#I barely know the basics of coding and you want to throw me into a completely different fucking computer program

[ranger-danger]

I love looking at nexus mods even though I know Jack shit about modding.

[atyourmerci]

♡ Everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer! ♡

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Summary: You are stealing at your local mall when you are caught by cop abby. She brings you to the back rooms where you use your body to get out of jail<333

Warnings: smut, MDNI, slight age gap not mentioned (reader is early 20’s abby is in her 30’s), dom!abby, sub!reader, fem!reader, degradation, ma’am kink, handcuffs, strap (referred to as her cock), spanking

A/N: I know I said this was going to come out later this week but I was sooo into this I couldn’t put it down hehe. I know yall feigning for her so I hope you enjoy, feast! Also not proofread I’ll do that later lmao

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You make your way out of the tall metal windowed doors, in your frilly pink mini skirt that barely covers the tops of your thighs, white crop top with jewels across your bare tits that says “princess” bags full of things that may have accidentally slipped in! And of course a cherry lollipop lazily strung out on your tongue.

Everything was going as planned as you confidently strolled out the mall doors as you always did, until…

“You again!” You hear a pointed voice yell from behind you, you can’t look back and give yourself up so you continue your pace, confidence slightly faltering. “HEY!” The voice only gets louder and closer, but you can’t bear to look.

All of a sudden what you assume to be the angered voice pulls your arm so roughly you stumble back with a wince, dropping your lollipop with a crash. You’re finally able to look at your match, a bruiting blonde as tall and wide as an ox. She looks at you with gritted teeth ready for conviction, all you can stammer out is a pathetic pout.

With furrowed eyebrows she scans your body up and down as if to make sure you were the convict she’d be tracking. Her eyes take a pause at your jewel adorned breasts, she seems to snap out of her gaze, “not this time princess, let’s go.”

She says it as you have a choice, she begins basically dragging you by the heels back into the mall. You think of running, but there’s no use, she’s twice the size of you, she could have picked you up with a finger and thrown you back in.

“Wh- where are we going!” You wiggle under her grip and she drags you, trying to avoid the gaze of innocent onlookers. She ignores you and mumbles something into her walkie, a bunch of codes you don’t understand but added in that she wouldn’t need backup, a sigh of relief floods over you.

“Please, im sorry I promise I’ll take everything back!” You plead as you make it further into the back of the mall. “Shut up brat,” she almost spits back at you, and tightens her grip even further into your fragile skin.

“Ouch! You’re hurting me!” You say in a wine as you reach what looks to be like a back room of the mall, with her grip still on your arm she uses her free hand to fumble at her keys to unlock the unmarked door.

She lets out a breathy giggle at your pouting, still focused on finding the key, “that’s going to be the least of your problems.” You don’t want to know what she means, and you don’t have the courage to ask so you continue wiggle around her grasp like a child while she unlocks the door.

The room is dark with only a small window at the top of the room that you can’t see out of, some boxes and cleaning supplies, a metal table with two chairs and a table lamp. As she walks her broad structure through the threshold she wastes no time to rip you by the arm and practically throw you into the concrete box.

“Sit” she barks and you almost jump into the cold metal chair, you gasp as your lacy clad cunt touches the hard chilly surface. She doesn’t take the same memo and stands before you, arms crossed. You are finally able to get a real look at her, she’s rugged but clean, long blonde that falls behind her, her arms barely fit into her uniform as her biceps protrude around the navy cloth, the veins pulsing throughout her hand.

You don’t mean for it to happen, but your pussy beings pulsing at the sight of her, you grip the cold metal of your chair averting her defining glare. it feels wrong, it is wrong, but it was an accident!

“Aren’t you going to beg for your innocence?” She cuts the silence. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” You pout at her with doe eyes. “Lying to me is only going to make it worse sweetheart, try again”

“Okayyyy I’m sorry I’ll take everything back I promise!” You tug out your bottom lip. “Awh heard that one before, try again” she says pacing closer to you so that you have to raise your head to look at her. “It was an accident, I’m a good girl officer, I swear!” You bat your eyes in an effort to pull out a fake tear.

She lets out a giggle at your words, almost appeased with you, “does princess want to go to jail tonight, huh? Is that what you want?” She taunts you. “No please! I’ll do anything please!” You beg, real tears starting to form in your glossy eyes. “Oh is that so…” she pulls her thick hand up to your chin gripping it harshly so your flesh molds into her grasp “anything?”

“Anything, I’ll do anything!” You plead as hot tears run down your face. A devilish smirk adorns her face as if she already had her plan made out, you were fucked. Hook line and sinker fucked.

“Get on your knees,” she demands as she guides you by your jaw, your bare knees hit the cold floor, sure to be bruised. You see the mascara trailing from your eyes down your flushed cheeks.

“Don’t fucking cry you asked for this,” she says gripping your jaw tighter causing your eyes to close tight. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you!” She barks. You hesitantly unclamp the grip on your eyes, watching as she removes her grip at your submission, trailing them to her belt. With your fuzzy eyes you can barely make out a slight bulge in her pants over her mound.

She brings her thick fingers around the leather, releasing its grip. Her eyes never leave yours as she whips the belt out of her slacks and folds it in her hands oh fuck. “Here’s what’s going to happen princess, you are going to suck my fucking cock…” she beings unzipping her slacks to unsheath

a girthy black dildo, thick and long with veins trailing up it “…and if I hear one fucking complaint those pretty little tits are going to be covered in an orange jumpsuit, understood?”

Your mouth gapes at her size, there’s no way you’d be able to take her. She grips your jaw again bringing it so you’re an inch away from her length, “don’t make me fucking repeat myself slut.”

Yes is all you can manage out, emotions swirling in your mind and tummy, scared but yet turned on? You can feel the a line of slick escaping your dripping hole, needy. “Yes what?” She bites, she doesn’t tell you what she wants to hear but you can infer. “Y-yes ma’am,” you pout out, eyes wide and drool watering your mouth in anticipation.

She gives that devious grin, appeased with you, “good girl, now open that slutty little mouth.” You obey, opening your glossy lips in a small hole which she rips open with the girth of her cock, sending you into a choke.

“Yeah choke on it whore, you asked for this,” she beams with a maniacal grin. Tears start pricking at your ducts again as you sloppily take her, barely breathing at the depth she’s at. You try bobbing your head back and forth but she must not be amused with your efforts as she grips your scalp at its roots and bucks her hips to fuck you herself.

Your eyes roll back at the feeling of her pushing even further down into your throat, spit dripping down your chin. “Awh you like that princess? Like when I use that dirty little mouth?” A breathy grunt escapes her puffy lips. There’s no way you can verbally respond so you settle with a pathetic nod as she uses you.

She suddenly rips out of your mouth which sends you choking on all fours in attempt to regain your composure. She gives you a second to regroup, the first sight of mercy she’s let you have.

“Get up,” anddd she’s back. You stumble back to your feet, barely making it upright already fucked out. She takes you by the arms and turns you so they’re behind your back, and guides you to the rusty metal table, pressing you down so that your cheek rests on the cold material and your ass is bent over.

You feel the sopping wet cock nudge against your embarrassingly wet clothed cunt, you can’t help but let out a little whimper that you hear get a rise out of her from a giggle, “so fucking pathetic,” you bite your lip to hold back but it comes out anyways, “mhmmm,” god she’s right you are fucking pathetic.

She doesn’t say a word but you can hear her fumble behind you when you feel another cold metal at your wrist click click, bounding your wrist behind you. “Making sure you don’t try to touch that clit til I say so,” which you respond with an aggravated sigh.

“Is that a fucking complaint I just heard?” She grips you by hair, your face still shoved into the cold metal, but lifted so she glares into your eyes inches away. Now that she’s bent over you her cock presses into your throbbing slit that makes you whimper, “n- no ma’am.”

“That’s what I thought,” she losens her grip on your hair as you feel them run up your shirt and onto your already hard nipples from the cold metal. She pinches both after kneading them roughly in her large hands, “fuckkkk” you mutter out with the sensation of her bulge still rubbing into you.

She begins trailing her hands down your body and lifts up your skirt so that your bare ass is on display for her. “No use wearing this barely covers that little cunt of yours. You just want everyone to see it huh?” She runs her palms over your ass before laying a harsh smack into it, you jolt into the table at the suddenness of it.

She moves her fingers down to your covered slit, rubbing up and down slowly, slick pooling in your panties and down your thighs. “Of course you’re fucking soaked…” she grips down at your covered clit that bucks your hips back into her “…just dying to get used like a toy.”

“Please ma’am, please fuck me, use me please,” you beg pathetically as tears drop onto the rusty metal. She pulls down your lace so that it sits at your ankles. You feel the silicone tip run down your slit collecting all your pent up slick. Without warning she slips right into you, bottoming out immediately, “oh fuck,” you scream out.

She grips her hands at your hips and begins relentlessly driving into you without remorse, the gentle sentiment wouldn’t be in the cards for you. The noises escaping your lips were downright sinful, no one had ever fucked you like this, with such aggression. Even though you looked like a flower you didn’t want to be treated like it, and she knew it.

“Taking that cock so well princess,” she grunts out in a pant, probably the nicest thing she’s said all night. “Tight little hole just for me,” and she takes a harsh open handed blow at your other cheek. “Fuck ma’am please,” you cry out.

She snakes her arm under you down to your stomach, “you feel that? My cock all the way up in your tummy?” Pressing down on your abdomen and you can feel her, she’s so fucking deep your mind starts going numb, “ye-“ the words won’t form.

At your reply she bottoms out inside you, somehow getting even deeper and moves her hand to harshly pink your hard nipple. “Yes ma’am! I’m sorry- please don’t stop!”

“Good girl,” she coos as she pulls out and plunges deep inside of you again, going back to her pace. You can feel yourself nearing your peek, your tummy twists trying to hold it back. “M-ma’am can I cum please,” you beg. “Are you going to cum?” “I’m so close!! Please it hurts,” she leaves you with one last rut and pulls out of you, you being clenching around nothing and moan out at the absence.

You can barely make it out but you watch as she places herself down against the metal chair. She grips your arm and pulls you in, “wrap that filthy hole around my cock,” she spits. You obey, slowly inching yourself down onto her girth, hands still bound at your back gripping into her covered chest. She pulls you back onto her so that your face is nuzzled against the size of hers, blonde strips of hair now dangling messily in front of her face. She takes your feet and wraps them around her calf’s so that you’re wide open for her.

“Cum without asking and I’ll make sure you’re someone’s bitch in prison.” She takes your breast in one hand and the other on your clit, rubbing slow agonizing circles. “So swollen, just dying to cum on my cock huh princess?” She’s breathing straight into your ear, you can hear every little grunt that comes out of her, your body shivers at the new sensation.

“You feel so good ma’am.” You moan out trying to hold back screams from feeling her rough fingers on your sensitive clit. She picks her pace up so that your legs are shaking around her thick thighs. “Fuck fuck fuck,” is all that seems to come out of your throat.

“You wanna cum baby? Beg for it.” You can barely make out a sentence but you can’t wait any longer and she knows it. “P-please ma’am let me cum on your cock, I’ve been s-such a good girl!” She quickens her pace, now bucking her hips aimlessly into your abused hole.

“Whose fucking pussy is this?” She groans with a smirk onto your ear. “Yours! All yours ma’am!” You desperately blurt out, at the tipping point of your peak. “Show me it’s all mine, cum on my cock pretty girl,” if you weren’t already one foot in the grave, those words alone could have sent you six feet under.

Your vision turns white, sobbing out as she ruts her cock deep into your tummy and her fingers circle your swollen clit. You bounce onto you unconsciously, needing more as you ride out your climax. She grunts into your ear at your sweet little sobs while you desperately fuck yourself onto her.

You finally still yourself as you finish off your orgasm, you’re both panting in attempt to regain composure.

“I promise I’m a good girl officer,” You say in a whisper, still unsure if she’d still take you away in her cop car after abusing your body. She giggles at your pathetic attempt to claim innocence.

“I think I’ll keep this pretty pussy to myself for now.”

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[berilaksl]

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notes ! pure fluff, lovestruck! remus x reader and teasing from marauders.

warnings ! none really

Part I — The Library Chronicles

Golden rays filtered through tall, stained-glass windows of the library and stretched across the polished wooden tables and worn spines of ancient books, casting a sleepy calm over the castle’s scholarly heart.

At the far end of one row, James Potter and Sirius Black sat across from each other, quills in hand and faces lit with suspicious mischief as they pored over a stack of books titled “Charms of Illusions and Confounding Tricks” and “Advanced Magical Mishaps: A Guide.”

“I’m telling you, if we combine the Disillusionment Charm with a basic Muggle smoke bomb—” James started.

“—and maybe a hovering charm so the whole corridor looks like a foggy battlefield,” Sirius finished, practically vibrating in his seat.

Across from them, Remus Lupin was attempting to read Defensive Magical Theory, jaw tight and eyebrows pulled together like storm clouds.

“I don’t know why you two thought the library was the best place to brainstorm a full-blown prank,” Remus muttered, eyes flicking from his book to his parchment. “Some of us are trying to be productive.”

“Some of us,” Sirius said, cocking a brow, “are clearly just trying not to look over at the other table across from us again.”

Remus stilled, the tips of his ears reddening.

James smirked, setting his quill down dramatically. “It’s true. You’ve been glancing up every three minutes, mate. Do you want me to lend you my watch so you can time it better?”

“I am not—”

“—pining? Brooding? Suffering in scholarly silence?” Sirius grinned. “Remus, your tragic love story is happening live in the library and we’re the front-row audience.”

Remus groaned, pressing the heel of his palm against his temple. “You two are insufferable.”

Just a few tables down, you sat with Lily Evans and Mary Macdonald, parchment spread out in front of you as the three of you annotated your Transfiguration notes in neat, color-coded harmony. Well—at least you tried to.

Because every few moments, without meaning to, your gaze would flick upward. Always toward the same place. Always toward him.

Remus Lupin.

