.

Be aware that fatmisic police protocol and infrastructure can endanger your life during arrest.

Let this inform the risk that you take.

If you get arrested: raise hell about being cuffed with your hands in front of your body.

Mid-fat, super-fat, and infinifat people are especially at risk of positional asphyxia when cuffed with their arms behind them. Be especially vocal about any stress position where your knees are raised (sitting on a low police van bench, for instance).

Police typically don't listen to folks when concern is expressed over being cuffed in the back -- be loud. Verse yourself and your community in de-arresting practice. These risks are not commonly known, though are present not only for fat people, but also those with asthma and other breathing difficulties.

Make sure the people you are with are informed of these risks before protesting.

Direct action is sweaty. Prepare against crease rashes (yep - it's a normal self care maintenance thing if you have skin rolls/folds. It's normal. It's common. It's nothing to be ashamed about.) by drying with paper towels, using antiperspirant or cornstarch under your breasts/belly. When you get home, shower and treat with a wound cleanser (shoutout bactine spray) or a tea tree oil balm or soap as needed.

Our fat bodies are magnificent contributions at protests. Our fat bodies take more effort to move - think of all the wonderful ways we can use this to our advantage at a protest or direct action. We can block pathways and hold precious land with our fat bodies. We can shield and protect precious people with our fat bodies.

Bring:

• Change of socks. If you get caught in the rain or doused with water, or even if you sweat through your socks - walking around in wet socks will cause bad blistering.

• Light first aid/bandaids

• Water, snacks, meds

• A physical copy of your emergency contact in case of arrest

Try to go with other fat people. Comrades in normative bodies may not always consider your body and what is safe for you - so make sure you loudly advocate for yourself and your needs within whatever group you are with.

Stay cool. Take breaks. Sit or stop when you need to. Try to be hyper-mindful of getting overheated.

In case of hospitalization:

• Make a packet containing all medical info, advance directives, and emergency contacts. Put it in a clear sleeve with a humanizing photo of you with loved ones at the front.

• Learn more about how to make a Connection Kit and humanize yourself to healthcare workers in the Know Your Rights Guide on nobodyisdisposable.org

Remember that there is so much to do beyond the front lines.

• Provide jail support (wait to greet released protesters with water, snacks, hugs, and rides home).

• Provide your home as a central prep and recovery space before/after.

• Stay near the action and offer your car as a mobile phone charging station.

• Provide childcare.

• Drop off supplies.

Honor your body as a resource for civil disobedience. Center your needs.

[nemoredraw]

hihi i was wondering what ur favorite nemo fun facts r!

Funny and Interesting Facts About Nemo:

• Master of Escapes: Nemo is incredibly slippery; he’ll always find a way to deceive or escape.

• Close Encounters: Nemo isn’t afraid to get up close and personal with his enemies, but there’s always a reason. For example, when he gets close to Tim, Batman, or others, it’s usually to snatch something useful for his escape or to throw them off mentally. His skill in pickpocketing is almost professional.

• Fear of Damian: The person Nemo fears most in the Batfamily is Damian. Perhaps because he sees too much of himself in the kid. He avoids fighting Damian and especially hates the idea of hitting a child.

• Cigarette Smell: The scent of cigarettes reminds Nemo of his father, which might be why he started smoking at a young age.

• Reginald the Butler: Reginald has been Nemo’s butler and companion for his entire life, caring for him as much as Nemo allows.

• Antonio Alejandro: Nemo cannot stand Antonio Alejandro but pretends they’re friends to use him. Antonio Alejandro genuinely believes they are best friends.

• Emotionally Distant Father: Nemo’s father has always kept an emotional distance, so Nemo doesn’t know what a normal paternal relationship looks like.

• Sheltered Upbringing: Nemo spent most of his life isolated from the outside world, interacting only with adults (bodyguards, household staff, tutors, etc.). As a teenager, he amused himself by stealing from the staff, once obtaining a mobile phone with internet access. Through it, he quickly explored the outside world, discovering Vine, Musical.ly, YouTube, etc., at age 14. Imagine Nemo reacting to internet trends for the first time.

• Clumsy with Heights: He’s hilariously prone to falling off buildings.

• Coffee Addict and Fast Food Fan: Nemo drinks an absurd amount of Starbucks (Caramel Macchiatos) and loves fast food. His favorites are McDonald’s (Deluxe Fries with Deluxe Sauce) and Burger King (Veggie Whopper).

• Terrible with Guns: While Nemo often carries firearms, his aim is laughably bad.

• Social Anxieties: Nemo dislikes interacting with people, and when he must, he puts on a façade of charm and kindness to manipulate those around him. Large gatherings, especially in high society, give him anxiety. Before attending, he’ll chain-smoke an entire pack of cigarettes to mentally prepare for “playing the role” of a model billionaire heir.

• Tim Drake Hyperfixation: Nemo has a hyperfixation on Tim Drake, who constantly interferes with his operations. Yet Nemo treats their confrontations like a game, enjoying the cat-and-mouse dynamic. Tim is aware of this and uses it to his advantage.

• Employee Benefits: If you work for Nemo, you’ll enjoy excellent health and dental insurance. His employees are well-paid and receive full social security benefits. (Yes, it’s hilarious.)

• Motorcycle Enthusiast: While he often rides in cars driven by bodyguards, Nemo prefers traveling by motorcycle.

• Sharp Wit: Nemo is quick on his feet mentally, excelling at sarcasm and witty comebacks. He’s also a master of nicknames.

• Self-Destructive Tendencies: Nemo is willing to do anything, no matter the personal cost, to achieve his goals.

• Piercings: He has piercings on his belly button, lip, and ears. After fights, he often checks to ensure they’re still there.

• Appearance Inspiration: Nemo’s vibe is a mix of electric eel, piranha, and shark.

• Mechanics and Collecting: He’s skilled with mechanics and has a passion for collecting luxury vehicles.

[aro-culture-is]

Aro culture is, when forced to buy a Google phone cuz that's all you can afford, trying your damnest to use the invasive advert tracking to your advantage.

i.e. periodically typing in "I'm aromantic" to the chrome search bar & loudly saying it into the phone speaker in the hopes you'll stop getting jump-scared by an influx of dating app ads when forced to watch them in mobile games

,,, please. i beg of you. do not. for one, google doesn't recognize that as a metric, at best it places you into a queer category and targets you with ads that are promoted to queer people. They do not bother with granularity, because the advertisers are who are paying for categories or lack thereof. they also probably categorize you as single when you do that stuff, which again, defeats your goal. if you want to tell advertisers to get out here's actually a pretty simple thing to look for:

from there, consider:

install the firefox app (free), and use the uBlock Origin extension (best adblocker, free... and still works on youtube and twitch if you use the firefox app to load them)

i also recommend the breezewiki extension (free), because fandom wiki sucks on an ethics level, and this directs you to an identical, but ad-less page so they don't get money from you.

anyways my solution is stop seeing ads lol

related: install bitwarden as a password manager. it's free, well-established and credible, and you can use it on both android apps and firefox (as an extension) (also on any device in general). you only ever have to remember one password, preferably new, ever again. it's got the rest for you, stupidly well encrypted, and you can store data like security question answers, secure notes, and more!)

[someonesbride]

Sige, guys. I'm here to ramble about Filipino HS!Caleb AU just because I can he-he.

I can't promise I'll speak English the whole time when writing this because it's my people 🇵🇭, so HAHA

I'm sorry if there's any grammar mistakes!! I came up w these on a whim and English isn't my first language 😭 also yes, there's a lot of Tagalog words used here. I tried translating it all but got lost in the sauce and forgot to continue translating it.

reblogs are appreciated!

: ̗̀➛ “basketbol ang sports ng boyfriend ko”

[basketball is my boyfriend's sport]

yan lang HAHAHA

I feel like he'd love playing basketball, since he'd also has an advantage of being tall.

: ̗̀➛ Oh, talking about his height, he'd probably be the tallest in his class. I don't know if he's filipino in this au, or he just lives in the Philippines, but I'll be headcannoning him as half-filipino for my sake.

(filipinos are unfortunately short, since the average height is 5'4 and anything beyond that is considered tall) (I've seen some guys shorter than me and I'm only 5'5 T0T)

: ̗̀➛ CAMPUS CRUSH, NO JOKE. With the looks? Height? Naglalaro ng basketball? You'll be hearing some girl in the hallway say something like, 'Gwapo niya oh.' [ look, he's so handsome ]

: ̗̀➛ Campus crush pero makulit sa classroom. His friends always playfully discouraged the girls who have a crush on him, as he goes his merry way.

: ̗̀➛ With MC in the picture, he's literally that one little shit who you grew up with (no choice) and who won't stop teasing you no matter what.

That one who's a part of the 'boyzzz', and the one who always annoys you with the 'ey ka muna, eyyy' whenever you ask him for something

: ̗̀➛ When he's with his guy friends, makulit at maingay talaga, pero when he's with MC/you, parang..tanga na tanga talaga, like head over heels HAHAHA

Like when he sees you— all of the sudden, he's checking his own reflection out in his phone or a nearby window,

"Okay lang ba ung buhok ko pars?"

: ̗̀➛ Part of the "BOYS AT THE BACK" whenever the teachers has had enough of their noisiness

Speaking of teachers, he's probably some teachers' favorites (or worst nightmares). Especially the PE teacher.

: ̗̀➛ Feeling ko he plays MLBB (Mobile Legends Bang Bang) and maging try-hard masadyo if you're is playing with him, watching him, or if you're nearby

He'd occasionally glance to see if you're watching or at least listening, and boasts

"Sheesh naka triple kill ako oh"

"Ulol second kill mo pa yan, six deaths ka na gani"

: ̗̀➛ Assuming they were in a private school, and they had to wear the school uniform, he'd definitely lend you his uniform jacket if you're cold (just to get in trouble for taking it off in school campus and gets disciplined) (at least in my school it's like that)

: ̗̀➛ Definitely at a point got shipped with MC/you, and I also have a feeling he wouldn't deny it

Their classmates would suddenly start saying that one rhyme like, "CALEB AND Y/N SITTING ON A TREE, K I S S I N G!" (unfortunately a victim of this)

No matter what you'd reaction will be, he'd just smile at you,

"Sinabi nila eh, pipsqueak."

