#I hate what they did to them f you Liz

[mikereads]

Dead to me is my thirteen reasons literary.

[lizaluvsthis]

SPOILER FOR THE NEW EPISODE! CHRISTMAS WARS! SCROLL OUT IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED IT YET!!!!

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"Hey Liz how'd that new christmas episo-"

*ME BREATHING HEAVILY*

Consider on Smg3 having a good point for hosting his own party (why cant he just throw a party with the dead memes? Like invite them in his cafe right aw-) thats exactly why. Dead memes cant re-enter the living realm. (Also the reason what happened during the 10th year anniversary episode because we DONT want that mess again?

So instead of dead memes he literally chose to host it WITH his new friends this time. Smg4's crew.

"But why tho? Didn't he hated them?" YES. but at the same time. Please dont forget his mere messages during IGBP on the line he says "But I've met your friends man..." again. Ask me WHY theres another reason he moved in next to four's castle?

(He doesn't want to feel alone again not only four was the reason but his friends too)

Okay but when after the castle and three's coffee shop got burned down by santa clause, where do you see that bright explanation from the crew.

AND LITERALLY. SMG3 IS ON TSUNDERE MODE ACTIVATION WHERE HE- BLUSHED- I mean its okay- its totally fine its perfectly normal.

Not for three. He never celebrated christmas in the early 2020 not even after the arc but four was kind enough to invite three in the recent years to make him have to experience whats special about it.

But three was too embarrassed from four's crew because they've shown alot of kindness towards him that he'd never experienced at all and this was his first time hearing it all out on them.

After he says "f-friends?!" He continues on playing "I'd rather die than have you guys as friends"

Which also meant he did. Almost. Die. Saving four.

Did you notice smg4 in this scene? Did you see the way he looked at three? Did you SEE how he giggled and laughed just by seeing his expression?

Heart tingles you know? And this IS also the first time he's done that.

Wait for it...

WAIT FOR IT...

WOW SMG4 THAT BACK HOLD AT THREE WAS SUPER SMOOTH I'M OBVIOUSLY BLIND TO MYSELF THAT I CANT "SEE" WITH MY OWN EYES.

And NOT ONLY THAT- EVERYONE'S REACTION WERE THE SAME PLACE EXCEPT WHO? MARIO.

WHO'S MOUTH IS OPEN AND MAKING A HAPPY EXPRESSION (that also means... HE HAD JUST WITNESSED FOUR BEING A F-KING FRUIT AGAIN-) (MARIO BEING A REAL SMG34 SHIPPER IS SO REAL)

Not only was it delicious- Three too was smiling at four, supporting his idea and not even LEAVING by his side. (Like have you noticed right after both of their places got destroyed- these two completely HAVE NEVER SEPARATED AND STUCK CLOSE TOGETHER?)

This also provens he's on the right role after all. His character development did improve his changing around his friends even after 2020th - 2022nd

Who knows that maybe four's crew knew that three wasn't so bad after all? That he was just in need of friends because he'd been so alone from time to time?

Still. He smiles. Not just for the holiday spirit, but to his new friends, and four to have on. (Mention of mario makes turkey for upcoming xmas episode four convinced EVERYONE from the crew including three, BUT HE NEVER LEFT BY HIS SIDE. Literally the moon is stuck with the sun)

Four and three? They both contacted atleast EVERYONE from town they know. (Even three never considered belle, whimpu, or the so called fake-other-versions of theirs who became his crew during 2020th wotfi he still has a heart to consider them all as being in part of his life.)

We never get a mistletoe scene sadly but we had a precious smg34 collection here...

Even after this hand taking, Three and Four looked at eachother together before they start to sway and celebrate the christmas holiday.

"Liz it's just two of them looking whats so important from that?"

You dont see these fruits being like that often, so its a very rare one in the new episodes. (Considered again. Three has gone soft. TOO soft for being with four's crew and being with... smg4...)

He wasnt even angry or done with this bs he still had that christmas spirit and all that matters is celebrating it with four and his other new friends.

OKAY THERE IM DONE I'M EVEN GONNA BE MORE ILL-

*insert audio losing pulse*

[missuswalker]

hello <3 i enjoy your fics a lot, and i saw you were asking for requests, so!!! could you maybe write something abt jpm with an artistic fem!reader as a wife? with something like writing or painting

𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 || 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❦ summary: your husband is your biggest fan

❦ warnings: mention of murder like once, but y’all, it’s james

❦ notes: I LOVE YOU AND THIS IDEA WHAT OFC OFC

the curtains were drawn in your lavishly decorated suite, silvery moonlight flooding through the crystal-like glass of the window. a warm glow from slowly-melting candles illuminated the canvas in front of you, giving off just enough light to work with. as you hummed to yourself, you began to paint the view from where you were sitting, featuring a few of the many vases full of james’ flowers. gorgeous, blood-red roses, lilies, and tulips. james offered you a luxurious lifestyle, spoiling you with gifts quite often.

the man worshipped the ground you walked on. everything you did was extraordinary. he swore you were a goddess, blessed with beauty and creativity. while he supported many of your hobbies, he did not yet knew you liked to paint. you hardly had time to paint, and when you did, it was always when james was ‘busy�� (masterminding a murder). it was your special thing for now, your secret. you weren’t purposefully keeping it from him, it just hadn’t come up.

you knew that when he did find out, though, he’d have a positive reaction.

as soon as he found out you liked to write, he was sharing your stories and poetry with the world. leaving copies of a poem in guests’ rooms or sending off your longer writings to liz for her to read when the bar wasn’t busy. he truly thought of you as an artist, often praising you for your way with words. you were worried that he might have a stroke when he discovers your paintings. most of them were of the hotel as well, which might send his soul off forever, the dead man never to be seen again.

you pushed these thoughts aside, emptying your mind as your brush glided across the textured canvas. it was like the hours flew by, and suddenly it was past midnight, the air frigid and the halls quiet. you take a moment to glance over your painting, knowing if you looked too long, you would begin to hate it. sighing, you drop your brush into a half-filled cup, headed to the bathroom to wash your hands.

upon your return, you are met with the sight of your husband’s bright smile, holding the canvas in his hands. “come, dear. did you do this?” he questions, setting the painting carefully back onto it’s easel. you shake your head, rolling your eyes, already knowing the praises to come. it wasn’t arrogance, it was predictability. stepping into his embrace, you nod. “yes. do you like it?”

like you had to ask.

“why, it’s beautiful. i’ve never seen something more elegant, i’m shocked. you are brilliant, you know that?” he answers, eyes never leaving the work of art. “i think i will keep this, once it’s dry that is. as long as it’s okay with you?” he adds before you could speak. with a shrug and a grin, you nod. “that’s fine.”

not even a week had passed, and you woke to james gone, but a brand new set of oil paints waiting for you on your dresser, paintbrushes wrapped in a satin ribbon next to them. smiling to yourself, you decide it would be nice to paint something for your husband in return of the nice gift. setting up a work station by the window, you thought of what you could paint for a man like james. of course, he’d appreciate anything from you, but you wanted it to be special. that’s when you knew.

you worked on this gift for over a week, having to hide it every time he came back to your room for the night. when it was finally perfect, you left it out on the mantle. it wasn’t much longer before he arrived, his light footsteps not being the one to give it away, but the creak of the door. you rushed to sit near the fireplace, waiting for him to notice.