You weren’t even sure when it started. Perhaps in third year, when he’d helped you pick up a stack of books you’d dropped near the Herbology greenhouses, and you’d shared a laugh that made your cheeks ache. Or maybe it was during that Potions disaster in fifth year when the two of you had been paired together—pure chaos, but still, he’d looked at you like you were made of stars when you finally figured out the antidote.

He was clever, thoughtful, and ridiculously charming in that quietly sarcastic way that made your stomach twist. And Merlin help you—he had that broody, cardigan-wearing, chocolate-and-old-books energy that made your brain go fuzzy.

But he was also stubborn. Withdrawn. Hard to read when it mattered most. And you? You weren’t about to throw yourself at someone who clearly wasn’t going to make a move.

Even if you sort of—kind of—maybe wanted to.

“You’re staring again,” Lily whispered beside you, scribbling something into the margins of her parchment.

You blinked, suddenly caught. “I was not.”

“Darling,” Mary chimed in, barely glancing up, “you were practically burning a hole through his jumper.”

You flushed and tried to focus on your notes, scribbling a little too hard with your quill.

Back at the Marauders’ table, James leaned across to Sirius. “I’m giving him a week.”

“A week?” Sirius laughed. “You’re generous. I say three days before he finally admits he’s hopelessly in love with her.”

“Will you both shut up?” Remus hissed under his breath, flipping a page so aggressively it nearly tore. But then—

He looked up.

And your eyes met.

It was just a second. Two, maybe. But it felt like everything else in the library blurred out, like the quiet rustling of parchment and distant whispers turned into static. Your breath caught. So did his.

And then you blinked, and it was gone.

Remus dropped his gaze like he’d been hit with a Stunning Spell.

James let out a triumphant whistle. “I saw that! Moony, you romantic bastard.”

“I swear, if you say one more word—” Remus warned, but the heat creeping up his neck gave him away.

Across the room, Lily leaned toward you. “You’re really going to make him suffer like this forever, aren’t you?”

You bit back a smile, twirling your quill slowly. “He could talk to me, you know.”

Mary smirked. “So could you.”

You shrugged, lips twitching. “Where’s the fun in that?”

And he was, against all better judgment, completely ruined.

Meanwhile, you had noticed the glances too.

How could you not?

Every time you so much as flicked your gaze toward Remus, he looked away so fast you almost got whiplash. He was terribly bad at hiding it — which, truthfully, only made him more endearing.

You leaned toward Lily, whispering just loud enough for Mary to hear too.

“Think I should go over there and ask him if he’s lost something?”

Lily choked on a laugh, hiding it behind her hand.

Mary smirked.

“Oh, do it. Please. The poor boy’s about one compliment away from fainting.”

You shook your head, smiling into your parchment.

As much as you liked teasing him in your mind, the idea of confronting Remus Lupin — whose clever, tired smiles made your stomach somersault — was frankly terrifying.

Back at the boys’ table, Sirius and James were plotting.

“We need to do something,” Sirius said, stage-whispering. **“At this rate, he’ll pine himself into an early grave.”

James leaned in conspiratorially. “Operation: Push Moony Off The Ledge?”

“Brilliant.”

Remus caught the look exchanged between them and narrowed his eyes.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Who, us?” Sirius said innocently.

Before Remus could argue, James and Sirius had both loudly and obnoxiously dropped a very heavy tome on Remus’s half of the table, conveniently open to a page titled:

“Twelve Foolproof Ways To Impress The Witch of Your Dreams.”

Remus turned a shade of crimson that would’ve impressed a Weasley.

He slammed the book shut and hissed: “You absolute prats—”

And that was the exact moment he glanced up — and caught you looking at him, amused, eyes sparkling with barely hidden laughter.

He froze.

It was like someone had floored him. Like time slowed.

Your mouth curved into the faintest, teasing smile before you turned back to your friends, whispering something that made Lily snort into her sleeve.

Remus sat there, heart hammering against his ribs, quill forgotten entirely.

“Smooth,” Sirius said, voice vibrating with laughter. “Real smooth, Moony.”

“I hate you,” Remus muttered.

James patted his shoulder sympathetically.

“We’re doing this for your own good, mate. You’re hopeless.”

Meanwhile, across the library, Lily and Mary were also plotting.

“You have to do something,” Lily urged you. **“He looks like he’s going to pass out if you so much as wave at him.”

Mary added, grinning: “At this point, it’s cruelty to leave him hanging.”

You rolled your eyes, though warmth crept into your cheeks.

“Maybe after we finish this essay…”

(You both knew you wouldn’t wait that long.)

Across the library, two separate operations had been launched — each with the sole mission of pushing two stubborn people toward the inevitable.

And neither of you had a chance.

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

“Excuse me sir! There must someone you’ve confused me for!”

Having Angel withdrawal again sorry guys :/ its time for some uhh… prologue stuff?? I think thats right. Anyway! As I mentioned in this lovely post, when sinners die the time it takes for them to wake up in hell and where they wake up depends on how they died. So for Angels case his body was formed in hell in a hospital bed cause thats where he died so theres like fibres and metal in his body from being formed around a hospital bed! This is also going to go into how regenerating and how injuries work so get ready! Basically whatever your body was originally formed and made out of regenerates eventually, you can have scars if theyre really big (uncommon since the injury usually kills you) but if you die again in hell they go away. Angel gets injured quite a lot and none of these injuries are permanent. That isn’t to say you can heal by killing yourself though! If you do die while injured there may actually be lasting complications since bodies in hell are typically made to regenerate while gravely wounded. Its kind of like a fucked up computer so if you have a broken leg and die by say snapping your neck the body may get confused and regenerate bones and such incorrectly. Or it may not! Its hell who knows! Ill likely figure out a more concrete plan and way that it works but at the moment I enjoy this aspect of hell to not have a random cheat code and instead include some body horror. Its hell so like some stuff is probably confusing right??

Back to Angel, later on around season 1 in the rewrite he also has throat surgery to remove his deformed inner fangs and those DO actually stay gone because certain hospitals in hell (usually expensive ones) have tools from sloth that have been permitted by Lucifer. Similar to how Stolas got that lust portal gem or whatever. Angels body wasn’t supposed to form like that and this is a common thing to happen with sinners that die “long-term” and that sounds confusing but it really just means sinners that die in comatose-esque ways like Angel. His body was dying over the course of months (December to March to be exact) so parts of his body formed over complicated or were underdeveloped like the aforementioned fangs (that were originally meant to form inside of his mouth and not his throat) that would randomly bare themselves and stab his own throat, paralyzing Angel temporarily. Other examples would be parts of his legs and smaller stomach.

This is the surgery Angel got by the way (expenses covered by Velvette but thats a whole other plot line)

On top of this I also wanted to draw Angel’s old markings (at least one of them). Prior to Valentino, Angel looked much similar marking-wise to his original comic designs where he was more purple and yellow with all the fun skulls and stripes. Though, with how contracts work in my rewrite, Angel loses the markings and they change into hearts after his contract and cannot return to normal after his contract is terminated. The same is true for Husker and Niffty. This whole piece is really just supposed to capture to horror of waking up after being comatose and you’re suddenly not yourself anymore and also not where you were for the past months and your entire anatomy is changed. Can you imagine waking up without bones??? In 1947??? Id have a breakdown personally!

I also wanted to use green for that sick gross feeling. Kind of the dread you feel before throwing up, but also to represent Angel’s later feelings of envy that I was unable to present in his design. I really like pink characters in green atmospheres if you can’t tell. If I think of more stuff to add to this post I will, but for now it’s just a lot of lore. Hopefully you all enjoy it!

[eri-pl]

Yet another B&L AU rework:

C&C are not Stupid Evil, but the rest of the story still can happen

(They aren't exactly good, but they're the normal Feanorian level of "Silmaril-focused" and not cartoonishly villainous.)

OK, so what's Celegorm's and Curufin's main goal, or at least technically should be? In the canon it's political influence, but technically it should be reclaiming the Silmaril. And "letting Beren get it, then getting it from Beren" does seem like a better plan for it than "killing Beren before he can get the Silmaril". And yes, they do have some data suggesting that Beren can do it, to be precise: Finrod's foresight. It's at least possible that C&C knew that Finrod had some spoilers about this plan working.

Also, in case this wasn't known: there is absolutely nothing in any version of the Oath of Feanor saying that they have to kill or harm people who *are planning to* get a Silmaril. Only those who keep it or hoard or or in hand take it. Before the Silmarili is present in the scene, they're free to do whatever, including actually helping.

So:

Beren comes to Nargothrond. C&C are not complete jerks, so Finrod trusts them more, so all 4 of them meet to talk about what to do,

No, Thingol cannot be persuaded, Finrod knows him.

Basically C&C tell Beren that they wish him luck but also if he succeeds, they'd have to kill him (unless he gives them the Silmaril) and explains why. Beren says "So be it. I shall not fight you." [spoiler: yes, he won't] Lot of cool dramatic dialogue about fate and oaths etc, but they respect each other.

Also, Celegorm suggests doing it as a stealth mission instead of a frontal attack. It is a good idea, so Finrod takes only his 10 most trusted friends. He leaves C&C as unofficial administrators of the city, because Orodreth is very nice but has no sense of warfare and tactics and stuff like that.

Some time after Finrod and Beren left, C&C meet Lúthien as per the canon. They are more honest however. They do ask her what's her opinion about the Silmaril quest, and in between the lines (the Noldor know well the idea of "not taking badly about your family no matter what" so of course they don't expect an explicit answer) they all agree that Thingol was wrong to demand it. So C&C file Lúthien under "reasonable people". They take her to the city to decide how to proceed about her bad feeling / foresight about Beren.

Celegorm does fall in love with her, she does notice, it's awkward, but he's respectful about it. (Also, he assumes that they'd have to kill Beren anyway so the "how to force Thingol to agree to my marriage with his daughter, because she will *obviously* fall in love with me when Beren is dead" delusional plan is still a thing.)

They do eventually lock Lúthien up to keep her safe, and Huan too, because the prophecy is there and Sauron has wolves. Generally, Celegorm is being overprotective up to the point of disrespectfulness to both Lúthien and Huan. She says he's behaving like her father, he throws a bit of tantrum "I am not claiming other's sacred heritage!", but still, it's a very different situation than in the canon.

You know what? Celebrimbor also wants to go, also hats locked up for his safety.

C&C leave to save Finrod and Beren, leaving Orodreth to manage the city and watch Lúthien. So of course, Lúthien and Huan soon escape. And Tyelpe with them.

C&C get captured by Sauron and thrown in the dungeon with the rest. When only the main 4 are left, Celegorm gets to kill the wolf with his bare hands and teeth (as he should because this is very Celegorm-coded), probably to protect Curufin. He dies.

Lúthien arrives as per the canon, Sauron gets defeated and escapes. Tyelpe laughs at this, and/or makes some comments about the dungeons, generally a large dose of foreshadowing & dramatic irony happens. Because I love it and couldn't miss the opportunity.

Lúthien saves Beren, Finrod (who is wounded), and Curufin.

As Finrod needs to heal and Curufin in grieving and thb quite scared (and had the wonderful excuse of "my son needs to be taken to safety" even though said son just sort of rescued him, week, he was part of the team..) , they decide that they three will get Sauron's ex-prisoners safely to Nargothrond and B&L will proceed with the quest. Maybe. Eventually. Or just hang out in the forest.

Curufin gives Beren his magic-ish knife, because it can cut the Silmaril out. Also (though he doesn't mention that) because Curufin has a kind of foresight or mental link with the knife and will know how the quest proceeds.

Also he again demands that they give him the Silmaril if they manage to steal it, especially now when Celegorm had died for this. It's the "We will fight to death but not yet, also I respect you a lot" thing, I think it's a bit of a trope in some genres?

B&L as in the canon take a break and later continue.

Curufin leaves Nargothrond in secret, to intercept them, but Finrod notices (he was expecting this) and follows him. Tyelpe realizes that they left your late to follow them.

Finrod catches up to Curufin at the gates of Angband. It's very angsty and sad for the both of them because they know they will fight. They say farewell to one another and maybe cry.

B&L do the deed, on their way out before even Carcaroth they meet Curufin demanding the gem and Finrod trying to calm him down. Finrod and Curufin fight. Finrod is not trying to hurt his cousin, just to keep him from reaching Beren. He fights only defensively. Eventually Curufin kills him. He's sad.

In the meantime, B&L deal with Carcaroth as in the canon and escape with the help of an Eagle. Curufin probably shots them in the back (misses) and then escapes because Carcaroth is focused on them, and eventually returns to Maedhros.

B&L proceed as in the canon, only instead of "Celegorm tried to do this and that" getting the reason why their descendents hate the feanorians, it's "Curufin killed Finrod"

The Sons of Feanor are even more furious than in the canon because Celegorm died for the Silmaril and now Thingol is keeping it. Still, their letter to Thingol is more coordinated (there's no secret nasty letter from Curufin) and somewhat more diplomatic than "we'll kill all your people".

Oh, and since Tyelpë had no reason to disown his father earlier, he does so only now, in a letter, because of killing Finrod. Or maybe he doesn't but he stays in Nargothrond anyway, feeling guilty and torn. Anyway he doesn't get back to his father.

Regardless, both sides feel betrayed and so, after Thingol's death, the Kinslaying proceeds as normal except without Celegorm. E&Ev1 still get lost in a forest, maybe in an act of revenge by someone who was really grieved by Celegorm's death.

PS: feel free to use this if you want. I'd love to see this version of events in proper prose, but I don't think like writing it myself in any foreseeable future.

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Ghost (Loki Love Story) Ch.25

Summary: Somehow Loki is back from the dead and.. quite literally, stuck with you! and his methods on trying to 'fix this' seems a bit to exotic for your taste.. but dead or alive, a god of mischief is still a god of mischief.

Rating: R

Theme Song: Ghost by Confetti

“I’m.. I’m still mad at you..’’ your voice managed to shudder out.

‘’and I’m sincerely apologizing..’’ Loki whispered while he slowly added another finger, making your back arch and fingers curl into the sheets.

