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aprilblossomgirl · 28 days

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hi! this is the anon from earlier today again!

i get the disappointment you’re feeling because same. i’ve been looking forward to the show so much, and now i probably won’t even get to watch it live due to work.

anyways, gmmtv is setting them up for failure atm, and it is upsetting for everyone - the actors, the fans and probably everyone who has been working on this project for months and months

there haven’t been too many shows that were broadcast on other paid platforms yet so there aren’t a lot of examples. 23.5 degrees and cooking crush are the most recent (and possibly only??? idk i can’t remember 😅) examples and neither trailer mentioned youtube and they also didn’t put any info about it being shown on youtube on twitter either. for 23.5 they only specified the countries where it was going to be shown on netflix. however, they DID NOT specify that the show was going to be put on youtube in all other countries

idk how the whole iqiyi thing is going to work either, but at the end of the day it’s just another subscription-based platform like netflix so they are definitely going to geoblock the youtube broadcast it in all countries where it’s going to be put on iqiyi - the iqiyi thailand twitter page is the only one having posted about it yet but ig it could include some other countries as well. also, for 23.5 they’re putting the uncut version on youtube and netflix so that’s an interesting fact

i don’t think gmmtv is going to say anything about this whole situation so we will probably have to wait until wednesday to find out if it will be on youtube or not 🙏🏻

Hi Anon, thanks for dropping by again. I don't think I can say much about this broadcasting policy by the company; I could only try to understand based on the published promo materials (i.e., the shows' posters) and perhaps a few 'conversations' among fans on twitter.

And you're right, now that I remember, I think it was not the GMMTV Official account that stated about 23.5 still being broadcasted on the company's YouTube channel outside SEA and Latin America, maybe it was the show's twitter channel or maybe the unofficial fan account of the show that already did the research so they could come up with the information. But I do remember reading such statement, that's how I ended up trying to watch the show on YouTube using VPN (I live in SEA so the YouTube broadcast is geoblocked since it's on Netflix). Some fans already said similar things about this whole We Are x iQIYI case. So, assuming the case would be the same with 23.5 (because both Netflix and iQIYI are paid subscription-based platforms), it is most likely that We Are will still gonna air on the GMMTV YouTube wherever no iQIYI broadcast available. But again, and as you mention that GMMTV probably won't say anything to clarify, I think I would want to wait until Wednesday to make sure.

As I mentioned in the tags of my previous ask/answer, I think all the uproar was more than just, if it's not, about the sudden platform changes. It was due to accumulation of many things concerning the overall promotion (including unclear information about the viewing platform issue) of the show by the company. So that's how things blew up. I would be very 'happy' if this all was just a misunderstanding of the information and turns out the show is going to be on YouTube. However, the thing with having different platforms is the challenge for the fans (both Thai and international) to do the live trending of the show while it was airing. As you might know, it plays an important role in supporting the show, the artists, and the show-maker that could be one of the things that lead to the show's success. So that adds to why things went a bit chaotic yesterday when the new poster of the show came out. Trending would be a lot easier if the show is broadcasted on the same platform across regions. But now we know that will no longer be the case, I'm afraid.

And finally, regardless of that whatever GMMTV is doing right now is not at all a favor to the show, I think it's still way too early to predict about 'setting up the show for failure' simply because it hasn't even started yet. The show involves four fandoms, and I trust that most of the fans are still willing to find a way to maintain their support for the show regardless all these 'chaos' :)

#and somehow i believe the show will pass this test. lol.#oops. sorry again anon for another long response.#inbox💌#ask answered #april.txt #we are series #we are

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ralucasalmostgone · 3 months

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yeah but then...

you know - everything's great - but you're kinda alone in your perception (until you're not)

like, there was this weeeeird exchange of perception between me and the persistent boy

so I'm in the bench (I remember that was the beginning of me being extremely perceptive...from say 16 till now; it reached its peak around 18) and I'm just being watched - as usual - by all my male classmates

but the one I mention really wants to talk to me, but can't start a topic of conversation

so like, he's watching me

and he's watching me

and then there's this point where the bored Lit teacher asks a question, and I being distracted by this other female classmate who walks behind me, I accidentally answer her question...

cause

suddenly...see this type of perception is awful for focus purposes (like, when I go at the seaside I know how everybody is watching me) so like, I couldn't focus anymore on perceiving how I'm being perceived through THAT boy's eyes AND pretend to not know the answer to the question of the teacher (cause sometimes I tend to do that: pretend like I don't know because I don't wanna create a connection with the teacher)

now that teacher noticed that and she was all like pissy and said: "yeah, I don't know who answered that but it's correct so..."

No, she knew who answered that. And that it was me. She was just being a bitch. And that's why I don't like demonstrating to teachers that I do know their answers to their dumb questions because they have issues! Mental issues!

Is that any way to treat a young girl?

Bitch.

Now anyway

THAT BOY was convinced that I know more than I say

And I was afraid that he was gonna see through me: that I can see through his eyes too! And that he's perceiving just like me!

And like, when I did that accidentally I was like: shit...

And then I looked to perceive (as usual) and then he was all like: wait a minute? I'm right?

And then I was like: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....

I mean, I could tell he was like a sponge for information just like me: cause I do that (accumulate information for the sake of it) BUT

from knowledge accumulation TO PERCEPTION?

He's gonna find out I'm avoiding him intentionally at this rate! Only perception tells you that for sure!

but that was also one of the first time I'd discover that I can identify perceptive types for sure AND see them perceive and see through their eyes as they perceive

BUT they can't see me perceive.

and when you see yourself through other people's perception, you do find out things about yourself, I suppose

like for example, through his perception, I learned that I'm really intelligent - and THAT'S WHY HE'S SO OBSESSED with talking to me! 🙄

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and then you know, non-perceptive girls make you feel like an island

cause like, they'd be talking there but they don't know the inside of the individuals (their feelings: which is another spirit perk)

I remember getting in touch with the frustration of that boy when he wasn't allowed to speak to me - cause I had all kinds of social barriers: you had to go through other people to get to me 😏

and the neurotic energy of having to leave me - when he knows he has a plan to talk with me for much longer - but, there comes another distraction on the horizon for him

so I finally get my breathing space

but then I don't again!

after a certain point he's literally just looking for me around the sports class

and I'm hidding in the small classrooms in the basement of the school to study for French/Latin but I saw him outside: he was looking for me STILL!

and I'm like: OMG WHHHATT IS YOUR PROBLEM

but, the guilt, you know?

cause he always had my back too!

like for other things. shit that happens. he covered for me! I get it!

BUT LIKE OMG!

you're super-reliable for being equally perceptive as I am (I can trust my own perception then!) and I know he has my back for seeing me as I really am BUT LIKE...

don't

wanna

talk!

with anybody!

it's called...adolescent angst for all you know! 🙄

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aicnatsid · 2 years

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Welcome to parenthood: DAC 💥🍗

Chapter 2: Big brother.

Hello babess!

Im so happy you all liked the first drabble! As promised here is another quick idea I had, sorry for if you find any typos I think i might just be posting here the uncleaned version and once im ready ill move it to AO3! Also if you might have any suggestions or themes for the family drabbles feel free to send them! <3

Anyways, hope u like this onee! 🖤

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Disclaimer: For story purposes Megumi and his sisters ages will switched depending on the narrative of the chapter.

‘Ugh, where is he!‘

Mimiko grunted, frustrated as she walked around the school looking for Megumi who was nowhere to be found.

She looked out the window from the second floor to see if she could spot him from up there to the patio where he would normally be beating up bullies.

Nothing.

Rushing down the stair and jumping to skip the last few she closed in on most hidden spots where teachers normally wouldn't be around and the students will take advantage off, and sure enough, there he was, in the middle of jumping the fence to the other side. “Megumi!” She half yelled.

Startled, the young man fell down on the concrete floor, visible pain expressed on his face as he rubbed the sore spot. “Mimiko, what the hell?” She scrunched down, helping him to his feet. “Oh my god, im sorr- Wait were you ditching school?”

He blinked a faint hint of a blush on his left cheek as he turned to his side to brush the dust that got on his clothing from the fall.

“I knew it! This is perfect!” She said excitedly which only made him frown. “I want you to take me with you.”

He stood up straight, the height difference very visible considering he had to look sightly down on her. “You want to skip class? Why?”

It was her time to blush.

If only she had found one of her sisters, but neither of them was around neither picking up her calls or answering text, she barely even had a hold of Megumi as it is but.. She couldn't just tell him why she wanted to leave.. It was rather embarrassing.

It took her to long ending up him crossing his arms. “If you don't even have a good enough of an excuse then you should stay,”

“Oh really, and may I ask what's your excuse?”

He shrugged. “I'm bored.”

She gaped at him. “What!? And THAT is a good excuse?!

He ignored her, starting to climb the fence again. “Yup at least for someone who is not failing their classes unlike someone, so yeah, you are stuck here.”

“Ugh, wait!” She fidgeted a bit, her face even more red than before. “If.. If i tell you, will you let me go with you?”

He didnt say anything and so, she took a deep breath and just turned around, giving her back to him without a word.

“I dont get it..?” He looked at her back puzzled by her embarrassment but all he saw was her standing there awkwardly in her uniform-

Oh.

And then he noticed the big spot of blood on her skirt.

Now he understood why she wanted to leave.

Seconds passed as she heard the rattle of metal from the fence indicating that her brother had moved. ‘Gods had he left her there without saying word after seeing it??’ She could feel her emotions all over the place just accumulating enough to feel like crying.

This is was such a horrible day, she was hungry and in pain and the minute she realized her first ever period had arrived in school grounds… She wanted to die.