“my god.”

he went straight for the painting, holding it in his hands to look over it. a portrait of the two of you. you heard nothing else from him before he was off, taking the canvas with him. you were quick to your feet, rushing out after james, following him down the hall and into the elevator. you furrow your brows, waiting in the silence of the elevator, but when the doors finally open, he’s off again.

when james finally comes to a stop, it was in front of the wood wall of the lobby. “james, what in the world are you doing?” you scoff. he waves his hand at you, bringing it back to pull a random frame from the wall, replacing it with your painting. looking to the side, you notice most of the things on the wall had been replaced by your art. framed poems and old paintings he must’ve found in the closet.

“james, don’t you think this is a bit much,” you ask, though you couldn’t help but smile at the display of your works. “nonsense. it’s not enough. i want to fill the walls with your beautiful art,” he says, finally turning to look at you. “this is incredible, you are the next monet, my love. people will come from all over the world to admire your paintings, to admire you. they’ll never be as amazed by you as i am, though.”

james could go on forever, if you let him. he was so incredibly proud of everything you’d ever done. how could he not be? you were so perfect.

i had no idea how to end this, BUT ITS PROOFREAD 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

i love him

[lizdonnelly]

Second Circle, Ch. 1

Pairing: Elizabeth Donnelly x f!reader, shades of Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson Warnings: Smut, violence, references to alcoholism Summary: “We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.” Based on a request for Liz/f!reader's first time, and my own desire to write a series about Liz navigating romance amidst chaos. Loosely inspired by the events of 2x21 'Scourge' and a few details from 10x8 'Persona'.

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Although the wind rattled against the windows of the banquet hall and the pinprick lighting of the chandeliers overhead flickered, the murmur of the gala continued on.

The air vibrated, alive with the weight of the tension that had wracked the city in the past few weeks and no doubt fueled by the media machine cranking out headline after headline, each more sordid and gruesome than the last.

Melinda's grip tightened on your elbow as another group approached. Your heart quickened at the sight of short, gelled back blonde hair and the heady perfume that wafted over. Anxiety tore at your stomach with molten claws.

"Doc Warner, glad to see you've made it," a bloodhound of a man said, leading the pack. He gestured towards you with his whiskey glass. "Elliot and Olivia give you enough time to make friends outside the morgue? I must not be pushing them hard enough."

Melinda patted your back. Heavily lined brown eyes scoured you from behind the bloodhound, appraising the manner in which Melinda had touched you. A cold bead of sweat slid down the back of your neck.

"Always glad to see you on the right side of the concrete, Captain," The medical examiner teased. "Especially these days. But yes, believe it or not, I do have time to run in other circles." A man with a voice as calm as the creek that ran beside your childhood home piped up. "Pleased to finally get the chance to meet you," he said with an easy smile and a tip of the head. This man carried himself with a centeredness that was hard to come by, even across the crowd of New York City's top professionals that had congregated that evening. "I've heard about your efforts at Mercy General. I can't imagine what you've had to deal with as of late." It was a line you'd heard plenty of variations of recently, but his sincerity seemed completely genuine. Although his eyes were warm, inviting pools of black ink, you couldn't shake the feeling that somehow he knew. Melinda turned to you with a smile, oblivious. "As you can probably tell, Dr. Huang is our resident psychiatrist," she said. "And a fed, at that," came that harsh, staccato voice you had become attuned to. You bit at the inside of your cheek. The psychiatrist-fed's gentle smirk grew. Thankfully, a pasty, bird boned blonde intruded, reaching out past Huang. "Alexandra Cabot, assistant district attorney," she said, wasting no time.

You shook her hand, surprised at the strength of her grip. Studying her gaze, you got the sense that events like this were easier for her to navigate than they were for other members of the party. She sipped at her champagne lightly and looked around, her stare lingering on the elevators as if she either wanted to leave or wished for someone else to arrive.

"Can't forget her royal highness," the bloodhound Captain joked, gesturing to the woman you'd been struggling not to address.

Dr. Huang spoke again in earthen tones and an air of alacrity. "There's no need to bother, Melinda. The only reason the Bureau Chief wouldn't have led the introductions," he paused, "is if this isn't a stranger to her." Liz rolled her eyes. You subconsciously tugged at the sleeve of the sweater that hung a little past your fingertips. "If you're so perceptive, Agent, then why did a sixth girl show up gutted like a fish at Grand Central this morning?"

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Liz Donnelly hated courtroom restrooms. She had since the 70's, in fact.

On this occasion, though, she tolerated the lavender soap and the lukewarm water as she used the mirror to study the other woman.

The younger woman next to her scrubbed underneath her nails with a precision so adroit it had to be practiced. "If you're trying to scrub away evidence," the Bureau Chief piped up, "do me a favor and be less obvious." The woman's eyes widened, eyebrows rising. Liz leaned over and tugged playfully at the name tag dangling from the pocket on the woman's scrubs. The woman paused. "If you're trying to flirt with me," she finally whispered, "do me a favor and be more obvious."

The bathroom door swung on its hinges and in strode Olivia Benson, the SVU detective clearly in a tizzy and blind to the way the Bureau Chief and her conversation partner jumped apart like two opposing magnets. The strands on the back of her glossy brown pixie cut stuck up. As the detective ran a nervous hand through them again, Liz understood why.

"Got tired of listening to Cabot try to grill a child? Don't tell me she needs me back in there." Benson shook her head, slumping against the paper towel dispenser. "He got another one."

The detective muttered a quick apology, shifting aside to let the woman in scrubs dry her hands. Liz swallowed thickly.

"Sexually assaulted as well, I take it?" Benson eyed the prosecutor. The detective nodded exasperatedly. "She was an architect. Single, wasn't a user, friends are all model citizens." Benson sucked in her bottom lip and bit at it. "No vengeful ex-boyfriend, at that. Seems she had a gambling habit, but I've know plenty of girls who play the ponies, and all of them are still very much alive."

"However disparate these murders seem, there has to be a connection. Better make good use of that overtime, or you'll have more blood on your hands," Liz jabbed, gesturing towards the sink. The detective's brow furrowed.

"So this is the support we're going to get from our new Bureau Chief? How the hell are-"

Benson paused awkwardly as the woman in scrubs shuffled out the door, paying no mind to the quick finger waggling wave she threw at the prosecutor.

Liz managed a brief smile.

Benson looked towards the door, then back at the wiry woman before her in the starched black pantsuit.

Had there been a window in this particular courtroom restroom, Liz had half a mind to climb out it herself.

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The bloodhound, whom you now knew as Cragen, thumbed the facets of his whiskey glass at the sound of the announcement.

A gentleman in a well-pressed suit and white gloves had called out across the banquet hall. The gala wouldn't be ending at its scheduled time, due to "inclement weather conditions", meaning the whole ordeal was to proceed for who knows how long. Fortunately, the waitstaff were headed back with fresh bottles and hor d'oeuvres as an apology for the inconvenience.