Quite frankly, if someone was to ask you what you had been arguing about, you wouldn’t have remembered now. However most of the time when you and Loki disappeared, everyone knew it was going to take awhile- so they headed out without you.

Your little green dress clung to your waist, having been pushed up for Loki to eagerly gain more access while he buries his head between your thighs. He insisted on you wearing his colors often- and when you did, you both normally would wind up back in the same situation.

Not that you minded..

‘’sometimes I think you just find ways to piss me off because you know it normally leads to this..’’ you pant, eyes fluttering up to the ceiling while that beautiful coil began to tighten.

‘’seems like you’re starting to catch on darling..’’ Loki smirked, raising his head briefly to wink at you where you caught a glimpse of your essence on his lips and chin.

You blushed but he cut off whatever remark you were about to say by diving his tongue back into your core. You were a panting, weeping mess in no time where you just begged him to let you cum finally but once more, he stopped himself to pay attention to the inside of your thighs, sucking and nipping while you frustratedly reached for his hair.

‘’Lokiii..’’ you tried not to whine and he sat up, dodging your eager fingers that planned on putting him back where you needed him.

‘’begging will only want me to keep you here longer..’’ Loki practically moaned, a hand pawing at his groin that tightened in his black dress pants. Gods he looked so good in that all black suit..

‘’we’re going to be late..’’ you warned, sitting up on your elbows while your spaghetti straps fell down your arms, causing his eye contact to leave yours while he remained at the foot of the bed.

‘’it’s not like Stark wont throw another party, he has one every weekend.’’ Loki waved it off while he slowly placed a knee on the mattress, moving his body to begin hovering above yours while his palms placed themselves beside your waist, pausing your chin to tilt up a little to look at him while he looked down at you.

‘’this one is different, remember? A congratulations ceremony?” you hinted, playfully poking his nose with yours.

‘’do Midgardians normally find any excuse to throw a party just because one has done well over the simplest of tasks?” he said dryly, growing bored over the topic and began sucking at your neck, gently nudging your head to the side with his nose to give him more access while your eyes closed.

‘’well think about it, SHIELD has been on your ass since day one of being here.. the first time. Now that you proved your not going to be a little shit for world domination, its to congratulate you could basically walk the streets without cuffs.’’ You said just as dryly as his but with a slight distraction by his mouth at your skin.

‘’it would seem their rubbish way of speaking is beginning to rub off on you..’’ he says carefully and looks at you with fake seriousness and jealousy. ‘’who are you hanging out with?”

“I’m serious Loki,’’ you say gentle and offer him a smile. ‘’I remember when I first got here, coding wasn’t easy to learn. You picked it up in a day; with a job now you can start a life.. we can start a life..’’

The last part had Loki blink at you, as if you had said some magic words he wasn’t sure he heard correctly. sitting himself up, he sat back on his heels to look down at you, hands gently on your bare knees with thumbs rubbing eagerly against your skin. ‘’what are you referring to darling?”

‘’well.. life at the tower has been nice.. but I’m sure Tony would want to not have to install the sound proof boards.. and I’ve been thinking that I could sell my place at New Asgard and perhaps look for something new.. fresh..’’ your cheeks reddened a little while you bit your bottom lip. ‘’..with you..’’

‘’darling.. are you referring to us finding our own living quarters together?” he asked slowly,  a hint of hopefulness in his voice while he studied your reaction.

‘’yes, wherever you wan- Loki!” you gasped when his head dove back between your legs, causing you to fall back on your back and to squirm beneath his mouth that resumed with eagerness and promise.

His moans sent vibrations through your core, plunging his tongue into you while the nip of his nose rubbed and pressed against your stimulated clit. Your head thrashed from side to side, squeezing your legs together against his head while his hands wrapped around your thighs and kneaded the flesh. He took turns once more suckling and flicking his tongue against your bud before moving back to tongue fuck your entrance.

In no time you were back at that glorious edge, panting and fingers gripping his hair with a threat that he shouldn’t pull back this time. A growl at your pressure on his locks was all you needed before your orgasm crashed.

‘’LOKI!!!” you moaned, your back arched while your shook from head to toe.

His hands gripped your hips, keeping them pinned down while he didn’t let up on his ministrations, causing you to squirm and whither under his mouth while you panted and tensed. Once he made sure he received every single drop, his movements began to slow, helping you ride out until you looked completely fucked over and limp.

With a smug and satisfied look, he crawled up your body and the sound of a zipper got your attention back with widened eyes.

‘’don’t think I was done with you darling.’’ Loki smirked while you already felt his tip press at your entrance. ‘’I know you can give me one more..’’

‘’p-please..’’ you whispered, completely uncaring for the party now- better to be fashionably late when there were bigger things to handle.

‘’as she commands..’’ Loki whispered before he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, earning an eager moan from you while you pressed up into him, deepening the kiss while his tip slowly made its way into you.

‘’gods we have fucked countless times and you’re still so goddamn tight..’’ Loki gritted out, pressing his forehead between your neck and shoulder while a hand gripped your waist while the other supported his weight beside your head.

‘’who have you been hanging out with?” you teased, the use of Midgardian cuss terms still surprising you.

For that, he slowly but without stopping, pushed himself into your cunt, a gasp leaving your mouth while your fingers gripped onto his shoulders, nails digging and a shiver of pleasure consuming you once more.

‘’you, you, and only you. Just.. the way.. I like it..’’’ Loki panted, emphasizing each word with a thrust while he rested his weight now on his elbow while his hand curled around your head to cradle it, holding you close while he buried his face in your hair.

‘’gods I love you..’’ you breathed, your arms wrapping around his neck to hold him close while you felt his body tense and his body pause briefly at his thrusts before he started up again.

‘’you know what those words do to me darling..’’ he warned, not wanting to finish to soon while you began to press open mouth kisses to his neck.

‘’say it..’’ you whispered, your voice begging while you nuzzled into him and felt his rhythm pick up speed.

‘’I love you too..’’ Loki breathed, the hand on your hip tightening to press firmer on his hip while the bed began to shake with his movement.

‘’again..’’ you begged, almost pleading while your hips rose and met his movements as well.

‘’I love you..’’ he panted, beginning to pound into your cunt while your nails started to dig into his back through the clothing.

‘’please..’’ you begged, your eyes fluttering while your chin nose, resting against his shoulder while his hand left your hip to curl under your waist, holding you close against him while he bit into your shoulder.

‘’I love you Y/N!”

You cried out his name once more, your cunt gripping onto his cock like a vise while your orgasm washed over you, gripping onto him like your life depended on it.

While you milked him, Loki was close to follow before he to came and moaned out your name, firm thrusts pushing into you before he pushed deep and stilled, teeth still gripping onto your flesh like a caught animal while his body shook and twitched.

You both caught your breath, holding onto each other while his body slowly pressed against yours, doing his best not to crush you with his weight but enough to feed his exhaustion by resting down. Slowly he released his teeth from you, making you tense ever so slightly when he ran his tongue over the mark before his lips lazily traveled to your neck.

You sighed in contentment, a tired smile tugging your lips before your eyes fluttered open, feeling Loki’s lips began to get more firm against your skin and heading towards your cleavage.

‘’Loki..’’ you warned.

A frustrated exhale left his nostrils while he slightly pulled out to lower his body more so he could rest his head against your half-covered breasts, accommodating your heights while he grumbled. ‘’do we have to stay long?”

‘’..no, but not short enough to seem rude. This is for you after all, everyone’s proud of you.’’ You smiled, a hand stroking his hair while he closed his eyes.

‘’I have no interest in their reasons, I do it just to make you happy.’’

‘’..you don’t like the job?” you asked, not exactly surprised but it at least gave him a reason to function while being out of SHIELD’s watch radar.

‘’I tolerate it. Seeing you there makes it enjoyable.’’

You had to snort ‘’as if we get much work done around each other.’’

‘’and bless the one that creates the schedules where those blessed days grant us to work simultaneously.’’ You could hear the smile in Loki’s voice while you rubbed his back as well with the other hand, feeling his own hands hold your waist while the other had found its way to your ass.

‘’do you think we’ll grow sick of each other?” the question was a jest, one where you found Loki sharing the same smile while he raised his head to look at you.

‘’darling, like it or not.. you’re stuck with me.’’

FINALE! I'd like to thank everyone who's stuck with me on this journey! this was truly so much fun to write and has sparked several other ideas along the way for more books/one shots! perhaps when I'm rich someday with plenty of time on my hands, there's a book two in the future LOL thought I'd end the book with what we all secretly and opening enjoy Lol feel free to shoot a message :D I'd love to have feedback and I'll see you in the next story!

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A Chance of Fate (Lee Know) - Chapter 1 - Know Your Cats

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Chapter 2

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Chapter 1 - Know Your Cats

Chapter word count: 4.4k words

It was cold.

The winter wind hit your cheeks mercilessly, bringing a chill down your spine and making you shiver.

Why me?  You thought, tears stinging the corners of your eyes but not daring to fall yet. Crying made you tired, and you were already tired enough. Your feet were swollen from the walking, your arms sore from carrying the small bag with the few items you managed to take with you, and your back hurt from the weight of your ever-growing belly.

7 months.

That’s how long you’ve been pregnant for.

You were one of the unlucky ones who didn’t see pregnancy as this wonderful miracle the media made it out to be. For you, it was the most horrible thing you could’ve gone through. 

The first three months, you’ve been sick and felt the need to throw up each time you smelled anything. Anything. The next 3 months, you’ve felt so tired, you could barely get out of bed. Another nail in the coffin of your relationship. It also didn’t help that your partner has been borderline abusive ever since you told him about the baby – which was the very reason you’ve left at this late hour basically penniless.

And now, the cravings. Damn, these fucking cravings – what made you stop in front of a small restaurant called “Know your Cats”.

What a strange name, you thought and chuckled a bit.

From outside, “Know your Cats” looked like a cosy place. There didn’t seem to be too many people in, probably because of the late hour, but whatever they ordered smelled amazing. You wanted to eat it so badly. So, you went in and sat down at one of the tables in the corner of the small restaurant, as far away as possible from other people. You didn’t dare to take off your winter coat yet, but inside was warm. So warm, it almost warmed up your heart too.

Soon enough, a young waiter approached you.

“Good evening, ma’am, what can I get for you? Considering that I haven’t seen you here before, it must be the first time you come to our restaurant. So, maybe I could bring you something to drink while you consult the menu. Maybe some water?” he spoke quickly in a friendly tone and pulled out a pen and a small notebook.

Watching him talk so fast was pretty funny to you, you thought his chubby cheeks looked amusing when so many words per second would get out of his mouth.

“Uhm… sorry, but…” you didn’t dare raise your head, aware of the light bulb towering above you. After all, you’ve chosen to leave home at such a late hour for two reasons:

1. Your partner was away God knows where.

2. The dark bruises all over you. Ah, and your busted lip, the accessory that completed your look. The cherry on top.

However, the boy didn’t seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn’t say anything about it.

“… I was wondering what the people over there are having… it smells really good.”

“Oh, thank you! That’s our dear owner’s speciality! A secret recipe, if you will!”

The boy’s excitement brought a smile to your lips.

“It’s really just a fancy pork ragu.” He whispered, winking.

“Could I please know how much a serving costs?” you spoke quietly, counting in your head how much money you had in your pocket.

$7. Yes, that’s all your dear partner left for you to get some food when he left “on a business trip” 5 days ago. You knew that this was just code for cheating, and you cursed yourself yet again for not keeping your job 5 months ago when your pregnancy symptoms started getting worse. If you did, maybe you wouldn’t have endured his abuse for so long.

God, how could you have been so stupid? You weren’t even married, yet you let yourself become completely dependent on him as soon as the pregnancy test came out positive. You let him drag you down, comment on your weight, physically and financially abuse you, yet you stayed for so long. The thought of homelessness weighed heavier than everything else you’ve experienced living with him, until it didn’t.

“That’s $15. Would you also like something to drink with it? I heard orange juice is one of the best drinks to have while pregnant, and the owner makes a delicious one!”

$15. But you only had $7.

He scribbled something in the notepad and kept talking, but you didn’t even hear anything else he said. You just felt your eyes swell up with tears again, your vision getting blurry.

You were so hungry.

You started petting your belly and thought of the small child growing inside of you. There were no words to describe how terrible you felt for putting your future child through this. If you were alone, you wouldn’t mind going hungry, but knowing that you were hurting someone else as well – someone you loved so much already – was killing you.

“I… I can’t afford that…” you smiled bitterly, your voice so quiet, barely audible. “Maybe… there’s something on your menu that’s $7 or less?”

“I don’t think…” the young waiter rubbed his nape apologetically.

“That’s- that’s okay, I’m so sorry to have wasted your time.” You tightened the coat around your frame and prepared yourself mentally to get up and face the cold again.

Where were you going to go?

You didn’t want to think about it. But oh, you should’ve. You should’ve thought about it long ago and made a viable escape plan. Instead, you left with a small bag, $7 in your pockets and an almost empty phone. You also threw out your keys in one of the trash cans around the building you lived in with your partner, just to make sure you wouldn’t return.

“You know what, please wait a second. Stay here. Don’t go anywhere, okay?” The young waiter said quickly and turned his back at you, hurrying towards the counter.

Like you had anywhere you could go.

~

“Hey, everything good? What’s got you running like that?” Minho started, amused by Han’s speed so late in the evening.

“Hyung, what should we do?”

Minho raised an eyebrow.

“There’s this woman – I don’t have all the details, obviously, but she looks… she has bruises all over. And she’s pregnant. And she only has $7 and-”

“Hey, slow down a bit, will you?”

“What I’m saying is” – he inhaled loudly – “let’s give her some food on the house. What do you think?”

“And why would we do that?” Minho raised an eyebrow.

“Hyung, don’t be so cold. Let’s help her! Please???”

“Why should we? We don’t owe anyone anything. Who comes to a restaurant with no money anyway?” Minho cursed out.

“You know what? Just go over there and see for yourself, if you don’t want to give her anything on the house, then I’ll pay for her meal myself! Greedy bastard.” Han replied in an annoyed tone.