Sniffling back her tears she prepared to be humiliated throughout the day as she stepped forward only to be surprised by Megumi standing behind her, his arms moving around her to tie his jacket around her waist to cover her up.

“No wait, its gonna get dirty.” She tried advising him but he just continued to wrap it around her.

“Dont worry about it, I can wash it,” Finishing the task he looked at the fence. “Now lets go before we get caught, do you need me to carry you on my back or you think you can climb it?”

Mimiko sobbed for a moment before hugging him. “Aah thank you!!” She was so happy and relieved he was taking her out of there.

Megumi was never one for physical things but he felt an unusual ease around his siblings.. At least those times where they weren’t nt being loud and obnoxious like his parents. Sometimes they were too much to handle.

Nonetheless, he loved them… Not that he would ever say it out loud or he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

He patted her head and turned over to bend a bit and carry her on his back to jump the fence with her, now, on the other side he made her follow him to his car that was parked outside and decided to drive both of them home.

A few hours later and a long hot shower, Mimiko was in her pijamas feeling much more relaxed, bumping into Megumi in the hall way she moved the towel from around her head, thanking him again for bringing her home.

“Sure, by the way while you were in the shower I went to the store to buy you some things.” He headed down the stairs as she cocked her head momentarily to the side, curious as to what he could be referring to.

Following him into the living room there was a grocery bag waiting for her, it had a few necessities like pads from different sizes, chocolates and some chips and what looked like a plushie.

He rubbed the back of his neck as he stared at the floor. “I didnt know how your flow worked so i bought some different pads and I saw Tsumiki use that plush thing that our dad bought her, it has like a bag of water that you heat up for a minute and use it for the pain, its not hard, here ill show you how to use it.”

Mimiko hated her period, she always saw how her sisters got so emotional over the dumbest of things and she would always make fun of them over it not understanding what the deal was until now because here she was looking at her big brother helping her out with the most embarrassing time of the month like an expert while she had totally been lost on what to do and just wanting to die in a hole.

Plushie heated up and both sitting in the couch, she decided to stay with her brother and bond a little more over this mess, sharing her chips she asked him if he wanted to watch one of those serial killer documentaries he enjoyed so much.

He arched an eyebrow. “Arent you scared of those?”

She was, but she felt safe in his company so she didn’t mind, plus, if memory serves her right, her and Nanako had suffered from nightmares for a period of time and besides their parents, she remembers a young megumi sneaking in to sleep in between them and reassuring them that if a monster came he will be dealing with it personally.

And looking at him, knowing how he always keeps his distance from them but is always there for all 3 of them, even if those ‘’monsters’ look kind of different in their current lives, he will always be that big brother who will stick his neck to chase it away.

“What do you think, should we ground them for skipping school?” Suguru asked from the entrance of the living room, next to him and smiling as well at the scene in front of them was Satoru, his hand reaching for his phone.

“Maybe another time, Tsumiki had texted me in a frenzy how her sister was having a situation at school and for the looks of it I guess Megumi took care of it.” Both adults had entered the room to clean some of the mess on the table, both teens fast asleep next to each other on the couch.

Suguru reached for a blanket to place over both of them, chuckling at the small snores coming from the boy and the little droll rolling down the girls mouth.

“Who would have thought, we are nailing this parenting thing, now smile before they wake up!” Satoru took a quick selfie, another family picture for his collection on the fridge, his hand extended to make a peace sign as Suguru was in the back behind the couch smiling wide with his arms extended around both kids.

They didn’t know what was funnier, the first picture catching them off guard or the second selfie where Megumi and his sister woke up just in time for one to look annoyed and the other one lost still with drool while one adult panicked and the other laughed.

Either way, both were found printed and stuck to the fridge the next day with the rest of the pictures.

#satoru gojo #satoru x suguru #suguru geto #mimiko and nanako #hasaba mimiko #megumi fushiguro #family au #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #stsg #fanfic #modern au

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eternal-armin · 2 years

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okay i spent the last two hours and a half hours calculating something i always wondered. and since i spent two hours on it, i need to share it.

so in the beginning of The Princess and The Frog (disney 2009), we see a bunch of cans filled with coins and bills that tiana's using to save up. and i always wondered just... how much??? how much was there???? so after legit years of occasionally thinking about it, i'm gonna answer my own question.

now i'm nowhere near a mathematician. i don't really like it when it's school, but doing it out of my own interest is fun. what im saying is my calculations probably aren't correct. but i did this for the heck of it and i still wanna share it.

the first question to ask is: how big is one of those cans?

i was able to find this screenshot which contains not only the brand name of the containers, but the number she has, which is 10.

so i looked up the brand, and found a vintage label from ebay, which was 10 inches wide and 8.25 inches tall. comparing it generally to the size of tiana's hands, it seemed to be close enough to work with.

i turned those measurements into a volume calculator for a cylinder (πr^2h) and got 647.95 inches cubed. which is [converting it to grams] 10,617 grams, or almost 24 pounds, for one can.

now it was on to calculating the coins. for simplicity, i made a little chart.

so there's definitely a lot these grams have to fill. at first i was going to do one can but that was pointless.

assuming that there's an equal amount of weight taken up by each coin [not an equal amount of each coin], it's time to figure out how much of each coin there is.

dividing the total amount of weight, 106,170 grams [10,617 grams x 10 cans], by six types of coins, these were the results.

106,170 ÷ 6 = 17,695

why did i include the total weight? because there was extra.

of course you can't get an even number when dividing something by 2.268. and the amount left over in the weight category was 25.46 grams.

so obviously coins weren't the only things in those cans. since a dollar bill goes for about a gram, i left the last 25 grams to those. the remainder doesn't allow for any coins to be added.

so all in all, with an approximated 23,616 coins and 25 dollar bills, tiana's savings in those bissman coffee tins comes out to 3,202 dollars and 14 cents in modern money, and with an accumulative inflation rate of 1,305.74%, tiana has the equivalent of

$51,458.39 IN THE YEAR OF 1925.

THIS IS MY LIFE WORK AND THIS IS WHAT I AMOUNT TO, EVERYONE. I AM SO TIRED.

anyway. i finally know. i finally know. and the year 1925 is because the movie takes place in the mid-1920s, but i don't know what year exactly. @atomicrobin3 this is what happens when i have free time 💗💗

#princess and the frog #disney #disney movies #oh my gosh im never touching my calculator again #maam pls #i feel like a part of my soul has been completed #its the 23000 coins for me

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crymeariveronceagain · 2 years

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This is a weird request and has nothing to do with Kotlc or really any books, but....what advice do you have? Like do you have any advice for anyone struggling right now, or just cool advice in general? Like, idk if you have a sister or anything, but to you did, what would you tell her if she was upset?

Sorry this is so awful and weird and you don't have to answer if you don't want to I just really need some sort of closure and I'm probably being really annoying so feel free to ignore my stupid rambles haha-

okay PSA: you are allowed to exist and ask things about life and stuff!!! everyone!!! I'm probably not going to think it's weird!!!! And if I do, I'm not gonna answer it!!! Do not apologize! I love you!!! My asks are wide open and you are welcome to send me something!!! If it's something like this I'll probably get around to them fairly quickly!

Anyways, on to your real question.

My advice for life in general.... Hmm.

Okay. First. If you feel like you're the secondary friend, that's bad. Pay attention to that feeling. Is it consistent? What triggers it? If it's consistent and someone in specific triggers it. You don't just feel like that. You are the secondary friend. You deserve more than that.

Second. Find people who don't agree with you for the sake of agreeing. Find people who challenge your thoughts, who are willing to argue politics, religion, philosophy, theory, practice. Find people who are willing to stay by your side through disagreement. Find those people. You shouldn't have to walk on eggshells around your friends. Never be afraid of being yourself around others. If they don't like you then screw 'em.

Third. Not everything that feels good for you is good. Some of that shit is BAD. The world is full of BAD DEALS. Not everything that feels like love is love. Not everything that feels like joy is joy. Not everything that seems good stays good in the light.

Fourth. The grind culture is a lie. Money is a means, not an end. You want money because the world told you that having money was the be-all-end-all. It's not. Why do we accumulate money? To buy stuff. Why? To make us happy. Screw that. Money is just numbers. It doesn't mean anything.

Fifth, if it's true love, it won't hurt that much. If you're crying yourself to sleep, that's not good. There are some people worth crying for, but there are plenty of others who are not. If you're asking yourself "WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH?" then. That's what we call a red flag. Watch out.

Sixth. The Media. Lies. Fact check everything they tell you. I don't care who it is. Trust no one on a television screen blindly. They do not deserve your trust anymore. They are all propaganda machines made to influence, fearmonger, and harm your mental health. Push comes to shove, they do not care about you. They want you to come back. They will plant lies in your head and leave you wanting more. They are selling their news stories. If they make you feel bad enough, you'll come back for more. I don't care if it's left or right leaning, supposedly middle ground, whatever. No. It's all biased. Every single news outlet. Do your own fact checking, and at the end of the day, trust your own research over what other people tell you and stand by it.

Now, as for when you're feeling crappy and alone. Here's what I got.

You are not as alone as you think you are. Wanna know why? Thousands of people are clinically diagnosed with depression. Thousands with anxiety. Thousands with bipolar. Thousands with manic depressive. Thousands with paranoia.

Now, that's just the people who are diagnosed.

So many people are having horrible nights tonight. So many people are having awful days. There are so many people looking out at the moon and wonder if anyone else is feeling as lonely as they are, if the world is just as cold for anyone else.

The human experience is universal. But it makes you feel alone.

You're not.