"I don't mean to pry, but does this have anything to do with-"

He cut you off with a somber shake of his head. He turned to face you, the capillaries webbing along the corners of his eyes swollen.

"This is news to me."

Cragen turned and headed back to the bar with a sniffle.

"They're doing a reasonable job of keeping everyone occupied, at least," came an even voice from behind you. Huang joined your side. Jet black pools still held a mirthful twinkle.

"Tell me something. How long have you and the prosecutor been involved with each other?" "This is the first time Ms. Cabot and I have met," you stammered. "You know that's not who I meant," he countered with a soothing grin. "Forgive my intrusion. You don't have to answer, if you don't want to."

The psychiatrist's musings were an unexpected relief to you. You felt the dam within your chest begin to burst, allowing you to finally speak on something you had kept locked up to yourself these past few weeks. "I'll forgive you, but only if you tell me how you knew," you laughed, tension evaporating from the edge of your voice. Huang nodded to himself.

"That's not your sweater."

You lowered your glass. "It's too long in the arms," he said, gesturing freely. Huang was one of the few who had not been drinking.

"It's not like I have much time to see a tailor," you tried to riposte. "True, but the odds that you and Donnelly wear the same perfume are not favorable," he said with an air of one revealing a royal flush. "My guess is that either she gave the sweater to you, or you're wearing it out of convenience. Alternatively, she could've asked you to wear it, knowing you'd cross paths tonight. She appears to be rather domineering, so that would not surprise me if it were the case."

It took everything in you to fight back the heat that rose in your cheeks at the bounce of his eyebrow.

"You make a hobby out of judging women's perfume?"

"I was a profiler in another life. It was more than a hobby to judge everything about a person." Huang's gaze followed Cragen as he made his way through the crowd across the room.

"Makes for a good party trick, I'll give you that."

Huang paused before turning back to you. His expression held an odd seriousness to it now. "I get the sense that I'm not the only one playing party tricks tonight."

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Alex Cabot hadn't known Elizabeth for long, but she already didn't care to know the woman much longer.

The younger prosecutor checked her Cartier watch once more, eager for any distraction at this point. Somehow, neither clock hand had so much as budged. She squeezed her eyes shut amidst the bubbling conversation of the crowd in the godforsaken hall and thought of wide, chocolate brown puppy dog eyes and pixie cuts, of handcuffs and coffee cups.

"Alexandra, that look is not becoming on someone like you," an airy tone wafted over.

Lena Petrovsky, New York Supreme Court judge. Fuck. At this rate, she half expected Barry Moredock to round the corner and lecture her about some constitutional disservice she also happened to be encouraging this evening.

"Running all-nighters with the SVU shouldn't be taxing on someone from Harvard Law. But really, you look like hell, try to get some rest after this circus," Petrovsky said, gesturing around them. "You won't be of any use to the city if you keep burning the candle at both ends."

Alex opened her mouth to speak, but a harsh voice speared through her.

"From what I've seen so far, Ms. Cabot is no stranger to circuses," Donnelly jeered.

Alex was certain some snide joke about her courtroom performances was incoming, but she paused, shrieks cutting through the crowd behind them.

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"This just in: at approximately 11:07 tonight, NYPD discovered the body of a young woman in Central Park. The cause of death? A large wound along the victim's neck, a similar M.O. to the recent string homicides that have shocked the city this past month. Although signs of sexual assault were present, no information is available yet as to the identity of the perpetrator. Investigators have identified the victim as local self-portraitist..."

Liz looped her arm around your shoulders, tugging you out of the bar and onto the street.

"I am not ruining one of the rare nights we both have to ourselves with more of that fear-mongering," she said. You shifted under the weight of the fur coat she shared with you, pressing yourself against her side. Although her voice was firm, you could tell she was rattled. She led you past throngs of men and women in pressed shirts and cocktail dresses, club promoters, and a man stumbling toward you with a box of pamphlets.

"They didn't call me in," you mused. Your brows knitted in confusion. Liz grabbed hold of your chin.

"And they won't," she seemed to command into reality through sheer force of will alone. She brushed her thumb across your lips. Rain gently began to fall overhead. The lights of the cabs clogging the street blurred.

You leaned forward, slipped her thumb into your mouth, and lightly sucked on it.

The prosecutor smirked. You were pleased with the fact that she appeared slightly taken aback by your boldness.

"Come on," she said with a gaze that told you she was a thousand miles away already.

You felt her breath hot against your ear as she tugged you into the back seat of a nearby town car.

"I have something else for you to suck on."

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"Top her off," Cragen said to the bartender, tilting his glass across the counter.

Across the room, the band still played. The peeling notes of the saxophone reverberated across the inside of his skull. A dull throb continued to pound at the back of his eyes.

Looking down into the amber liquid, Cragen studied the panes of glass that stretched across the ceiling. More rain, more wind.

He couldn't kill in this.

Cragen took a swig.

Elliot and Olivia were still at the station, sifting through tips and folders full of supposed eyewitness accounts. Munch was no doubt trying his best to hold down the fort, but even his endurance, battle-tested over years in Baltimore homicide, was waning.

The brass thought maintaining appearances would comfort the public, although the Captain wondered how all of this pomp and circumstance could reassure anyone but those New York elites with the most fragile of egos.

He took another sip, turning back to watch ADA Cabot and Dr. Huang engaged in what appeared to be a heated argument. At least, heated on the blonde's end. Nearby, Doc Warner was caught in Judge Petrovsky's line of fire. He chuckled into his glass, thankful not to be in the good doctor's shoes.

Further off, Donnelly and the woman Melinda had introduced the group to were headed towards the restrooms. Cragen squinted. The Bureau Chief, with all five foot something's worth of bluster, was leading the other woman hand in hand. Something Arthur Branch had told him once made him chuckle.

Cragen went to take the final swig of his whiskey to finish off the glass, but noticed it was still full.

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You stumbled through the doorway of Liz's brownstone, her hands quick to pull down your skirt. The door slammed shut. Her mouth pressed hot kisses up the side of your throat. Deceptively strong hands gripped at your ass.

"Upstairs," she husked.

Something fluttered in your stomach. Although you had gotten used to the feeling of the prosecutor's clever tongue in your mouth after a couple coffee dates, the two of you had yet to cross the threshold, so to speak.

Her hands guided you around the corner and up the flight of stairs, toying at the back of your bra. The sensation of her fingers trailing down your spine broke your brain. There could be no anxieties at this point, no thoughts for that matter, only Elizabeth Donnelly and her teeth at your throat and her pillows now pressed up against the back of your head.

The prosecutor leaned over you, nudging your legs aside. She began to drag her knuckle up and down the rapidly dampening fabric that clung to your slit. Heavily lidded brown eyes met yours.

"God Liz, I need you...I need it..."

You were embarrassed at the whine, embarrassed with how wet you already were for the woman.

"Need what?" her voice came coolly. She paused her ministrations to press a finger up against your hole. "This?"

You squeezed your eyes shut. "Please..."

Liz chuckled and hiked up the sleeve of her blazer.

"Since you beg so pretty," she said, "I guess I'll have to oblige."