“Yah, it’s not like business’ been going so well lately, asshole!” Minho rolled his eyes and cursed him out.

However, he wasn’t actually as indifferent as he wanted to seem – and he couldn’t ignore what Han said either. Maybe that’s what made him so special in his friend’s eyes. So, Minho went and grabbed a glass of some freshly squeezed orange juice.

Han said she was pregnant, maybe she has morning sickness? He thought, so he poured out some ginger tea as well. That helped Chan’s wife – one of his closest friends – when she was pregnant. It should help you too, right?

With a glass of juice in his right hand and a cup of tea in his left, he made his way over the bar to the only occupied corner in the room. The loud table in the middle of the restaurant motioned for him to come and requested the check, but Han was right behind Minho, so he took care of them in an instant, seeing them out and locking the door behind them, making sure to turn the “Closed” sign around.

~

Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the sound of two glass objects hitting the table.

You raised your head and noticed a glass filled with what you assumed to be orange juice, and a cup with a lid on top, but before you could investigate what was in it, the fresh smell hit your nostrils, bringing a smile on your face.

Ginger tea, your favourite.

A good-looking man took the seat in front of you. He was very beautiful. It was like his face was painted by a skilled artist – his mouth, nose and eyelashes looked perfect, and his skin was flawless, almost making you jealous.

Boys always have the best eyelashes. You thought, glossing over his features once more.

You quickly noticed that what you liked the most about him were his eyes. A deep shade of brown orbs that glistened like stars under the restaurant’s light. And they were looking right at you, observing your every move and mannerism. Catching a glimpse of your own reflection in his eyes made you unwittingly frown.

You noticed quickly what he was wearing: a casual shirt and jeans and an apron. Is he the chef? You questioned, but before you could say anything, the man introduced himself.

“Hello, I’m Minho, the owner of the restaurant. Please.” He said, a kind smile forming in the corners of his mouth, while pointing at the drinks he brought.

“Hello, Minho. Thank you.” You smiled back and took a small sip of the orange juice. “This tastes nice. I’m Dal-Rae, by the way.”

Dal-Rae… Minho analysed your name in his head for a few seconds, thinking about how pretty it sounds. And looking at you, it seemed fitting, somehow.

Even with how tired your figure was, Minho could still be able to see behind the fatigue and notice your beautiful features.

“Nice to meet you, Dal-Rae, and welcome to Know your Cats.” He gestured proudly to the restaurant, making you chuckle.

“That’s a very funny name. What’s the inspiration behind it?”

“Well, that would be my three cats.”

“Oh my God, you have three cats?! That’s amazing!” You exclaimed, excited by the new information.

“You think so? Do you like cats?” He asked, his eyes sparkling.

“I love them! I always wanted one but…” but you never considered yourself responsible enough to take care of yourself, let alone of another living, breathing being. Or at least that’s what your partner made you believe about yourself the whole time you lived with him.

“You will never be a good mother” he would tell you. “You wouldn’t even be able to take care of a hamster, let alone a cat. And now you’re pregnant?! How will someone as horrible as you take care of a baby?! Don’t make me laugh!”

And you always believed him. After all, he knew you so well. Right?

“So, why did you keep it? Are you that self-centred? Did you really have to do this so I’ll never leave you?” he would scream at you, forgetting that it took two to tango. Forgetting that he was the one that took off the condom without your knowledge and permission so many months ago.

“You wanna see some pics?” Minho smiled genuinely and took out his phone, shifting your focus back at him. He seemed very hopeful that you would say yes, for some reason.

“I’d love to!” You replied honestly. You truly loved cats. They were adorable balls of fur, and you would cuddle with them all day if given the chance.

“That’s great! Okay, but before that… Jisung? Please bring out some servings of the special recipe for us, will you?” he spoke, and then opened his gallery and started showing you cute pictures of his three cats.

You learnt that their names were Soonie, Doongie and Dori and you pretty much remembered which was which from the first picture he showed you, something that truly surprised Minho. Not even Han knew all their names, and even if he would somehow remember them, he would mix up Doongie and Soonie. But for real now, was it so difficult to remember that Soonie had stripes and Doongie had a white belly? Come on!

“By the way, you can make yourself comfortable and take off your jacket. You must be hot with so many layers on you.” He got up and helped you with your winter coat, placing it neatly on a chair next to you.

“Oh, thank you…”

Jisung brought the food soon after you and Minho made some more small talk. He brought three servings with him and placed a plate in front of you, one in front of Minho and one in front of an empty seat, which he was quick to take.

Both Han and Minho started eating, but you felt a bit… weird. Out of place.

“Anything wrong?” Minho asked concerned, noticing that you didn’t even put your hand on the spoon.

“I… I really can’t… pay for this, unless… you accept $7?” You asked unsure and grabbed the crumbled notes from your coat pockets. You tried straightening out the notes as well as you could, but when you handed it to Minho, you noticed he looked at you with a big frown on his face, his eyes immediately softening.

He put his hands on the one hand you gave him that was still holding the money, and made you close it into a fist. It was his way of telling you that you should keep it.

“Don’t worry about it, you already paid when you listened to this weirdo talk about his cats for 15 minutes straight.” Han replied and patted your shoulder, as if he was comforting you for enduring so much.

“Yah, loudmouth, shut it!” Minho retorted. “And you better start eating while it’s still hot.” He took the spoon in front of you off the table and looked at you expectantly, as you hesitantly put the money back in your coat. When you were done, he placed the spoon in your right hand, gesturing to the food. “Come on, eat. Or do I have to feed you myself?” He kept looking at you, coercing you into trying a bite.

And damn, were you right! It not only smelled amazing, but it tasted heavenly.

“Fuck me, this is so good!” You said with no filter, forgetting for a moment that the men in front of you were, in fact, not your friends.

But eating with them did feel like getting food with a friend. Maybe that’s why you relaxed so much and spoke your mind freely, for what felt like the first time in years. You were not allowed to curse when you lived with your ex. It would start a raging fit from him, because “What kind of woman has such a rotten mouth?”, and you would regret opening your mouth and saying anything.

“Oops, excuse me!” you said, covering your mouth with your hands.

The two men, however, seemed to not mind your lack of manners, and started cheering when you told them that you loved the food.

~

“Thank you so much for this.” You said to Minho, both of you looking at how Han cleaned up the now empty table in the middle of the room. “Truly.”

“No worries.” Minho replied nonchalantly, his eyes darting away from you. Despite his indifferent tone, his mannerisms indicated that he’s somewhat nervous, as he rubbed his nape in slight embarrassment.

“I… uhm… really feel bad for not paying you at all for this. Like I said, I can only give you this much, but…” you grabbed your coat so you could take out the money again, but before you were able to do so, Minho stopped you by placing his hand on your wrist.

“Please keep them, that’s okay.”

“But…”

“I’m serious.” He looked straight at you, his glance alone convincing you to let it go. You didn’t want to risk annoying him, and it seemed your conversation would take that direction if you kept insisting.

“Okay. Uhm… I should take my leave now.” You said, petting your belly and grabbing your small hand luggage.

“Where are you going? Home…?” Minho treaded carefully, his words holding an inexplicable weight over you.

Home… I don’t have a home anymore.

You shook your head and tried to push the thoughts away, and tried thinking logically for once. Where could you go?

Letting out a small sigh, you replied, slightly dejected.

“Well… there should be a women's shelter about 4 km from here.”

“4 km?! Don’t tell me you plan on walking over there at 1 am in the middle of a winter night.”

You didn’t understand why his tone suddenly changed, and nor did Minho. He shouldn’t give two shits for a stranger, but he was somehow… worried for you?

“I mean… I don’t really have a choice… It’s not that far. I can make it. It’s only an hour walk away.” You replied, trying to convince him and yourself as well. The truth was that you were so tired, you could fall asleep if you put your head on the table, and your feet hurt so bad.

Being pregnant sucked.

“Let me take you. Jisung will be done in a minute and then we can go.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly- You already helped me so much.”

“I don’t even wanna hear it. Han, hurry up!”

“THERE’S STILL THE DISHES LEFT, HYUNG!”

“Just leave them. I’ll do them tomorrow morning.”

“OKAY THEN! I’M COMING!”

Without a second thought, Minho grabbed your bag and gestured to you that you could now go. Han went his own way, while Minho guided you to his car, in the opposite direction.

He opened the door for you and helped you in, actions that somehow made your stomach clench. No one’s acted so nice towards you. Ever.

And he was doing that for a complete stranger.

He started the car and drove to the destination you put in the GPS, and for the first time in your life, you felt an overwhelming feeling of safety. How funny it was – to feel so safe next to a stranger, when you haven’t once felt safe next to your so-called boyfriend – or rather, ex.

You were once again on the verge of crying as you’ve made this realisation in your head. How come you felt safe next to Minho? Was this really how you were supposed to feel next to someone else? Relieved, protected…

How come you’ve never felt this way before, next to your ex?

The 4-minute drive would’ve taken you more than an hour walk in the cold, so you now appreciated Minho even more for giving you a ride.

“So, this is it, right?” He said, parking in front of a small building that had all the lights off.

Weird, you thought and nodded unsure.

You both got out of the car and walked towards the building’s door, a small paper on it drawing your attention, almost burning your eyes.

“Unfortunately, due to a funding issue, the “Stay Safe” Women Shelter had to shut down indefinitely. In case of emergency, we recommend contacting our affiliate, “House of Hope” Homeless Shelter (+0X 0XXXXXXXXX) and they should offer you the help you need. We apologise for any inconvenience!”

The way your face dropped did not go unnoticed by Minho. It became clear to him that this has been your only escape route.

You slowly took out your phone from your pocket and clumsily formed the number on the paper, barely able to see with your screen’s brightness so low. You couldn’t turn it up though, since your battery percentage was so low, so you struggled and squinted your eyes, carefully pressing on each number on your phone, which proved to be so much more difficult through the tears building up in your eyes. It was getting harder and harder to swallow back the lump in your throat.

After a few rings, someone answered.

“House of Hope Homeless Shelter, this is Kelly, how may I assist you?”

“Good evening… I am contacting you because I needed some help and… I was just in front of the Stay Safe Shelter…”

“Oh, good evening, ma’am. Were you looking for a place to stay tonight?”

“Not just tonight… I don’t know for how long…”

“Are you alone, or are there also kids with you?”

“It’s just me… I’m 7 months pregnant.”

“We understand… Unfortunately, our shelter is full at the moment. The government retracted most of our funding, so these are difficult times. However, if you would be able to wait for a few minutes, I will try to contact other shelters to see if anyone would be able to take you in for now.”

“Oh…okay.”

“Thank you, ma’am, I will get back to you shortly.”

~

You let Minho know of the phone conversation and told him to head home, but he was adamant you would leave with him, or at least wait for the phone call in the comfort of the heated car. After some convincing, you found each other listening to some slow songs on the radio, enjoying the car’s warmth and watching the year’s first snow through the windshield.

Despite the peaceful atmosphere, you were restless and anxious. Your hands were trembling, and you couldn’t think straight. Where else would you go?

Minho didn’t say anything either. He kept thinking of ways to calm you down: should he lay his hand on top of yours and tell you that everything was going to be okay? Should he say anything at all? Why was he still with you, anyway?

You tried to think of anything else and ignore the feeling of impending doom settling in your stomach, so you looked out the window. Small snowflakes would land on the car’s hood and immediately turn to water due to the heat.

Your eyes would dart to Minho from time to time, who seemed to be lost in his own little world as he watched the same scene in front of you - the snowflakes dancing in the sky and landing on the car - and you remembered that one belief that watching the first snowfall of the year with someone would lead to falling in love with them. However, it felt like such a foolish thought, you immediately let it go.

25 minutes later, your phone’s ringtone snapped you both out of your trance. You made a mental note to change your ringtone after how anxious it made you feel right now, being sure that you won’t be able to keep hearing it again after this horrendous day.

“Yes?”

“Hello, ma’am? We apologise for the delay. Unfortunately, we were unable to find any shelter close to your location that would be able to accommodate you for tonight. We recommend going to a police station and asking for help, and you could try calling again tomorrow, when possible new resources would be available.”

“I… Seriously?” You started, but when the lady started apologising countless times on the phone for not being able to help you out, you simply ended the call. You wished the earth would swallow you whole, making you disappear for good.

But then you slapped yourself mentally. How could you be so selfish as to wish to disappear? You were not alone anymore. Your body was not yours alone anymore, and your baby didn’t deserve any of your selfish thoughts. You needed to be strong.

“What did they say?” Minho asked anxiously.

Why was he feeling like this anyway? This was so stupid, you thought. You’re no one. You’re just a random woman who stumbled upon his restaurant and took advantage of his kindness.

“They… they aren’t able to help me, so they recommended I go to a police station for tonight. Perhaps tomorrow, they’ll make some room…”

“Then, should we go to a police station…?” Minho hesitated.

You snorted and turned to him, answering in a more annoyed tone than you would’ve liked to.

“Do you think I can go to the police looking like this?!”

Minho’s eyes grew wide, conveyed in them what could only be described as shock. You didn’t want to lose your cool, not against this man who’s been nothing but kind to you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. I just… I’m very stressed right now and that didn’t come out as I wanted it to, and-”

“Why? Why can’t you go to the police? Are you trying to protect whoever did this to you?!” Minho cut you off and replied in an equally annoyed tone as you. However, despite the harshness in his voice, you didn’t get the feeling that he was angry. Instead, it felt more like he was scolding you.

“It’s not that! It’s just… I’m scared, okay? I’m scared they will ask me questions and when I tell them the truth, he’ll find out and come get me. He’ll… he’ll definitely find out. He’ll find me, and I’m scared of him. I just want me and my baby to be safe!” You continued, losing your composure for a moment and allowing this dreadful weakness to take over you. You started crying and placed your face steady between your palms, thinking about how pathetic you were being.