You are aching, hurting, broken.

But so is everyone else. This is not the end goal, but you are not the only one.

You are not alone.

There's millions of people feeling the same way you are.

As to the sister.

I have a very emotional one. A lot younger than me.

Here's what I'd say.

Don't hate yourself for what you can't control. Don't waste time on people and things that don't waste time on you. No one's watching when you mess up, no one's upset when you screw up. Don't worry about what the world thinks of you. They don't know you anyway. You're worth so much more than what other people think of you, or what you imagine other people think. I love you, I don't think you've ruined anything, and you're doing your best. It's going to be okay. Whether you want it to be or not, you've got no say and no choice. You're going to be alright. So take a deep breath, set down what won't stop getting screwed up, and walk away. It will still be there when you come back and it will be better once you've breathed.

anyways.

Hope this mess helped.

I love you. <3

#not fandom content #thanks for the ask!#have a good night!#you are loved!!!#advice #life advice #so much advice #holy crap #im only 18 how is all this stored in my brain #life advice for when you feel bad #good advice #maybe #we'll see #love you dear anon

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dastardlydandelion · 2 years

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You're writing Scream Resurrection fanfic? May I ask the plot?

i never expected to get asked this, since most ppl haven't seen scream resurrection??

but, uh, yeah, kinda. yes and no. did u see the grinch/tony the tiger fanfic?

this is like my fanfic equivalent to that. more under the cut bc this got long, my bad. 😅

i might not even finish it, tbh, i've changed it like six times and thus far, it's so bad looking and ugly. i'm not trying to be a downer-- it's just. mm, i've got all the pieces there but i can't bring them together right and it's been bumming me out. but that's not the answer to ur question, okay, anyway, so the wip in question is a crack crossover timeline-what-timeline fic where beth survives the finale and hightails it out to bumfuck nowhere indiana and meets max mayfield bc while i don't watch st, i rly like max. she's just neat. and her mom is hot. and her stepdad is shitty, so here's where we get the plot part. they're both horror fans so they bond over spooky stuff, yada yada, beth sets max up to become her next partner, max plays along just long enough to kill shitty stepdad and then be done with the ghostface junk BUT beth is. beth. so she continues with her own solo killing spree max isn't down with and it accumulates in a horror fan versus horror fan showdown.

annnnnd since i'm utilizing the setting of the st 'verse, i figure there'll be some upside down shenanigans?? i've vaguely planned that out but i haven't gotten far enough in any of my versions of this fic (i've totally scrapped at least 3) to write that part. and idk how well i can even write that part since st mythos is a lil beyond me, but i mean, i do play dbd so i've got a good enough grasp on the demogorgon. and like!!!

if i'm running with the horror fan vs horror fan theme, why not incorporate both of their respective sub-genres, beth's slasher to max's creature feature?

albeit, imho, i wouldn't actually categorize st as a creature feature. i stopped watching it specifically bc i got like, 3 eps in and there was STILL no creature to be seen. demogorgon doesn't show up to the end, ig?? but anyway, even if it's not an outright creature feature, there are defo creature feature elements at my disposal to be exaggerated and indulged in via fanworks.

and get this, all of this is a fic within a fic bc it's part of a collection where i p much just kill off max's shitty stepdad again and again, abcs of death style.

so anyway, it's niche af, it's more of an st fic than a scream: resurrection fic bc it's the st setting (but modern? timelines whomst?? idfk) and max's pov. which...typing this out is funny bc scream is the show that i've actually watched and yet, it's the secondary 'verse incorporated, what even.

i am the only person who is going to read this fic, tbvh. it's pure self-indulgent crossover crack, nothing else. i'll own it, i'm not here for false advertisement.

however, all of that said??

i'm not opposed to writing straight up scream series fic!! i've thought abt writing a crossover between s3 and s1/s2, and also, um. kym/beth hate sex fic (pre beth's ghostface reveal). misc ideas about beth and/or kym kinda bounce around my head erry now and again since they were my faves. i've also thought abt writing piper stuff since she's fun. and i did before, but i only shared it with a couple friends, and would prolly have to polish it up more if i were ever gonna share it outside of that, but that's...not rly the answer to ur question, oof.

wow, this got long. sorry abt that! and ty for the interest even tho the fic is super niche!!

#gosh i rly am the only audience for this #oh well less pressure that way anyway #if it sucks i don't feel as bad #anonymoose #wip #writing #beth (scream)#max mayfield

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starrose17 · 3 years

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Hey, I'm sorry if this comes off as invasive, but I'm legitimately curious...

How did you go from 'not being able to get over the brothers thing' to being super into a wincest ship?

Were you more comfortable with it as time went on, or was it really sudden?

Has it affected your feelings about irl incest?

Also, I've noticed that the content for this ship on your blog has been very horny, but with a lot of the previous ships you've posted on your blog have been more romance centered with the occasional sexy sex post. Is this because of the appeal of a new exciting genre with a twist of the 'forbidden fruit' thing, or do you just think this ship is hotter than the other shippings you have? Perhaps there is just more of better nsfw content of this ship that you like?

This isn't hate mail or bait, I'm a longtime follower and I'm just very curious on how your journey was discovering you're into something this Taboo and how it's affected your feelings of incest overall.

Again I'm very sorry if this came off as invasive or rude. Thank you for your time and if you'd prefer to answer me privately, I can always DM you!

Have a lovely day :3

lol No no that’s fine, but it does make me laugh, in a rather disturbed way, when people ask the question of “has it affected how you feel about incest in real life?”.

The very FACT that anyone has to ask that says more about the askee, than it does about the person they are asking. Do I suddenly want to start fucking my own brother or sister? Of course bloody not! I’m an adult human being who can tell the difference between fantasy and reality and just because i’ve started shipping two fictional brothers, played by actors who are not brothers ,I haven’t suddenly started looking at my brother going ohh yeah I want a piece of that ass (oh god i actually shuddered even typing that).

Those that ask that question give off more of a vibe of panic of “omg i’m gonna start wanna fucking my brother if i start shipping wincest aren’t i omg NO! EVIL! SIN! THESE PEOPLE MUST BE GROSS BECAUSE I’M THINKING THAT I’D WANT TO FUCK MY BROTHER IF I EVEN START THINKING ABOUT WINCEST!”

I mean honestly, the ones who scream in anon “omg you’re so gross you ship wincest you must want to fuck your own siblings” I’m sure are also screaming into the inboxs of, say, Will Graham and Hannibal Lector shippers by saying, “Omg so gross you ship a cannibal you must go home and cut the legs of your family and eat them!”

No? Yeah, well that’s how ridiculous anyone asking if I now want to fuck my own siblings sounds like to everyone else.

Anyway, that answered that part of your Ask. As for whether it was gradual or sudden, it was very sudden, as per the post I did at the time.

As for the content I reblog, I can’t control what’s out there, Supernatural has had 15 years to accumulate all sorts of stuff and what I’m reblogging happens to be what I’m coming across, I honestly haven’t paid the slightest but of attention as to whether or not it’s “sexier” than of the fandoms I’ve posted about before. Perhaps those others fandoms just haven't had sexier posts.

Basically, I don’t think any different about shipping Sam and Dean than I do about any other characters that I have ever shipped in my entire life, there is literally no difference, and I know this is a genuine and polite question and you’re not hating or anything, but I tell you what, having to constantly justify myself to anyone who pops into my Ask about this is really starting to piss me off. And I’ve only been a shipper of them for one month! How people have survived for 15 years I bow to them I really do.

Anyway, I hope that answers what you need.

#wincest #Anonymous

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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years

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The Transporter ~Part Three~ // Spencer Reid x Reader

Sorry this took so long!! I have been so busy with work lately, but here she is.

Word count ~ 2,900+

Hope you guys like it :))

I stepped back through the transporter to be met with an empty room. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It read 10:15, that wasn't *that* late. Christine is probably still awake.

I made my way to her room, which wasn't incredibly far from mine. Her door was cracked open and I could see her laying in bed, reading a book in the semi dim lighting. I knocked lightly, pulling her out of her fictional world of Harry Potter.

"Oh! Y/n, I didn't think you were coming back tonight. How was everything?" She gently set her bookmark in the book, placing it on her nightstand.

I couldn't hold back the smile on my face. It was the coolest day of my life, what could I say?

"It was so amazing Christine! I accidentally set myself right into an investigation that I knew about. I met all of them, and it felt different than I thought I would-"

"Did you talk to Spencer?" She asked, nudging my side. I could feel the blood rush to my face.

"Uh, yes." I smiled, looking down at her star clad comforter. "It was incredibly surreal and I can't wait to go back. It was kind of a funny interaction, the first one. He asked me to profile him, which was obviously easy because I know him like the back of my hand. Well I thought that was gonna be the end of our interaction that day. But I accidentally left my laptop at the Bureau."

"Oh yeah *accidentally*." She smiled, throwing air quotes.

"Shush, it was actually an accident." I giggled. "Anyway, he looked up my address I guess and he brought it to me. It was sweet."

"I guess now he knows where to send flowers." I shook my head with a smile. "Well I'm glad you had fun. I hope everything works out well, don't forget there's an actual case though." She winked.

"Thanks Christine, for everything." I waved as I slinked out of the room and down the hall.

I flopped down onto my bed with a simple grin, quickly falling asleep after my eventful day.

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I slapped my hand over my phone as the alarm began blaring at 9:30. I wanted to fully commit to this whole thing, just like I was in real life. But in reality, I was waking up pretty late, considering I was going to go into their universe at 8:30.

It appeared that Christine was already awake, she was softly knocking at my slightly cracked door.

