#I AM PLEADING 😱😱😱😱😱😱

[minniesmutt]

Hiii, I saw your post about the 1k event!!! CONGRATS btw 😱😱 could u do a prince Hyunjin/maid afab 🥹🥹 prompt 7!!

☾ ━━━ PAIRING: HYUNJIN X READER ☾ ━━━ PROMPT: 7 “I’m not jealous! it's just… you’re mine!” ☾ ━━━ CONTENT: PRINCE!HYUNJIN, MAID!GN!READER, JEALOUSY, POSSESSIVE SEX, THEY NEEDY, BRIEF MENTION OF FINGERING, MARKING, UNPROTECTED SEX, CREAMPIE, AFTERCARE ☾ ━━━ WC: 0.9K ☾ ━━━ 18+ work!! minors and ageless/blank blogs DNI! you will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog

     “What are you doing?” Hyunjin asked as he stopped behind them

     “My job, your highness,” Y/n told him

     “You’re job is to attend to me. Not the guests.”

     “Your Highness, for the large parties I attend to everyone. You made that clear to me yourself.”

     Hyunjin huffed, they were right. He did say that. He watched as Y/n excused themself from his presence. Hyunjin huffed and looked around the room. It was another fancy royal party he was honestly not the biggest fan of. Especially with how his Y/n was being flirted with. He genuinely hated it. They had been one of his personal attendants since they had joined the castle but he never saw them as just a maid. 

     He knew full well that they couldn’t be together status-wise. But that didn’t stop the young prince from thinking about them all day and night, painting them, dragging them along with them to everything. This event was not his favorite thing. It was too many people now and he was socially drained for the night. 

     He watched them move around the room before disappearing into one of the servant’s tunnels. He made his way to the same tunnel. It was easy to slip away when all his guests were drunk. Y/n saw him immediately and looked at him questioningly.

     “You’re done working for the night,” Hyunjin stated

     “I most certainly am not. I’m not done till everyone leaves and the castle is clean,” Y/n argued

     “No, you’re done for the night,” Hyunjin said again

     “Does this have to do with you being jealous?”

     “I’m not jealous!” Hyunjin asserted. “It’s just… you’re mine!” 

     “You’re highness…”

     “No. No more of this status stuff…”

     “You’re drunk. Let me get you to your room.”

     It was easy for Y/n to lead him through the servant areas to his room. Far from the party. Y/n got him cleaned up and changed before making him get in bed.

     “Y/n,” Hyunjin caught their arm as they were pulling the sheets over him

     “You’ll feel better in the morning. Get some rest.”

     “I’m not drunk.”

     “Your—”

     “Why won’t you return my feelings?”

     Y/n sighed. “Please, tell me what I can do.” Hyunjin pleaded

     “There’s nothing you can do, Hyunjin. Even if I accepted you’re advances, the kingdom would have my head…”

     “I’d keep you safe. Nothing would ever happen to you.” Hyunjin sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Pulling them between his legs, “Please Y/n. Just let me prove myself?”

     “You don’t need to prove yourself,” Y/n gave in, grabbing his face and resting their forehead against his

     “Then be mine. Once I’m king, we’ll wed and you won’t have to worry. I promise,” Hyunjin held onto their hips.

     “Hyun…”

     “Stay with me tonight. I’ve already said you’re done working,” the prince smiled, leaning back and pulling them onto him as he went down

     “If the castle—”

     “No one is going to find out. I promise you that.”

     Y/n knew he was sincere, he never would go back on his words. Y/n gave in and pressed their lips to his. Hyunjin wrapped his arms around them and turned them over, now on top and caging them to the bed. Y/n moaned into his mouth as they wrapped their arms around him

     “May I?” Hyunjin asked as he played with the fabric of their clothes

     “Please.”

     Hyunjin didn’t waste another second stripping them of their uniform as quickly as he could while Y/n pulled off the clothing they had just helped him dress into. Everything happened quickly till it was just a pile on the ground and Hyunjin was spreading their legs open, long fingers pumping in and out of them. Prepping them as he kissed along their neck, claiming what was his. 

     “Hyunjin,” Y/n quietly moaned 

     “Don’t hide. I want the whole castle to know you’re mine. Only I can make you sound like this.”

     Hyunjin pulled his fingers out of them and brought them to his lips. Looking them in the eye, licking his fingers clean, and watched them get flustered. Y/n swallowed the lump in their throat as he lined himself up and gently pushed into them

     “Hyunjin,” Y/n moaned

     “I’ve got you,” the prince assured them before slowly rocking into them. Holding them as close as he could while peppering their body with kisses. Planting them anywhere he could reach till they pulled him to their lips. Using his mouth to drown out any noise that they were making. 

     Y/n wrapped their legs around his hips. Pulling him closer as his pace picked up. Hips meeting theirs in the otherwise silent room. 

     “Hyun,” Y/n whined

     “Close darling?”

     “Yes.”

     “Go ahead. Let me have it,” Hyunjin said. 

     Y/n couldn’t keep it in much longer. They moaned a little too loud for their taste as their orgasm hit. Arcing off the bed as they roomed through the euphoria of the high. Hyunjin fucked then through it before his own took over. Burying himself inside them and painting their insides.

     It took both of them some time to come back to reality. Both covered in sweat and catching their breaths. Hyunjin pecked their lips before standing straight and pulling out. Y/n whined as he slipped out of them. 