You felt her tug your panties to the side, the sensation of her pressing a few quick kisses all across your mound and lips sending your heart into a spiral. Shortly afterwards, she helped you kick out of them, and her hands slid up to caress the insides of your thighs. Liz dragged her tongue up through your folds, praising how good you tasted. You moaned unabashedly now, desperation rising to a fever pitch.

"So impatient," she teased from between your legs as she lapped at you. You fought back another whine, the cry dying in your throat as you felt her climb up the bed and tug your body against her. She snaked a hand between your legs and slid a finger into you.

"Fuck, you're tight," her voice strained against a few strands of hair matted against your ear.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to reply. "Speak up, sweetheart," she cooed, easing another finger into you.

"I want you to stretch me," you panted, clinging to lucidity.

She bit at your earlobe with a growl, a third finger slipping inside you now. Your head spun at as you felt yourself adjust to take even more of her. The air was now thick with the wet, wanton sounds of her pumping inside you. With each thrust, she stroked at a spot inside you that brought you closer and closer to your peak.

"I-I can't last much longer," you sputtered. You pressed back against her, hips rocking up into her palm. She sucked at a patch of skin underneath your jaw.

"Then cum for me," Liz said, beginning to stroke her thumb along your clit. She curled her fingers inside you and allowed you to roll your thighs against her hand.

The tension gripping your body snapped, your mind careening into the darkness as waves of pleasure rushed over you. Liz kept up her pace, pressing light kisses across your face. She talked you through your orgasm in crisp, honeyed tones in a manner you'd spend the next few days dwelling over.

When your heart finally calmed, she withdrew her hand, savoring the taste of you as she rose up off the bed. You watched her with a confused look, eyes straining against the shadows that cloaked the bedroom.

Her hand threaded into your hair, cupping the back of your scalp. Suddenly, she met you from the side of the bed.

You felt her pull you towards her, your face soon nuzzling up against the fabric of her slacks.

She tugged her zipper open with her free hand.

You wasted no time in starting to cover her panties in kisses, rewarded with a groan as she lolled her head back.

"That's a good girl," she said, voice straining. "Keep it up."

You reached up and tugged them down, lips wrapping around her clit. She laced both hands in your hair, pulling you closer. You leaned up, catching a glimpse of her through heavy lashes.

A thumb caressed your cheek.

"I can't wait to cum all over that pretty face."

You sucked harder.

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Liz led you towards the restrooms, which were just outside the banquet hall in a hallway not so generously lit. The darkness served the mood well, though. Her mind wandered to thoughts of herself draped over your back, your legs parted wide enough for you to try taking her strap, her hips rutting into you with a ferocity that'd leave you with bruises she was proud to give you.

She wasn't sure if it was the booze or the fatigue calling the shots at this point, but neither prevented her from noticing your hand tugging free from her grasp.

The prosecutor turned in time to catch sight of a white glove cover your mouth.

[asmutwriter]

Welcome to the Freak Show (Part 3)

Do people want me to start writing longer chapters but less frequently or would you rather I keep them frequent and short?

Eddie x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2676

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WARNINGS: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, swearing, anything else please say

DISCLAIMERS

-  This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

A small moan leaving your lips as you feel his tongue over you. You feel soft kisses to your thighs and crotch area. Hand firmly gripped onto his head as he goes to town on you. “Eddie...” you moan out, tugging at his hair. “Holy shit...” He comes back up from between your thighs, kissing you deeply as he snakes a hand between your legs. Rubbing on your sensitive spots. You grab hold of his hand, feeling the tension building up before you can let go...

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“Liz? Liz are you dead?” you groan as someone opens the curtains to your room. Covering your eyes with your arm. Being drawn out of your dream world to early.

“Please fuck off Michael”

“Um, I would but you need to come to school today” you sit up, eyes looking at the watch next to your bed “if you aren’t downstairs in 10 minutes I will start throwing cushions at you” he smiles as he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. The memories of your dream come back to you and you smile to yourself slightly. Then you realize, the man you just dreamt about is downstairs. You take a deep breath, swallowing as you get off of your bed. Walking downstairs you go into the kitchen, both hoping to see the boy yet also dreading to see him. Making yourself a cup of coffee and toast you go to head into the living room where Michael’s friends are also sitting, eating and drinking various things. Your brother comes in and joins you all. Sitting on the floor so his friends can use the sofas. Pushing your dream to one side, putting it down to hormones that have built up due to the circumstances of the past couple of days. You look at the guys.

“When are you all going to finish your game? I assume it’s not finished anyway”

“I think we were planning on doing it this weekend. Leave the pieces here and come back on Saturday and Sunday to finish off”

“Please not here”

“Rude. What’s wrong with us?”

“No that’s not what I meant! I meant more because I think one of my friends is coming round this weekend”

“Oh which friend?”

“Alice? I’m sure that’s her name. She has been in our friendship group for a few weeks but I don’t talk to her very often”

“One of the popular” John intervenes into the sibling conversation

“I hate to burst your bubble but I am also technically a ‘popular’ kid. We aren’t all that bad” they all laugh

“Keep telling yourself that” you roll your eyes, swearing at them all as they continue laughing. You rub your eyes

“Shit I have to see people today...” more laughter

“Yeah, what were you expecting?”

“I mean, I kind of hoped that the world would just swallow me up so I wouldn’t have to see my ex-boyfriend and ex best friend after giving her bra to her in the middle of a very crowded canteen”

“Oh yeah forgot about that”

“So did I ... shit... Who will I hang around with today?”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t exactly hang with my normal crowd, half of them hate me” you rub your temples, trying to sooth the headache you feel coming. “I’ll find someone I’m sure. It can’t be that difficult to sit with someone”

“We should get going though. Don’t want to miss the beginning of school now do we?” they all look at the clock in your living room as you head upstairs to get dressed. All then piling into the car to head to school

-

As the day goes on, the lessons go by as normal. You help out the teachers during your first break as an attempt to avoid people. But lunch comes about and you anxiously try and stay in the classroom. But soon your teacher kicks you out, wanting to have some lunch and quiet before the next lesson starts. You wait by the doors. Gnawing at your bottom lip as you slowly push them open. You see Chris and Jessica sat with your friends. All of them. An arm draped around her shoulder as they smile together. You take in a shaky breath, finding an empty table you sit down. Fighting back tears as you begin eating. You see your brother sitting with his friends on a table a little away from you. He half smiles at you, not wanting to cross the social standards of school by sitting with you. That’s when Chris sees you “Ay look it’s the slut” he points at you, standing up. “Aww look, she’s all alone” you ignore them, continuing to eat. He chuckles as he walks over to you, smacking his hands down on the table. “How are we doing today little miss whore?”

“How does being cheated on make me the slutty one?” he glares at you as you smile. You notice the canteen go quiet again, watching as you two start to argue. You smile “You know I’m really glad to see you two happy” you motion at his hands “You and your right hand that is. You make such a cute couple” his hands turns to fists on the table top. You take another bite of your food, Jessica coming over and placing a hand on his shoulder

“People are watching baby” you roll your eyes as they both walk away. Alice then walks over to you, sitting down. 