"Hey sweetie, I take it you wanna head out soon?"

"Yeah! And I'm gonna have to be gone for a couple of days for the case. Get all integrated and such. Is that alright?"

"Yeah of course! Just document some experiences, or anything that seems weird or off about their universe." Chris left the room, shutting my door with a light thud.

I slipped on a white button up, putting a maroon sweater over it to add my own little touch. I looked in the mirror to make sure my dress pants were fitting me correctly and stepped into my two inch black heels.

Since I would be gone for a few days, I grabbed a suitcase plus my go-bag that I had already had from my time interning. The navy blue bag was slung over my shoulder as I walked out my door, immediately bumping into someone. I looked up to see who I remembered as Violet Glynn, who went into the Zombieland Universe.

"Sorry, Violet, right?" I shook her hand. "How's your universe going? I've always loved that movie. Please tell me Columbus is just as sweet and endearing as he is in the actual film?"

I could see her eyes light up with glee, clearly she hadn't had anyone to fangirl properly to, I could tell she was about to explode with information.

"Yes! He is incredibly kind. Talahassee is already trying to dad me, Little Rock and I are already pretty good friends but Witchita is still kinda weary of me, which is understandable. I talked to Ryan, and he said I can only change a few major things so one I chose to do was to keep Columbus from killing Bill Murray. Bill is so fun to live with so far! I just - I am totally talking about myself for too long. How is everything going for you?" I offered her a kind smile of reassurance.

"It's completely fine, I get your excitement. It's really cool, kinda different from the real job I was working. Maybe that's because I'm permanently gawking at one of my coworkers." We both laughed for a moment. "But I'm gonna be gone with him for like 3 days straight so, I guess I'm gonna have to figure something out. When I come back we should talk more." Violet nodded enthusiastically and waved as we walked to our Transporter rooms.

"Of course! See you in a few days."

I could hear Christine's heels clicking not far behind me as I began typing in the date and time.

*February 12th, 8:30 am. 2009*

"Good luck, I will see you in a few days time, yeah?"

"Yep!" I shoved my 'Come back device' in my go-bag and turned on it's much larger counterpart, nodding at Chris as I stepped in.

I was immediately greeted by my apartments bedroom, I could hear my phone buzzing on my side table. I lifted it to see a text from a certain favorite person of mine, and she didn't even know me yet.

*Penelope G*

*Hey sweets! The plane will be ready to be boarded at 9:15. The team is meeting at the BAU first for a carpool, so be there or be square! Have a good time on your first mission, from what I've seen, you're pretty amazing. :)*

I held back a small smile from my lips, this world is just as good as I always wanted it to be.

*Thank you M'lady. I've heard amazing things about you. I hope we can gossip sometime! ;)*

I sent the text and slipped my phone into my back pocket. I chucked a piece of toast in the toaster, quickly spreading peanut butter on it and checking my watch.

*8:45*

I began my walk to the BAU, probably looking extremely weird walking down the street in work attire and a piece of toast slathered with peanut butter. But I was pretty content, continuing to eat it as I reached the doors of my favorite place.

I brushed my hands together to rid of the many crumbs that had accumulated there, seeing JJ and Penelope talking at Jennifer's desk.

"Y/n! Come over here." Penelope waved me over, I pulled at the sleeves of my sweater as I walked over as confidently as possible. "Are you ready for your first case?" She leaned in a little, clearly trying to search my face for a quicker answer.

"Yeah, I think I'm pretty ready. I've done this kinda stuff before but, I'm way more nervous about this."

"I wouldn't worry to much about. I think you already impressed Hotch and Spencer, you read people extremely well. Did you seriously gather all that stuff from Reid just by knowing him for a few minutes?" JJ was clearly now invested.

"Well, yeah. He's relatively easy to read, as long as you're paying attention." JJ nodded with a smirk.

"Well, you certainly made a good first impression, you honestly sound a lot like Reid, maybe you can..." I watched as she peered behind me, her words trailing off. Her eyes darted back and forth between me and whatever was happening behind me. I whipped my head around to see Spencer walking in, he was distracted my a book, which made me smile. But that smile quickly faded as I scanned my eyes over his outfit.

He was wearing a white button up with a black tie and a maroon vest over it with black dress pants. Sound familiar? All but the black tie.

"Maybe you are even more like Reid than I thought." JJ smirked at me. All the blood had run to my face and my feet felt bolted to the ground. Why this? Why on my first official day? I could hear Garcia holding back a laugh behind me.

"This is adorable I'm sorry." She said, giggling a little.

Spencer finally looked up from his book, hearing Penelope laughing. He furrowed his eyebrows, squinting a bit. Probably wondering why I looked like a deer in headlights. He looked down at himself.

Then back up at me.

Then down at himself again.

He just smiled at me and closed his book all the way, adjusting the go-bag he held on his shoulder. I nearly dropped mine.

"What just happened?" Penelope nudged my shoulder. I shrugged and shook my head.

This was clearly going to be quite the day.

I ended up carpooling with JJ, Morgan and Reid. JJ and I sat in the back while Morgan drove, Spencer spitting facts to him about cars and traffic.

"Well, according to the DC Department of Motor Vehicles, there are almost 450,000 active drivers registered in the District. However, millions more drivers commute to DC from neighboring communities in Maryland and Virginia. D.C. is also host to millions of tourists from around the world. In 2014, more than 20 million people visited D.C., many of them renting a car or driving their own vehicle to visit." He rambled.

"Reid, all I said was there was a lot of traffic today."

"I mean he's right though." I piped in. Spence looked back at me with confused eyes. "Washington D.C. is also home to some of the worst traffic in the country. Analysts estimate that the average driver will spend 7 hours a year in traffic, wasting 6 gallons of gas. However, for D.C. drivers, one estimate found the average driver is spending 67 hours a year in traffic, wasting 32 gallons of gas while sitting in traffic." I think hearing him so much on the show, made me a little bit like him in some ways, my friends always rolled their eyes at me whenever I rambled. The only real one who listens is my uncle. He had turned around, but I could tell he was smiling.

Success.

"Good lord there's two of them."

I'll take that as a compliment.

We boarded the plane and I decided on a window seat, leaning my head up against the cold glass. My hand was unknowingly gripping the armrest a little too tightly.

"Are you a nervous flier?" I would obviously know that voice from anywhere, but right now it was coming from right across from me. I leaned my head back on the headrest.

"Not necessarily, I've flown quite a few times. I've just never been in a jet."

"The key difference between jets and propeller planes is that jets produce thrust through the discharge of gas instead of powering a drive shaft linked to a propeller. This allows jets to fly faster and at higher altitudes." He loosened his tie a little. "So I wouldn't worry too much, it feels about the same."

"Well thank you."

It was silent for a bit, but once we were in the sky we began talking about the case. Emily was talking about how she wants to be cremated because being buried was gross and weird.

"I actually agree with you. I think cremation is more personal too, I want someone to sprinkle my ashes somewhere. Not have to visit my grave and waste money on flowers every year."

Me and Emily got into that conversation as the rest of the team slowly started to do their own things. Spencer was back to reading his book, one page every 5 seconds. He peered over his book for a moment, but only a moment.

"I like your outfit by the way." He mumbled, still focused on his book, he lowered it a bit. I could see a smirk creeping onto his features. My ears began burning as the blood rushed to them.

"Thanks." I really wanted to say more to him, but it felt like my jaw was wired shut.

Morgan was not so discreetly looking over at us with eyebrows raised. But I kept my eyes out the window.

We landed about 2 hours later. I had kept myself occupied by writing down everything that just happened, so I wouldn't forget, and for Christine.

"Morgan, Reid, y/l/n, you go with the police search party and find what you can. Prentiss and I will talk to their chief. Rossi and JJ, set us up in the station."

Once we were there, we were put on a search party with the police, they quickly found the body of another woman covered in mud and holding a cross necklace. We were bringing the evidence back to the station with the others. On the way back, Spencer was telling me about the history of gold cross necklaces. I could practically hear Morgan rolling his eyes the whole time, but I just loved hearing him talk.

Once we were there, Rossi showed his blatant coldness towards the psychic that was telling a scared mother that her daughter was okay. Hotch began sending us off again, and we were off to see the bodies.

Days here moved so fast.

Once we arrived I stared at the body on the table. I lightly touched her arm, cold as ice. Seeing these body through the screen was one thing, but knowing these are real people, it's even more sad. Of course I had seen many bodies in my time, but the thought that this wasn't fictional anymore made my stomach churn a little.

"I found trace amounts of seamen, but there is no sign of sexual assault."

"Are you saying this was consensual?" Spencer tilted his head a bit. No no sweet child.

"She's saying it's happening post-mortem." I said, looking down a little. Morgan nodded and Reids face scrunched. This poor woman.

I knew I couldn't change much, because that could royally screw some stuff up, si throughout the whole thing I decided I would change things little by little to move it along faster. What I did this time was make it so we didn't waste time and interrogate the random man who was accused of being a necrophiliac, because his timeline wouldn't match up.

We made it to the house just a smidge earlier, Brooke was found on the operating table in the abandoned home, completely fine.

The days had become exhausting, as soon as we got on the jet I sat in the same seat, dropping my bag down and grabbing a small pillow out of it. I set the pillow against the window and drifted off to sleep fast.

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I woke up to JJ shaking my shoulder, opening my eyes to see a blanket that read *e=mc²* all over it.

"What is this?"

"Oh, I believe Spence put that on you while you were asleep. You were shivering and he happened to have it in his go-bag I guess." She shrugged. "Everyone is heading home, so you want a ride?"

"That would be amazing, thank you."

"No problem."