     Hyunjin walked to the bathroom before coming back and cleaning them up. “Let me—“

      “No,” Hyunjin stopped them from sitting up and taking over. He cleaned them up and tossed the fabric to the side. The prince tucked them into his sheets and laid down with them. 

     “Hyun…”

     “You’re staying with me tonight. No questions.”

     Hyunjin wrapped his arms around them and fell into slumber, dreaming of the day they could be together with the difference in status.

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[nescaveckwriter]

Don't Leave Me

Dean Winchester x Reader 🐞

Summary: Dean, did the unthinkable, and cheated on you, on your anniversary.

A/N: Oh yay, I'm so excited, not only my first one shot, but also my first one done for the bingo @jacklesversebingo 🐞❤️💕 I'm just so excited to hear what y'all think. Much love my bugsies 🐞

Line: I don't really hate you, but I hate what you have done to us!

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱

Word Count: Honestly no idea😱 will check next time🤩

Cover Art: Done by me 🐞 and the pic's from Pinterest and Canva 💕

Characters: Dean Winchester, Mention of Sam, and you❤️

"No Dean" I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"You don't get to look at me like that" I sniffed

"How could you do this to us?" Anger and sadness visible on my face

"Baby Listen" his voice low

With my hands on his muscular chest I shove him backwards, screaming now, "I don't need too listen, dammit, nothing you say is going to change a thing"

His emerald green eyes, is welled up, "just listen please" barely audible

"I hate you Dean" I say while throwing the ring on the floor

Taking a suitcase from the closet, tossing in any clothes I can find.

"You're leaving babe?" the distraught look on his face, caught you off guard

"Don't look at me like that, its your fault" you shove him out of the way walking to the bathroom to grab your toiletries.

He grabs ahold of your arm, spinning you around, and into his chest, "let me go," making my hands into small fist's, hitting against him, though it's not really doing anything.

His eyes pleading "sweetheart, please just listen to me, it didn't mean anything"

Squinting your eyes, "it didn't mean anything? Don't lie to me, Dean"

"I'm sorry" he claimed

"Yeah, your sorry I found out" I sneered

His jaw clenches, "no, babe, I'm serious it didn't mean a damn thing"

"Great so you threw all of this away for nothing" I smirked

"I was drunk okay! I didn't know what I were doing" his face full of guilt

Laughing a little "that's a lame excuse if I ever heard one"

You can't stand to be this close to him, hearing his heart beating, the way he looks into your eyes, the way his arms is holding you, you always were so weak when it came to him, it always were like some sort of special gift he had, making you putty in his big hands. But not today, not know, not after what he's done.

Trying to get out of his tight grip, you try to shove him backwards again, but he just holds you tightly, his voice revealing the sadness "do you really hate me"

Searching his face, his emerald green eyes, now, almost hazel like. Your voice brittle, tears streaming down my face "No, I... I don't really hate you, but I hate what you have done to us"

He thumbs away some of the tears, letting out a whisper, "I'm so sorry sweetheart"

"Sorry, just sorry, it won't work" you whisper - scream

"Then what will, baby" he asks

"I don't know,! nothing! The day you slid that ring on my finger, you swore you'll never betray me, break my trust, or trash my heart, guess what you did" getting angry all over again now "how could you" and with that you get out of his grip

Realising what he did, he just stood there, not making a sound, just listening to the sound of her crying, crying he caused. "Dammit" he cursed underneath his breath.

Taking her suitcase she walks out of their shared room, right to the door, glancing over the house she called home for the past five years, the memories they shared, the laughter, it's all gone now, in one night, he managed to erase five years of their lives together.

Dean runs towards her, "Baby wait, just stay, it's 3 in the morning, you can't drive like this" concern in his husky voice.

Glaring at him, "don't act like you care, if you did, you would have known, what yesterday was"

Dean, looks at her puzzled, following her eyes to the kitchen, he's jaw dropped when he saw the kitchen table, set and decorated for two, candles, placed with champagne flutes, and a bottle that was supposed to be on ice, a freshly baked pie in the middle.

"Babe, I'm"

"Don't finish that sentence, I'm so sick and tired of your sorries," I warned.

"I can't believe I was so naive, yesterday when you didn't show, I called Sam, he said as far as he knew you went for a drink, the case you worked on hit you hard, I was afraid you had to much to drink, and maybe gotten in a accident, but to my surprise, I found you with that... that, woman, her arms wrapped around you having a good time, how the hell could you do that to us, to me?" I screamed

"Babe, it meant nothing, I love you"

Tears flooded down my cheeks "no! Dean! You do not love me" you mumbled, "goodbye Dean"

"Please baby, don't go, don't leave me" he pleaded

He grabs a hold of your wrist, but you shake it loose, almost running towards your car, hearing him say something in the distance, but you reply with a shout "don't you follow me Dean Winchester" and with that you started the engine, put it in drive and drove off

In your rearview mirror, you see the man you loved, still love, standing there distraught look on his face, the blurriness of your glazed up eyes, makes it hard to focus on the road ahead, but you just drove further anyway, not wanting to stay there, the way he made you feel, the hurt, pain and betrayal is just to much.

Seeing taillights of her car, is just one too much, how is he going to fix this, why did he do what he did, "what am I gonna do" throwing a punch in the air.