“God, they make the freaks look sane” you let out a small laugh, eyes wondering to their table through the crowded and talking canteen. You make eye contact with Eddie. It was only a small glance, but you feel your cheeks turning a slight shade of red as you look away. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Alice who notices your slight discomfort. She grins at you as you look at her. She leans close to you, eyes scanning yours

“Can I help you?” she grins at you, sitting back in her seat as she looks over at the table. Seeing Eddie still occasionally glancing at you. 

“We still up for meeting this Saturday?” you nod

“Yep. I have a horrible feeling my brother will have his friends round though is the only thing” she shrugs

“That doesn’t bother me” she takes the straw of her drink and plays with it with her tongue “Are you ok with them... coming?” You cough slightly

“Excuse me?”

“Coming round” you shrug, your eyes quickly looking at the table again as you then turn to face your friend. “It’ll be fun to meet them. I’ve never been to your house before” she exclaims as you nod and carry on eating.

-

The week goes by as normal. Chris and his friends stay away from you and Alice the whole time. You and your brother go back to being close outside of school but pretending not to know each other in school. Alice soon becomes your closest friend, telling you all the gossip about everyone. It’s quite refreshing to hear about other people. Plus you don’t have any more sex dreams about the long haired boy. Making you believe it was fully just you feeling hormonal and him being the first male you spoke to.

Saturday comes about. 10:32am you hear a knocking at the door. You go over and open it, met with Eddie, John and Tim once again. You smile at them, motioning for them to come in. You yell up the stairs “Oi dickhead your mates are here”

“I’ll be down in a second!” he runs down, pulling a shirt over the top of his body. You raise an eyebrow as he does a small twirl “What do we think?” his friends compliment him as the words ‘Helfire Club’ is badly written on the front. A poor depiction of a devil drawn as well. He turns to you “Liz? Opinions?”

“You spelt hellfire wrong”

“What?” he looks down “Fuck”. You laugh

“Do you have a spare blank one? I can design it for you if you’d like”

“Really?” you nod

“Just give me the weekend and I’ll have it done for you by Monday”

“This is why you need a sister. Always willing to make your clothes look good, knowing it’s for the selfish reason of she doesn’t want to be seen in public with me if I had poor fashion taste” his friends laugh as you nod

“Oh no I still won’t go out in public with you when you wear this” you tease him, causing him to swear at you as you hear the door go again you walk over. Opening the door Alice stands in front of you. Smiling she hugs you, kissing both your cheeks as she walks in. You hear the boys all quickly scuttle away from you, heading into the living room. 

“Holy fuck. Your house is huge!” you nod, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck as you shut the door “your parents must be swimming in it” again you nod

“They work constantly. They’re away again today. But they come back tomorrow morning “She walks around the house, heading into the kitchen, then the dining room. Going back on herself she walks into the living room. The four boys all sat around heavily engulfed with their game

“Oh sorry. You guys must be Liz’s brother’s friends” they nod, Michael outing his hand up slightly 

“I am the brother in question” she smiles at him then motions at the game

“This is that dungeons game right?” they nod “Can we join?”

“I don-t” “No its-” “Maybe another time” you, John and Tim all say. Eddie looks at you both and smiles slightly

“Come and sit with us” he motions at the chairs as you both take a seat. 

“You don’t have to include us if it’s a problem. Or if you don’t want us to play...” you half whisper to him as he shakes his head

“Be quiet and let’s play” you nod, looking at the board in front of you

He briefly explains the rules to you both. Then helps you get the bases of how to create a character “these guys already have a world that they are in. So we will carry on with their quest. You two have 20 to 30 minutes to think of and create you characters” he writes down on a sheet the basic types of character you can be with a brief description of what they are/do by the side. “Here. Pick one from each line. Now, gentlemen” he turns to the 3 guys who have been waiting “let us begin shall we”

-

“So, you three head into the swamp. Ready for the journey towards the Emerald of Death. As you walk, feet feeling the soft ground beneath you, eyes hearing the soft hum of birds above you. You suddenly... You know what, roll a perception check” Eddie speaks to the three boys, you and Alice watching intensely. They all roll a dice.

"12″ says Tim

“16″ Michael speaks. John rolls his dice. Face palming as he rolls a 1.

“So” he turns to Jeff “You, Lord Sky, hear the noises of wildlife, a twig snapping under your foot every now and then” then turning to John and chuckling to himself before he speaks “Bell. You get distracted by a bug, your eyes watching it intensely. You walk into a tree, face first” he rolls a D6 “Take 2 points of damage” finally turning to your brother “Johnny, you hear what sounds like breathing coming from the hedge near you”

“I would like to draw my gun and point it at the hedge” he nods and acts out what he describes

“You draw your gun. Aiming it at the hedge - do you say anything?”

“Yes. I would like to say ‘you have 5 seconds to show yourself or I will shoot’“. He nods and smiles, turning to you and Alice

“You both hide in this hedge. Hoping that the 3 men walking past you don’t notice you. One of them pulls a gun out, aiming it directly at the bush you are in ‘you have 5 seconds to show yourself or I will shoot’. What do you do?” he looks at you both, you both look at each other. Eddie had briefly explained the rules to you both, allowing you to make a basic character whilst he developed the story for the 3 men.

"I think we both- both? Both head out with our hands up, asking him not to shoot”

“Lord Sky, Johnny, Bell. 2 woman walk out from behind the bush, hands above their head. What do your characters looks like?” you both describe your characters, you being a half elf and Alice being a dwarf.

“What are you doing here?”

“We are trying to head back to our home but we got robbed”

“Oh no!”

“Yeah, so we were heading back. Our horses got taken so we have to go on foot” they all nod. “Why are you here?”

“We are heading on a quest from a king”

“Oh cool”

“What’s the quest for?”

“To find a dangerous stone so he can hide it from enemy countries to prevent war” you nod

“Can we go with you? Can we go with them?” she looks at Eddie. He shrugs and looks at the boys

“Would you like these girls to join you on your quest?” they all look at each other, nodding at each other than at him

“Yes” he smiles. Proceeding to develop the story line. You and Alice getting involved just as much as them. He describes the elaborate world he has created. Allowing you to interact with it and other characters he has made.

Soon you feel your stomach rumble. You look at the clock. No wonder you’re hungry, its way past lunch time. “I’m going to go and make something to eat. Does anyone else want anything?” they all nod, Michael stands up, taking a mental note of what they all ask him for. You both go into the kitchen, making your friends food. Just as you finish making it, the phone rings. Michael, being closer, goes over and answers it.

“Hello, Michael speaking” he pauses for a moment “I’ll go get him for you” he moves the phone away, yelling for his friend “Tim! It’s your mum” he comes out, looking both annoyed and confused. He takes the phone from him, listening to his mother speak.

“Ok. Yeah sure. Yep. Yep. Ok. Bye” he hangs up and lets out a very annoyed groan. Those still in the living room now come out and join you, all standing in the kitchen “My mum says that we are expecting visitors round for dinner tonight so I need to go home earlier than expected and be sociable and help tidy the house. I’m so sorry guys. Eddie, can we postpone it at all?” he sighs dramatically, crossing his arms.