“Okay, you know what? I’m sure you are very tired right now.” He put one hand on top of your head and petted it gently, making you raise your face and look at him. His eyes were kind and assuring. “Resting is also good for the baby.” He continued, and as he said that, he put the car into gear and drove off.

“Where…?” you tried to ask, confused, but you ended up choking on a sob.

“Back to the restaurant. I have some extra rooms. After a good night’s sleep, you’ll clear your head and be able to think better.”

“Minho…” you sobbed. “Really? I… I can’t-”

“It’s okay, Dal-Rae. It’s going to be okay. We’re going to figure everything out tomorrow.”

“Thank you so much, but… are you sure…?”

“Mhm.” Minho brushed you off with his hand and continued driving, both of you staying silent, listening to the soft tunes on the radio.

When you arrived, Minho led you upstairs. You were surprised that the place had stairs in the first place, since you didn’t notice them earlier. On the top of the stairs, a door was separating the restaurant and the three-bedroom apartment Minho lived in.

“It’s so the cats don’t go out.” he explained, and you understood what he meant as soon as he opened the door and Dori came running and screaming at the both of you.

“What’s up? Hungry?” Minho replied and scratched Dori’s chin, and as the sounds of his voice rang throughout the apartment, Doongie and Soonie spawned out of nowhere as well.

“Oh my god, hi babies!” You exclaimed and smiled, quickly placing yourself on your knees to pet them, since you couldn’t exactly bend, your belly being so large by now.

You didn’t notice Minho’s smile. He was stuck looking at how quickly his cats accepted you and let you scratch their fur, Soonie even purring against your stomach and petting itself on it lovingly.

“Okay, enough playing, it’s late. Let’s get you up.” Minho put his palms under your arms and lifted you from the ground like you were a kid, bringing a slight chuckle to your lips.

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Chapter 2

[fangface-xena]

dnd5e!yellowjackets HC

Since the last post about this ended up getting over like 5 notes I decided to actually flesh this out somewhat properly. To the incredibly niche group of people who will actually be interested in this, please let me know your thoughts!

Shauna: Soulknife Rogue + Path of Wild Magic Barbarian multiclass

I feel like there could be an argument for Bard with her writing but I feel like the whole brooding, tortured personality really lends itself to the rogue stereotype. Plus, how could we forget Mrs. ‘it’s just like riding a really gross fucked-up bike’... She's 100% proficient with finesse blade weapons. Charisma dumpstat queen! I also know in my heart of hearts she HAS to have some levels in Barbarian after the whole Lottie thing. No spoilers but "As folk of deep feeling, barbarians are especially susceptible to these wild influences, with some barbarians being transformed by the magic." (Barbarian: Path of Wild Magic, TCoE) tell me this isn't literally about her and Bard!Jackie's influence?

Jackie: College of Glamour Bard

College of Glamour has Jackie written ALL over it. Jackie who got picked to be captain because of her influence? Bet. Every single ability in this class sounds like it was written with this bitch in mind. 'weave a song of fey magic that imbues your allies with vigor and speed', 'charge your performance with seductive, fey magic', 'makes others want to serve you', 'makes you look more lovely and fierce', like bro come on. She'd be out on a quest serving face and giving little speeches like she did for Allie, throwing Bardic Inspirations left right and centre (especially at Shauna).

Lottie: Circle of the Shepherd Druid + Order Domain Cleric multiclass

I feel like this is such a clear cut one that I barely need to explain myself. I definitely think Lottie's a Druid as her main class, with some levels in Cleric and not the other way around. I don't think she set out to be a messiah of the wilderness, she was literally just a girl listening to the trees and kind of fell into it as the others started following her lead. Lottie's connection to the Wilderness and her willingness to lead the other girls towards its worshipping (Laura Lee style lmao) is so Shepherd coded lmfao. I was on the fence between Order, Tempest and Nature (basic and boring) for the Cleric subclass but I truly think Lottie's worshipping of the Wilderness comes from a place of following what she perceives as the natural order of things i.e. 'he doesn't belong to her', letting the cards pick who Snackie 2.0 is, 'It wants us to'... need I go on?

Natalie: Hunter Conclave Ranger if we're being basic / Gloom Stalker (Doom Stalker!) Ranger if we're being spicy

Okay so I am still undecided on this one and thoughts/opinions are so welcome. So, Natalie is definitely a Ranger, not just for the whole gun thing but because she's the literal embodiment of survival, even before they ever got stranded. Similarly to Bard!Jackie, I truly believe all ranger abilities apply so well to Natalie's character, especially if you think about her "outcast" status in school. Hunter is the most obvious subclass choice because she is quite literally the group's main hunter, but I feel like Gloom Stalker fits her present day character so well.

Taissa: Fiend Patron (?) Warlock + College of Eloquence Bard multiclass

Tai might be a lawyer-state senator girlboss, but she is haunted by a strange alter ego and a dude with no eyes FIRST! I definitely think her weird fugue self is her patron, but I'm not sure how that would translate into an actual subclass so I'll just stick with Fiend for now (Dirt Fiend!Tai my beloved). Besides being a grade A dirt eater, she's also got at least 3 levels in Bard for the College of Eloquence subclass since that's like textbook lawyer/politician. Unlike Natalie, I think her '96 self fits the multiclass aspect well and it definitely would still apply in school and then in the Wilderness.

Van: Oath of Devotion Paladin

Now, when I wrote this down in my notes app I did have it written as 'Paladin (OATH! OF! DEVOTION!!!!)' for a reason. This bitch is a ride or die (or get mauled by wolves) to her core. There are so many reasons why Paladin fits Van so well! Firstly, I think we can easily draw parallels with her goalkeeper position in football (fuck saying soccer). Her buying into Lottie's Wilderness cult stuff also heavily matches the Paladin schtick, but I think we can trace it back all the way to her relationship with Tai. Even before she embraces the Wilderness worshipping, she's so incredibly devoted to Tai that she risks dying just to go support her girlfriend in her mission to find help.

Misty: School of Illusion Wizard

Misty was a tricky one to figure out but I definitely thought it had to be a spell casting class. Despite her leg-chopping, cliff-pushing, stew-spiking antics, I don't think Misty would fit a melee or a more physical class very well. Out of all the casters, I think Wizard suits Misty the most because I do think everything Misty has, she's had to build herself. She had to learn how to adapt, whether that be socially (autistic queen) or practically (she'll learn any skill just to be useful an needed), in order to fit in in a way that the other girls just do. This aligns incredibly well with how Wizards don't have innate magical abilities, but do have an incredibly large pool of knowledge that they can gather. I was actually split between School of Enchantment or Illusion for the longest time, because I can see both of them applying to Misty to some degree. In the end, I went with school of Illusion because I don't think she is necessarily as charming and the Enchantment subclass suggests, given how off-putting she comes across even in the present timeline and to people who didn't know her weird, psycho little self in school. Instead, I feel like her ability to manipulate people comes from her fabricating situations and bending reality to match her wants and needs. Destroying the black-box, getting a nursing degree, being a goddamn citizen detective, are all ways that Misty has found to create the illusion that she's useful, needed, innocent, normal.

Some of these are way longer than others (also it's like 3 am and I have had my bodyweight in sangria tonight so idek if they're coherent) but I hope it's still an interesting read. I'm definitely up for discussing anything a bit further with anyone who actually cares enough to read this lmfao.

I've also decided to spend my Christmas holiday designing custom, Yellowjackets inspired character sheets for each of these bitches despite knowing fuck all about graphic design software so I might post those eventually.

[meowierz]

TW: MURDER + SUICIDAL THOUGHTS (?)

bro i got 20 billion ocs that I want to rp with but I always get scared and the teenaged basement deller that bullies ppl in me says "stfu that's cringe" so lemme get verbal conformation

i got these three fnaf ocs called "The Combo Meal" and lemme give a lore drop. also ik the tw looks scary but i didn't go into too much detail, i didn't want to jumpscare anyone tho

basically, this manager at a Burger Joint named "Patty's Burgers" has been secretly murdering his employees and stuffing their souls into the mascot suits. he does this so the suits can be more "life like", aka show more emotions and sound more human. multiple mangers and ceos do this at any location that has a robot mascot from "Larry's Robots", it's been a thing since the 70s

patty puppy - an energetic fella with a big personality. he’s always ready to jump up and play. he’s the perfect pet for anyone…unless you hate dogs. he’s also very clingy. very VERY clingy. at first. if he finds out that you're chill, he'll reveal his real personality (before he got turned into a burger themed furry). very tired, grumpy, and think of eclipse (eaps) or gaz (invader zim). he is the oldest member (34) (SLAUGHTER + ELARA MOD IS THAT YOU?!) and the first one to discover what happened to him. he’s currently trying to break his code, the first part being the part that stops him from hurting humans. though, his puppy-like traits are still there. so, throw him a ball, he WILL run full speed to catch it. also, a bit more lore, he doesn't care what happens to him. he believes he has nothing because, before he died, his wife cheated and kicked him out. buddy actually embraced his death, he just didn't know that this was after it. he's more focused on getting his friends out of this mess.

sodapop parrot - This one here is a radical dude, the coolest bird around...other than jet (sonic) or kickin chicken (poppy playtime) i mean, look at his gnarly clothes. cpme on, the belt take the cake! though, he’s a bit of a prankster. he doesn’t mean to be…well…mean but he can be! he's a devious dude who will put a whoopie cushion on your chair. he is the youngest and the second one to discover what happened. he was 18 but died before he was able to graduate from high school, before he had actual control over his life. zo, now he acts out to simulate some control. though, in reality, he feels that he is trapped and will never make it out.

chips dechinchilla - she is mainly there because they needed diversity. but never mind that!! she is a shy and quiet person. Always nervous and can barely speak up. though, underneath that, she's a very caring person. yes, she can be a bit bossy, but she really is like a mother. actually, she IS a mother. she last one to find out about her condition. she had a son and is afraid that he is now in the foster care system, with her dumb family members, or even dead. she's currently searching for him

@escapetheslaughters, @animatronic-assistant, @eclipsen-smiles, @liminal---nightmare-aliza, @multifandomcutie13, @thekillermaretwinz, @gremlininthedark, @coolgirl576

I THONK I TAGGED EVERYONE THIS TIME!! YAY!! anyways do yall want them or do i let them expire?

[la-gotica-fantasma]

Bastard’s Cabin

relationship - Newt x Male!Reader

setting - The Scorch

word count - 1k

request - Okay another idea (and a longer one this time so pls take as much time as you need🙏) okay so Newt x male reader (obviously) that takes place in the scorch when they’re kind of just traveling. Think Reader is like Lucy Gray Baird from the hunger games: ballad of songbirds and snakes. Reader has a somewhat thick country accent like Lucy and it’s all like that one scene in the hunger games movie when Lucy Gray is singing with the covey in the pub. Read would be doing the same thing singing with their family in the pub but the one line that I really want in it happens when someone goes up to the stage with a flask of moonshine and Lucy Gray goes “Is that for me? Oh, c’mon y’all you know I gave up drinkin’ when I was twelve” takes a drink and then continues “It’s to clear my pipes, y’all, to clear my pipes!” I want the Gladers to just kind of stumble upon the pub as they’re traveling in hopes of shelter and Newt is just immediately locked onto reader. They can also meet after reader finishes preforming and he just kind of playfully flirts with Newt while also being a little odd (Basically Lucy Gray coded reader) - 🪶

authors notes - I've never watched nor read Hunger Games so... go easy on me.

Rowdy crowds sitting as a mass beside the stage, all shoving their faces with beers and burgers. [Name] held the microphone far from himself, leaning it slightly down. He coughed into his elbow, looking up to see the pub door open and a group of boys and one girl line in. They looked around curiously, one boy’s eyes staying on [Name] an uncomfortable amount. The boy was blonde, almost dirtily. He stood with more weight on one leg than the other, a slight leaning to him. He was cute, but clearly scared.

“[Name]!” a person below him shouted. [Name] lowered his head, seeing Silena holding a metal flask. “It’s some gin!” she grinned, shaking it and raising onto her toes to hand it to him. 

He scoffed a laugh. “For me?” he questioned with a jesting tone. “Oh, come on, Silena! You know I ain’t dranken in years! Not since I was damn near twelve!” he chuckled. 

She giggled and he snatched it up, shooting the gin down his throat immediately. 

“Oh it’s to clear my pipes, y’all! To clear my pipes!” he announced in defense as the crowd gasped, a wide smile still set on his face. “Thank ya’, Sil.” he said, handing it back to her. 

“Mhm!” she beamed with a smile, scooping her dress up in one hand and skipping into the back kitchen.

[Name] pulled the microphone back up to him. “Alright y’all,” he sighed. “pipes are definitely working.” he hooted, shaking his head back and forth quickly to wake himself up again. 

After his song was done, he made his way down the tiny sliver of steps on the side of the stage. 

“Sil, all I want is some food.” he tried to convince, stretching his arms across the bar like a cat. 

“Do you have food money?” she retorted, slapping his hands away to wipe the green bartop with her little red cloth. 

[Name] rolled his eyes. “‘Do you got food money?’” he mocked, fishing out his torn leather wallet. “Yeah,” he groaned, handing her a ten. 

Silena smiled, snatching it up. “And what can I get for you?” she raved, a taunting smile on her lips. 

He coughed a barely intelligible order, a jumble of words he hid over chasing out an imaginary frog from his throat. 

“You want your usual.” she said with a bare expression, her flat face a pawn of the game where he leaves his usual behind. 

Nodding with a reluctant frown on his lips, he raised his brows. “Yeah…” he admitted. “Quit callin' it childish!” he groaned, throwing his head back. He saw a glimpse of that boy again, causing him to spin around on the wooden chair. “Know what? Forget that…”

Standing up quickly, [Name] made his way across the bar to where the boy stood behind a pool table. His shirt was thin and dirty, globs of grime sticking to random bits of the fabric. “Need a new shirt, do ya’?” he asked, sticking his hands in his jean pockets. 

The boy looked down, picking at the hem of the long sleeved shirt. “Yeah, guess so.”