He just stood there in the pouring rain, watching as the love of his life, went further and further out of his reach.

That's when he heard the tires screeching on the wet road, and then the heart wrecking loud noise, he just some how knew it was her. He ran, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Noooooo!" Screaming as he got closer, her car hanging over the road barrier, "Baby," he grabs ahold of her hand, her face bloodied, her legs pinned, her eyes, bloodshot from the crying, "Dean" she whispers with pain. "I'm here sweetheart, don't leave me, I love you" a half smile on his plum lips. With the closing of her eyes she whispers "I love you too Dean"

[sgiandubh]

Do you think he does different types of promo to attract all the different crowds?

Dear Promo Anon,

Not only I think he does that, I also happen to think he (or anyone seriously hoping to sell anything other than snake oil) should do exactly that.

The problem is not the logical correlation between what you want to sell and the people to whom you want to sell it. The first problem is the lack of balance between your way of interacting with your different target groups, which could lead to a very fuzzy brand image. Both of your products and of yourself, who are their creator and main promoter.

Promoting a brand without a clear set of main ideas and values is very likely to have a negative impact on your sales. Show them biceps, sea, sex (?) and sun galore is all fine and dandy for the younger crowd (and the LGBT+ one, btw). But showing at the same time that you can be a gentleman (please, for the love of Saruman, get rid of those rings! that woman doesn't know what she's talking about!) should be at least on par with the Lustfest promise you ventilate to your other segment. Possible message being: working hard and playing hard - you can have the best of both worlds (or at least try).

The second problem is that S's brand is.. ehrm... way too personal. Too approachable (I already mentioned the Costco Hugfest) for a rabid fandom. That goes both ways, btw, because many (on both sides of the Great Divide) honestly feel they own a bit of S. At the same time, he is also JAMMF to many people in here, who imagine he has almost superhuman qualities (most probably not the case). That is exhilarating and empowering, until it's not. One or three or twenty faux-pas later, people will feel the savage urge to spit on the idol. A simple matter of collective instinct, but a very tricky situation for S.

The third problem are the side players. I am not talking about AN or CB or TMcG or the Fitness Harem. I am talking about the Trolls, who really don't do him any favor. Nothing worse for his brand potential than lascivious comments - let's suppose you are a major distributor's marketing expert and you land on That Blog, where the owner shares publicly her dream of licking her way from (how was it?) LHR to GLA to the Highlands to the ends of the known Universe, for a chance of God knows what. What would you write in that memo to the CEO? 'Yes, please: immediately place ALL his booze upfront near the cashier, because the man is an idol to a bunch of fifty-something women who dream the impossible dream?' You think I am exaggerating? Try googling for SRH tumblr and see the first results (😱). These people are visible and that visibility directly informs the interaction between SS and its potential business partners. Especially when your Partner Everyday thought blasting a sizeable chunk of OL's Tumblr fandom in Vanity Fair was a clever strategy for The Win - things like this invite (unwanted) attention.

I pleaded for diversification of the marketing strategy and for a more sophisticated approach and I welcome the change, Anon. The only thing I would like you to take home from this very long answer is simple:

Social Media is just Social Media. The glitz, the glam, the superficial stardust, the Truman Show where it never rains.

Real Life is Real Life. We only see glimpses, speculate on it, have a more or less educated guess and if we are lucky enough, some tidbits to chew on.

Progressively, the very unprofessional (bantering) Social Media strategy has been replaced with an account strategy based on product promotion. Convenient, when you do not (for reasons X, Y and Z) want to discuss what you feel is private and likely to remain so, for a while.

That's about it, Anon. If you still have questions, you can always pop in here. I promise I won't charge a retainer, out of my good heart.

[monkayemporor]

“I didn’t want this!”

Synopsis: fem!Lorenzo (aka possum) and her parent 😱😱😱

Cw: Talks of plastic surgery + reader doesn’t like Lorenzo (at first)

Featuring: Fem!Lorenzo and Gn!Reader

Wc: 660

NOTES: I SWEAR IM WORKING ON EVERYTHING ELSE (lie)

“I’m gonna get plastic surgery.”

“Excuse me?”

Looking up from your phone, you were faced with Donna Lorenzo. And her usual shit-eating grin. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve indulged her, but this wasn’t a normal situation. Considering how she wasn’t even supposed to be here.

A few weeks ago, your friend Snuffy had dropped off some kid at your doorstep, explaining how she wanted you to take care of her. Of course, you had vehemently refused. And could anyone blame you? This girl looked like…well something. A freak would be the proper term. 

Rotten teeth, terrible hygiene, and her overall eccentric personality. You were so sure that you wouldn’t be able to deal with her. And what was Snuffy’s excuse? That her job as a pro would keep her too busy. 

“Can’t you just…I don’t know…buy her an apartment or something? You have a shitload of money!”, you had pleaded, but Snuffy had explained she didn’t want to leave Lorenzo alone. 

Sure, you could’ve refused. And if it had been anyone else, you would’ve. But this was Snuffy, your dearest friend. So, against your better judgment, you took Donna Lorenzo in. 

Living with her though, was certainly an…experience. From following you around your place, messing with your stuff, barking like a dog, and mooning over the weirdest boys on your computer. 

“Isn’t he just the best?”, she asked, an image of some gothic-looking boy open on the screen. 