"??? HINDI TAYO UUPO SA PUNO AT MAG KISS"

: ̗̀➛ Feeling ko he's a victim of getting his bag tied tightly on his chair by his friends 😭 or nalagyan Ng bato sa bag HAHAHAHA

: ̗̀➛ Would LOVE street foods omg. He'd always invite you after school to buy food, and pay for what you want

: ̗̀➛ If he didn't grew up in the Philippines, I can see him calling kwek-kwek 'orange balls'

: ̗̀➛ HUY EVERYONE WOULD BE FIGHTING TO BE CALEB'S COOKING PARTNER IN A TLE COOKERY ACTIVITY LMFAO

But he'd always pick you, or the tle teacher would pick the partners instead so it wouldn't be a hassle (he'd probably still ask to switch and partner up with you instead ngl)

Ack, I think that's all I can spew for now!! Hehe, if you reached this far, thank you for reading me yap my head off!

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Bloody Mary | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual)

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, mentions/descriptions of parental death, implication of suicide (take care of yourselves, my loves)

Word Count: 6379

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You and Dean hadn’t talked much since the events on the plane. In fact, the two of you barely looked at each other anymore. Not out of disgust, your stomach just fluttered every time you caught a glimpse of him for reasons you couldn’t explain. You didn’t exactly like him, but you definitely didn’t hate him, either. In fact, your most recent journal drawing had been of your hand wrapped in Dean’s. You smiled at the memory.

Sam slept in the front seat while Dean drove the three of you to Toledo, Ohio. You had actually been the one to find this case. Steven Shoemaker’s eyes had bled when he died. According to his obituary, his death had been swift. He was much too young to have had a stroke or an aneurysm, and seemed to be in good health. Therefore, you concluded this was your kind of gig. 

Sam began to stir, catching your attention. You straightened in your seat as the Impala came to a halt in front of a large hospital complex. Sam’s stirring and whimpering was getting worse by the second.

Dean shook his brother. “Sam, wake up.”

He bolted straight up, confused, taking both you and Dean by surprise. After taking a second to catch his breath, he said, “I take it I was having a nightmare.”

“Yeah, another one,” Dean reminded him.

“Hey, at least I got some sleep.” Sam’s faux optimism caused you to shake your head. 

“You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this.” 

Apparently, Sam was choosing the latter. “Are we here?” he asked.

Dean was happy to drop the subject, too. “Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio.”

The three of you began to approach the morgue wing of the hospital. You noticed Sam was holding the newspaper you’d circled Mr. Shoemaker’s death in. “So what do you think really happened to this guy?”

“That's what we're gonna find out. Ladies first,” you joked, holding the door to the first floor of the hospital open for the brothers. 

After making your way through the labyrinth of hallways, you found the dimly lit and vacated morgue. In the large room were two desks. One was labeled with a nameplate for Dr. D. Feiklowicz with neatly stacked packets, files, and books atop it. The other was a chaotic mess of stray papers labeled “Morgue Technician.”

“Can I help you?” he asked.

“Yeah. We're the, uh, med students,” Dean responded.

“Sorry?” the morgue tech asked.

“Oh, Doctor—” Dean gave his best shot at the name, “—Figlavitch didn't tell you? We talked to him on the phone. He— uh, we're from Ohio State. He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper.”

“Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch.” The morgue tech was smug, snarky, and clearly lacked people skills.

‘No wonder they have him locked up down here,’ you thought.

Dean changed course. “Oh, well, he said, uh— oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?”

“Sorry, I can't.” The morgue tech gave a tight-lipped smile. “Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want.”

“An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then,” Dean tried. “Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out—”

“Uh, look, man,” the technician mocked, “No.”

Dean laughed a little and turned around, mumbling. “I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear.”

You took the opportunity to try a different tactic. You leaned down on the morgue technician’s desk, doing your best to take advantage of the fact that he probably has had little contact with women. “Please?” you asked innocently. “These guys are my tutors. I’m really struggling in this class, and I just—” you bit your lip, “—I really need a good grade on this paper.” You used your arms to push your breasts together. “Please?” 

You could tell you had him on the ropes. “Uh…” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your cleavage. He cleared his throat. “I, uh, I guess I could do that for you.”

You smiled innocently. “Thank you so much.”

He began leading the three of you into an attached room to where the bodies were stored for autopsies. You turned around and winked at the boys with a smug smile. Dean rolled his eyes.

The morgue technician pulled the rack Steven Shoemaker’s corpse rested on out from the wall of stainless steel cells.

“Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding,” Sam said.

The technician pulled the sheet back from over Steven’s face. “More than that. They practically liquefied.” The poor man’s eye sockets were still bloody, and they hadn’t yet been sewn shut. You could see the dried blood peeking out from under his partially-closed eyes. 

“Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?” Dean suggested.

“Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone,” the technician answered.

“What's the official cause of death?” Sam asked.

“Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure.”

‘Nope, he’s way too young and in much too good health for that to have been the cause,’ you thought, but kept the thought at bay.

“What do you mean?” you asked. You didn’t like playing dumb, but with this guy, it was necessary. 

“Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen,” the tech answered. Although, he was more responding to your boobs than to your face. You fought the urge to snap in front of his face and get his eyes back on target. 

“The eyes?” Sam asked. “What would cause something like that?”

“Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims,” the morgue tech shrugged.

Dean’s tone was still aggravated with the guy. “Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?”

“That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor.”

“Hey, think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh...our paper.”

“I'm not really supposed to show you that.” The technician looked back at you.

You suppressed the bile rising in your throat. Before you could do anything else, Dean stepped in front of you and pulled out his wallet. He shoved two twenties at him, hoping that would be enough. You could see the technician deflate, but accepted the money anyway.

Dean’s actions puzzled you. But you would be lying if you said your heart didn’t flutter at the thought of him doing it out of protectiveness of you. 

When you had finished looking over the police report, the three of you began making your way out of the building. 

“Might not be one of ours. Might just be some freak medical thing,” Sam suggested after having seen the report. 

“How many times in Dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?” Dean replied. 

“Uh, almost never.”

“Exactly.”

“Alright, let's go talk to the daughter.” Sam started picking up his pace out of the building. You were happy to see him getting his mind off Jessica and back into the job.

“Wait, Dean.” You grabbed his arm lightly before he could catch up to his brother.

He turned to face you. 

“Why’d you do that?” you asked. 

“Do what?” He furrowed his brow.

“Give the morgue tech your hard-earned poker money,” you half-smiled. 

“I just didn’t wanna watch you prostitute yourself for information,” he replied gruffly, turning away from you. 

You took offense. “Hey, I was not—”

He turned back to you and brushed a hand over his hair. “You’re right, you werent.” He paused again, and his voice came back quiet. “I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you, ‘s all.”

Your heart swelled in your chest and your cheeks began to heat up. “Thanks, by the way,” you said as you continued walking. You nudged his shoulder with yours. “You’re going soft on me, Winchester.”

***

When you arrived at the Shoemaker house, you hadn’t expected to be in the midst of the funeral gathering. If you did, you would’ve dressed more appropriately. Given this fact, you felt slightly awkward when you knocked on the door. A man let you in and pointed you toward the backyard and the two daughters of Steven Shoemaker.

The two sisters were sitting with two blonde girls near the firepit. Dean addressed the older, dark-haired girl. “You must be Donna, right?”

“Yeah,” the girl responded.

“Hi, uh, we're really sorry,” Sam lamented.

“Thank you.”

“I'm Sam, this is Dean and (Y/N). We worked with your dad.”

The girl looked at her friend before looking back at your trio. “You did?” She seemed surprised. 

“Yeah. This whole thing. I mean, a stroke…” Sam trailed off.

“I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now,” one of Donna’s pretty blonde friends spoke up. 

“It's okay. I'm okay,” she assured her friend. 

“Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?” Dean asked.

Donna shook her head. “No.”

The younger sister, who looked to be about twelve, turned around. “That's because it wasn't a stroke.”

You were intrigued.

“Lily, don't say that,” her sister urged her.

“What do you mean?” you asked the young girl.

“I'm sorry, she's just upset,” her sister responded for her.

“No,” Lily wasn’t having it. “It happened because of me.”

Donna placed a hand on her shoulder. “Sweetie, it didn't.”

You got down on Lily’s eye level. “Why would you say that?”

“Right before he died, I said it,” she said softly.

“Said what?”

She lowered her voice even more. “Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror. She took his eyes, that's what she does.”

Donna interrupted. “That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault.”

“I think your sister's right, Lily,” Dean broke in. “There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?”

Lily tried to take this in. She shook her head. 

“Exactly,” you told her. “I’m sorry, we weren’t trying to upset you. We’ll just be leaving.” You pulled the boys away from Donna’s group and went back into the house. Making sure no one saw you three, you crept upstairs to the bathroom where Mr. Shoemaker passed away. 

Sam pushed the door open, and you noticed some dried blood still on the floor. “The Bloody Mary legend. Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?”

“Not that I know of,” Dean replied. He walked ahead of Sam into the bathroom. 

Sam stooped to the floor and touched the dried blood. “I mean, everywhere else all over the country, kids will play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it.”

“Yeah, but maybe it’s fine everywhere else, but not here,” you suggested.

“The place where the legend began?” Sam tried.

You shrugged as Dean opened the medicine cabinet. 

“But according to the legend, the person who says B—” you stopped yourself and noticed your reflection in the medicine cabinet’s mirror. “You know what is the one that dies. But here—”

“Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah,” Dean finished for you.

Sam rose from the floor. “Right.”

“Never heard anything like that before. Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror, and the daughter's right. The way the legend goes, you-know-who scratches your eyes out.”

You considered Dean’s words for a moment. “It's worth checking in to.” You went to leave the bathroom when you noticed one of Donna’s pretty blonde friends approaching you.

“What are you doing up here?” she asked. 

“We— We had to go to the bathroom,” you answered, not believing yourself.

“Who are you?” the girl pressed further.

Dean stepped closer to you from behind. “Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad.”