That accent was new. Charming, but new nonetheless. [Name] raised a brow, but ignored it. “Well, you stay right there. Will ya’?” he asked, oblivious to the fact that the boy had no clue he was originally offering his shirt. 

[Name] went to move and go fetch a new shirt for the kid. Seeming put off, the boy stopped and questioned him, “Why? And who are you?” 

Tilting his head with a smile, [Name] responded kindly, “[Name]! You?” He lifted his hand from his pocket and held it near the boy. The boy took it, shaking it softly.

“Newt…” the boy said, turning his head and looking around. “Can I ask you where we are?” he asked feverishly, his eyes locking on the rest of his friend group trying to bargain with Silena for some discount or deal.  

“Uhh…” [Name] stumbled, newly finding out that not everyone in town had been here before. “Bastard’s Cabin.” [Name] nodded, pointing up to the red neon sign. It flickered forebodingly, making a hideous buzzing noise. 

Newt nodded and swallowed harshly, his eyes moving to look at [Name] again. “So uh, you sing?” he gulped out nervously, his stance against the table becoming more and more awkward. 

“You betcha,” [Name] smiled. “Now, we gonna get you a new shirt or what?” he said, wrapping his hand around Newt’s arm and tugging him around the corner.

The changing room was small and cramped, peppered with the messes of past performances. The only orange light they had was now dimly and unfit to light the room properly. [Name] shuffled over the mess and pulled a new shirt from his open drawer. It was nice, a cleaner version of what looked to be the same shirt. 

“Catch!” [Name] grinned, underhand tossing the balled up shirt into Newt’s hands. 

Newt looked down at it and then up at him. “Well look away now,”

[Name] quickly nodded his head, spinning around. He could hear the fabric sliding against itself as Newt lifted the shirt. “So what’s got ya’ here?” [Name] attempted to make small-talk, lifting himself onto the heel of his foot and rocking back and forth with his hands behind his back. 

“Being chased by WICKED.” Newt replied flatly. “You can turn around now,” 

[Name]’s mouth had dropped. “Well! The hell ya’ doin’ here for?! Let’s get a move on!” he shouted quietly, jumping over the mess and grabbing a bag. “C’mon! Pack whatever you need, we’re hittin’ the road,” he exhaled in exhaustion, shoving the green backpack into Newt’s palms. 

Clinging it to his chest, Newt looked bewildered. [Name] scooped up randomized items and filled the bag. “Come on,” he urged, rushing out of the room. “Silena!” he shouted, his hands cupped around his lips. 

She spun—looking down at the bag—and threw herself over the bar. She ran to [Name], slapping him upside the head. “Damnit!” she complained. “Better get your friends,” she advised Newt. 

“Tommy!” he yelled. Tommy and the others’ heads quickly turned. Newt beckoned them over, to which they obliged.

“What’s happening?” Tommy asked Newt, looking sweaty and scared. 

Newt shrugged, looking back to [Name].

“WICKED, ya’ said? We gotta go.” [Name] breathed raggedly, tossing the bag over his shoulder.

[thephonemenarentreal]

Tiny bit of Cameraman OC brainrot for everyone! <3 Explaining a bit of the Prattle and Tattle LORE

Title: If All I Got is You, Bro Rating: PG Featured Characters: Prattle and Tattle (Cameraman Ocs)

Warnings: mentor figure berating, yelling parental figure, wholesome bro feels

Summary: Everyone told Tattle he was giving up on everything, but to him, he was finding something that meant more than everything.

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“You are throwing your life away,”

Tattle sat before the desk of his mentor, staring hard at his hands. They were resting lightly on his knees, although the fingers curled slightly with every word said. His lens remained fixed on them as he refused to look up at the camera before him that had been his mentor all his life. A father figure. A friend.

Now an angry higher-up chewing him out for his failures all over again.

For the first time in a long while, Tattle had nothing to say. He never had anything to say before his mentor except yes sir. Of course sir. It won’t happen again sir.

That had always been their relationship after all. He was a unit made to be an officer. It was expected. All of his training to this point was geared towards him being able to take the reigns and lead others into battle. He was to climb the ranks and become one of the higher ups in time and sit in the swanky office to bark orders at everyone else.

That had been what he was made to do, coded to do. It was what he had trained to do.

Now though, Tattle sat here in an office, silent, hands in his lap, refusing to look at his mentor and the papers laying on the desk between the two of them.

“This promotion is your future, Tiberius. This is what you are made for, what you trained so hard to be. You did not train to become some common soldier,” his mentor leaned forward, fixing him in the lens of his camera, “And to change your name to something so ridiculous, what the hell are you thinking?”

Tattle didn’t speak, hands gripping hard at his knees as he tried to find his voice, but it was hard when he was alone. Skewered to his seat like this under his mentor’s disappointed glare, the younger cameraman wanted nothing more than to stutter into apologies and quickly fix the situation.

But he didn’t.

He was trembling but he fought hard to try and force his processors to say something.

All that came out was a faint, croaked out, “I know,”

“You know. What do you know Tiberius? Tell me! Please enlighten me as to why you are doing this?”

“My…my name is Tattle,” he finally managed out, “Not Tiberius,”

“Cut the crap. That name is ridiculous. No officer would ever have-“

“I’m not an officer, so it doesn’t matter what my name is,” Tattle blurted out, “So yes, I’m Tattle now and…and I am just a basic unit,”

He didn’t dare to look up at the looming cameraman before him. Right now his mentor felt like he might be the size of a titan with how his aura hung heavy in the room. Tattle felt so small then. Small, weak, and utterly useless, but he clung to the choice he made.

The first choice he had actually made in his entire life of just doing what his mentor wanted. All the books he sat in front of studying for harder and harder tests, the various tutoring sessions spent making sure his grades in the military academy would set him apart as an exemplary. He had put everything into this moment, to be seen and to be offered a position as an officer.

Now he was turning it down, all just to stick close to someone who made him feel like his voice mattered.

“You are a disgrace, you know that? You are going to throw everything away, just like that? You are going to deprive the Alliance of an officer, forgo your duty to protect this world, for what?” his mentor leaned forward, the contempt dripping off each word, “Some bubmbling excuse of a unit that barely even got through basic,”

Tattle’s hands curled tight into fists as he gave a nod, “Yeah,”

It was the only word he could get out and it felt so small, so damn weak. He wanted so much to speak louder, to shout out all the reasons why he was doing this, to lay out on the table all the things he had never said before, but he only got out a single word. A solitary single little word like he was spitting on a titan’s foot and expecting that to do anything.

“Yeah. That is all you can say? You can’t even begin to defend your idiotic choices!?”

Tattle jumped as the papers were knocked off the desk and a hand grabbed tight onto his collar, yanking him forward. Now Tattle was finally forced to look up into the angry lens of his mentor and feel like he was about to be swallowed up by that abyss, the light below all but blinding as it glowed with hideous anger.

“You are weak! A disgrace! You know that?! You spent all this time, all this energy, and for what? Wasting my time, wasting the time of all your trainers. Wasting the time of the Alliance that sunk resources into shaping you into a commander!”

The hand slammed on the desk and Tattle jumped before he yelped as he was shoved back into his chair by his mentor. Still he sat up again, returning to the polished posture of one trained to be an officer. He sat there, ram-rod straight with a posture broken into him from the moment he came online. His vents flared, trying to suck in air as he so desperately sought out his voice in all the jumble of emotions in his head.

“M-maybe…maybe you should have asked, from the start if this…if this is what I ever wanted,” Tattle stammered out, “Instead of…just making me do it, sir,”

“You never said no,”

He wanted to scream it was because he was scared and because he thought there was no other options. That his life and all other units were pre-made for certain roles and no one had a choice but to do their duty. That they couldn’t just say no or just walk away. That even a titan couldn’t decide one day to just not be themselves.

Not until he met Prattle.

Not until he realized that at the end of the day, if he didn’t want to do something, if he wasn’t cut out for it, if he was terrified of everything he had to become and wanted a life made with his own hands, that it was there.

Even if it was scary to pull away.

He wasn’t alone. Even as he sat there in that room alone with the monster that was his mentor glaring down at him, he wasn’t alone and, in the end, everything eventually passed. Every hurt was a temporary thing. Every fear a passing moment.

“I am saying no now sir,” Tattle managed to say quietly, “And...and I’m not changing my mind,”

He saw the other cameraman’s grip tighten on the edge of his desk, like he would leap forward to bash in Tattle’s head for his words. Instead, there was a heavy exhale of fans as his mentor sat back in his chair, his lens still fixed viciously upon Tattle.

“I am going to make sure you’ll never get a chance to move up in the ranks, Tattle,” his mentor spat, “You’ll be stuck as some common unit, in the worse assignments imaginable for the rest of your goddamn life!”

“That’s fine sir,” Tattle said quietly, “I’ll do my part,”

His mentor was seething before he pulled back at last, putting his back to Tattle, “Get out of my sight,”

Tattle rose to his feet stiffly and gave a polite bow to his mentor, his former mentor now, and gave a salute, “Yes sir,”

He left that office feeling in a strange sort of daze. Nothing felt really real as he walked away from that office for probably the last time. Some part of him knew the two of them would never talk again. Probably wouldn’t ever see each other again. Something about that hurt deep in Tattle’s chest to think the unit that taught him everything, that stood by his side for everything was now going to be gone, it almost felt like seeing a friend die.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

He didn’t run out of the office like some scared unit. He walked out, hands behind his back, every inch a trained officer, even if he held his head low. His crisp black suit felt heavy on his shoulders as he walked. He left the offices where the higher ups and officers of the Alliance took their seats, organizing and preparing for battle.

He walked out of the barrack entirely, pass units that were going about their own preparations, some getting ready for drills and other basic training of the academy. He kept walking until he was out at the miserable scrap of what could have been a garden but no one cared to maintain it. It was said that some civil engineer had made it but had departed after the big fight at the base.

It meant though people didn’t really care to frequent the place, making it a perfect space for the double-trouble fools of the Alliance.

“Oi! Tattle!”

The cameraman jolted before relaxing as he saw the white cameraman in the black bow tie sitting on one of the overgrown benches, waving a hand excitedly, “There you are!”

“Prattle!”

He breathed out the name with relief, hurrying over, “I’m glad you’re here!”

“You dolt! I told you I would be here,” Prattle huffed, crossing his arms, “I told you I wouldn’t leave the Alliance if you were going to stick it out,”

“I know,” Tattle paused before collapsing into the seat next to him, “I guess…well,”

He fidgeted, looking away, “My mentor, I guess ex-mentor, more or less tossed me out of his office and told me to go die in a toilet bowl,”

“Took it that bad did he?”

Tattle nodded, “Oh yeah. I think my future as an officer of any kind is well and truly dead,”

Saying that out loud was both a relief and a bitter hole in his chest, but he didn’t regret the choice. Not for a moment. Prattle was quiet a moment before he reached over, taking Tattle’s hand in his own to give it a squeeze, “Sorry about that. I know you really tried and all. Always the one studying and taking this all so seriously,”

Tattle laughed, “I think I only tried to keep other people happy,” he said, voice tired, “Most days I just…wanted to toss it aside and do something else. Like being a workaholic, thinking that if I didn’t do my best the world would crumble, well, that…that wasn’t me,”

He looked down at where Prattle was holding his hand, giving it a tight squeeze, “I really hated you at first, you know?” Tattle said quietly, “How you never took anything seriously and getting under my wires with how loud and careless you seemed. I think now I was just jealous you could be that and no one was breathing down your neck to do better,”

“Heh, well, same to you! I hated you because you had everything and all that drive and ability, made me feel like I was just a dollar store toaster! Like what was the point of me being here in this army when they had units like you?” Prattle returned the squeeze of the hand, “Guess we both were kind of like two peas in a miserable pod,”

“I like to think of us like a peanut butter and pickle sandwich. You don’t think we go together, but we go together so good, or so I’m told,” Tattle laughed, “Given neither of us can eat food or ever were human to know food,”

“It is the metaphor that counts,” Prattle said with a nudge.

The two fell into a quiet, companionable silence and it still felt strange to Tattle he was sitting with Prattle. They really had hated each other and gone for the throat like a pair of feral skibidis when they first met. From day one of the academy even. Theodore and Tiberius, a pair of trouble-makers always getting in trouble with each other due to some fight. Plenty of loud arguments and shouting had been had. They had pranked each other a dozen times and caught numerous poor souls in the cross-hairs.

They had been rivals of the utmost hate, completely opposites in every way, or so it seemed.

Now though, there wasn’t a person in this whole world Tattle trusted more to be at his side. When all was said and done, the two of them always ended up in the same boat, a pair of idiots, sandwiched together.

“So now what?” Prattle asked.

“Well, guess we wait for our assignments,” Tattle said with a quiet laugh, “And give how much my ex-mentor wants to see me in the dirt, I think we are going to have either some lethal battle where we are going to be thrown in front of the skibidis as bait so the titan can kill them and look badass, or we are going to get some really boring duty like guarding the High Commander’s bathroom or something,”

Prattle gave a snort, “Well, both sound fine enough, right? We’ll make do with it, as long as we are together,”

“Yeah,” Tattle leaned against the other cameraman, “We should really make a statement though to make sure everyone now knows we come as a pair,”

“And black is not our color,” Prattle added, “Maybe we try blue eh? Blue is allowed,”

“Navy blue,” Tattle said with a chuckle, “They actually allowed that color because they thought we were going to have like a navy instead of the ten ships moving about,”

“Think it is down to six? Four of them vanished in a terrible hurricane or something and sunk,” Prattle said with a shrug, “Hey, maybe they will put us on a boat. I always wanted to see beaches,”

“And oceans,” Tattle said with a sigh, “I think when the war is over, I’m going to open some little restaurant or rental shop on a beach. Just relax and go about my own business and chat with locals and tourists alike,”

“That sounds nice. We could do it together!” Prattle said with a happy tilt of his head.

“Well duh! We do everything together! That’s what true bros are for!”