It was only 5 pm, and Christine wouldn't be expecting me back until tomorrow. So I decided I was gonna get some stuff done with my time, more specifically one big thing.

I grabbed the wad of money that Chris had given me and waved down a taxi. I had them take me to the nearest car dealership. I made a hasty decision and bought a 2007 Mini Cooper. Now I could do what I really wanted.

I looked up Spencer's address and grabbed his blanket, which I had neatly folded and threw on my coffee table. He appeared to live around 15 minutes away by car.

Once I was there, nerves had set in, but I ignored them as I reached the door and knocked 3 times.

I heard a faint "Coming!" From the other side of the dark oak door. He answered with his phone propped up on his shoulder, talking to someone.

"Sorry Mom, I gotta go, love you." He hung up and pulled his phone from his ear. "Hey, what are you doing here."

I presented his blanket to him.

"I figured I would return the favor of you bringing me my laptop by bringing you your blanket." I flopped it into his outstretched arms.

"We have got to stop meeting like this." He smiled, bringing the blanket to his chest. "Would you like to come in?" He brought his hand to the collar of his shirt, attempting to loosen the strain it clearly had on his neck. "I just made a pot of coffee. And since you're just about the only one who actually listens to my ridiculous amount of rambling, I figured we could ramble together? I mean I don't know you very well and I honestly want to be the first to befriend you, you're very intriguingly different. Not in any kind of bad way I just-" His face was slowly getting more red and I could see that his grip on the poor blanket was almost white knuckle.

"I would love to." I stepped into his apartment with a sigh.

Was this a dream?

Maybe.

If so, I wanna be asleep *forever*.

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peachyteabuck · 3 years

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Hi, it's me again. I gave up on homework and now I'm writing to ask you about why I feel Big Sad all the time because I can't see my friends and family.

This might be related (or not) but can this constant state of sad make you feel sick? Because I feel like crap, all the time.

Anyway, love you. Thanks for letting me ramble.

hell fuckin yeah i can

so, this is a TLDR on the evolutions of humans and pack animals in general, but stick with me here.

humans did not evolve to be creatures that lived alone/in solitude; never in human history will you find someone who lived a happy and fulfilling life and did so while living alone, even people who “lived in the mountains alone for their entire lives”, learned their way of life from other people who taught them how to live/what to do to survive. knowledge is accumulated thru generations and generations of people living off the land, making their own shit, etcetc.

humans are made to be around other people. it’s how we literally survive.

so when we’re ripped from our support systems, especially ones we’ve built, it has super negative effects on our health, both physically and mentally (see: broken heart syndrome and all other negative effects of stress).

like, you know how kittens weaned too early from their mothers have negative health effects? that’s not non-human animal specific. we see it in people who grew up without stable, accepting homes.

and, we’re seeing it with people right now. let’s say you built this dope ass support system. you struggle, but you have your needs taken care of, and you have hope for the future. but you’re suddenly ripped from them because of a preventable global pandemic, that draws on indefinitely.

that’s gonna have some, uh, negative health effects (sorry i keep using that phrase, i can’t find another one), including depression - which is what you’re feeling now.

also - i’m putting this down now - i bet in 10, 15, 20 years there’s gonna be a study on babies conceived/porn during this time. we do the same thing with famines, war, and we did it with 9/11, and i bet you’re going to see increased risk of heart disease and other stress-related illness, because that’s passed from pregnant parent to child.

so yeah. theres ur answer. it’s because there’s a pandemic and humans are social creatures. also fuck trump xoxo

#answered #caro tag #sometimes i can break out my education #only occasionally tho #lovelycarose

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5-falsehoods-phonated · 4 years

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Overgrown Metal

Chapter 2: Camping

Summary of fic:

Almost two decades ago, the fae rose up from beyond the realm with technology far surpassing the human race, quickly taking over after laying waste to nearly everything in their wake. Virgil and Roman, Society escapees and hunters, run into an uncertain future while fleeing from their pasts. Remy and Remus stare their only chance straight in the face as they teeter on the edge of reluctant adventure. Emile is left his cousins engineering palace and is given the tools to change the world. Logan, a lone researcher and outcast is found by an old friend who offers him a chance of the century. Hyden (deciet), can shift into anything he so chooses, but staying true to his form as his heritage slaps him sideways proves harder than he thought. Patton mourns the loss of his son as he slowly uncovers secrets he wishes aren't related.

Or less wordy:

Eight idiots with trust issues fumble around each other and try to save the world from killer mechanical beasts and fairies that will snap your neck without taking their hands from their wine glasses.

Warnings: Violence, fight scenes, dark fantasy, apocalypse setting, some gore, blood

TW for this chapter: spiraling thoughts, mentions of anxiety. If you see more you want mentioned, please say something.

Ships: Remy (sleep) x Remus. Brotherly Roman and Virgil. Platonic Logan and Hyden (Deciet)

Wrapping his cloak tighter around himself, the young man grumbled quietly to himself as he scooted closer to the small fire. Two cans of mini raviolis sat nearby, cracked open slightly and heating up just a foot away from the flames. He let out a quiet curse as his stomach grumbled loudly, making more noise in a couple seconds than he had in a week.

'What the hell is taking you so long?' he thought at his still absent companion. The water of the nearby river was freezing, it shouldn't be taking this long to clean. He would had heard if the other was attacked. Even if the attacker was silent Roman typically wasn't, their overly dramatic battle cries carrying over fields if they so chose them too. Maybe they fell in? Again, he would have heard the yell...unless the shock from the cold rendered them nonverbal. Or something had dragged them in. Maybe while cleaning off their weapons their hand had slipped and they had sliced themself open and was currently bleeding out and he wouldn't know because he was being too stubborn to leave the warmth of the fire. What if they fell and cracked their head open on a rock? What if-

Cruching footsteps interrupting his racing thoughts and he breathed a quiet sigh of relief. While he was getting better at not having to check on Roman every few minutes to make sure they were still around, it didn't stop his thoughts from quickly spiraling when the thought of him being alone again filled his head. Roman plopped down beside him having deposited their pack with their other belongings nearby, leaning forward to carefully take the cans away from the fire and depositing one in front of each of them before procuring spoons from God-knows-where but he was hungry so it didn't matter.

He growled low as he snatched the utensil, ripping the lid the rest of the way off and shoveling the ravioli with essence of tin in his mouth regardless of the heat.

"Slow down, dark and stormy gremlin, you're gonna choke!" He didn't even spare a glance at the scandalized face as the last of the sauce was scraped up and eaten in less than a minute.

"Was hungry." He mumbled out, hands disappearing back into the cloak as he burrowed further into its warmth.

The other eyed him fondly. "Honestly, Virgil I can't take you anywhere. I get a spot at the nicest pasta joint in town and this is how you behave? I really can't take you anywhere."

They frowned as they only recieved a soft huff in response. "Are you alright? I'm sorry I was gone for so long, that oil takes a while to work out in cold water."

Virgil shook his head. "....that."

Catching only half the mumble, Roman set their own empty can down and scooted closer. "Can I ask you to repeat that or is it a signing day?"

Virgil squeezed himself tighter in the fabric and lifted his head up towards the other. Roman's eyes shone with concern even in the dim light of their small campfire, the effect only slightly ruined by the dark curls drying in the humid air making them puff out in a fluffy halo around their head. The image made him smile lightly and duck his head back down to suppress his giggles.

"Hairs messy."

He only giggled harder at the offended gasp. "I'm offering you a damn heart to heart here and I get insulted!" Roman grimaced as they felt what state their hair was in, ruing their days as a traveler if only for the fact that hairstyles were rendered useless on an adventure. They were still bitter over The Great Hairspray Debacle of 2015, having to give the space up in their pack for "actual necessary supplies, Roman".

Virgils laughter died down as the nervous feeling began to creep back into his thoughts. Roman noticed the sobering mood and sat back slightly, willing to wait for the young nervous wreck to gather his thoughts.

"Town's coming up."

Roman nodded. They knew there was a town with an underground market a few days travel away from the last time they had come through this way. They hadn't had time to stop before, but this time around they needed to empty out their packs of the items that had been piling up for a few weeks now and their supplies were getting low enough that they would have needed to stop to stock up anyway. They gestured for Virgil to continue even though they knew what the source of anxiety was going to be.

"What if..." Virgil growled in frustration as the words stuck in his throat, the rolling anxiety in his stomach and mind making him struggle to not shut down. Long, pale fingers twisted and bunched the fabric around him until with a frustrated huff they darted out and flipped out a quick gesture.

"Recognized?"

Roman nodded in understanding and he sighed in relief. He knew not being able to speak most of the time had to be annoying for his companion but thankfully they never seemed to mind, only waiting patiently for either words to be forced out or hands to jerkedly spell out what little bit of sign language he knew. He made up a lot along the way and most of the time he was able to be understood. With no internet to look up the language, books being a Society priviledge and a general distrust of people making it difficult to ask anyone for lessons, even though they never stayed in one place for long, official sign wasn't something either of them were good at.

"That's why we have the cloaks and hoods and even the masks if we feel like we need them. We're pretty far away though, I doubt anyone we would know would be around." Roman took up a stick and poked around the fire a bit, stirring it as the embers began to die down for the night. "Nothing has ever happened at any of the towns we've been in, and I've heard this one is particularly...underground, so to speak. No one who would recognize us would be caught dead near there. We'll go in, sell our parts, grab supplies and get out. Next stop after that will be that abandoned city-town-place wherever that we heard about a while back. It'll be fine, Anx."