She shook her head with scrunched eyebrows. “He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself.”

“No, I know, I meant—” 

She cut Dean off. “And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that? So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming.”

Sam put a hand up to calm her. “Alright, alright, we think something happened to Donna's dad.”

The blonde looked at you three like you were stupid. “Yeah, a stroke.”

“I don’t think so,” you argued. “He was pretty young to be having a stroke. His eyes wouldn’t have liquified if he’d had a stroke. I think it might be something else.”

She scoffed and crossed her arms. “Like what?’

“Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth,” Sam responded.

“So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead,” Dean snarked.

“Who are you, cops?” she asked, her brows still furrowed.

“Something like that,” you shrugged.

“I'll tell you what. Here.” Sam took a piece of paper and a pen out of his jacket pocket and wrote his phone number down. “If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary, just give us a call.” He handed her the piece of paper before leading you and Dean down the hallway.

Your next stop was the public library. 

“Alright, say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town,” Dean began. “There's gonna be some sort of proof— Like a local woman who died nasty.”

“Yeah, but this is hard. The legend is unbelievably widespread with hundreds of different versions of who she actually is,” you rebutted. “One story says she's a witch, another says she's a mutilated bride, there's a lot more.”

“Okay, then, so what are we supposed to be looking for?” Dean asked you.

Sam answered. “Every version's got a few things in common. It's always a woman named Mary, and she always dies right in front of a mirror. So we've gotta search local newspapers, public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill.”

“Well, that sounds annoying,” the older brother commented. 

“No, it won't be so bad,” Sam replied, “As long as we…”

You cleared your throat, gesturing to the only two computers in the library that had “Out of Order” signs on them. 

Sam chuckled humorlessly. “I take it back. This will be very annoying.”

The three of you picked up boxes of the town’s newspapers and numerous books of Toledo’s public records and brought them back to Sam and Dean’s motel room. 

You were beginning to go cross-eyed after reading for so long. Minutes turned into hours. Dean was sitting in a chair, you were sprawled across the floor with papers and books scattered around you, and Sam eventually fell asleep.

You stood up to stretch your legs and noticed his closed eyes. “Poor fella,” you said quietly. “How’s he been sleeping?”

“How d’you think?” Dean responded, eyes never leaving his book.

You nodded. “That’s what I was afraid of.”

“Maybe we should get him to take something,” you suggested.

Dean chuckled. “He won’t do it.”

“Is it just because I’m suggesting it that you’re saying that, or do you really think he won’t take it?” you countered.

He gave you a deadpan expression. 

“You Winchesters are just about the most stubborn people I’ve ever met in my life. Including your dad,” you jested. You heard Dean chuckle a little, too.

“And I wanted to tell you,” you started, “I understand why you’d suspect me in your dad’s disappearance.”

He looked away from his book and over at you. “What do you mean?”

“What you said back in Colorado? The Wendigo case? I get it.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “You’re still on that?”

“I mean, yeah, that was just about the most heated fight we’ve had. It kinda stuck with me,” you answered honestly, looking down at your stripey-sock-covered feet. “Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I understand.”

A moment passed silently.

“And I, um—” you took a deep breath, “I want you to trust me.” You looked back at Dean who was studying you carefully.

The tense moment was interrupted by Sam jolting awake in his bed. “Why'd you let me fall asleep?”

“Cause I'm an awesome brother.” Dean’s attention was back on his book. “So what did you dream about?”

“Lollipops and candy canes,” the younger brother responded hazily while staring up at the ceiling.

You laughed humorlessly.

“Did you guys find anything?” Sam asked.

“Oh, besides a whole new level of frustration?” Dean responded sarcastically. “No. I've looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror—”

“And a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave—” you chimed in.

“But no Mary,” Dean finished for you.

“Maybe we just haven't found it yet,” Sam tried.

“I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area, you know… eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing. Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary,” Dean said.

Sam’s phone rang just as his brother finished talking. “Hello?” A look of concern crossed his face. He was trying to calm whoever it was on the other end down.

You waited until he got off the phone to bombard him with questions. “What? What happened?”

“Charlie,” he told you. “Her friend’s dead.”

***

Charlie sobbed as she relayed the story of what happened to her friend Jill. “And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her— her eyes. They were gone.”

You had met her in a park not an hour after she had called Sam.

“I'm sorry,” the latter responded.

“And she said it,” Charlie told you. “I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?”

“No, you're not insane,” you said.

“Oh, god, that makes me feel so much worse.” You feared that might be the case.

Sam was honest with her. “Look. We think something's happening here. Something that can't be explained.”

“And we're gonna stop it,” Dean assured Charlie, “but we could use your help.”

You knew exactly where Dean was going with this. And thankfully, Charlie obliged. She snuck you and the boys into Jill’s room through the window. Dean and Sam gave you a boost into the second story room before throwing up Dean’s duffel bag.

“What did you tell Jill's mom?” you asked Charlie.

“Just that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things,” she replied simply. “I hate lying to her.”

You heard someone closing the blinds and curtains behind you. “Trust us, this is for the greater good. Hit the lights,” Dean instructed her.

She obeyed but asked, “What are you guys looking for?”

“We'll let you know as soon as we find it,” the older brother responded.

Sam handed you a digital camera. “Hey, night vision!” You turned it on. You aimed the camera at Dean.

“Do I look like Paris Hilton?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes, suppressing an amused smile. You walked over to Jill’s closet door and began filming the mirror on it. 

“So I don't get it,” Sam began. “I mean, the first victim didn't summon Mary, and the second victim did. How's she choosing them?”

You shrugged. 

“Beats me,” Dean answered. “I want to know why Jill said it in the first place.”

“It was just a joke,” Charlie replied.

“Yeah, well somebody's gonna say it again, it's just a matter of time.”

You had made your way over to the bathroom and filmed around the mirror. You stopped when you noticed a trickle of something running from behind it. “Hey, Sam?”

“Yeah?” He came over to you. 

“Look at this.” You showed him the substance oozing from behind the mirror.

Sam looked to his brother. “There's a black light in the trunk, right?” 

While Dean left to get the light, you and Sam pulled the mirror off the wall. When Dean returned, you could see a handprint and the name “Gary Bryman” illuminated by the black light. 

“Gary Bryman?” Charlie asked.

You looked up at her. “You know who that is?”

She shook her head. “No.”

You learned from Sam’s research and Charlie that Jill had killed Gary Bryman, an eight-year-old boy, in a hit and run accident. Dean then decided you needed to return to Donna’s house. When you pulled the medicine cabinet mirror off the wall, sure enough, there was another handprint and the name “Linda Shoemaker.” You learned from Donna that her mother had overdosed on sleeping pills. You had left Charlie at Donna’s house to comfort her friend after you and the boys had upset her with your questions about her mother’s death. 

You then traveled to Fort Wayne, Indiana to investigate the death of a woman named Mary Worthington. She had died the same way these victims were; bleeding from the sockets where her eyes used to be. You spoke to the detective who was the lead on her case. He believed she spent her last moments trying to expose her killer she was having an affair with. She went as far as to start spelling out the name of her killer in her own blood on the back of her mirror. She only got to the third letter of her killer’s name before passing away. It made complete sense to you that her spirit would spend its time exposing the secrets of other murderers. Mary Worthington’s body had been cremated, but the mirror she wrote on had been returned to her family. Now, you and the boys were trying to track down where that mirror had ended up. 

“Oh really?” Sam responded to the man on the phone. “Ah, that's too bad Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror… Okay, well maybe next time… Alright, thanks.” He hung up.

“So?” you asked.

“So that was Mary's brother,” he informed you. “The mirror was in the family for years, until he sold it one week ago to a store called Estate Antiques. A store in Toledo.”

Dean momentarily looked away from the road to his brother. “So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?” 

“Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow,” Sam responded.

“Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?” you chimed in.

“Yeah, there is. Yeah, when someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped.”

Dean connected the dots. “So Mary dies in front of a mirror, and it draws in her spirit.”

“Yeah, but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?” you challenged.

“I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it.”

“Yeah, I don't know, maybe,” Sam sighed. His phone rang. “Hello?... Charlie?”

***

You and the boys picked up Charlie and brought her to the motel you were staying in. You and the Winchesters were busying yourselves with covering every reflective surface in Sam and Dean’s room with sheets, blankets, jackets; anything. Charlie’s gorgeous blonde hair was knotted and messy, her eyes were puffy from crying but remained closed, and her knees were drawn into her chest. 

Sam sat on the bed next to Charlie. “Hey, hey, it's ok. Hey, you can open up your eyes Charlie. It's okay, alright?”

She looked up slowly. 

“Now listen,” he began softly. “You're gonna stay right here on this bed, and you're not gonna look at glass, or anything else that has a reflection, okay? And as long as you do that, she cannot get you.”

“But I can't keep that up forever. I'm gonna die, aren't I?” Charlie’s voice trembled.

“No. No. Not anytime soon,” the brunet assured her. 

You sat on the floor in front of her and put a hand on her knee. “We need to know what happened, babe.”

“We were in the bathroom.” Her eyes brimmed with tears again. “Donna said it.”

“That's not what we're talking about,” Dean stated. There was something dark behind his tone. “Something happened, didn't it? In your life— .a secret— where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it?”

The tears were flowing from her eyes now. “I had this boyfriend. I loved him. But he kind of scared me too, you know? And one night, at his house, we got in this fight. Then I broke up with him, and he got upset, and he said he needed me and he loved me, and he said "Charlie, if you walk out that door right now, I'm gonna kill myself." And you know what I said? I said "Go ahead." And I left. How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just...I didn't believe him, you know? I should have.” She pulled her knees back to her chest and buried her face between them. 

You felt completely horrible for her. But there was no time for a therapy session because you and the boys were off to that Toledo antique store where Mary’s mirror was being kept.

Dean sped down the road despite the pouring rain which you deeply wanted to protest against. You remained silent anyway.

“You know, her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault.” Dean broke the silence.

“You know spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, Dean. Charlie had a secret, somebody died, and that's good enough for Mary,” you told him.

“I guess,” he shrugged.