Sipping on your coffee, your nose wrinkled, “Ew. No. Just no.”

Just what was wrong with her?

And now you were here, with Lorenzo proclaiming that she was going to get plastic surgery. 

“So, you want bigger boobs? I thought those were like bad for football or something.”, you said, clearly confused. Lorenzo shook her head and sat next to you, a bit too close for comfort though. 

“Nah, I just wanna get rid of something.”

Vague. You momentarily wondered if you should push for more info. But why bother? She was old enough to get one and it wasn’t like you were the one paying for it.

But…

What would Snuffy say? She would probably want you to ask. Sighing, you placed your phone on the table and looked Lorenzo in the eye.

“Just what exactly do you want to get rid of?”

Silence suddenly filled the space and you noticed the defender avoiding your gaze. Odd.

“Well…”, you trail off, trying to find the right words to say as the teen girl perks up. “You’re not that bad looking. So I don’t see why you need to get plastic surgery.”

Lame. That was the best you could do? Screw it. You never wanted kids in the first place.

Instead of Lorenzo mocking you though, she simply laughed, showing off the golden grills you very much hated. “I’m not sayin' that it was terrible, but it was!”

In defeat, you slumped on the couch. Screw Snuffy. But just as you were about to leave the room, Lorenzo suddenly spoke up.

“Still…thanks…”

Well, now this was awkward. What were you supposed to say? No problem? Nahhh. 

“You’re cute looking—like a possum!”, you suddenly blurted out. Why were you doing this?! Just why?! The younger girl tilted her head, “Possum? Ya, mean those ugly rat things?”

“They are not ugly!”

“Are too. And that means you're calling me ugly!”

“Stop putting words in my mouth!”

Arguing with Donna Lorenzo turned out to be quite tiring. And at the end, you were laying on the couch, side-eyeing her, “Look. Just, don’t do it. You’re perfectly fine. And you may be kinda gross, you’re not that gross to need plastic surgery.”

It was quiet for a couple of minutes, you staring up at Lorenzo as she stared right back. Her shit-eating grin was visible, “Dah, fine~”

“Oh.” You weren’t expecting her to listen. Now what? Do you just leave? Or…

“Am I still a possum though?”, Lorenzo asked.

“Definitely yes.”

“You’re weird.”

“Look who’s talking.”

[luv4kyle]

Alpha wolf!fem!reader x beta!kenny mccormick [pt.4]

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" please sigma, give me a chance, i skibidi promise, no cap, on skibidi toilet and on caseoh, ill be your best gyatt ever... i know im not very sigma enough for you, but ill griddy for you, glaze you, rizz you up, goon and looksmaxx with you, eat skibidi slicers with you, ill even watch CaseOh with you , ill do all that for you alpha y/n " kenny pleaded, practically begging to be with the alpha... he just couldnt live without her, she needed to be his

" kenny... what the sigma... i dont know what to say , i think you jelqed it too hard... " y/n stared at kenny surprised at his words, she knew that he would yap to her all the time or come to her cave just to see her rizzy face, it was obvious that kenny liked her, but she always was taught to yap and rizz with an alpha, not a beta or an omega... when kenny heard that y/n could never be with a lower class like him, he was devastated. He felt skibidied...

" no, i didn't jelq it too hard my gyatt, im yapping the truth rizzler, i swear i am... i want to be your W level 9 gyatt, i might not have a level 10 but i have W rizz, max aura, i looksmaxx every day, edge everyday and my jawline is perfect from my daily mewing... ive never lost a streak alpha. i could be anything for you y/n, please just give me a chance sigma... " the blondes hand tightened on y/ns, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb as he examines her face, trying to get some type of positive response from her somehow, anything as long as it was a yes...

Y/n hesitating, never hearing something like that ever in her life, especially from someone like kenny, she couldnt believe that kenny actually would do anything for her just for them to be together... i mean she couldnt really deny it, how could she? plus, y/n sort of liked kenny back as well...the alpha cleared her throat before responding to kennys confession,

" alright beta, how would you like it if i also wanted you to be my glazing level 9 gyat? " y/n questioned, her big (e/c) orbs looking right into kennys, waiting for a response from him to her question, either way she was definitely sure that kenny would immediately accept it, it would be his dream.

Kenny was shocked, flabbergasted, he thought he was dreaming.. "no way in skibidi toilet she just said that, did she really...? " he thought, not believing that this moment was real, he was feeling so sigma, the fact that y/n actually wanted him by her side and be her W level 9 gyatt glazer made him so happy

" wait... i.. really sigma? "

[halwarex3]