Prattle nodded before hopping up to his feet and placing his hands on his hips, “You know, in all the stories and movies and all that, when two bros like us appear, they always make a pact. Like some kind of oath and all that to live by going forward,”

Tattle’s lens flexed a tad, “Like sworn brothers stuff? Dying on the same day and all that?”

“Yeah! But uh, not going to be big on dying for the other, I mean, I would die for you, but you know,” Prattle sighed, shoulders slumping, “I’d rather we both live or if I died that you lived on,”

“Bro? The feeling is mutual,” Tattle said in a near whisper, “Neither of should ever die, but if I kicked the bucket, I want you to tell all the embarrassing stories about me into the gossip multiverse!”

“Bro!”

“Bro!”

And like that they were hugging and laughing like a couple of idiots. Tattle would have cried and maybe he did a little, because this felt different than his ex-mentor and all the time spent cracking his lens for some dream that wasn’t even his.

With Prattle, he actually felt like he was reaching for something he wanted.

“So let’s do an oath, yeah?” Prattle said stepping back, holding up his hand, “We never leave the other behind. Where one goes, the other is right there next to him. We don’t get taken apart by no one, not even a titan can break this bond of brotherhood!”

“Not even the heat death of the universe can break us up bro!” Tattle declared, holding up his own hand, “And if the other should die, it is now in our sacred bro oath that the other one has to live on, to spread horrible legends about the other to all the new units, to keep the gossip alive!”

“We are bros, from womb to tomb!”

“Birth to berth!”

“Units to slag,”

“Porcelain bowl to porcelain dust!”

“Not even death will do us part until we both are moldering in the ground!”

“Forever more, and forever will be-“

“My best and bestest-“

They slammed their hands together with all the force they could muster, holding on tight.

“Bro!”

They said it together, perfectly in sync, just how they were always in sync, from the moment they had their first argument. Bros before they knew they were bros. Destined to be bros. When the bro constellation of Gemini came into existence, it was foretold that they would be bros forever more, greater than any other bros, destined to be the greatest legendary bros of all time.

At least that was the narrative in Tattle’s head and he was more than certain the same was for Prattle.

“And uh, want to add a little something to this oath, now that you already shook on it,” Prattle murmured, “If I ever do kick the big bucket to the big camera bag in the sky… go become an officer, yeah? Become some big important commander just to stick it to everyone and declare me the greatest hero in the Alliance with a big statue and everything,”

“Yeah? Well if I kick the bucket, you leave the Alliance and go start a circus, just like you said you would,” Tattle teased back gently.

“I will, just for you. I’ll name my best clown after you,” Prattle promised with a chuckle.

They gave a final shake of their hands before stepping back, silent for a moment before Prattle nudged Tattle in the side with a cheeky elbow, “Now, how about finding some matching blue suits, eh?”

Tattle nudged him back, giggling already, “After you of course!”

It was painful to close one door, but Tattle felt in doing that, he found there was a hallway of other ones to try and it wouldn’t be scary with Prattle at side. Prattle was his courage and confidence and he hoped he could become the same for his friend.

They were bros.

And that was all he needed to find out what wild future he could find that would be determined only by him and no one else.

[daisyjonesgf]

Okay, if you had to cast your readersonas and their respective person into the leads of some of your favorite movies (romcoms or not), which movies and leads would they be and why?

I love this question so much, I have been waiting for a day like this fr 🧚‍♀️

my letterboxd acc ab to come in clutch, okay, okay

sweet girl: obviously many options, we make so many comparisons have been made (orpheus and eurydice, romeo and juliet, etc) but if I cast them in one movie guys you have to HAVE TO hear me out on this one okay...50 first dates

like player boy who falls madly in love with her and literally does everything he can to he with her despite her memory loss, it screams finnick and sweet girl to me, I said what I said, so finnick and sweet girl as henry and lucy fr

muse: the other night lilli and I were talking ab how muse and billy are so so so anastasia and dimitri coded from the animated film anastasia, so that has to he them for me

like the banter, the way dimitri broods, the way anya sasses and wins, the way he holds her after the nightmare sequence, when she slaps him, the way he rescues her, it is so so so billymuse (eddie is rasputin, daisy is the dog pooka, and warren is the bat bartok)

angel: wall-e, okay, okay, just hear me out. graham as wall-e, awestruck, doing anything for her so graham coded to me, and angel as eve, the way she goes "wall-e 😒 wall-e 😧" SCREAMS angel to me okay

periwinkle: this might seem out of pocket okay but to me she is incredibly waitress coded, like specifically the vibes of the movie I feel like are so periwinkle coded and she would be a jenna, finnick and annie can save her fr, but yeah it just makes sense to me iykyk

sweetheart: ANYONE BUT YOU heavy vibes fr, literally would be her and eddie and I cannot he convinced otherwise, that is literally them, I said what I said, the enemies to lovers, all of it

honeybee: 10 things I hate about you with her and daisy, would eat so good, I need it rn, give me 50 please, the banter, the miscommunication and lies, the love, all of it

buttercup: love, rosie, this queen would totally get stuck in a miscommunication scheme and live like two decades basically just barely missing each other

starlet: how to lose a guy in 10 days, girl is a diva, a snob, throws fits about things, spoiled, and rich, she cannot maintain a long term relationship if she is really herself and then warren who's staying around for real for real, like pls I need it rn

dove: 500 days of summer, except it's her and eddie but the thing is she doesn't want eddie bc she's a lesbian in denial but also a parallel for her relationship with karen and not knowing what to do, make outs but denial and acting like they're just friends, that kind of stuff

whimsy: lisa frankenstein bc weird girl and devoted boyfriend who doesn't quite get it, idk, I feel like it's so perfect for them 😭

bombshell: the perks of being a wallflower, idk it just screams her to me, I think this movie would encapsulate her soul and be a comfort movie and the hurt and messy parts of her, idk I just think it is so her, but on that note I think she would be juno in juno bc I also think that's very her, "I don't really know what kind of girl I am", like my shayla

rose: little women vibes heavy, she would play either meg or beth in little women and I am a firm believer in this, younger her would be beth and meg as she got a little older, but it's just a movie representative of her true spirit okay

[whosthere54]

Prison duo playlist analysis Day 2 - Against the kitchen floor by Will Wood

Oooh this song. It’s coded for reasons- and I’m going to get into them. I’m doing a sort of a line by line because I’m a loser about this song and PrisonDuo.

I’d say this is just an Icarus perspective of their relationship.

(Also- Most of the songs on this playlist are /r coded including this one- if you’re not here for the /r prison duo agenda (which idk how you could exist at this point but honestly I’ve been in enough fandoms to know better-) you probably won’t like this playlist nor my blog/lh 🥰)

Back to the song-

The line that made me really go yeah- that’s very coded- is the “I swear, I’m so fucking sorry. I’m not a good person, I’m barely a person at all- but someday all be perfect, and I’ll make up for it all” version of the chorus. I just- mm. It’s so Icarus coded in my opinion.

“I don’t owe you my heart, and I don’t owe you my body. But you should know that I’m sorry, for being careless with you. Lord knows I owe you more than I’m pretty sure I could give anybody”

Y’know- the first thing I think of is the amount of times they apologized for the prison, and then Centross continuously forgiving and reassuring them about it. Reassuring them that they don’t owe him an apology- that they don’t owe him anything really. If I’m making it solely focused on their relationship I feel as though that carried over as not just specifically about the prison.

“So, I could hold your hand but keep you at arms length. Or hang me from a branch too high to climb and shake. Less rare than scare, less diamond than rough, unlikely to be more than just a coal you fail to crush”

Mmm. Two things- the idea of isolation and how that would relate to them being in a relationship, and moreso the idea of this is what I am- and I’m trying to be more but it’s not working and this is all I can be- can you love me anyway? That the whole song has throughout. Which- it’s very Icarus coded in my opinion. Their whole arc being of “I’m trying to be better but I can’t and if you can’t love me like that then I don’t need to be around you and I don’t need to keep trying to get you to do so” and the “Fable loves me like this so why try to be anything else if one person I care about actually shows they love me in the way that I need to be shown love”

I could talk about this in particular- a lot- but I’m leaving it at that.

“Get together Will, know and do better. It just doesn’t come natural to me to think that you’d want me for me.”

Putting on a show, wearing a mask- making up a personality or alternatively- doing something for someone to make someone like you. Oh Icarus Morningstar and your potions- you little alchemist loser.

“I swear I’m really trying. Oh I’m sorry, I promise I’m doing my best. I just haven’t learned how to be human as you are yet.”

That’s a line for sure. I just haven’t learned how to be human as you are yet is such a banger lyric man.

I think of how Centross was on a road to healing- he had his partners, and was building and was doing breakfast and ahhhh. I cry about that but also Icarus was decidedly not- Icarus was still dealing with ‘quixis’, Icarus was dealing with the whack hurting people- Icarus was barely healed from their wings changing and shattering. Icarus *just got their dad back* icarus is still dealing with the fact that the whack caused the reset and switched fable out for Haley- oh icarus and Haley in this season-

Basically- Icarus is having a time in s3 that’s for sure. They haven’t learned how to exist remotely normally in the way that others in the grove have. They haven’t had the chance to move on- more and more happening to them that just throws everything off that they’re trying to do. They haven’t learned how to heal the same way Centross had been on the road to doing yet.

“I still don’t know who you are, all I know is I’m still lonely.”

Oh Icarus and loneliness. Also Icarus and not knowing Centross fully. They know him better than others, yeah, but they don’t know him in the way they both want to- the way they were *getting* to before he went and *died*- yet. They understand eachother more than anyone else- they experienced so much together through the resets in a way that technically had them in some of their most vulnerable moments with eachother but they- moreso Icarus- never got to fully move past that. They didn’t get to have that peaceful time of hanging out just to hang out. Centross comes to see them when he heard they were hurt- or when he knows they need to get out of their house but they haven’t pulled him to hang out first yet. They didn’t reach the point of starting to seek him out yet- that point of you could say vulnerability and coming out willingly of that isolation to say “hey- I don’t want to be alone and I want to see u. Wanna hang out?” That they need to reach. (The only time they came close was in looping the beginning where they sat on the ice. But that was reaching to him so they could offer comfort and conversation- and I think those are two different things. Also- place of rebirth if I remember correctly started with them messaging him first but I don’t know if I’m remembering right so let’s just stick with looping the beginning)

“That morbid sort that company can’t cure and the more you reassure the less I trust…”

Hahah. Icarus Morningstar and not believing when people are affectionate to you. Not taking the kindness and reassurance at face value and trying to find a deeper reason for it happening and seeing it as pity that only leads to more isolation.

“But you gave me your heart! I only gave you my body. Honestly thought no one would want it, let alone know it’s gone”

Mm. Centross still trusting them- giving them forgiveness and reassurance and over and over again showing that trust in them because they need it. Actively choosing to hang out with them- to be around them when there are other options of people to be around at the moment. Just- *choosing them* time and time again. Him giving Icarus his trust and love. They haven’t gotten to that level of trust yet- not continuously- not over and over yet. They’ve had moments showing that trust, yes, in Place of Rebirth when drinking with him especially, as well as Avian’s Solace where they let him give them a tattoo- a permanent reminder- and their conversation in front of the wall. Both times ending with him staying the night with them- at-least staying until they fall asleep. But- that’s all I can give them in that department. They just reached that point- and then everything went to shit :)

(Also consequences with the cleaning but that was just them catching up with eachother moreso- even if it’s so ahhh Icarus opening up about an injury and talking about how their feeling? In this economy??/lh But fr- they have dealt with things like that themself until that point and opening up about that is a big step for them. And he knows that.)

“Honestly thought no one would want it, let alone know it’s gone” this makes me feel- feelings. I don’t know what in particular this feels like with Icarus- maybe is simply him knowing they need something, knowing they need to get out of the house, to socialize, to talk, to exist with another person. Just- seeing them and noticing and understanding. “Let alone know it’s gone” let alone know their not taking care of themself- know they’re struggling and need someone else even though he also knows they’d *never* ask for help themself. I’m not sure- that doesn’t feel quite right but it’s all I can think of at the moment.

“I’ve lived more lives than enough, I haven’t died quite as much, but I’m not a real person just the shit you can’t make up”

Now tell me that isn’t just Icarus??? It’s just them- even if you ignore the whole whack part- the resets. Each reset being caused because of one of their deaths. “I’m not a real person just the shit you can’t make up” now I say this is whack and stuff involved- just. They’re not fully themself- y’know?

“Did I really have any of that gravity maybe your quicksand because I really couldn’t tell how deep my footprints went.“

Did I really have that effect on you? Did I really make you love me for me and not for what I’m doing for you? Also- You sucked me in I didn’t realize how close I was to you until just now and I don’t want to ruin what we have.

They don’t know how much other people cared, I think. That’s how I perceive the line of “I really couldn’t tell how deep my footprints went” or something like that.

“I’m catatonic in your arms, crying ‘How did I cause so much harm’”

Oh. Mhm. Yeah. Yep. Oh Icarus and wanting to fix everything they’ve done wrong.

“I’m pounding my head against the kitchen floor, apologizing for my life and ever entering yours.”

:( feelings

“Don’t say ‘I’m sorry but this can’t go on’ I know you’ve got scars of your own but hide my knives before you go I’ll either live or die alone.”

again- wow I feel this is coded.

Please if you’re leaving and I know you will just help the threatening/bad thoughts go away- because if you don’t I won’t be able to live like this anymore. I can’t exist like this without your help- without you to keep me from drowning.

He’s helping keep them “sane”- he was their anchor I think so when he died they go off the rails.

“I’ll either live or die alone” is self explanatory I think. Icarus and isolation again. Maybe I can bring up again the thought of Icarus knowing after everything they do before the finale is fixed they won’t be able to talk to everyone or interact like they did before. I think they know the consequences of their actions- their walking headfirst into it because if they fix this for them they’ll all be so much happier even with that knowing that nobody would want to be around them after what they did no matter if they fixed it or not.

“I swear, I will die trying. I’m still in the process but I’m making progress. I promise, I honestly want to prove improvement is possible”

They want so badly to do better. They do. And they made so so much improvement before Fable messed it up.