“You know, I've been thinking. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror,” Sam chimed in.

Dean turned his head to his brother. “Why, what do you mean?”

“Well, Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean she moves around from mirror to mirror, so who's to say that she's not just gonna keep hiding in them forever? So maybe we should try to pin her down, you know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it.”

“Well, how do you know that's going to work?” Dean asked. 

Sam shook his head. “I don't; not for sure.”

“Well who's gonna summon her?” his brother’s tone got a little panicked.

“I will. She'll come after me,” Sam replied solemnly.

“You know what, that's it.” Dean pulled over to the side of the road. “This is about Jessica, isn't it? You think that's your dirty little secret that you killed her somehow? Sam, this has got to stop, man. I mean, the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the night— it's gonna kill you. Now, listen to me, it wasn't your fault. If you wanna blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. Or hell, why don't you take a swing at me? I mean I'm the one that dragged you away from her in the first place.”

“I don't blame you.” Sam’s voice cracked.

“Well, you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done,” Dean responded sharply.

Sam tried to shake his emotion away. “I could've warned her.”

“About what? You didn't know what was gonna happen! And besides, all of this isn't a secret, I mean I know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway,” Dean said.

“No you don't,” was all Sam could muster.

“I don't what?” 

“You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything.”

You had been trying to stay out of it, but couldn’t hold it back anymore. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?” 

You and Dean were taken aback. “No. I don't like it. It's not gonna happen, forget it.” 

“Guys, that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are gonna die after that? Now we're doing this. You've got to let me do this.”

Dean gripped the steering wheel, clenched his jaw, and pulled back out onto the road. The air was heavy and tense in the car. You sat back in your chair with your arms crossed over your chest. No one spoke for the rest of the drive.

When you reached the shop, you picked the lock on the door to reveal dozens of mirrors. 

“Well, that's just great,” Dean grumbled. He pulled out the picture you’d gotten from the detective in Indiana of Mary’s body next to the mirror. “Alright, let's start looking.”

The three of you split up. You were an incredibly detail-oriented person, but even still, all of the mirrors seemed the same to you. 

“Maybe they've already sold it,” Dean called from across the room.

Your flashlight came to rest on a mirror you could swear you’d seen before. “I don't think so. C’mere, Dean.”

He came over to you and held up the photo to the mirror. And sure enough, it was a match. 

“You sure about this?” Dean asked his brother. 

Sam nodded and handed you his flashlight. Taking a deep breath, he says, “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary.”

You whipped your head in the direction of a light coming through the store.

“I'll go check that out. Stay here, be careful,” Dean ordered. “Smash anything that moves.” He crawled away from you and you heard him distantly say, “Crap.”

You paid no mind to Dean as you tightened your grip on the crowbar. 

You heard a whooshing sound behind you and wheeled around. In the mirror was Mary. You sprang to action and smashed your crowbar through the dead center of it. 

You could hear a distorted version of Sam’s voice coming from behind you, but before you could aid him, your own reflection caught your attention. It wasn’t quite syncing with your movements; instead looking at you menacingly. 

Before you could move to hit it, you felt an insane pressure coming from behind your eyes, your throat constricted, and blood began to ooze down your face. 

“You can’t keep running, (Y/N),” your reflection told you. “How could you? How could you be so careless?”

The blood dripping from your eyes began to mix with your tears. You didn’t have enough breath to protest. You began to sink to the floor, the crowbar clanging to the ground.

“It’s your fault that they’re gone. Why didn’t you try harder? Why didn’t you fight to keep them alive? Why did you have to kill them? Your guilt should eat you alive. You don’t deserve another family. You know you don’t deserve to be happy again. You know your recklessness will get these boys killed, too. You are so selfish! And your brother! If you hadn’t done what you did, he would still be alive, too. You are worthless. All you bring is death and—” 

The pressure around your throat released when Dean’s crowbar went through the mirror. He barely spared you a second look before going over to his brother. 

“Sam, Sammy!” you heard from behind you. 

You clutched at your throat and began to cry. You knew Dean had turned cold once more because he heard what your reflection said.

Sam groaned in pain as you saw Dean shouldering his brother and pulling him toward the exit of the shop. 

“C’mon, (Y/N),” Sam urged you. 

You shakily stood and did your best to follow the brothers out. Your dizziness caused you to fall back down to the ground on top of shards of glass, making you yelp as they pierced your hands. 

“Help her, Dean!” you heard Sam demand. 

Dean came to your side, clearly in no hurry, and cradled you in his arms. Before he could get anymore than two steps, you noticed Mary crawling out of the frame of her original mirror. Her dark hair was matted and fell in front of her face. Her dress was tattered, and her limbs moved in an inhuman manner; cracking with every movement. You and Dean were sent flying across the floor toward Sam, and the bleeding of your eyes started again.

You looked to the mirror inches from your head. Despite your weakness, you forced yourself to grab it and turn its face toward Mary.

“You killed them!” you heard her reflection cry. “All those people! You killed them!” Mary started choking just as you had and then melted into a pool of blood on the ground. You threw the mirror you’d been holding and shattered it completely.

You dropped your head back to the floor.

“Hey Sam?” you heard Dean say.

“Yeah?”

“This has got to be like,what, six hundred years of bad luck?” the older brother joked. 

Sam chuckled weakly. You couldn’t even muster up a laugh due to the bile rising in your throat. Memories were eating away at you, and the fact that Dean had heard your reflection was only adding to your anxiety. Your breath began to quicken, but you did your best to soothe yourself.

“(Y/N).” Sam drew you out of your trance. “Can you stand?” 

You tried your best to, but couldn’t. Dean squatted down next to you. “C’mon.” He motioned for you to let him carry you. You complied. You looked up at his chiseled face. You swore he was handcrafted by the gods; perhaps Adonis himself. Your hazy mind couldn’t focus on anything aside from his beautiful green eyes. You had so much to say to him about what he’d heard. You knew he didn’t think highly of you, but your relationship had begun to get better. You didn’t want, well, you, to ruin it all now. 

“Dean, I—” you started.

He cut you off. “We’ll talk later,” he said gruffly. Despite his cold and guarded tone, he put you down gently in the back of the Impala.

You ended up falling asleep in the back of the Impala. When you next awoke, you had been tucked into your bed in the motel. Your boots had been discarded, your jacket had been removed, and your key that you kept in your jacket pocket was now on the nightstand beside you. The gesture was sweet, but your mind immediately started reeling about the conversation you needed to have with Dean. 

You checked the clock; it was ten in the morning. You were surprised how late you had slept, and figured the boys had dropped Charlie off; potentially had even left town without you. Your anxiety getting the best of you, you rushed over to their door. Dean opened it when you knocked.

“Hey,” you breathed.

“Hey,” he echoed.

“Can we talk?”

He nodded. 

You led Dean back to your room. You sat cross-legged on your bed and Dean chose the chair across from you.

“Okay, um,” you sighed. “What do you want to know?”

“Who’d you kill, (Y/N)?” came his straightforward and dry response. “Why did it say you’d get us killed, too?”

You looked down at the floor, the tears beginning to well up in your waterline. “I wanna tell you, I just—”

“Look at me.” His voice was firm.

You did.

“I need to know.”

You took a deep breath. “When I was eighteen, I was coming back home from one of my first solo hunts. My dad had sent me to take out a vampire nest on the edge of the town we were staying in. There were only three vamps there at the time. I got so excited that I had nuked them all, I didn’t account for the fact that all three of them seemed like newbies. I didn’t… register, I guess, that one or more was probably missing.” You averted his gaze, struggling to keep your voice level. “And so, I left. I went back to the house we were squatting in, and, um, one of them followed me.” Tears began to roll down your cheeks.

“Sweetheart, that’s not your—”

You shook your head. “It is. He turned them, Dean. He turned my mom and my dad. I— I had no choice. I had to—” Your sentence was cut off by a sob, but Dean understood what you meant. You wiped a hand over your face and did your best to continue your story. “I sat with their bodies for a long time after. When my brother came back and saw what I’d done, he drew his gun on me. He, um, he wouldn’t listen. He wouldn’t let me explain. He couldn’t shoot me, though. He… He just… left. And then— And then, his best friend called me a few days later.” The tears came back. “He found my brother’s car.” You pressed a hand to your mouth. “And he was dead in it.” Broken sobs wracked your body once again. “It’s my fault that they’re gone, Dean, it’s my fault.”

You couldn’t bear to look at him. You knew how disgusted he must be with you. And then, you felt the bed dip beside you. Then, a hand on your arm. Then, he pulled you to his chest, and you melted into his embrace. Your cries still shook your body, but Dean’s strong arms held you together. He sat with you like that for a long time. 

You and the boys had decided to leave Toledo sooner rather than later after Sam told you what Dean had done to the cops in front of the antique store. Long after leaving Toledo, Dean broke the comfortable silence that had settled over the car.

“Hey Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret is.”

The younger Winchester sighed. “Look, you're my brother and I'd die for you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself.”

Your eyes remained trained on Sam as he looked out the window at something you were passing by. His expression went from confused to scared to saddened, and you knew he was seeing Jessica. After all, you had no doubt your face mirrored his every time you saw your mom standing on a street corner or your dad’s bloodied body lying in your footpath. In time, you knew he would learn to live with it just as you had. 

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[suzume2moon]

Itoshi sister?

So, ep9 (Night Snow) got me think and I can’t shake off the idea: what if the Itoshi brothers had a sister? A girl who had grown up with soccer balls just like them and has the same killer mentality on the field.