Yeah! Six-up, five-oh, pigs 🐷🐷 come, 💦 I 👨 cop 'n' 😂 go 🏃 The 😈 blotter shows 📺 they 👥👉 got 🙏 me ⓜ on the rocks 🌰🏿 like 👍🔫 Galapagos Good 👌🚟 luck 🏼🍀 finding 🕵 critters creepy as 😐 me They shoulda fried 🈳👌 me, 💯 I'll 🗨 give ya 😩😫 PTSD Vodka shots 💥💥 droppin' down 👸 the throat 🏾🍆 that 💊 they been 💴👀 stompin' on 🔛🔛 Cockin' guns, 🔫 lockin' up, the quotas all ❤🏞 for 🔞😩 shock 😨😨 'n' 🅾 awe Drivin's tirin', and I 👁 been 🔥📹 hotwirin' To make my get 🍆🉐 away from 😂👉 the 💦 jailbreak 😞 riot 🆘 and 😱😏 Cellmates scrapin' upon 💰👦 the 🌜🏛 bricks 💵 in 🏢 the 💦 basement Tryin' to ✌ escape 🛫 this probation generation Too 😲 late, 🕐🤷 crazy 😵😜 fucker's 🍑➡ gotta 🍆 do ⚠👌 the time ⏰⏲ Committed to 🙏 the 😍🔊 mental ⚖⚖ ward, 💰 committing all the crimes I'm alive ♍ and 🔛👈 kickin' 'til the 🔵 split 🚻🚻 ends fray Maybe 😉🔥 plead insane, 🤓😵 guilty, but 🤔 I'm not to blame I'm a slave to the main vein, sprayin' on 🔛 the mainframe Suffering 😖 the 👏💯 infrastructure, 🛣🛣 hoping I 📧 can maintain Oh, ⭕😧 how 🗣🤔 I 👄 know, 😱💡 how 💯 I go, 😩👀 how I 💰👁 go 🚦♂ Ask 😩💬 me 🥒🏻 a question, the 👏 answer I 👀🔨 know 😦 Yes or 💰 no 😑❌ options don't 🚫 weigh out, and 👏☝ so 😲👅 I don't 🙈🚫 ever see the 📐 cons and 😂 the 👗😱 pros You 👉 bear 🐻 a striking resemblance (Some 🐺 kind 🙁 of semblance of somethin' I been 🤤 rememberin') You 👈 appear familiar, dear 📣📣 (You 👦💖 look 👀 just 💢💦 like 💟😄 my 🅱👌 bathroom 🚽 mirror) Please, 🙏 policeman, no 👐 heel-to-toe Oh please, 👏 let 🏾 me go ⏩ Please, 😭 policeman, 🏻👮 is 💡 it a test? 😬 I 🌈 won't know 🤓 'til 💏💏 I'm 👉 under arrest 🔒 The drunk-tank's blood 👀💉 red, 🅱 junkie's gonna 🤤🔥 relapse Some think 💭😠 punk's 😈😈 dead, 😠💀 me, I 😃☠ don't believe 💭🙏 that 🏻🔺 Rock 🚀🗿 'n' 💰💰 roll 🎸🎲 gatherin' the 💰 moss 'til 💏 I be ➡🐝 that Lichen-coated boulder, make you 💧 slip, 💦 bust your 👦 kneecap Open 📖👐 on 👇 the 🐈 Amazon, hide 💜💜 the 👏🐈 cure for 👏💪 cancer 💦 I'm Lance Armstrong, you're 👉🏼 the 😾✨ necromancer Slash 'n' 😩 burn, 🚥 crash 💥 into the 🏡👏 42nd answer All 😫 my ♂🙋 fellow skeletons 💀 adore 🚼🚼 the 🏅😊 army ants here 🏿🍒 Flies on 🔛👅 my eyeballs, scabs on 💯 my 🍕👨 elbows Heaven ✝ knows ❔ God's sittin' up 🗺🤢 there 👉💍 like, "Hell no!" Only 👁 one thing 🤑 comes 💦💦 to those 👈🐥 who wait It's 🤔🤔 never 🚫🚫 too 🤖 late to 💦 embrace 💦 your 🙋☁ fate May 📅💯 death come swiftly and 📎🌃 gently to you 👆🚶 Mayhem, cry 😭 mayday, and 💰 oncoming doom Save 📑💾 your ✋👏 convictions, they 😈 never ❤ will do 💕 What you 😩 say's 🔥🗣 at 💰 least one ☝👏 six-billionth true! You 🕴 bear 🐻🐻 a striking resemblance (Some kind 🤗😯 of 👄🍆 semblance of 🔥📀 somethin' I 👈👀 been 🙂 rememberin') You appear familiar, 💻👨 dear 🔆📣 (You look 🔚 just 👌 like ❤ my 👨 bathroom 😤🚽 mirror) Please, policeman, 👮 no heel-to-toe Oh 🍤 please, 🍆🙈 let 👌 me go 🏃🏃 Please, 🙏🙏 policeman, 👮 is it a 📐 test? 😬😬 I 👁 won't 💪 know 'til I'm under arrest 🔒 Am I 👏ℹ being 🔞 detained? Am I 😜 under arrest? 🔒 (Yes, 👞😻 you 🏻 are!) 😎 Read 📖 me 👶 my 👩 rights, please 🙏🙏 (No!) 💦⛔ I want 👉👏 my phone call! Please policeman, no heel-to-toe Oh 🐦😱 please, 💕✝ let 👍💂 me 💯❤ go Please policeman, 🏻🏻 is it 💯 a 👌 test? 💻😬 I 🤵🙅 won't 💪 know 'til 💏💏 I'm 👧 (ratatatatatatata!) Please, policeman, no 😩😑 heel-to-toe Oh please, 🙈 let ❌🏾 me 🤓 go Please, 😭 policeman, 👮 is it 🥇♂ a 👨👌 test? I won't know 😭 'til I'm 👁👁 under arrest 🔒

what is this madness (OLLIE I KNOW THIS IS YOU)

[nostromo130]

🙏 Put yourself in my shoes and reflect🇵🇸🇵🇸

I’m Ahmed from Gaza 🌍, a father of three children 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦, the oldest just 11 years old. We have faced fear 😨, terror 😱, and displacement 🏃‍♂️, surrounded by the stench of destruction 💥 and death ⚰️.