“I swear, I’m so fucking sorry. I’m not a good person I’m barely a person at all but one day I’ll be perfect and I’ll make up for it all.”

Woah- their character arc! It’s right there! Their motives!

Self explanatory- “I’m not a good person but I’m going to fix it and it will all be okay when I do” mentality.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

So yeah- that’s me yelling about Icarus Morningstar. Hope you enjoyed I guess? Feel free to add your opinions about this song and stuff I’d love to see that /nf

The image chosen from my prison duo Pinterest board today is-

My beloveds. Ahhh. Me when. Maybe I have a fic about this with them because mmmm. They need that- I think.

So- I hope you enjoy my incoherent ramblings. That’s what my blog is about isn’t it? /lh

You are so loved! Go take any meds you need to and eat and drink water if you haven’t yet! I hope you have a lovely rest of your scrolling through tumblr /lh <3

[mxtantrights]

famous dc!au (dick's version)

TRACK ELEVEN: UNDERSTAND

It's grueling work. The first video was easy but this director has an extravagant and almost larger than life. It's not common for you to star opposite a famous guy who now, on top of that, will play a greek god.

Dick makes it easy. He shows up on set and jokes around with you. And he always eats with you on lunch break, he tries to pay each time but you try to make it even.

Still you can't help but to feel saddened that your friendship is basically over. Along with end of your friendship and the possibility of it being more than that is less than zero. There was no way Dick would have time for you after this video is done. He's too important and busy. And too not over his ex, possibly.

You try your best to smile while on set today.

-

Dick is freaking out. Like actually nervous and almost throwing up, that type of freaking out. The song he wrote-the one about you but doesn't actually call you out by name, but are about the moments he shared with you-it comes out tonight.

He can't pull the plug on it, he hasn't tried but he knows it won't go over well. His manager talked this single up so well to the studio heads that they wanna renegotiate his contract for one more year.

He doesn't wanna creep you out. But he also can't keep going on like this. It feels like a viscous circle of torture. He's close to telling you and relieving himself of this heavy secret. But then he thinks about how you might not feel the same, and how his confession might chase you out of his life completely. He doesn't want that.

He tries his best to not fall in love with you today.

-

"Okay and that looks great guys I think we've got it for today. We'll send word if we need to do reshoots." the director says.

Someone is pulling a robe over your body. You're not really paying attention because you're watching Dick walk away from set. You had just finished the dance sequence and you were out of breath and sweating.

But all that was on your mind was Dick. It was crazy.

You can't let this go on for forever. You know that. But you honestly don't know what to do that won't hurt your feelings in the process.

With a sigh you head back to your trailer. When you get in you see a fruit basket on top of the couch. You walk over to it, there's a bright blue note sticking out the top. You take the note out.

Your fingers rip the envelope open.

'Thanks for everything. I wanted to get your opinion on this.-Dick" the note reads.

You look at the bottom of the note to see a QR code. You take your phone out from the safe in your trailer and scan it. The link takes you to a blank site with only a media player on it. The time stamp is two minutes fifty seconds.

You hit play, intrigued. When you put your volume up you can barely hear what is playing but it sounds like a song, it sounds like Dick's voice. You hit pause and look around your trailer for your headphones. You find them in your back.

Quickly you connect them to the bluetooth on your phone and hit play again. The intro plays and your brain gets this fuzzy feeling, like you've heard these sounds before. You rewind once, twice trying to understand why its so familiar.

But you decide to leave it alone as you want to hear the rest of the song. The melody plays out and honestly Dick's voice puts you in a bit of a trance. You don't really notice the words he's saying at first but when he gets to the chorus your focus is brought in.

Maybe we could try if you let me

Take you by the hand

You're the only one who understands

It hits you then. Where you heard the beginning from. It's from the first music video shoot. When you and Dick were throwing jokes at each other. It was your laugh. Dick put your laugh in a song?

You can't believe it. Well, you-not you really cannot. But why did he leave this for you to listen to if...

Was this a confession? You hit pause on the song. Then your feet are moving before you can even fully think out the repercussions of your actions. You walk right out of your trailer and onto the lot, all the way over to Dick's trailer which is on the other side.

When you get to the door that's when you feel how hard your heart is pumping. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. Maybe you had gotten ahead of yourself. Maybe it wasn't a confession but just him letting you know he's using a personal moment between the two of you in his new music.

Just as you're about to walk up the steps to knock on his door, the door opens. Out comes the stunning and beautiful Zantana. You can feel it in real time how your confidence deflates like a balloon. You try to keep your smile on though.

Her lips start moving but you can't hear her, that's when you realize you still have your headphone on. You pull them off your ears.

"Sorry. What did you just say?" you ask.

She smiles, "Oh, I just said that he's not in here. He might've slipped out a while ago."

"Oh." you say.

"I'm Zantana by the way." she says, holding out her hand.

You take it into your own and shake hands, introducing yourself to her as politely as you can. Your brain is working on overdrive. He's not here? How would she know that if she wasn't here with him?

"I can let him know that you were looking for him." she says.

You shake your head wildly, "No it was nothing. I can just text him."

"Okay. See you around maybe? Are you coming to the party?" she asks.

You feel horrible. You feel like absolute shit. Like here she is being so sweet yo you meanwhile you don't know if these two are a thing or not and you've maybe been harboring feeling for her significant other.

"Party?" you ask now.

Zantana nods, "Yeah the release party for his new single."

Your eyes widen. The song you were listening to a few seconds ago? That song? He was planning on releasing it into the world? What? Your mind is jumping through multiple hoops at the same time.

"I didn't know anything about that." you say, lying.

"Hey, I can put you down as my plus one and get you in. Don't worry about it." she offers.

"I'm just not sure if I can make it." you try to wiggle your way out of going.

"It's a really good song! I know your support would mean a lot to him." she explains.

You think to yourself, maybe she thinks the song is about her. or maybe it is about her and you've gone delusional and the laugh at the beginning isn't yours, because maybe some laughs sound the same. Maybe.

You can't decline an invitation like this. If you want to end this on a good note, if you want to end this at all you have to go.

"Okay, I'll be there." you say.

[donnerpartyofone]

I signed up for this online class co-taught by a woman I find maddeningly brilliant, where she lectures on her experience working with and studying people who are on the cutting edge of whatever their professional field is. She discovered this common thread where many of them claim that they don't come up with their innovations on their own--supposedly, ideas just enter their minds spontaneously, or even in a dream, and they follow these disciplined lifestyles (versions of monastic practices, generally) that they believe make them more receptive to those kinds of messages. A good clarifying example is that of a mathematician (Pattie Maes I think? I forgot to write it down) who claimed that as a young student, she would just-know the solutions to math problems without being able to explain the reasoning, so she was always in trouble with her teachers; eventually she got into analytical philosophy, which helped her reverse-engineer and understand the answers she mysteriously received. So anyway the class I'm taking allows you to offer up your own projects for feedback and advice about how you can invite a breakthrough to happen. There are some extremely interesting people in the group, including a couple of guys who are doing futuristic-sounding sustainable farming projects, someone who studies black holes, and just all stripes of scientists and artists. I'm hearing some pretty interesting things, but...

The class is co-taught by this woman who is also obviously brilliant, she has these insane credentials I barely understand involving venture capital and AI, she works with and for extremely high level companies and luminaries and her self-selected title is something like "singularity expert". And like, all of that is inherently interesting whether or not it sounds somewhat sinister to your ears, but I quickly realized that she's one of these people who is just fundamentally excited by the basic concept of Success, and she automatically thinks that any measure of fame and fortune, no matter what it's in aid of or where it came from, is evidence of genius. Which to me is like this incredibly dangerous trap, for what I think are really obvious reasons.

So one of us students brought up a manuscript she's been working on for decades that isn't going anywhere, and the singularity expert told her to just throw it out and do something else, basically. And in her justification for this, she started saying "I know a lot of you probably don't like Elon Musk, BUT" in this really bitter, cold tone of voice that let you know immediately that she's a huge fan and she thinks the resistance to him is just a bunch of ignorant liberal bullshit. And her example of his genius, which we should all imitate, is that when he wanted to make a big update to Tesla/Twitter/(some other shit he acquired from actual innovators), he found that the update was incompatible with all of foundational code, so he just threw out millions and millions of dollars' worth of code to force his new thing into place. And I mean, on one level I heard something useful and true: Don't sacrifice your future for the comforting stability of the past, beware of the sunk cost fallacy, etc. But the fact that Elon Musk did something that *appears* to represent that, depending on how you spin it, does not mean that he is a genius you should seek to imitate. First of all, I didn't leave knowing exactly what the consequences of his actions were, and second of all...millions of dollars doesn't mean anything to that guy. He's impossibly rich and he basically started out that way, and he's never going to wind up homeless or whatever even if he drives every single company he bought into the ground. He's just not a good example of someone with a high risk, high reward mindset that we should all emulate because he could lose hundreds of millions of dollars almost without noticing. The fact that he did this thing that in isolation looks heroic, that's only a tiny part of the picture with him.

(And that's without even getting into the impact that it has on the rest of the world, that he has so much power; like personally I think he's such a negative presence in the world that it's beyond just material effects, actually he's so corrosive that even talking about him is bad. Just contemplating the idea of him brings out the absolute worst in people, it's bad for people's moral fiber to even argue about him, but ANYWAY)

Unfortunately I find that a lot of people who have some kind of overlap with the self-help field will eventually come around to admitting that they're so blinded by the glamor of public, lucrative success that they don't really care where it comes from or who gets it or what people do with it. Damien Echols is someone I really enjoy, I just think it's undeniably interesting to hear from someone who spent almost 20 years on death row studying spirituality (to be glib about it) and pursuing all kinds of monastic disciplines; I mean that guy has things to say that you don't get from circulating in normal society. He practices something that has roots as far back as ancient Sumeria, he's not rich and he's not trying to get rich, but he often reminds people that poverty doesn't have an inherent moral quality and it's not inherently evil to pursue financial success. He'll say that if you have a phobic attitude toward money, if the very idea of it is tainted by guilt and fear in your mind, then it becomes a destructive force in your life--but if you think about money as energy, a resource you can channel into doing what's important to you, then it becomes something positive and supportive. And I can totally understand that. But then Echols will extrapolate that to the point that he's praising megachurch guys who are absolute crooks and scam artists and who definitely rob people through a form of psychological blackmail that tells them they're going to hell if they don't help buy Jim Bakker or whoever a private jet. And I'm like, man...ok so it's worth while to say that having a positive mindset about money can change your life for the better. But that doesn't mean that we have to then lionize every single person who ever got rich no matter how they got there and no matter what they did with their power, that's just fucking insane, right?

I could go on and on actually, about various people I've heard speak about how to break through your subconscious limitations and take a more authorial role in your own life, and how often even the most apparently well-meaning one of these speakers will come around to praising like the Monopoly guy, or some tepid pop star with an incredible marketing machine behind them, as ground-breaking geniuses who we all need to emulate. I mean a lot of people who are visibly successful get there by accident, or nepotism, or coattail riding, or plain ruthlessness. Many people in the big-success category turn out to be inarguably, unfathomably stupid (ironically I spotted the Elon Musk Pop Tart story the morning before I took this class), and some of them are only geniuses insofar as they have an abnormally well-developed predatory instinct that makes them able to think thoughts and perform actions that you really can't conceive of if you aren't, you know, a psychopath. Someone recently posted a bunch of advice on teaching from John Cale, and one of the things he said was "Suspect charisma", and I think THAT is a much more important piece of advice than like, "find someone who is rich and famous and do whatever that person appears to be doing without asking yourself how they got where they are, or just what is the real reason that you personally are so compelled by them." It seems like a lot of people respond to the aura of "success" so intensely that they just don't want to have to question it, and they'll bend over backwards crafting these speculative backstories and dialectic arguments to make their animal reaction to the spectacle of power sound like something intellectually sound. It smacks of stockholm syndrome, of people who fall in love with their own bullies. There's complicated reasons for that, some of which are what got Trump elected I think, but I don't wanna talk about that. I have to go to the doctor's now anyway, and stop thinking about this.

[radiant-reid]

taylor’s i can see you is sooo spence x bau reader or famous reader coded and i love it, it’s one of my current maladaptive daydream songs. like them tryna sneak round and hide their relationship or the first time singer gf sees reid and instantly falls for him (bc who wouldn’t??) and they share little secret glances at each other all night and whatnot and she thinks to herself how she could see them fooling around and everything so she writes a song bout it. or also unit chief spence x reader!!!! or professor spence x student reader!! basically anything where they have to hide their relationship for a while lmao, i just really love the idea of sneaking around with reid (especially if it’s a bit naughty🤭)

imma try to explain some main points/ lyrics that really made me think of this lmao pls bare with me bc it might be long😭

“cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me/ and I could see you up against the wall with me”: spence waiting for her at the office, them sneaking round when everyone’s gone home for the night

“And we kept everything professional/ But something's changed, it's somethin' I, I like/ They keep watchful eyes on us/ So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet”: them trying to fight off their feelings in the beginning, don’t want to risk their friendship or making things weird at work, etc. before finally giving in. and obviously they’re always around the best profilers so they have to try extra hard to hide their relationship

“That I could see you throw your jacket on the floor/ I could see you, make me want you even more”: really makes me think of unit chief or professor reid, like them fooling around in his office🤭🤭

“I can see you in your suit and your necktie/Passed me a note sayin’, "Meet me tonight"/ Then we kiss and you know I won't ever tell, yeah/ And I could see you being my addiction/ You can see me as a secret mission”: also def more unit chief/ professor reid, “secret mission” also just reminds me of the bau lol

“But what would you do if I went to touch you now?/ What would you do if they never found us out?/ What would you do if we never made a sound?”: makes me think of reader making the first move and trying to get persuade/ seduce spence🤭

this was hella long im so sorry, i just had to share some of my thoughts bc i’ve had this playing in my head since the song came out

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omg bestie this is a whole story and i LOVE you for it. it's such a good song and i always think of spencer when i hear it