(okay, it belongs to the truth: my Blue Lock oc is also an Itoshi girl but here I’ll try to go by the big picture and not just especially her.)

female!itoshi who is the identical female twin of Rin, but she’s the younger by two hours. Rin never fails to remind her of this.

female!itoshi who also has a three-letter name (my oc is called Mei).

female!itoshi who had trained soccer from the day she could walk, but only in secret for she heard Sae saying girls are dumb to soccer.

female!itoshi who made her enter to the soccer world just as fabulous as Rin. On a day, feeling bold and having enough from solo practice she simply marched in into the kindergarten training field (it’s official on the Blue Lock wiki that Rin had a kindergarten team). Rin was 5 (slightly a year passed from the match when he received Sae’s pass) and Sae 7, already in elementary school. So Mei simply marched in and challenged the best player, a boy who was almost a full head taller than her, to a 1v1 match. She was fast, and when the boy tried to push her on the ground, she turned with the momentum, took the ball from him and scored a goal. Rin simply jumped at her happily, but Sae had also seen her for he came for the twins to the kindergarten that day. He walked to Mei, knelt before her, caressed her head and claimed that she is the only female player who has the right to stand with the boys. And he will teach her everything to surpass any other players in the world.

female!itoshi who was a legend in elementary school with her brothers. They have visited elementary school for four years together, and they became famous not just in the prefecture but also in the country. She and Rin always pushed each other for better results and more goals and Sae watched them with a faint smile on his face.

female!itoshi who gets bullied by the other girls a lot of times in elementary school. She was always taller, more muscular, cursed like a sailor because she was amongst boys all the time, and most of all, she didn’t give a damn about tipic elementary girl things like fashion, mobile phones or boys (in romantic ways). They often chased her out of the changing room, insisting she isn’t even a girl. Rin always wanted to punch these girls on the face but Sae solved the problem by humiliating them verbally.

female!itoshi who loves to sit on the seaside with her brothers, whose favourite ice cream/popsickle is the raspberry one. Whose favourite soccer player is Luka Modric. Who is extremely proud of Sae when he gets scouted to go to Spain and asks for a Modric autograph and a dedicated jersey.

female!itoshi who, when she saw that boys start to grow by puberty, developed an own soccer style. With her flexibility and agility she even uses acrobatic movements sometimes and has learnt how to take advantage from the other people’s momentum when they want to push her away, just like in aikido. Her shots are almost flawless although her shooting range is shorter than Rin’s. She also loves to use fake shots and the Itoshi siblings’ signature trivela shot. She and Rin got famous as the unstoppable “Itoshi twins” while Sae was in Spain. They simply sense each other’s presence on the field and their technique is already superior both in solo and duo.

female!itoshi who never got to know what happened on the field when Rin and Sae parted ways in the night of Sae’s homecoming. When Sae was done with Rin, he got home. She was extremely happy for her brother finally arrived and asked him to teach her some “original Spanish dribbles”. Sae refused her, saying girls have nothing to do with soccer and she broke down, temporarily muted by the shock.

female!itoshi whose relationship with Rin sucked after Sae had abandoned them. Rin wanted to defeat Sae alone and looked at his sister as an outsider for she wasn’t there on the field on that night to support him. She didn’t even understand why Rin hates her out of the blue but as an Itoshi, she chose fighting back instead of proper speaking. This is how the Itoshi twins’ ego had been born and they ended up fighting in front of their team, always cursing at each other/not even acknowledging the being of the other, racing who can score more goals in the championships.

female!itoshi who turned from a cocky, mischievous and arrogant girl to a cold, blunt and reserved young woman due to her brothers' betrayal on her. She rarely smiles and never laughs, only keeping her pride and egoism from her younger self.

female!itoshi who has still a perfect relationship with their mother. She doesn’t want to speak about their sibling’s-rival-iwantyoudead situation, but their mother has eyes and can easily figure things. She doesn’t want to do anything though, willing her kids to solve things on their own, when they are ready.

female!itoshi who kept her black hair long until the age of 15. But after Sae abandoned her and her relationship with Rin got wrecked, she cut it to a messy shoulder-length. She turned to hate that she has the same teal eyes and sharp features like her brothers and she didn't want to remember them every time she looked in the mirror.

female!itoshi who gets in Blue Lock under the alias of Itoshi Rui, Rin’s male twin. She wears a tight sports bra and bandages underneath because from the years of intense training she has a well-built muscular body with feminine curves.

female!itoshi who is in one of the team V's, but apart from Rin in the first selection. She ended up scoring the most goals in her building, freaking out everyone as she has a notably slimmer built than the others and is smaller at 5'7" (170 cm).

female!itoshi who reached second place in the second selection, teaming up with Rin and Aryu. Throughout the selection she gets close to Bachira and Chigiri, kind of rebuilding her relationship with Rin too. They aren't as close as they were before but can play together, being the unstoppable Itoshi twins again.

female!itoshi who has the slightest crush on Nagi but drops the idea away instantly, figuring she can't concentrate on soccer in 100% when she feels these dumb things.

female!itoshi who Ego knows about, just letting her play out of curiosity.

female!itoshi who manages to score a goal together with Rin against the world all-stars. They get defeated by 5-2 but it still isn't 5-1.

female!itoshi who ends up in the top 6 as 3rd behind Rin and Shidou, the other three being Karasu, Yukimiya and Nagi. They can't help but wonder how other her body is built, using off the ball technique, speed and special kicks instead of power.

female!itoshi who Karasu has a crush on but knows better to let her know. Karasu knows her identity from an earlier match his team lost against the Itoshis and loves her from then on.

female!itoshi who makes her way in the Blue Lock starting lineup, playing right wing.

female!itoshi whose favourite anime is Attack on Titan and listens to the ost the evening before the match against the U20 team. Before the match, she draws the Wings of Freedom on her wrist and Chigiri says her: "Tatakae".

female!itoshi who gets her knee injured during the U20 match while landing instable. However she only puts ice on her knee in the break, refusing to be substituted, cursing like a sailor at anyone who suggests her to sit on the bench.

female!itoshi whose aura is the universe, picturing "unconscious destruction" which matches her brothers' auras too.

female!itoshi who steals the ball in the last 5 minutes from Sae himself and reaches the flow state. She breaks through the "iron wall" herself and scores from a powerful jumping shot.

female!itoshi who, after winning the match for the Blue Lock, takes off her jersey in front of the entire stadium, revealing the bandages around her breasts and her true gender too. She makes the Scout regiment's salute and the stadium nearly erupts.

female!itoshi who recovers in the two-weeks break, telling her mother a lot about Blue Lock and even meeting up with the others once. Otoya obviously has a crush on her but they end up goofing around as she gets back some of her old personality.

female!itoshi who choses FC Barcha in the Neo Egoist League in order to make bigger use of her physical abilities and learning to control her body even more. They are not the best but beat Ubers and playing a tie with Manshine City. She gets extremely high bids, ranking as 3rd.

female!itoshi who speaks English AND German fluently since she saw Attack on Titan and got inspired. When Kaiser starts to develop a crush on her and tries to corner her, she tells him to fuck off in German with a perfect pronounciation.

female!itoshi whose personal life is a hot topic on BLTV. It changes daily who is she shipped with and she learnt to not give a shit about it pretty fast.

Idk how accurate it is, if anyone has better ideas, please write it in comments. I think it's pretty interesting how a girl's ego and personality works in such a competetive environment if she had already grown up with brothers like Rin and Sae. What do you think?

©suzume2moon 2024.12.08.

[misseviehyde]

CHRONO-TRIGGERED

The swirling chaos of the time-tunnel flowed and pulsed around me. My atoms were being disassembled, my consciousness projected through time. The pain was agonising, but I didn't care. I would do anything for my revenge.

I knew this was risky. This was a one way trip - no way back. I would appear in the past at the time of my choosing but with no control over how I manifested. I would appear naked and helpless in my own past - in 2024.

It was illegal to use this technology and the cost to acquire it had been astronomical. Only my pure focus had allowed me to achieve my goals. Time travel was highly dangerous technology to acquire, but I was willing to break the law.

Wheeling myself into the tunnel, I had been nervous. There was always a chance the machine would simply tear me apart - blasting my molecules apart with time tachyons. Worse - it might send me back 3000 years instead of 30. As I entered, the tunnel glowed and my experience of reality shattered and fractured.

For what felt like centuries I was suspended in the darkness of void space - cold and alone.

Then the world shifted back into painful focus and panting and gasping I came back to myself. I was alive, the pain of translation had been agonising and my newly reconstituted body burned painfully.

Naked I lay on the ground, upon spongy cool grass. Something seemed strange about my body and my voice. I felt... weird.

Sitting up slowly, I drew in both my surroundings and my bodily status at the same time. My aging masculine body with it's scars of time and it's useless legs... was gone.

I was now young and strong again... but strangest of all I was female. The unexpected tug of breasts on my chest brought a sharp feminine gasp to my soft lips. I reached up to feel silky soft hair and impossibly smooth skin. There was nothing between my legs, just the soft folds of a vagina and a strange feeling of absence.

This I had not anticipated - but the vagaries of this form of time travel was not yet fully understood. No one quite understood the technology - it was impossible to travel back in your own body - but I had somehow still expected to wake up as a man.

This was unexpected and possibly affected my plans in a detrimental way. Then again, as my ruthless mind turned the matter over I began to realise there might be advantages to this situation once I had time to consider them.

It was night time and I was lying on the soft grass of a garden on a warm summers night. Behind me was an expensive conservatory and a large expensive house. I recognised it Immediately from my childhood. At least that part of my plan had worked.

The need for my revenge burned bright inside me - but there were steps to take first. I hadn't walked for nearly thirty years, but standing fully upright, the senasations and muscle memory came back to me at once. The feeling was great but I also marvelled at my strange new feminine body. It was athletic and fit and I was curious to examine it - but right now I needed to get under cover.

Slipping quietly through the garden on my naked soles, enjoying the power to walk again, I carefully opened one of the side doors of the conservatory and went into the house.

I'd memorised the layout of this place along with some other important details, and I easily made my way to one of the master bedrooms where I quickly found a bathrobe and wrapped up my nakedness.

Then padding through the house I made my way to the living room where I found the towns richest and most powerful man Donald Grey gazing morosely into the fire. He looked round as I entered and his face twisted into a grimace of surprise and anger. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?"

He leapt to his feet, keeping his back to me and his hand going to his mobile phone to ring the police. I stopped him with two words.

"Green Ziggarut."

"H... how?" he stuttered, his face going deathly white. "How can you possibly know about that?"

"I know a lot of things Donald," I grinned. "I know all about your dirty little secrets, but I also know some information that could save you from all of your problems. I only have one thing I want in return. For you to adopt me as your s... I mean daughter."