I am searching for hope and safety for my family 🕊️.I plead with you, from the depths of your compassion and kindness 🤲, to support my trusted campaign. Please donate 💸 and share it widely 🔄, sending it to your followers and contacts 📲 so I can save my family 🆘.This is my cry from beneath the weight of war and devastation 💔. Be the reason my family survives, and I will be forever grateful 🙏. May you live your life filled with love and goodness ❤️.

https://gofund.me/a4e4c8d7

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[conequette]

🙏 Put yourself in my shoes and reflect🇵🇸🇵🇸

I’m Ahmed from Gaza 🌍, a father of three children 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦, the oldest just 11 years old. We have faced fear 😨, terror 😱, and displacement 🏃‍♂️, surrounded by the stench of destruction 💥 and death ⚰️.

I am searching for hope and safety for my family 🕊️.I plead with you, from the depths of your compassion and kindness 🤲, to support my trusted campaign. Please donate 💸 and share it widely 🔄, sending it to your followers and contacts 📲 so I can save my family 🆘.This is my cry from beneath the weight of war and devastation 💔. Be the reason my family survives, and I will be forever grateful 🙏. May you live your life filled with love and goodness ❤️.

https://gofund.me/a4e4c8d7

hi! i am very sorry, but i am not able to donate. i will do my best do share and spread the word about your situation. no one should have to go through this, i'm hoping you'll get into safety as soon as possible.

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Hey JJ, hope you’re having a great day! 💕✨ I’m not gonna lie, the moment I saw you upload CH. 21 for AFS I dropped what I was doing for one of my art classes SO fast 😂 This chapter had me feeling things (once again lol) 😩 my heart was in overdrive of Din’s protectiveness for Kar’ta >////< and I absolutely loved how you wrote Paz, his nickname for Soran was ✨perfect✨😂

Once again you’ve written an amazing chapter!! And on a side note, I also didn’t realize how much I needed SugarDaddy!Joel until you started Take Care of You 😂 I 100% agree that I would throw away my morals shamefully fast for him LMAO.

- Your friendly neighborhood Shy Anon 💖✨

P.S. Your writing is helping me get through finals week, so thank you for all of your writing! 💗 It’s scary that in barely over a week I’ll be getting my B.A. in Art lol 😱😰

YOUR MESSAGES ALWAYS MAKE MY DAY, MY LOVE.

My work day today was a LOT to deal with overall, but you taking the time to reach out and let me know how much you liked the chapter got me over here messy sobbing like a fool.

Sugar Daddy!Joel came to me in a dream and honestly I think it was my subconscious pleading for me to seek out that easy life lol. Unfortunately, I'm too independent for my own good and only a man like Joel Miller could sway me into selling said independence up the river😂😂 I'm gonna have way too much fun with that story.

OKAY ALSO GOOD LUCK WITH FINALS BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY CONGRATS!! A B.A. IN ART? THAT'S FANTASTIC, MY FRIEND! I am so stupid proud of you, as I'm sure many are, and I wish you only the best through finals week!

[ghastlybin]

Hello there, could i suggest a witch hunt scenario taken place in a medieval setting? Maybe reader is witch hunting and finds Sua picking herbs in the woods and so they catch sua- or so they though until they fall into one of her trap which leaves them injured. As for some fluff i though maybe sua actually comes back for them and brings them back to care for them instead of letting them die and reader falls for the witch😱

Sorry if this is too much, feel free to take one details and ignore others if you want❤️ have a good day!

!!!!!!!! First off, thank you soooo much! I’m Sua biased so this makes me happy haha and I’m also a (practicing) modern witch, which makes me feel useful? Lmao, thank you so much again! Also, at first when I saw this request, I was half asleep and so I thought you were asking for a witch hunt with all of twice because I read the two words that stood out to me first- Anyways, on we go! I’m hoping this is what you envisioned haha :,) you also have a good day/night!!!

Pairing: Dreamcatcher Sua x Witch hunter! Reader (Gender neutral)

Word count: 1,253

Genre: Witch/ Witch hunt AU, Medieval time period, does this count as angst?, fluff, hurt/comfort fic?

TW: I mention an arm laceration/cut/wound but I don’t really describe it? Still adding this as a trigger.

Note: 1) I’m bad at medieval dialouge and descriptions but I did loads of research and I hope it’s not cringey :,) tried to sound fancy lmao 2) If you’d like a part 2, I can definitely work on that for you if you’d like! I’ll make sure there are more fluffy moments but alas, I shall stop typing so much. She is so fine. By the way, I’m not trying to portray Handong as rude!!! More of the “concerned friend” for obvious reasons yk?

-Divider is from pinterest btw-

To whomever it may concern,

I am writing to ask a favor of you, for I am troubled. I have happened upon one of those that you may call a witch. I fear she has put an evil curse on my family, and I shall not sit by and let this go forth. I seldom plead, but I must ask of thou to capture her. You will be generously compensated for your troubles.

Sincerest gratitude.