“I suppose so. We can do it after school on Monday. We should be able to have one of the classrooms to ourselves I’m sure” he nods

“Thanks dude” he smiles at him “Also, to be more awkward, John drove us both here. So we would all need to go...” he looks awkwardly at Michael who has a face of sadness on it. Alice shakes her head

“I drove here, so I can drop off anyone later today. Meaning Michael gets to hang out with his friends still” John looks at Michael

“I’ll still need to go though, I need to drop him off and it makes sense for me to stay home after that” he nods

“Yeah I understand dude” he smiles at him, they all go over to the door and pick up the keys to his car. Waving goodbye at you all as they leave. You, Michael, Alice and Eddie being the only ones left. You go to speak but Alice interrupts you.

“Party of 4 then”

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[young-prince-firefly]

I know y'all missed these! Incorrect quotes part 7?? I have no fucking idea

Mike: I'm a multi-tasker

Liz: Having Tumblr open while stimming isn't multi-tasking

C.C: Can I please feed the ducks?

Izzy: Murder is a genetic trait and it didn't present in CC but it did present in me

Cassidy: Fire doesn't work so try freezing him

Gabriel: Why do I feel like you've been watching MHA?

Mike: Is it bad if I kin assigned all of us as the Todoroki family?

Jeremy: Are my eyes pretty?

Fritz, who is in love: They glitter like the ocean or an Emerald

Susie, who is just sweet: They're full of kindness

Gabriel, a realist: If you find the color green pretty, then yes

Cassidy, a bitch: They're your fucking sight orbs, they're not supposed to be "pretty"

Will: You cannot defeat me!

Cassidy: Okay boomer

Mike: Why... Just why?

CC, surrounded by stacks of banana bread: We were hungry and Susie was stressed

Liz: I love My Little Pony!

Mike: Never look up art on the internet! I made that mistake...

CC: I don't think the art is that bad...... I just don't get why they put Rarity in lingerie

Izzy: I just heard Fritz say, "Who taught Jemmy the fuck word?"

Liz: Doesn't he use the f word all the time?

CC: She censored it

Mike: Oh God, Eliza say Fuck

Izzy: Do it, Liz, say fuck

Will: I love all of my children equally

Will: CC, Elizabeth, and...

Will: *looking at smudged ink on his hand*

Will: Mackerel

Henry: What do we do when we feel sad?

Mike: Arson

Liz: Ice cream

CC: cry

Will: Murder

Izzy: Dye my hair

Charlie: Add to cart

Sammy: Hoes mad

Alexis: Sleep

Aiden: Fake my death

Henry, shaking his head: Y'all need therapy

Mike: and Jesus

Will: Actually, my children are angels

Liz: Begging Will for ice cream

Mike: Laughing at CC

CC: crying his eyes out because a poster had a scary face on it

Maria: Will, sweetie, our children hate us

Charlie: How much to not hate myself

Cashier: Fruit roll-ups cost $5 and a box of Capri suns costs about $3

Charlie: Thanks. You're a life saver

Sammy, playing a monster truck game: And you die! Haha

Mike, setting down the cookies he brought for the twins: Please don't commit murder.

Charlie, trying to listen to music but ads: It's a truck, it wasn't alive to begin with

Mike: I've known how to drive since I was 10. I drove Eliza and CC to get McDonald's.

Jeremy F: Working here will be okay. What could possibly go wrong?

After exactly 5 nights

Jeremy F: It all went wrong!

Mike: Is being a god lonely?

Old man C: Is experiencing everything life has to offer plus more lonely? Is meeting many people and losing them lonely? Is living 8 lifetimes to the fullest lonely?

Old man C: It's not lonely being a god. It's lonely when you give up living because you think you have all the time in the world

Gabriel: You can't eat sandals!

Fritz: Fine! Then I'm becoming a scandal!

[wyn-n-tonic]

I got a lot of really lovely asks about Frizzy last night and I've been having quite a few really lovely conversations about them and how the book is going for a while so I wanted to talk about them for a minute to, just like.... give you guys the proper update you deserve.

Long post so... behind the cut.

First and foremost, I'm really grateful to everybody for the patience you've given me as I work through this. Not only has it been difficult and blocking to walk away from what their story was in order to turn their story into what it is becoming but I've had a lot going on. My depression sends me into really horrible bouts of writer's block and between a really stressful job and moving and other stuff, the thought of writing at all has been terrifying because I don't want to mess things up. But especially these idiots because I love them so genuinely. So... let's get into it.

Lizzy is staying Lizzy, 26 - 27 over the timeline. She's 5'6/5'7 and still feels awkward in her body. She had these big plans for herself that got derailed and she ended up in a not great situation and ended up calling her brothers to come get her. She's been back in Raleigh, NC, for two years at this point to get her life back on track and, despite formerly being really great friends with Frankie, that's no longer the case. She doesn't know him. She doesn't speak to him. The only time she sees him is when he's around her twin brother since her older brother lives in Washington DC.

Danny (26 - 27), Lizzy's twin, is a firefighter by day and a cagefighter by night (literally what his Tinder profile says). Ladies man but not really. Kind of comes off as a douche but in that goofy, endearing way not in the predatory, frat boy way. He likes baseball and bad beer. Extremely unmedicated ADHD.

Robert (Rob/Bo) (32) is Lizzy's older brother. He works for the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History. Loves dinosaurs, books, grilling, a nice cocktail and his husband.

Leo (33), Rob's husband, is an anesthesiologist who does Doctors Without Borders now that he meets the requirements. His hope is to take two to three months (minimum requirement of availability for anesthesiologists for DWB is 8 - 12 weeks) every year or two to put forth his services.

Gabriel Francisco (30 - 31) is Rob's best friend, how he met Lizzy and Danny and Leo. He always wanted to be a pilot like his dad and grandfather who were in the Air Force but they both made it clear to him that they would not accept him joining the military because, "What would our sacrifices have been for if you just repeat the cycle?" Went to school for aerospace engineering, works in aircraft design. His grandfather, Emilio, died and he's been struggling a lot with that as well as having just broken things off with his girlfriend a few months previously to the start of the book. Feels an intense amount of responsibility for everybody around him but doesn't ever really let anybody else in.

New characters:

Matt (Lizzy's ex boyfriend. Danny stole every remote to every device in the house when he moved Lizzy out).

Jen (Frankie's ex girlfriend. She hated his connection with the Millers and called them bad influences on him. Called him Gabriel or Gabe even though he hated both of them because, 'Frankie is so juvenile and you're a grown man.').

Frankie drives a 2008 Ford F-250 (dark blue) and, yes, there is a certain scene in the back of the truck that is staying.

Story starts with a certain kiss in the kitchen.

Frankie's house is pretty bare, no decorations or paint. He only has it because he wanted to show his grandfather, who was dying, and his father that he had 'made it' and could take care of himself at a very young age without struggling the way they did so that when he does have a family, he doesn't have to struggle more.

Currently being written in first person with half of the chapters following Liz's thoughts and half of them following Frankie's because the story is both of theirs.

I'm making really good progress on it now and I'm doing my best to get this to you guys in 2023.