"Are you mad?" stuttered Donald.

"I know your wife is infertile and you have no one to leave your fortune to. I know that some recent investments you made have gone badly wrong and you're in deep shit. I know this because I have knowledge of the future. Help me out and I'll help you out. We could be very useful to each other. I don't expect you to believe me just like that. Turn on the TV. Go to the lotto and I'll prove I'm genuine."

He just gawped at me blankly, so I switched on the TV for him. They were about to draw the numbers on the lottery, so calling on the details I had memorised I rattled off the winning numbers. Moments later they were drawn out and I saw his mouth drop open.

"S..some sort of trick," he muttered. "Wh..who are you? What do you want?"

I sighed and calmly repeated myself. "My plans are my own Donald. Suffice to say that I mean you no harm - in fact it's possible we could come to enjoy working together. In my future you commit suicide in a matter of weeks and your vast fortune and wealth end up being wasted. But with my help I can ensure things go very well for you. I've memorised certain details that can help you out. Investments, dirty secrets of your enemies... upcoming events. Adopt me as your daughter and tell the world some convicing lie about me having been sequestered abroad in some expensive school. Use your influence and I'll be grateful."

I could see him wavering, but he wasn't fully convinced yet. Yet as I approached him, I suddenly glanced over and caught my first sight of myself in the mirror mounted on his wall and like a bolt from the blue I realised what I needed to do.

For a moment I was stunned. I was ABSOLUTELY fucking gorgeous. Sure, my hair was messy and my features unadorned - but my natural beauty shone through. I looked like a super model. No man would be able to resist this angelic face and beautiful body, not if I could harness it's power.

Suddenly my doubts and fears about my mission evaporated. In some ways - if I could learn to use this body to my advantage - getting my revenge would now be even easier.

I softened my body language, forced myself to be more feminine. I adjusted the bathrobe and allowed it to slip open slightly at the top.

"Come on Donald, believe me - it will be worth it having me as your daughter. Let me help you... you can even choose my name. I'll be the perfect, pretty little daughter for you. Wouldn't you like that?"

I slid my hand on his arm, and looked up at him winsomely. My soft lips in a pout I whispered in his ear. "Power and money Daddy, I'll give them all to you. Just let me help you, give me a chance."

Donald looked down at me.

"Very well... Janice."

Janice? Janice Grey?

It would take a little bit of getting used to, but it would do... I was Janice Grey now.

***

Donald's wife Kathleen took a little convincing, but after I revealed several more secrets she quickly came around. Our business deal was concluded quickly - under my guidance the Grey's successfully restored their fortune and Donald was able to work his way out of the mess he would otherwise have been in.

I was now a time criminal. I had altered the future and it was impossible to say what effects my actions would have. I didn't care... this was only the start. My true revenge was to come.

Meanwhile my new Daddy spoke to a guy he knew and within weeks I had adoption papers and a new I.D as Janice Grey. We paid a hacker a substantial sum to create a fake digital footprint and past for me. The story would be that I was a relative of Kathleen's and had been adopted after a death in the family. It was all rather flimsy in some ways, but money always solved problems like this and no one was going to be looking too hard.

I didn't trust the Grey's entirely, but they were smart enough not to fuck with me. I made it clear to 'Daddy' one night that if anything should ever happen to me, certain information would make its way to the authorities and the fate I had helped avert would catch up with him.

Kathleen meanwhile, whilst initially suspicious and slightly cold, quickly warmed to me. I needed to learn how to be a woman fast and she was the easiest one to teach me. I fell quickly into the role of a dutiful daughter and insisted we go shopping together and hang out together. I also got her to introduce me to her friends daughters and quickly made friends with a network of rich girls my age.

I had always been a quick learner and my focus and determination to succeed in my mission gave me the push I needed. I worked hard to immerse myself in femininity. I needed to turn myself into a weapon. I had to overcome my original masculinity and reshape myself as a girl in order to get what I wanted.

It didn't hurt that I was beautiful and charming. That just came naturally to me in this body. But with a little feminine help I quickly learned to enhance my already impressive attributes.

I learned to use makeup to enhance my beautiful features and clothing and fashion to maximise my sex appeal. I changed my body language and patterns of speech, adopting the bratty mannerisms of a spoiled bored rich girl.

The more I immersed myself in the role - the more I became Janice. But there was one thing I knew I needed to do before embarking on the next stage of my plan. I needed to have sex.

There was a confidence in my sexuality that could only come from losing my virginity. I had already experienced the pleasures of my new body many times - making myself cum with my fingers - but I needed to know a mans touch.

It came from a hot frat boy at a party. To test my skills I seduced him away from his drunk girlfriend and luring him to the bedroom proceeding to make out and fuck him.

It was okay for a first attempt... I was clumsy and unsure at points. It felt good though and I enjoyed the sensation of being taken by a man and being filled with his manhood.

I spent the next few months fucking around, growing in skill and confidence. As my body count increased - so did my repertoire - and soon I knew everyway to make a man cum... even using my feet.

It was nearly a year since my arrival in the past... I was rapidly approaching the time I would need to take action. I had planned for a year of preparation - but I'd never dreamed it would be spent developing myself as a slutty hot bitch.

It was time to have my revenge...

***

I had to admit... it was becoming increasingly difficult to stay focused on my task. My life as Janice had become all consuming. I had to some extent fallen in love with the rich life style of a spoiled popular brat.

My hot friends were a genuine distraction. I could spend hours hanging out with Chloe, Kirsten and Paige. It would be so easy to just relax and enjoy the pleasure my new life could give me. Being a brat did feel amazing and in some ways made up for the thirty years of pain.

I'd discovered a love for running and exercise - a sheer delight to be able to run and stretch in my fine young body. It felt amazing to be young and sexy. I had learned to love being a girl. In fact I was struggling to remember how it had ever felt to be male.

But the cold core of fury that had transported me across time and space still burned brightly enough to power my need for revenge. I was nothing if not stubborn. Janice was a compelling identity, but the universe still demanded justice.

I knew exactly where to go. I knew exactly where I needed to be. I waited at the coffee shop waiting.

When I saw the three of them, my heart nearly stopped beating. Tears came to my eyes and my hands shook. It was so vivid. We were really here... now... in this place... this moment.

I watched the man I had used to be sit at a table. I watched him kiss his beautiful wife on her lips and punch his best-friend playfully on the arm.

Right then I wanted to run over to the table and throttle her and smash his friends face in. I restrained myself only with difficulty. The rage was hard to process. He had no IDEA of what was coming, of the damage these two ingrates would cause to his life.

Jordan and Lisa - the two traitors. Images thirty years old flashed into my mind. Lisa's face a mask of ecstasy as she rode atop Jordan... her face a mask of evil relish as she laughed at how she was going to take everything in a divorce. Jordan... his eyes burning with cold amusement as he let go of the the safety release and the garage door fell down crushing my legs.

The two of them had destroyed me emotionally and physically. They'd left me crippled and broken - taken it all from me. All that had been left was rage and fury.

Looking at my old self - I felt a flicker of disgust. How could I have been so naive... so pathetic?

I saw Jordan and Lisa share a glance, saw her smile wickedly at him when my old self's back was turned. The two of them were just as evil as I remembered.

But now the two of them had no idea a new player had entered the game. I watched Jordan excuse himself and head to the toilet. I rose from my seat and popped the lid from my drink.

Walking like an airhead I deliberately crashed into Jordan and he gasped as my drink went all over him and his shirt.

"OMG - I am like soooo sorry," I drawled in my bratty voice. "Oh like let me get you some help."

I snapped my fingers at one of the barristas and procured some kitchen roll. Dabbing it against his chest I giggled and played with my hair with my other hand.

"Like I'm such a clutz. Mmmmh nice chest though, like do you work out?"

Jordan went a little red and I could see how pleased he was. At this point in his life he must have been about 29 and here he was getting hit on by a girl in her early twenties. I actually had no idea how old I was, but my fake birth certificate said 19...

"Oh don't mention it, it was an honest mistake. Unless... you were deliberately trying to get my attention."

"Maybe I was," I purred. "I do like an older man. Hey - I feel really fucking bad for ruining your shirt. Let me make it up to you. Me and a couple of friends are having a pool party this afternoon, why don't you come round - it will be fun. I'll give you my address."

Jordan took the piece of paper I pushed into his hand, it also had my number on it.

"Ohhhh like is that your frumpy wife over there, she looks kinda mad. She probably won't let you come."

Lisa was staring daggers at the two of us. Her face delighted me. I loved to see it. I knew that she would give Jordan the cold freeze when he got back to the table - but I also knew he hated being told what to do. He'd definitely come tonight.

"Oh, no... she's just a friend. I'm not married. I'm single actually. You know what, I will be there tonight... why not!"

I giggled and blew him a kiss. "I sure hope so stud."

***

Jordan and Lisa.

Their names and faces had haunted me for decades. Jordan- my so called best friend. A good handsome guy, liked to work out. Interested in the ladies and ultimately Lisa's willing dupe.

Lisa - the evil bitch. She'd hooked me line and sinker. It wasn't till the end that I learned who she really was. A cold blooded pyscho. She'd been embezzling funds from our company, sleeping with my best-friend and when I refused to go along with the blackmail they'd both arranged - they broke my legs and left me in a wheelchair for life.

She was the truly evil one, but Jordan had to pay as well. It would have sickened me to do what I was going to do once - but I had learned the value of patience and seduction. As a woman - my sexual revenge would be slower but ultimately more devastating to these two traitors than they could imagine.

First I would split them apart, then I would take control of each of them and make them suffer. As Janice... it would be almost too easy.

I applied my makeup on put on my sluttiest swimsuit - my head awash in my evil plans. Lisa and Jordan were amateurs. I'd had thirty years to stew in my own hatred and plans for revenge. They had no idea what was about to hit them...

***

"Relax... it's like only a blowie. Everyone here is like cool anyway. This is my place and my Mom and Dad don't care what I do."

Jordan groaned as I sucked his dick. His cock was a nice length and felt good in my mouth. I sucked and slurped, expertly using my tongue to lick the tip. I could tell he liked it. "Are you sure no one is gonna interrupt us?" he groaned.