There she was. The witch. Her long, dark hair flowing in the wind along with the mahogany robe she had on as she stepped through the grass.

The basket she had been holding was already brimming with various herbs collected from around the forest- all of them had been separated into small, silk bags of various colors.

You held your dagger in hand, eyeing the witch. Her brisk but careful movements were almost astonishing. She picked another herb, setting the basket onto the grass beside her. She opened one of the bags- a green one, and carefully placed the herbs inside.

Now. You thought, inhaling a quick breath before you prepared to strike. Advancing through the grass and various plants and herbs, you readied the dagger and moved quicker on your feet before she returned to her feet.

One more step and you felt the ground crumble beneath you, a surprised and pained yelp leaving your lips once you had stopped falling and hit the bottom of a pit.

The dagger- your dagger, had left a deep laceration on your arm bleeding profusely. You attempted to pull yourself out of the pit the witch made, but the searing pain made it difficult.

Eventually- and painfully, you managed to climb out, gasping and seething in pain before it subsided, and the bleeding slowed down.

You held your left hand tightly against your right arm, over the laceration, stinging at first, but even that feeing had subsided after some time.

Aimlessly, you moved through the forest, more and more light-headed with each step before you had finally fallen forward, your eyes closing in defeat.

“Provide assistance or scamper off!” The witch in the mahogany robe exhorted, sparing a focused glance to her companion.

“Sua, you are assisting the enemy!” The witch in the emerald robe insisted, yet reluctantly assisted Sua in lifting your unconscious body onto the makeshift stretcher Sua had ushered back.

“The enemy? Handong! An eye for an eye is not what we do!” Sua wrapped a temporary gauze bandage around the laceration on your arm and proceeded to tuck a small blanket around you as the temperature had dropped in the area.

“They were to kill you! Look!” Handong exclaimed, holding up the bloodied dagger.

Sua ignored her companion’s argument, struggling to pull the stretcher by herself. Handong, still reluctant, assisted her in bring you back to their village.

Sua guided the stretcher you were on- And Handong, back to her cottage. Sua moved you onto an extra cot she had and left the room briefly to gather the necessary supplies to aid you in your healing.

“I’ll be off.” Handong released a sigh, inching towards the front door. “Do let me know if you require my assistance.”

“Do you mind bringing boiled water?” Sua called out, carrying a basket of various items succh as bandages, home-made antibiotic cream, luke-warm water, a couple of rags and sutures just in case your wound was deeper than it looked.

“Tea?”

“Tea.” Sua confirmed. She carefully unwrapped the bandage from your right arm whilst wetting one of the rags to clean your wound and the excess blood stained on your arm.

She even cleaned the blood you had on your left hand from when you must’ve tried to stop the bleeding yourself.

Sua studied the laceration for a moment, deciding it wasn’t deep enough to need sutures. She dabbed some of the antibiotic ointment onto the laceration.

You awoke with a jolt of that familiar stinging sensation. Sua paused her movements, averting her eyes to meet your confused gaze.

“Be still. Then I can send you on your way.”

Her voice was soothing to your ears, knowing she had a choice of just leaving you for dead.

“You saved me?” You enunciated, staring up at the ceiling of her cottage as she finished rubbing in the ointment and placing a square of gauze on top before wrapping a new, clean bandage around your arm.

“I was sent to kill you. A large sum was offered in exchange for your head.” You were in a state of disbelief, sitting upright and shifting to face her.

Sua placed the back of her hand against your forehead, her mouth curving into a small frown.

“You need rest.” She stood up, hearing the front door to her cottage opening. “I’ll put on some tea.”

“You’re a witch.” You spoke, almost challengingly but it had unintentionally came out in a more fascinated tone.

The corners of Sua’s mouth had curled into a smile, “of course. You can’t seriously think we are all bad.”

You watched her leave the room momentarily, leaving you with your thoughts. Looking down at the tightly wrapped bandage, you realized it hadn’t hurt as badly as it did before- Granted you were unconscious shortly before she came back for you.

Sua came back into the room, holding a small mug of steaming hot tea. She held it out towards you.

Giving the cup a hesitant look, you took it from her, eyeing her.

“What is it?”

“Licorice root tea. It’s said to aid in boosting your immune system.”

You blew the tea in an attempt to cool it down before taking a slow sip, feeling the hot tea down your throat.

Sua took this time to clean up the area a bit and even offered a change of clothes, to which you denied.

Once you finished the tea, you attempted to stand, only to fall back onto the cot as a wave of dizziness had rushed through you.

“Why don’t you rest? I will prepare a meal for your travels and a change of bandages for when you are ready.” Sua held her hands out as if she were prepared to catch you if you had fallen forward instead.

You agreed, although a bit apprehensive. Looking at her, you found yourself thinking about how beautiful she was. Is.

How beautiful she is.

And she had saved your life.

‘You can’t seriously think we are all bad.’

That sentence repeated itself as Sua had briefly left the room again after taking the empty mug back. You laid back onto the cot.

Sua entered the room again with a blanket, covering you from your feet to your shoulders with it.

“The temperature is dropping. I hope you find this warm enough.”

You felt strange- A nice type of strange. As if you wanted to stay with Sua and never return to the community that shunned the woman who saved your life, rather than let you succumb to an infection.

“I am… grateful.” You smiled, feeling your heart flutter when she returned the smile.

“Rest.”