Virgil smiled at the old nickname, something Roman had taken to calling him when he refused to reveal his name the first few months they began traveling together. His shoulders relaxed the tiniest bit as the name ironically released some of the pent up anxiety, fingers releasing the cloak and instead splaying on his ripped black jeans to try and wipe off the accumulated sweat.

They both sat in silence for a while after that, watching the fire die down completely as the late evening faded into complete darkness, the clear sky allowing the stars to be on full display with no threat of light pollution to obscure their giddy twinkling. Crickets chirped quietly in the long grass, fireflies answering back their call with lazy winks of light. Even the river was hushed, water seeming to lap quieter at the shore for fear of breaking the rare tranquility the nearby travelers were soaking in.

With the world this soft and still, Virgil could pretend for a moment that this was merely an extended camping trip. Maybe they were on their summer break and were hiking for the fun of it. Tomorrow they could trek through a forest like it was nothing, sunlight streaming through normal tree branches as untouched wildlife teemed around them. All of their gear and supplies could be innocent in nature, the heaviest thing in their packs could be a small camping stove rather than their extensive collection of foreign trading parts. Their supplies were running low, so they'd soon start heading back the way they came, finding their car and laughing at some dumb play argument they had on the way back while they reloaded everything and climbed in the front, laughter turning to more bickering as they fought over what music they'd listen to first. Roman would drive first since Virgil only had his permit and wouldn't feel comfortable taking the wheel until he recognized the roads they were on. They'd get to Virgils house and it would be coming onto late evening so he'd let Roman stay the night, knowing his dad-

Virgil furiously scrubbed at his eyes, snapping back from his thoughts. His dad wouldn't care of a friend stayed over. He didn't care about anything. He didn't even care when - no. Nope, not tonight. Rubbing absentmindedly at his arms he scooted backwards away from the now dead fire and laid back to watch the sky, Roman following soon after. They didn't say anything as he turned and wrapped himself around the other tightly, for which he was grateful. He smiled as he felt lips touch the top of his head and careful arms lay themselves across his back. Surrounded by safety and warmth it wasn't hard for sleep to find him.

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".....an."

"Come on, Ro....."

"Princey, get up!"

Roman shot up, blinking rapidly to clear the lingering sleep from their eyes and shaking their head to try and whip the tangled curls away. Glaring in response to their brothers shit-eating grin, they settled for flipping him off while they rubbed at their eyes, getting a water bottle thrown at them in retaliation.

"Too early." They mumbled as they fumbled with the lid.

Virgil laughed. "Try again, Sleeping Ugly, it's almost noon. I've had camp packed up for hours now."

Offended at the nickname but grinning nonetheless, they downed half the bottle in one go and dragged their pack over lazily. Virgil was always the early riser in their party of two, despite the late nights he often kept as a sleeping schedule. Roman however, was happy to spend the day hitting the metaphorical snooze button unless they had actual plans. Which, unless another Mech Beast was spotted this close to a town, which was highly unlikely, this was supposed to be a day of resting.

Looking over at the other however, their irritation softened as the ball of anxious energy went from task to already done task trying to keep himself busy. Though it seemed he'd be more talkative today than he had been that didn't mean his nerves weren't soaring to the sky with how close they were to people again. They knew they should both take a break today, but if moving would help...

Mind made up they stood, swinging the pack around to rest on their shoulder and picking up another to carry first for the time being. Different peices of metal and containers holding strange substances clanked together inside, securely wrapped in paper and fabric to prevent them from breaking or getting scratched. They'd make Virgil carry it later on but they figured since they got extra sleep it would only be fair to carry the heavier pack first.

Trying one last time to fix their hair back into a reasonable shape Roman turned towards Virgil with a smile.

"Ready?"

Hoisting up his own pack he nodded and kicked at the already severely scuffed dirt, rising up on his tip toes as he began to walk.

"As I'll ever be."

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This is also available on AO3 if you're interested. I can't promise regular updates but I really like this story so I'll be picking at it for a while.

And we're another chapter in! I didnt think about this before, but if you'd like to be tagged for story updated feel free to ask. If you want to read it on here but can't find the first chapter, search overgrown metal in the tags and it'll come up.

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jpat82 · 5 years

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Blizzard

Me & M’Boys

Evening had set in, and you paced the living room, peeking out the window every so often watching as the snow flurries continued to fall at a heavy and quick rate. Your heart slowly getting heavier and heavier as the minutes ticked by. When Hershel sent out the mass text early this morning you knew it was going to be a long day.

A winter storm had rolled in, and an alert sounded way before the sun even rose for the day. There would be close to 36 inches of snow dropped by midnight, and so Hershel sent out the text to all his farm hands; Rick, Daryl, Carl, Bucky, everyone who worked for him and even Steve. There was a lot that needed to be done to make sure that the farm was ready for the blizzard that would hit.

Both of your boyfriends dress immediately and left before the sun cracked over the horizon. Both promising to be home before night fall, and yet here you were looking out the darkened window pane watching as more snow fell to the ground adding the already deep drifts that piled against the porch.

'Guys, not to be a pest but.. do you know how much longer? If the roads are too bad please don't try to be the idiot super heroes you are, just stay there till morning.' You sent the text to both of them, biting your bottom lip. You tossed another log on the fireplace and settled as well as you could on the couch, pulling the throw blanket from the back. You grabbed your book from the end table and set it into your lap, leaving it in your lap closed as you stared at the window pane, watching as large white flakes floated down to the ground.

——

"Come on Sam!" Bucky yelled, taking large steps through the knee deep snow as the goat bleated, bounding farther away from the barn.

"Bucky!" Steve yelled, stepping outside, covering his eyes slightly as the icy flakes hit him in the face as the wind blew.

"Out here!" Bucky hollered back, turning slight, his voice slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf wrapped tight around his lower face. He could slightly see Steve's silhouette back lit by the barn. He turned back, looking out into the crisp cold night, following the tracks caused by the infuriating creature. "Stupid goat."

"Buck, I can't see you." Steve shouted above the noise, stepping out into the torrent of white. Bucky had followed the animal into the lower pasture, and was farther out there than the light from the barn could touch.

Steve looked around vaguely seeing the other man's heavy boot prints in the quick accumulation of new snow fall. He followed out, his ears picking up on every sound. But the snow itself made a hushing whisper as the wind blew across whipping up flakes that had rest gently on top, creating vortex's of white.

"Bucky!" Steve shouted again as he stopped, the snow stung his face as he stood listening.

A bleat from his left caught his attention, Steve turned and started to trek through the heavy snow. He heard the unmistakable sound of Bucky's muffled voice cursing the animal out, slowly the closer he got he saw Bucky tangling in the barbwire separating the pastures, the tethered rope around the animals neck caught on the sharp wire.

"Jesus Buck." Steve breathed a sigh of relief as he walked over.

"Stupid animal won't come when it's called." Bucky snapped, trying to rip the barbwire that was tangled around his pant leg. He was failing, and his frustration was getting the better of him. At some point the man had pulled his gloves off, and his good hand was bleeding turning the white crimson as he worked to free himself.

"Let me help." Steve said, coming over, he knelt down and pulled his phone out. He ignored the texted from you and turned the flash light on, noticing that the phone was in the red. Slowly he unwrapped the sharp metal from around his boyfriends legs, the goat bleated again, nestling itself down under a low tree branch.

"Oh, I'm going to buy you and turn you into stew Sam!" Bucky glared at the animal that just looked back him briefly before looking away.

"There, you're untangled." Steve stated, grabbing Bucky's glove from the ever growing pile of snow. Bucky scooped up the rope and gave it a gentle tug but the animal refused to move. "How did you get tangled?"

"This idiot decided that he wanted to play hide and seek, I wasn't paying attention." Bucky replied curtly walking over and lifted the goat from its hiding place. "Anyway, found the tree trunk from the dead tree we cut down earlier this year and took a tumble. Next thing I knew is I'm hanging slightly upside down and this asshole licking the snow off my face."

"Awe, He was just checking up on you." Steve chuckled as the reached the barn.

"Not funny, punk." Bucky replied, putting the goat in the pen with the others. He walked over to the light and checked the palm of his hand, it was ripped up and bleeding but would heal.

"Shit, my phone just died, our girl texted us, hows your phone?" Steve sighed, slipping the dead item in his back pocket.

"Phone died earlier, what did her message say?" Bucky asked pulling his pant leg noticing that his thermals were bloody as well.

"Dunno, phone died before I had a chance to read it." Steve told him, noticing that Bucky's leg was also tore up as the other man pulled the thermal up a bit. "Ohh, Buddy, is she gonna be mad at you."

"Like I didn't know that." Bucky sighed as he pushed the fabric back down, he stood fully and looked over at Steve. "So, who's truck? Mines got crap tires and yours has shit for brakes."

"Coin toss?" Steve shrugged as they both stepped back out into the cold night, walking toward where both trucks were parked. "Cause she's going to be mad either way, we are way later then promised."

"Rather have brakes then tires." Bucky stated walking over towards his truck, pulling the door open, it creaked in protest. Steve nodded climbing the passenger side.

——

The house was dark when you woke, a soft glow from the embers in the fire place was your only light. Some point you had dozed off and the power went out, you knew the tree had been on when you dozed off. That was unless Bucky got home, he would of let you sleep rather then wake you. You reached out and grabbed your cell phone, the only text was from mom asking if you had power.

You pulled the throw blanket off your lap and shivered as you walked over to the fire place and tossed another log on. You poked around getting the fire going again to heat the room, the light reflecting off on glass ornaments. You looked over to the door and noticed that Steve and Bucky's coats were still missing, causing your heart to sink further. Your eyes drifted to the clock on the wall, it was midnight, officially Christmas.