"Fuck... I never imagined this is what..."

"This is EXACTLY what you imagined," I giggled. "This is what you wanted." I went back to sucking.

It didn't take Jordan long to cum in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. Giggling I stood up and wiped my pretty mouth. "Does she suck cock as good as me?"

"Who?" asked Jordan suspicously.

"That woman you said wasn't your wife."

"Oh... her. No we aren't..."

"Oh come on baby. I can tell when two people are fucking. I'm just surprised you're with someone soooooo old."

Jordan blushed, but the appeal to his vanity worked. "I... I guess it's kind of hot to fuck a married woman. She's into all kinds of kinky shit too.'

"Whatever... you can keep fucking her, but I wanna do more stuff together. Married women are hot but nineteen year old pussy beats everything baby. I'd like to try some kinky shit with you too."

Jordan was hooked. I could tell. I guided his hand to my wet pussy. "Now are you ready for round two babe?"

***

We fucked and fucked. Sometimes Jordan would come over and smoke weed with us or stay to party. My friends liked having an older guy around to tease. They all agreed that older guys were hot.

Jordan was besotted with me. I prodded and teased him about the kinky stuff and eventually he opened up. He liked dressing up in girls clothing... he liked to be dominated.

He wanted to try stuff in private. We did things... kinky things. Leather, candles, strap-ons - you name it.

Shame he never noticed the secret camera in the room.

***

"Hey you... you're that bitch that Jordan has been hanging around with. What the hell do you want?" scowled Lisa.

I grinned as I insolently put a foot in the doorway to stop Lisa closing it.

"What's the matter bitch - annoyed I took lover boy away from you? I have business to discuss with you."

"How dare you talk to me like that," screeched Lisa.

"Oh calm down. I'm here to cut you a deal. I need to warn you. Jordan has told me everything about your little schemes, but he's planning to sell you out. Look here. I found these documents - he's been collecting evidence of your embezzlement of funds and he is planning to blackmail you. He means nothing to me, he's just a bit of fun - I figured you'd reward me handsomely for helping you out...'

Lisa took my envelope and her eyes narrowed as she scanned the information.

It was all I could do not to laugh...

***

"What! But how did she get these pictures?"

"I don't know babe. She must have gotten jealous of me being with you and hired a private eye. They have long photo shots of me pegging you. Luckily my rich Daddy pays for counter-survelience so I found out about this. She must be planning to release the photos and blackmail you.'

"That fucking bitch, she's trying to double cross me. I'll show her," snarled Jordan.

I watched him get in the car and accelerate away. This was almost too easy.

***

The house was eerily quiet but the police were on the way. On the drive lay Jordan - shot three times through the torso. Under the garage door, her legs crushed and broken, lay Lisa.

I smiled a warm smile of satisfaction. Watching these two destroy each other was satisfying. But I didn't want either of them to die. I checked Jordan. He was still alive, so I staunched the blood and gave basic first aid.

Lisa would live, she was still conscious and her eyes locked onto mine.

'Y...you. You did this. W...why?"

I didn't answer. There was nothing I could say to explain my hatred. Lisa and Jordan would both live - but the police would find evidence of their embezzlement and fraud along with a lot of embarassing photos of Jordan leaked online.

They would live out their lives in shame and ignomy, Lisa in a wheelchair. I knew exactly how that felt of course.

I wondered what would happen to the other me now. Obviously he would be shocked by what had happened but move on with his life.

By rights it should cause a paradox. I had no cause to travel back in time now. All I knew is that I'd been told that once sent back in time - my causal loops were broken and I was a free agent.

I wondered if my changes to the timeline would massively effect the future? I hoped not. I had certainly memorised and learned plenty of information about the coming decades figuring that if I was going to be stuck in the past I may as well have knowledge and power.

I had never anticipated I would end up as a hot girl. I was in love with being Janice and now my revenge was complete it felt like I could finally move on with my life.

Leaving my former life behind to the wail of sirens and Lisa's anguished cries - I walked off into the night.

I was hot young and sexy. I was a rich spoiled bitch and I knew everything that was going to happen for the next thirty years.

This time I would live for every moment... this time I would live for me.

Well you know what they say... Tempus Fugit."

THE END

[vettelsvee]

YOU’RE INSECURE, DON’T KNOW WHAT FOR | Lewis Hamilton

f1 one shots masterlist | wattpad | ao3

lewis hamilton x reader

summary: george and carmen invite y/n over for dinner but also lewis, who happens to be one of y/n's biggest role models, is there.

word count: 1801

warnings: age gap. use of y/n y/l/n

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Faith felt excited and, why not say it, a little nervous as she made her way in her short blue floral-print dress with red wine bottle in her left hand towards the house that her friend Carmen shared with her boyfriend, Formula 1 driver George Russell. The young woman had been invited by the couple to have dinner with them, taking advantage of the break between the Canadian and Austrian Grand Prix.

No matter how much she tried to remedy it, she knew that her unease stemmed from the fact that, as her friend had told her, Lewis Hamilton, the host's teammate, would also be there. The redhead was passionate about motorsports and had been following the competition since she was a child, so that's why she was not only impressed to be friends with someone who was part of her biggest passion, but also to be able to meet one of her idols.

Once the girl arrived at the residence, she knocked on the door and waited at the entrance for a few seconds until she was greeted by Carmen, who had a wide smile on her face:

"Hi there!" shouted Carmen, stretching out her arms as if to give the girl in front of her a hug. "I've been really looking forward to seeing you. I've missed you, have I told you yet?"

"Carmen, we saw each other last week," Faith answered with a smile.

"I know, but I've missed you and spending time with you."

With that said, the brunette ushered in her guest, who timidly entered and looked around. Despite it being an informal dinner, she noticed that they had taken the time to decorate the house with some hanging lights and freshly bought flower pots. Moreover, the table was elegantly set, and the appetizing smell of food filled her nostrils.

When she found herself face to face with Lewis chatting animatedly with Russell, she knew she was in paradise.

Had she died and been welcomed into heaven with open arms?

"Faith!" exclaimed the blue-eyed man upon seeing his girlfriend's friend. "Come, come, let me introduce you two," he said, waving his arms for the girl to approach. "This is the seven-time world champion, Lewis Hamilton, although I'm sure you know him well."

The girl felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest from how fast it was beating.

"Lewis," she expressed with a stutter that the brunette found quite cute, offering her hand, "it's a pleasure to meet you. I've been following you since you started in Formula 1 and, since then, you've been my biggest inspiration."

"The honor is mine, Faith," Hamilton responded, giving her a hug. "George and Carmen have told me a lot about you, so I'm glad to have finally met you."

As the night progressed, the four of them conversed animatedly, and on more than one occasion, Lewis and Faith talked alone, mainly because the couple acted as matchmakers for them. They realized that it wasn't just their passion for the world of motorsport that they had in common, but much more. It was undeniable that there was great chemistry between them, and both wanted and hoped to continue that kind of friendship beyond that dinner.

The gathering lasted until the early hours of the morning, and Faith panicked when she discovered on her mobile phone that it was two-thirty in the morning; although she didn't owe anyone an explanation, the next morning she had to act like a responsible adult and tidy up her small, but chaotic, apartment.

As she got up from the table, followed by Carmen and George, she thanked them both for their hospitality. Lewis, at that moment, realized that the young woman planned to walk home, which worried him.

Quickly, he approached the girl:

"Hey, Faith," he began to say, "let me take you home. It's not safe for you to go alone this late at night. There's crazy people out there, you know?"

The girl felt flattered by the proposal from the Brit, although she also didn't want to be a bother to him. Also, she liked being an independent woman.

"Thank you, Lewis," Faith replied, "but I can take care of myself. Besides, my house is just about three streets from here, so it's not even a ten-minute walk."

Hamilton didn't give up easily. The girl with whom he had gotten along so well that night, apart from being sleepy, was a bit tipsy from the very good wine she had brought. In conclusion: a magnet to attract any pervert.

"I'm sure you're a completely independent woman," the brunette continued, "but I can't leave you alone this late. And make it clear that you're not a burden to me either," he insisted. "Let me take you home, please."

The redhead stared at the pilot. His eyes showed honesty and, especially, concern. She realized that, as stubborn as he might be, he was only concerned about her safety.

After a few brief moments that were for mere show, she agreed.

"Okay, Lewis. If that will make you sleep better tonight, I guess I'll have to accept your very kind offer."

With a relieved smile, mentally patting himself on the back, Hamilton and Faith, after saying goodbye to George and Carmen, headed to the parking lot where the pilot had parked.

During the short car ride, they continued chatting and laughing, enjoying each other's company pleasantly, feeling increasingly comfortable with each other's company.

As Lewis's car parked in front of the apartment building where the girl lived, he carefully turned off the engine and turned to her, placing his arm on the passenger seat.

"I guess we've arrived," the Mercedes pilot said, with a timid smile on his face.

Faith returned the smile in gratitude for the man's gesture.

"Thank you for bringing me home," the girl clarified. "The truth is, I really appreciate that you insisted on bringing me back. I felt much safer with your company."

Before the girl proceeded to get out of the vehicle, Lewis gently took her hand, giving it a kiss.

"It's been a pleasure spending time with you tonight," he confessed, "well, and also getting to know you. Would you mind giving me your phone number, so we can stay in touch?"

"Of course," Faith replied, "I would love to see you again."

After exchanging phone numbers, they said goodbye with the hope and promise of seeing each other again. Without a doubt, the moment Faith entered the apartment building, climbed the stairs to her own, and entered, she knew that the dinner at her friends' house had marked a turning point in the relationship with the man she considered her idol.

The months went by, so did the relationship between Lewis and Faith, who tried to meet the driver whenever his schedule allowed them to.

The truth is, what started as a friendship between idol and admirer had ended up becoming something deeper. They talked every day, and knew each other even better than they knew themselves.

One day Lewis, with the intention of clarifying the non-dating relationship between him and the woman he considered his girl, decided to invite her to the next Grand Prix, which would take place at Silverstone. Faith, knowing that she couldn't continue hiding her feelings, gladly accepted the invitation.