[pennysgaypoems]

A story of two little lesbians (part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 This story on AO3

Elle and Liz looked at each other in a bit of an awkward pause. Impressingly Elle was the one to break the silence: "…do you mind if I now talk, uhm, gender?" Liz nodded warmly. "Well, I have known for about a year and questioned myself ever since I learned what being trans is soon after I graduated high school." Elle looked away: "I.. I didn't know at all before. M-maybe the bad stereotype-y stuff on tv but nothing actually based in fact. I just… hated random things about myself and thought it… it was about me hating being overweight." Elle made a pained face, Liz worriedly cocked her head to the side. After clearing her throat Elle continued: "In any way I don't want to focus on that stuff anymore. Whenever I can, uhm, f-fully be a girl in my own room I can, like… live? I guess, I am kinda starting to break free into something beautiful, you know?"

Melissa put down her drink she just took a sip from and nodded once again: "The beauty of self discovery, hmm? I am so happy for you that you found out who you are and want to be." Elle smiled: "Well, it is an endless process I guess… Not quite sure where I want to be at the end but I'm a big step closer towards it, I think." - "Fair. It truly never ends, right? " Now Liz was the one looking away. After gazing out of the window at the beautiful late morning sun for a second she continued: "Every time you think you got it figured out it gets more complicated." Elizabeth expected her to continue but Liz did not elaborate. Elle didn't have the best social skills but even she understood that Liz was reminded of something bad right now so she clumsily changed topics: "You also asked about my transition and I can proudly proclaim: I've got my indication!"

Liz looked back at Elle and smiled. She didn't know how medically transitioning in germany worked so she had absolutely no clue what that meant: "Awesome!! So what's next then?" - "My endocrinologist took some blood samples to ensure hormones won't harm me and if so we'll get started in a few weeks!" Elle wanted this to be something happy to distract Liz but telling the first non medical professional in her life made her voice crumble. She looked down and repeated herself, sobbing a bit with a smile: "Liz, I will get started in a few weeks! Soon I will finally be a cute girl!!" – “Elle, you obviously are a cute girl already."

Liz started moving her hands towards Elle's, glancing at her eyes to silently ask for consent. Elle nodded and put one a bit forward to accept the offering. Liz took Elle's hand into hers and held them: "Don't you ever doubt that again, yeah? True cute girliness comes from inside. And you're one of the cutest girls I have ever met." Liz chuckled a bit: "Also it takes one to know one!" If Elle's testosterone hadn't blocked her ability to shed actual tears she would have now lost it completely. Instead she just sniffled a bit and whispered: "Th- thank you. That means so much to me. And y-you are v-very cute too, y-yeah."

[catharsiswritings]

Sunflowers

How do you deal with a sister who has, as far as you know, never demonstrated sincere regret for any of her actions at any point in her life? This is someone who feels no remorse, no guilt, and if you try to respond to her bad behavior- her response is/was an indignant rage.

When she was younger she was downright sadistic. She's destroy things just to torment me, steal money from me without any remorse and when confronted she's sort of smile with flippant indifference and tell me to "fuck off" or worse, return my anger with her own hateful rage. She'd scream every epithet at me she could think of.

Despite today outwardly being very progressive, she is the only person in my family to ever called me a f**g**. She did it on many occasions, usually when mad at me. She would call things I like "gay" in a pejorative way. She would mock me, and she did this usually because she was just annoyed with me one way or the other. Maybe I was playing piano too loudly or too much, maybe I being an annoying 10 year old kid. Either way, those hateful words stuck with me. I've never forgotten them, or the mocking way she would say it. I can hear the words now, even in my (late?!) thirties.

That was, mind you, 25 years ago. The late 90s and early 2000s were different. Being gay was still incredibly taboo. People didn't talk about it openly in suburban America. Of course I was, and am gay, but I didn't really know it then. So when my sister spewed that vitriolic "Gaaaay!" or "F**G**!" at me, I was really burned into my mind. I don't think Liz was particularly homophobic as a teenager, she probably didn't care, but what Liz did want to do was hurt me. She delighted in trying to hurt me.

I'd play piano a lot as a kid. I'm sure it was annoying to her. Hell it'd be annoying to anyone in the house. My favorite composer was, and still is Debussy. I remember how she loved to mock me by saying "Debussy was gaaaaay", "Piano is gay". Again, I don't think she cared, she was just trying to get a rise out of me. But that was really mild. That was nothing. When she really showed her true colors was when she'd try to slam the piano keyboard cover down on my fingers. She tried to do that a couple of times until she actually hit my fingers one time (I didn't dodge it fast enough like I had the first few times). It hurt like hell and when I screamed at her she backed down and left. I think the only reason she left was because she was worried she'd get in trouble for actually hurting me. I was fine, the wooden keyboard cover had just bonked my fingers pretty badly, but it was blunt and not so heavy, so by itself it didn't cause any damage. Had she done what she had before, when was slam it closed with her arm, she could have probably broken my fingers.

The little gay boy I was, I loved gardening, and most of all I loved sunflowers. I loved how big almost tropical they seemed, and how massive their flowers were. I wanted nothing more than to grow rows and rows of giant sunflowers as a kid. I tried growing them a lot as a kid. The cool and rainy Seattle climate didn't really do them any favors and usually the slugs would get to them before they could establish. Every now and then though, they'd actually grow. I grew a row of them on the back fence. Some of them actually took off and bloomed. And then, right when they were starting to bloom, someone took scissors to them and cut their heads right off. I was devastated. This sensitive little gay boy cried. My sister blamed the neighbor girl Barbara. I was mad about it but part of me wondered if Barbara actually did it. I hardly knew her, why would she do that on someone else's property?

The next year it happened again. Cut down before I could ever see them bloom. That confirmed it, I knew it wasn't Barbara. It was Liz. Liz just wanted to see me cry again. Again, she just wanted to hurt me. I was angry, but I knew if I let her know it was her, she's react not with guilt, not with remorse, but with rage. I couldn't let her know I was angry, so I buried it, because if I let her know I was angry, she's make my life hell.

I didn't try growing sunflowers again until she moved out, and I never planted them with the same exuberance . After she moved out and before I went to college I was able to enjoy a couple of years of flowering sunflowers.

I understand that as developing children we all have varying levels of empathy and understanding for others. Usually kids are pretty self-centered and lack empathy when really young, and as I understand it, as their brains develop, so does their ability to understand other points of view and empathize for others. Some people never develop this. There's a fair number of people remain devoid of empathy their whole lives. Liz was in her teens when the above mentioned things happened.

I wonder often how much I'm like her. We share most of the same genes I figure. A few years ago she mentioned that her DNA test said she had the "warrior gene". Might I have the same borderline sociopathic tendencies that she does? I have to remind myself that there are lots of things I regret in life, people I have hurt and regret hurting, and mistakes that I wish I could undo. I also have empathy for the pain of other folks. But all the same, I try to keep this in my mind- don't be like her. Don't act like she does.

I own a house with my partner now. I'm trying to figure out a good place to plant some sunflowers next year.

[maraczeks]

30 rock s6 rewatch thread pt 4

[nameless-ken]

Bucky Barnes Series - Part Eleven

Summary: Bucky is a struggling single father trying to take care of his daughter when a stranger welcomes them into her home and brings a gentle love back into their life.