A tear slowly streaked down your cheek as you settled yourself on the rug by the fire place. Crossing your fingers that they would be okay. You heard the front door unlock, and you sprang from your spot, dashing across the living room as the door opened and shut.

"What happened to the.." was all Steve got out before you crashed into him and Bucky.

"You're both okay." You sighed, the cold still lingering on them but you didn't care as you gave them both a kiss.

"Doll, were you crying?" Bucky asked, tilting your face better so he could see.

"Yes, I thought something bad happened. Neither of you answered my texts." You explained, looking up into the those deep blues.

"Both of our phone are dead." Bucky smiled softly, giving you another kiss. You pealed yourself away from them so they could take their coats off.

Both men went up stairs to change for the night before coming back down stairs. Bucky showed you his leg after Steve ratted him out and his hand. You bandaged him up knowing he would be healed by day break. Steve slid back on the couch and Bucky laid partially against him so you snuggle against both of them, your favorite place to be. The house fell quiet as the three of you laid there, suddenly the lights on the tree flickered on, cascading you three in color.

Steve sighed contently, his arms wrapped over both of your shoulders as you held Bucky's hand over Steve's chest. Snow continued to pelt the world outside your garland wrapped windows, blanketing everything in a cold crisp white but for you, this is where you want to be. Snuggled up, wrapped warmly with you and your boys.

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inflagranteinnuendo · 6 years

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Hi, I'm slowly dying over my senior thesis paper (that's due in like 2 days and I'm ready to scream) and I started thinking: how would each of the boys help (or "help" because they're wonderful sexy, smug distractions) with a S/O who was hella stressed over a school or work assignment?

THREESOME THREESOME THREESOME!!!

hi as a christine on a friday i feel this in my soul so much that it bled all over into my dreams last night. tbh i blame @adacarisi for all her talks of pillars (of criminal justice) and good lays (chips) anyways so here we go

It was 7pm on a friday, and you were being bent over and fucked in every possible way on the dining table,

by a massive, massive column of accumulated homework, but you were too busy highlighting another passage of your textbook to voice a complain.

It was your fault for not having done your readings all week; you had to read, and so you read, on a friday fucking night, every word a stab in the eye and a stab at the storage bin of your patience.

Across the dining table, Rafael was quietly humming as he wrote notes on the margin of his notes to summarize his summaries, and Sonny was quiet and still at his side, his nose in a massive tome.

“… via connections of the tractus solitarius to the nucleus ambiguus and … to the caudal ventrolateral medulla… and from –to the rostral ventrolateral medulla… what the actual hell.”

Both of their heads shot up at your hysterical pronouncement, and you almost laughed at the twin frowns that marred their faces. But your laugh took a sharp left at the back of your throat and turned into a dry, strangled sob.

Mortified by the sound you had just made in frustration, you dropped your highlighter like a hot potato and pressed the heels of your hands into your eyeballs, muttering a small apology for disturbing their work. Alarmed, Rafael shot up and rounded the table, pen still between his fingers. Half-rising from his seat hesitatingly, Sonny watched him approach you with sharp eyes.

“You ok?” Rafael asked, gently sweeping back the curtain of your hair so to take in the state of you before he leaned over with hands on your shoulders. “You’ve been at it since before I came back. You can probably use a break.”

Your shoulders heaved under the weight of his hands. “Fuck me,” you whined, throwing your head back toward the ceiling.

A pause,

Rafael’s hands tightened on your shoulders, bunching up the back of your thin dress.

Oh, fuck.

Realizing what you had just said, the way you had just said it, and where you were, you froze.

Oh, fuck.

Rafael Barba had made it clear to you early on in your relationship that he did not tolerate swearing inside su casa, for whatever reason –you and Sonny never questioned him about it and abided by his cardinal rule strictly, unwilling to test his hot cuban temper, even on lazy weekends.

Fuck. Fuck.

Sonny’s eyes met yours, and you silently begged him to say something to break the silence you instigated with your faux-pas, but instead, his eyes were full of laughter, with a pinch of you brought this upon yourself and five whole ounces of i ain’t helping you out of this one. Thank you, Sonny, for your support.

“What did you just say?” Rafael breathed lowly, calmly, his face so close to yours that you felt the soft brush of his lips against your temple, and the hot brush of his exhale against your cheekbone.

You shivered, closing your eyes in a mix of dread, in anticipation of his chastisement for the sin you’ve just committed under his roof– and embarrassment, for the sudden flash of heat that had coursed through you at the sound of his voice.

And both men had seen your little flush of arousal.

You caught them exchange a charged glance, and then within a fraction of a second, the atmosphere of the room shifted.

“I asked you a question.” Rafael held your hair back with one hand and held the back of your neck with the other, gently tilting your head up toward him. You met his green eyes with no small amount of trepidation.

In your peripheral vision, Sonny slowly stood, undoing his dress shirt’s cuffs as he started rounding the table, his eyes intently on you.

So was this how it was going to be? Two on one, because you had let it slip just the once? “I said,” you drawl, pushing your textbook away from you carelessly and leaning back against your chair, “Fuck me.”

Sonny leaned a hip against the edge of the table, right by your shoulder, and leaned into your headspace to look down at you critically. “No apologies? Don’t think that Rafael here doesn’t appreciate those dirty words on your pretty lips, doll. But we both know he made it crystal clear that those words don’t leave the bedroom.”

You swung your eyes back toward Rafael defiantly. “You want an apology?”

He, too, leaned in, crowding you. Was this what perpetrators felt in the interrogation room as they sat at the table, while a seasoned ADA and a Manhattan detective played bad lawyer & bad cop in a game of barely lawful intimidation?

It was thrilling.

But maybe you only felt so because you have had both of these men inside you, and a pussy full of the cum Sonny had fucked into you earlier, before Rafael came back home.

As you docilely sat there, at the dinner table Rafael owned, on the chair Rafael owned, you involuntarily clenched down on Sonny’s leftovers, eagerly waiting on Rafael’s answer.

“I want a retraction and a statement of remorse.” Ah, Rafael. Forever the lawyer.

“Or else what?” You snickered. “You’re gonna prosecute me to the full extend of the law?”

At your words, his pupils dilated.

You watched as Rafael looked to Sonny for a beat. “Do it,” he said lowly, undoing his tie with deft fingers before handing it to his partner.

Before you could ask what was going on, Sonny tugged you out of your seat by the elbow. “Stand up, please.”

Narrowing your eyes at both of them, you slowly complied, heart accelerating, breath shortening, disbelief rising. Then, exhilaration gained ground when you felt him finger the zip of your dress.

You knew what was coming next. Explicitly stated affirmative consent was a mandatory prelude to your little games: appropriate, given the sort of crimes that two-third of this threesome saw on a daily basis.

“Do you consent?” Sonny asked.

“Yes, I do.” You did, and you wanted the both of them, at once, together. As soon as the words left your mouth, your dress pooled at your feet, and there you stood, clad only in a tiny thong, previously soiled by Sonny.

With savage pleasure, you heard Rafael make a short, aborted sound in the back of his throat at the sight of your tits, and the contrasting smears of white against the black lace of your underwear. Coyly, you glanced up: it was fitting that you were standing by the dining table, for Rafael looked famished.

Suddenly, your self-satisfaction was cut short by a thick strap of silk around your wrists– Rafael’s tie of the day, a crimson number, warmed by the time it had spent around his throat, and by Sonny’s fingers. You had reeled Rafael in with this exact same tie for a lingering kiss this morning, before tying it in a Grantchester knot.

“I believe I have the right to an attorney,” you announced insolently as Sonny dragged you down the hallway toward the master bedroom.

“You also have the right to remain silent,” Rafael offered, smiling at the glare you threw him in response. Did he just tell you to shut up?

“Make me,” you sneered, wholly invested in your recalcitrant role.

“Oh, believe me,” Sonny promised, hungry once again. “We will.”

Without further ado, he shoved you face down on Rafael’s bed. Down you went, willingly, the loose knot around your wrists exaggerating the arch of your back. Sonny released his grip on you to round the bed, unzipping his trousers as he went. Unable to help yourself, you peered up at his cock, now level with your head and dripping, then at his face, with his hooded eyes and bitten lip.

“Waiting on your gag order, detective?” You taunted, eyeing the first drop of clear precum bead and drool.

“You think I need a court order to shut you up?” Sonny grunted, smearing the tip of his cock over your lips to paint them glossy before pushing in, one hand steadying the base of his cock, and one hand on the back of your neck, helping you take him. The smell and the taste of him was heady, with a hint of yourself from your earlier round, and you moan around the head of him, relaxing your jaw to beg for more of him. And in he went, willingly, letting go of his cock to cradle the front of your throat, where he could feel the bulge of himself distending your flesh. He squeezed a little harder, and pushed in a little further, groaning at the sight of your lips stretched around the base of his cock, and the feel of his balls hitting your chin.

You closed your eyes. Sonny pulled back, then began fucking your face at fast and hard, drawing small whimpers out of you. You relished the total control that he had over you, surrendering all of your vital functions to him –your breathing, your thoughts, your voice– in the most momentous show of trust you could gift him. And by the set of his face, Sonny couldn’t get enough of you.

“Does she feel as good as it looks?” You heard Rafael’s voice ask somewhere behind you, slightly to your right. Even with your eyes closed, you could see him: still dressed, but trousers half undone, cock out, a tight fist around it –and the slick sounds of his cock as it slid through his grip confirmed your suspicions.

“Better than,” Sonny replied, voice breaking on the last syllable.