When she left again, all you could think of was her. As if you had been bewitched.

But you were not complaining.

To whom it may concern.

I am writing to notify you that I have ceased to find this ‘witch’ that has cursed you, as she has been wrongly accused. I am hopeful this finds you alright and that you find the real culprit.

Best regards.

[honeybuddhahoe]

🙏 Put yourself in my shoes and reflect🇵🇸🇵🇸

I’m Ahmed from Gaza 🌍, a father of three children 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦, the oldest just 11 years old. We have faced fear 😨, terror 😱, and displacement 🏃‍♂️, surrounded by the stench of destruction 💥 and death ⚰️.

I am searching for hope and safety for my family 🕊️.I plead with you, from the depths of your compassion and kindness 🤲, to support my trusted campaign. Please donate 💸 and share it widely 🔄, sending it to your followers and contacts 📲 so I can save my family 🆘.This is my cry from beneath the weight of war and devastation 💔. Be the reason my family survives, and I will be forever grateful 🙏. May you live your life filled with love and goodness ❤️.

https://gofund.me/a4e4c8d7

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[m3xican0-backflippoo]

🙏 Put yourself in my shoes and reflect🇵🇸🇵🇸

I’m Ahmed from Gaza 🌍, a father of three children 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦, the oldest just 11 years old. We have faced fear 😨, terror 😱, and displacement 🏃‍♂️, surrounded by the stench of destruction 💥 and death ⚰️.

I am searching for hope and safety for my family 🕊️.I plead with you, from the depths of your compassion and kindness 🤲, to support my trusted campaign. Please donate 💸 and share it widely 🔄, sending it to your followers and contacts 📲 so I can save my family 🆘.This is my cry from beneath the weight of war and devastation 💔. Be the reason my family survives, and I will be forever grateful 🙏. May you live your life filled with love and goodness ❤️.

https://gofund.me/a4e4c8d7

Sorry it took me so long to respond, but I am sadly not able to donate, but all my prayers go over to you and your family.

if anyone who sees this is able to donate, please do.

[polkadottpunk]

🙏 Put yourself in my shoes and reflect🇵🇸🇵🇸

I’m Ahmed from Gaza 🌍, a father of three children 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦, the oldest just 11 years old. We have faced fear 😨, terror 😱, and displacement 🏃‍♂️, surrounded by the stench of destruction 💥 and death ⚰️.

I am searching for hope and safety for my family 🕊️.I plead with you, from the depths of your compassion and kindness 🤲, to support my trusted campaign. Please donate 💸 and share it widely 🔄, sending it to your followers and contacts 📲 so I can save my family 🆘.This is my cry from beneath the weight of war and devastation 💔. Be the reason my family survives, and I will be forever grateful 🙏. May you live your life filled with love and goodness ❤️.

https://gofund.me/a4e4c8d7

!!!

[reduxskullduggerry]

🙏 Put yourself in my shoes and reflect🇵🇸🇵🇸

I’m Ahmed from Gaza 🌍, a father of three children 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦, the oldest just 11 years old. We have faced fear 😨, terror 😱, and displacement 🏃‍♂️, surrounded by the stench of destruction 💥 and death ⚰️.

I am searching for hope and safety for my family 🕊️.I plead with you, from the depths of your compassion and kindness 🤲, to support my trusted campaign. Please donate 💸 and share it widely 🔄, sending it to your followers and contacts 📲 so I can save my family 🆘.This is my cry from beneath the weight of war and devastation 💔. Be the reason my family survives, and I will be forever grateful 🙏. May you live your life filled with love and goodness ❤️.

https://gofund.me/a4e4c8d7

Hi Ahmed, I'm sorry I can't donate right now, but I hope I can donate in the future. I will share your campaign for now

[paintersatyr]

🙏 Put yourself in my shoes and reflect🇵🇸🇵🇸

I’m Ahmed from Gaza 🌍, a father of three children 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦, the oldest just 11 years old. We have faced fear 😨, terror 😱, and displacement 🏃‍♂️, surrounded by the stench of destruction 💥 and death ⚰️.

I am searching for hope and safety for my family 🕊️.I plead with you, from the depths of your compassion and kindness 🤲, to support my trusted campaign. Please donate 💸 and share it widely 🔄, sending it to your followers and contacts 📲 so I can save my family 🆘.This is my cry from beneath the weight of war and devastation 💔. Be the reason my family survives, and I will be forever grateful 🙏. May you live your life filled with love and goodness ❤️.

https://gofund.me/a4e4c8d7

[passi0np1t]

🙏 Put yourself in my shoes and reflect🇵🇸🇵🇸

I’m Ahmed from Gaza 🌍, a father of three children 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦, the oldest just 11 years old. We have faced fear 😨, terror 😱, and displacement 🏃‍♂️, surrounded by the stench of destruction 💥 and death ⚰️.

I am searching for hope and safety for my family 🕊️.I plead with you, from the depths of your compassion and kindness 🤲, to support my trusted campaign. Please donate 💸 and share it widely 🔄, sending it to your followers and contacts 📲 so I can save my family 🆘.This is my cry from beneath the weight of war and devastation 💔. Be the reason my family survives, and I will be forever grateful 🙏. May you live your life filled with love and goodness ❤️.

https://gofund.me/a4e4c8d7

don’t allow yourself to become desensitised to this genocide