The race on Sunday was a piece of cake for Hamilton, who secured the first victory of the 2023 season thanks to an engine failure for Max Verstappen, the championship leader, which forced him to retire from the race. It seemed surreal, but both the redhead and the brunette thought that, perhaps, she was the lucky charm of the seven-time world champion.

"Congratulations, Lew!" the girl shouted with joy as Lewis approached the members of his team.

After a brief nod, since he couldn't express much more with his helmet on, he went to the podium to receive his prize and then proceeded to do the corresponding interviews. Once he had fulfilled his duties as the winner, he quickly sent a message to Faith, telling her that they would be going to have dinner that same night to one of the man's favorite restaurants.

Obviously, Faith accepted, and a few hours later she found herself arm in arm with Lewis entering a private dining area at said restaurant.

While they enjoyed some dishes that were already customary for the Brit, but a pleasant surprise for the girl, there was a moment when Lewis stopped eating and began to stare at his companion intently.

"Faith, I want to be completely honest with you," the young man began, his voice full of emotion. "I am deeply in love with you, from the moment I met you; and, from what you have indicated to me over these months that we have continued our relationship, I know that you feel the same way too."

Faith knew that her companion was right, and at that moment, she felt her whole body tense up. What would a person with worldwide fame and an impressive status in the world of sports do with a girl like her, who worked as a waitress in a bar?

She had no doubt that serving drinks didn't measure up to racing at 300 kilometers per hour every other weekend.

Lewis noticed that Faith was starting to overthink things, he could tell by her face. Therefore, he took her hand and continued speaking:

"I know you're worried because our lives are poles apart, but I want you to know that I don't care at all about what people might think if we take the next step," he explained. "The only thing that matters to me is you. You're insecure, and I don't know what for."

The redhead looked at Lewis, giving him a look that gave her enough confidence to confess her feelings:

"I'm also in love with you, Lewis," she finally admitted, "but I'm afraid I won't be able to live up to what you deserve."

Lewis got up from his seat, approached her, and hugged her, trying to comfort her.

"I can't promise you that everything will be a bed of roses," the pilot declared, stooping down to her level, "but I assure you that I'll be walking alongside you to make the journey easier for us."

Faith nodded, agreeing with Lewis, finally realizing that fear was preventing her from moving forward with her life.

"You're right, Hami," the girl said. "Fear is paralyzing me."

"So... does that mean you're officially becoming my wonderful girlfriend?"

A mischievous smile appeared on Lewis Hamilton's face, who had finally achieved what he had desired so much since that dinner he had been invited to by his teammate and his girlfriend.

"Of course," Faith replied. "I'm ready to become Formula 1 newest favorite wag."

[coochiequeens]

This is exactly what feminists warned of.

By Marielena Meder February 8, 2025

Convicted criminals in Germany are endorsing Germany’s new gender self-identification law for allowing them to easily hide their pasts by changing their identities. One violent criminal, Mirko Guth, even spoke to local press about his plans to change his legal sex and name by claiming to be transgender.

Guth, who spent several years in prison for violent crimes and aggravated robbery, described using the gender self-identification law to hide his past as a “fuck you to the state,” complaining that he had struggled with difficulties in opening bank accounts and obtaining mobile phone plans due to his lengthy record of serious offenses.

After the Self-Determination Act came into effect in Germany on November 1, 2024, individuals were permitted to change their legal sex and name through a simple declaration at the registry office. The new law also included a disclosure ban, which prohibits passing on the real sex and former name without consent and imposes harsh penalties for those who “misgender” or “deadname” a person who has changed their legal identity.

“This is the paragraph that erases my past,” Guth told Die Welt regarding the disclosure ban. “I am bankrupt and can’t get work contracts anymore. If I become a woman, I can have a mobile phone, an Amazon account, and a Netflix account again.”

“I can’t be mistaken for a woman. I believe I don’t have a single feminine trait,” Guth, who is bald and covered in tattoos told Die Welt. “I’m doing this out of desperation.”

Guth reports that he first got the idea to take advantage of the law from a woman he had worked with at the youth welfare office. After being released from prison, Guth had attempted to offer his services as a “reformed criminal” to a youth-focused organization called “Gefangene helfen Jugendlichen e.V“ (Prisoners Help Youth). This association of former prisoners organized prison visits, conducted school prevention education, and offered anti-violence training intended to steer at-risk kids away from a life of crime.

However, the state cut off financial support for the association in 2024, leaving Guth dejected. He then pursued changing his legal sex and name.

Guth reports that many of his friends with criminal records will similarly seek to change their legal sex and names under the law. But not only do they seek to erase their past, they also plan to deliberately invade women’s washrooms and locker rooms, hoping to be thrown out so they can sue for discrimination and collect compensation.

There have been several cases in Germany involving trans-identified males demanding money after being denied access to women-only spaces. As previously reported by Reduxx, a man in Bavaria named Nicolas “Laura” Holstein was awarded €1,000 after being refused membership to a women’s-only gym.

Doris Lange, the owner of Lady’s First fitness studio, reported that one week after she was ordered to pay a €1,000 fine, she received a demand from Holstein’s lawyers for an additional €2,500 in compensation, along with a threat of a €5,000 penalty if she were to deny him access to the women-only gym in the future.

In another case, a neo-Nazi changed his legal name and sex, and is now suing a child safeguarding advocate for referring to him as a “man” without his consent. Last month, Reduxx spoke exclusively with Josefine Barbaric, the chairwoman of the association of Nein, lass das! e.V. (No, don’t do that!) for the prevention of sexual violence against children and adolescents, from whom “Maria-Svenja” Lieblich is now demanding €15,000 in “discrimination” compensation.

Barbaric is also being ordered to sign a cease-and-desist declaration, which would entitle Liebich to collect a €10,000 fine from her if she ever misgender him in the future and is raising funds for her legal defense. 

In addition to hiding their criminal past and finding an easy payday, some men have admitted to using the self-determination law to avoid conscription and commit bank fraud.

One man who spoke to Die Welt said he hoped to avoid military service by altering his legal sex to “female” in the event a war broke out in Germany. However, the law does include a specific regulation forbidding sudden “sex changes” in the midst of impending or active war.

In other cases, men have planned to open multiple bank accounts in different federal states, obtain loans, withdraw the money, and then change their gender identity and name.

Spokespersons from Commerzbank and the Federal Association of German Banks (BdB) have expressed doubts that this plan would work, as they only grant significant overdrafts and loans if regular net income, for example from salary payments, is present in the account. However, a criminal in Berlin pulled off a similar heist in 2023, prior to the introduction of the Self-Determination Act.

The 32-year-old man claimed to be “transgender” at several registry offices, and thus obtained new personal documents multiple times. With the obtained documents, he opened several bank accounts, withdrew the money, entered into contracts with mobile phone providers, and made online purchases. According to the public prosecutor’s office, further investigations are pending against the accused for the same fraudulent scheme.

The police union had previously warned that easing the regulations around changing legal documents would open the floodgates to criminals seeking to use the law to avoid detection or commit further crimes. Registrars and government officials have also expressed fears of becoming the targets of discrimination complaints if they refuse or question the motives of some change requests.

Since the implementation of the Self-Determination Act at the end of November, almost 15.000 individuals in Germany have altered their legal sex. This figure significantly surpasses the initial estimate of 4,000 changes per year.

[athena-gundampla]

HGUC 1/144 E.F.S.F. Mass-Produced Mobile Suit RMS-179 "GM-II" [Torrington Base Livery]

GM-II!! Saw this for $30 alongside the HGUC Nemo and had to add it to my growing GM collection. The GM-II was the Federation's contemporary to the Nemo, and was a direct improvement upon the original GM. Although it does wield the same beam rifle as the Nemo, (reusing the same sprue moulds that the Nemo uses) it had a less efficient fire control system and thus weaker output from the weapon. It also only holds a single beam saber, unlike the dual sabers of the Nemo.

This kit had excellent color separation. Like other GM-style kits, it only needs a little red detailing on the vents and boosters, plus some yellow for the head vulcans. I also used my chrome marker to paint the sensor behind the visor, which makes it stand out in a really distinct way, almost like a foil sticker. As usual, I also added some gunmetal and silver weathering to the grey parts, with some additional gold highlights. I also picked out all the sensors with a UV reactive green metallic, as the kit didn't include any foil stickers.

I wanted to use this kit for my local hobby group's photography competition, so I went the extra mile on detailing. The livery here is directly inspired by the Qantas Flying Art series, specifically the "Minyma Kutjara Tjukurpa/White Dots" livery by Pitjantjatjara artist Maringka Baker, and is meant to reflect the suit's (fictional) home base being in Australia. The design on the shield in particular reflects the fictional location of Torrington Base in relation to Sydney Crater, although this itself is rather inconsistent in UC media.

To make the build look professional I also used lots of decals and stickers. As mentioned in other posts, I'd already cannibalized the sticker sheet for my Asshimar and Nemo, but I saved most of the E.F.S.F. stickers for this kit. It includes some Torrington Base decals as well, as a nod to the GM-II's cameo in Unicorn. In addition I used spare decals from a variety of sheets including the Woundwort, GM Spartan, and a generic multi-use UC sheet. The "106" designation is purely based on what numbers I had left from stickers and decals. I locked everything in place with a second matte top coat.

The kit doesn't come with too many option parts. There's just an extra pistol grip hand as well as the two open fist options, and two beam saber effects in trans-yellow. I don't think it's necessarily a downside though, as it does limit how many leftovers there are to store after posing. It's a fairly flexible kit, with good hip and shoulder articulation, but it has no ab-crunch and limited waist rotation. You can still get it to hit some nice looking poses though.

For the photo competition, I took it out to The Beach, a horribly named location near Sydney Airport. It's a good spot for watching planes take off. I got some really nice pics, but I do wish I had something better than my phone camera to take advantage of the amazing weather and location.

Overall I had a lot of fun with this build, and I hope it does well in the competition! I'm super proud of how it turned out and I'm tempted to submit it for the Gunpla Builder's World Cup too.

The UC shelf just keeps getting more full...