The mattress dipped beside you as Rafael kneeled on it. He roughly parted your thighs with a trouser-clad knee and you shivered. In your mind’s eye, you saw how debauched a picture you must make: naked, save for a thong full of cum, surrounded by two fully dressed men, on the receiving end of a thorough face fuck.

Rafael looped his cock under the lacy T at the back of your soaked thong, and fucked himself against your ass, denying you the pleasure of friction. But you couldn’t stop yet another flare of wet heat from flooding down your thighs. You whined in frustration, clenching your fists, and Rafael chuckled darkly, dropping down on one hand to drape himself over you, his weight pressing you further into the mattress. You grunt around a mouthful of Sonny, your breath knocked out by the exquisite drag of his dress shirt against your naked back. Rafael sneaked his free hand around to squeeze your tits, blowing a breath against the back of your shoulder.

That was when you realized that Rafael was watching Sonny’s cock defile your mouth up close.

Your eyes shot open, a hot flush of embarrassment rising to your cheeks, spreading downwards.

“Beautiful,” Rafael growled, and to your utmost arousal, let go of your tits to tangle his fingers with Sonny’s at the front of your throat.

Then, he tugged your thong aside and fucked the outside of your slick, cum-soaked slit, parting your sticky lips and striking your clit with each pass. He had you both panting –and you, breathing small moans around Sonny. It was absolutely filthy, that he was using Sonny’s spend to do what he was doing, even more so that he unselfconsciously enjoyed it without a care for the state of his thousand dollar trousers.

Finally, finally, Rafael fucked into you, his forward glide unimpeded, and you reflexively clenched around him, welcoming him home. He groaned and bit your shoulder, his fingers tightening on your throat. And then, as he backed up and thrust back in, propelling you onto Sonny’s cock, it occurred to you that Rafael had a hand on your throat to feel just how well Sonny was fucking your throat, as he himself was, inside you.

Does she feel as good as it looks? He had asked earlier.

Now, he had his answer.

Together, the three of you rocked, pushed, and pulled –Rafael against your back, a perverse witness to Sonny in your face, and Sonny looking down at Rafael’s ass as it clenched and relaxed in synch with each drive of his cock into you.

You came violently by Rafael’s 9th thrust, shuddering, almost gagging around Sonny as you sobbed, legs flailing, pulling against your restraints.

As you made swallowing motions to clear your airways, Sonny jerked, pulling back to slot the head of his cock against the inside of your cheek, then came with his head thrown back and a flush down his chest, sounding wrecked by the volume of his jagged moans.

Rafael’s hand massaged your neck, encouraging you to swallow whatever Sonny generously gave to you, so you did, mouthful by mouthful, sip by sip, lapping at the length of him until he was clean and you were building up again on Rafael’s cock.

“Good girl.”

Sonny laid down beside your head and kissed you deep, and wet, and hard, tongue tangling with yours languidly, till a hard thrust by Rafael’s unrelenting hips against your ass broke the kiss. You cried out, but Rafael made good on Sonny’s promise to keep you quiet –his hand drifted up from your neck to your mouth, effectively muffling your whines. He began pounding away at you, and you panted against his hot palm, unable to draw enough breath to sustain you.

“You did so well,” Sonny praised, brushing your hair out of your face. “Come for us one more time, baby, just one more time. Come on, let go.”

You were nothing if not obedient when you were on the brink of your climax, so you did as he said, screaming into Rafael’s hand. You vaguely registered your toes curling against some very expensive wool trousers.

Rafael grounded his hips into you, stilling momentarily to both enjoy your flutters and to flood your pussy full again. You blacked out completely as you came, again and again, triggered by the sheer heat of Rafael’s climax.

Oh, fuck me, you thought, as you lost your grasp on consciousness, what a way to take a study break.

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'Thank you, I guess. The issue here is that she's not the only one that I lost. All my loved ones, friends and family included, vanished from my life, either dead or just gone. I'm not a stable person. My mind is fucked up, one day I want to let go of everything and jump from the roof of a building while the other I want to break some bones. It just... doesn't make sense anymore. My life, me even. And I don't know why I'm telling you all that but since you and I are gonna live under the same roof for god knows how long, you should probably know who I really am. I'm not a nice person, Vee. I'm toxic as hell.'

Breathing deeply I didn't dare look at you, too ashamed of what I was doing. Since when I opened up that way?

'And I want you to know that I'm sincerely sorry for what happened to you. The night we spent together was amazing and if I had to redo everything I would still chose you. But, I've never meant to hurt you in any way. Unfortunately I did though and nothing could fix it. But that's linked to what I'm saying since earlier, I'm not someone you can trust because I can't even trust myself. As soon as the issue with the Yamaguchi-gumi is over, I'll disappear from your life.'

Finally reaching the mall's parking I quickly changed the subject without even giving you time to answer. I didn't need one anyway, I knew that people were avoiding me like the plague. And I also knew that the less I was mingling with innocents like you, the better you were. Even if that meant for me to stay alone.

'Just pick everything you want, I'm following you so choose a store and we'll be fine'

You looked uncomfortable at first, probably because you weren't used to be in that type of situations.

Raising an eyebrow at you I chuckled at your indecision.

'I'm gonna choose for you then yeah?'

Taking you by your wrist I dragged you to the first store I found, Gucci.

You kept tugging on my wrist to let you go, saying that there were other shops way cheaper.

'Do I look poor to you Vee? Koko is in charge of Bonten's money, I'm rich. Pick whatever you want or I'll do it for you and it won't be covering an inch of your body.'

Understanding the meaning you took the hint and strolled through the alleys of the shop. The sellers were all around you and it made me laugh because you looked so out of place.

That was cute and refreshing for my dead heart.

At the end you opted for few hoodies and sweatpants.

The next shop was a French brand, Dior I think?

In that one you've chosen some dresses and heels.

And the list went on and on, I was pleasing you and it made me happy.

You chose some sneakers and other stuff like makeup -don't ask me what was what, I wouldn't know.

'Thank you Mikey for everything, you're like my sugar daddy'

I knew you were only teasing but I couldn't help myself. Sliding one arm around your shoulder I whispered to your ear.

'I can be if you want me to'

You were going for the exit of the mall when I pulled you close again.

'You don't have any underwear right? And Victoria Secret is right here. Care to take a look?'

Grinning at your expression, I dragged you into the store, impatient to see what they got.

-Mikey

Mikey as a sugar daddy?? Might write something about that at some point 🤭

deep down i KNEW this was gonna happen. mod your brain is so BIG.

There’s nothing much I can do but allow him to pull us inside the lingerie store. Cheeks burning at the scantily clad mannequin in the display.

Immediately I’m flocked by attendants, rapid-fire questions hurled at me from all angles about my cup and bust size, the width of my hips. When I take too long, they assure me that they’ll measure me properly, tape already in their hands. Barely having a chance to utter a word, I’m even more speechless while they work, wrapping the tape around my waist, back, along my thighs and hips, and my chest, shouting an array of numbers, letters or combinations of both between themselves.

They clap when they’re done, giggling about how they’re gonna find me the cutest sets to wear for my boyfriend and I send a panicked, bug-eyed look to Mikey as we disappear through the aisles. He doesn’t even look phased, sending me a small wave while the shopping bags from all the other stores we’ve hit huddle around his feet like little kids.

Thongs. So many thongs.

They toss hundreds of them into my bag, some with the matching bra to complete the set, cooing how they’ll look so good on me, and how irresistible I’d look wearing them.

He’ll want to rip them off you, one gushes, winking. And I realize they’re talking about Mikey.

I flush again. They had no idea how much he liked ripping clothes.

Wait. I stumble back at my thoughts. Was I insinuating that I wanted Mikey to rip my clothes off? Shaking my head to rid myself of that kind of thinking, I follow behind them, voicing how I also wanted to go for comfort rather than just… appealing to the senses.

They understand me and carry me towards a section full of cheekies, boyshorts and underwear. My shoulders slump in relief— they covered much more than thongs did. When we finally regroup at the cash register, I have more underwear in my bag than I had in my drawers at home. Being spoiled like this would’ve made me swoon in another life, but I couldn’t help but feel like a burden to Mikey, especially with what he confided in me today.

I frown into his head as he moves to pay. He describes himself all wrong. He wasn’t toxic. He was broken, chewed up by life and spat out into a world where there weren’t healthy coping mechanisms to handle the buildup of trauma he accumulated. I wonder briefly to myself why I hadn’t told him that when I had the chance. That’s when I see it— red.

What happened to your hand? I gasp, taking it into mine.

He quickly tries to pull away, but I snatch it back subtly, so as not to alert the cashier of our mini power struggle. I scrutinize the wounds, gaping at the smeared red that had crusted over crimson from neglect. These wounds were fresh. More than that, they were naked, untreated, practically begging for an infection.

Here you are, the cashier beams at us, completely unaware of the tension between us, just high knowing she was the worker attached to such a big sale.

Mikey takes the bag with his uninjured hand. He has no other choice, I won’t let the other one go.

We walk out of the store and into the crowd of people again, chaos ensuing all around us.

Wanna go somewhere else? He asks. I know he’s trying to distract me from the obvious problem sitting atop his knuckles, but I’m onto him. Better yet, I have an idea.

Answering with, Yeah, I’m the one tugging him around, looking aimlessly at stores until I find the one I wanted— a convenience store. To buy supplies to wrap his wound. Properly.

I treated injured pets at my job every day and I was going to treat him too, even if I had to knock him out to do it.

#🗝; citizen #🗝; mikey #🗝; chronicles of vee: vol. 1 #look at us. being all cute #💳💥💳💥💳💥#write that sugar daddy mikey fic!!#we need it!!!!#for research! and stuff like that!!!

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