Warnings: attempted SA, smut, fingering oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

Words: 2.9K

Masterlist

Bring Me to Life 

Part Eleven - More Than Anything

“Asteria! Come on, we don’t want to be late if you want to get the best candy!” Y/N yells, the sound of tiny footsteps down the hallway are heard as a princess appears. 

“Wow! Look at you.” Asteria twirls in her dress with a pair of ballet slippers on. Y/N bends down to Asteria’s height, fixing her tiara. 

“You look pretty too mommy.” She twirls a piece of Y/N’s hair in her finger. 

“Thank you. Where’s daddy?” 

“Daddy! Let’s go before all the candy is gone!” Y/N laughs and stands back up as Bucky walks in. 

“Alright, alright.” Bucky enters and swoops Asteria up and smiles over at you. 

“Candy time!” Asteria shouts as you all head out of the apartment and to Y/N sister’s. 

“Woah look at you guys.” Liz answers the front door as Hadley and Finn appear behind her. 

“Daddy is the King, mommy is the Queen and I’m the princess.” Asteria exclaims. 

“Look at Hadley and Finn’s costumes.” Y/N tells Asteria as they both walk out onto the porch. 

“I’m Princess Peach,” Hadley says. “And I’m Mario.” Finn adds. 

“Woah what is that from?” Asteria asks. The kids walk down the porch steps as Hadley explains it to Asteria. 

“Oh they are so cute!” Y/N laughs and Bucky wraps an arm around her shoulder. 

“I’m so glad we are here for this. Asteria is going to love it.” 

“I’m so happy you’re both here too. I want her to have all the best holidays to remember.” Y/N looks up at Bucky and he leans in, pecking her lips. 

“I seriously can’t believe how lucky I got with you.” He whispers, looking into her eyes. 

“God, you two are disgustingly adorable.” Liz interrupts sarcastically. “Kids, grab your baskets!” She shouts. 

Asteria rushes back over to Y/N and Bucky. Bucky hands her the basket and all of you walk toward the sidewalk and down the neighborhood. 

Asteria is walking in between Y/N and Bucky, looking around at all the kids going from house to house. 

“Do you remember what you say when you walk up to get candy?” Bucky asks her. 

“Trick or Treat!” 

“Good job! Now, follow Hadley and Finn up there.” He lets go of her hand. 

“Mommy come with me?” She holds tightly onto Y/N’s hand and they both walk up to the first house. 

“Go on.” Y/N whispers to her as they stand behind other kids grabbing candy. Asteria walks up slowly and shyly whispers the three words, getting her candy and walking back. 

“You did so well. Let’s keep going.” 

The rest of the Halloween night goes wonderful. There were only a few times where Asteria got scared of the decorations. Back at Liz’s house, all the kids sit around in a circle going through their candy, swapping each other for their favorites. 

“Hey, hey. No more!” Liz scolds her kids as they eat another piece. 

“Can I have one more please?” Asteria holds one up for her dad to see. 

“Yes, but that is the last one. We have to get home for school tomorrow.” 

“Exactly. Alright kids. Let’s get ready for bed.” Paul helps his kids clean up their candy and race them upstairs. 

“Did you have fun tonight Asteria?” Liz asks, helping her pick up her candy.

“It was so fun! I can’t wait to do it again.” 

“Well, you’ll have to wait another year.” Bucky picks her up and spins her around. 

“A whole year!?” She shouts, giggles filling the living room. 

“Sadly.” Y/N laughs and gathers all their things. Liz hands her the candy bag before hugging goodbye. 

“We’ll see you guys later.” Liz opens the front door. The three of them walk to their car, waving goodbye before driving home. 

This week is an exhausting one for Y/N. It’s parent-teacher conferences. The thing she hates the most because the parents of her students always seem to think their kids aren’t learning enough. 

Y/N is cleaning up her desk, waiting for the next parent to arrive when she gets a call. 

“Hello darling.” Bucky’s voice instantly calms her. “How’s your day going?” 

“This is the one thing I hate about teaching.” 

“Meeting the parents?” 

“Yes. They are so critical and think they have a right to tell me what I’m doing wrong when it comes to teaching their kids like they do it everyday.” 

“Oh baby, I’m sorry. I could come and pretend there’s an emergency to get you out.” Bucky jokingly suggests. 

“I’ll be fine. Only one left for today. I’ll be home shortly.” 

“Okay, let me know when you’re on your way. I love you.” 

“I love you.” You both hang up just as a knock sounds on your classroom door. 

“Come in.” The father you met at the pumpkin patch, walks in. 

“Paul. Good to see you.” Y/N stands up, reaching out her hand.

“Nice to see you again.” He reaches out to shake hers before they both sit down.

“So, how is Jason doing? Do you have any concerns?” 

“Not much really. I mean he speaks so highly of you. Says his favorite subject is Math, which is not something you usually hear from a kid.” He laughs and Y/N nods in understanding. 

“I try to make it fun for the kids because even I hate math.” 

“I did want to see if you have any concerns about Jason. Is he acting up in any way?” 

“No, not at all. He’s a perfect little boy. Why do you ask?” 

“Oh, it’s just, his mom and I just separated and I can’t seem to figure out how he’s taking it.” Paul rubs the back of his neck and sighs. 

“Oh I’m sorry to hear that but Jason really seems fine to me but it’s always good to sit him down and ask him.” 

“Yeah. It’s just hard, you know.” 

“I’m sure it’ll get easier with time. Anything else that’s important to discuss?” 

“I think that’s it.” 

“Great. If you have any further questions you can always email me or set up another meeting.” They both stand back up, walking to the door. Y/N opens it for him but he pauses in the doorway. 

“Actually there is something you might be able to help me with.” Paul turns around, standing closer to Y/N. She backs up but he just steps closer. 

“Uh Paul, could you please-”

“I’ve wanted to talk to you since the first day of school. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. God, I think about you every night.” 

Y/N continues stepping back until she is against a wall, cursing herself mentally. She brings her hands up to stop him from getting closer. 

“Paul I’m flattered but I need you to stop.” He grabs her hands and pushes her against the wall, holding her wrists tightly, bringing his face close to hers. 

“Fuck, you smell so good. I bet you taste even better.” Y/N can feel his breath against her neck as her heart starts to beat faster. She tries to wiggle herself from his grasp but he pushes his whole body against hers. 

“Stop, please. Let go!” Y/N shouts, hoping someone is still in the school to hear her. 

“No one is going to hear you baby but I’m still going to make you scream.” He brings his hand in between them. Y/N holds her breath, tears rushing down her cheeks. 

Before he can touch her, he’s pulled away and thrown to the ground. Y/N collapses onto the ground, trying to catch her breath. She looks up to see Bucky on top of Paul throwing punches into his face. 

“Bucky!” Y/N rushes over, grabbing his arm to stop him. “Bucky stop!” He pauses, looking up at her, letting Paul fall to the ground again, groaning in pain. 

“Darling, are you okay?” He grabs her face between his hands, eyes going crazy, making sure she isn’t hurt. 

“I’m fine. Let’s just go home please.” Y/N croaks, wiping tears from her cheeks. Paul stands up, wiping the blood from his face.

“Touch her again and I will end you.” Bucky stands up, facing him. Paul smirks, looking over at Y/N, eyes trailing her body before walking out of the classroom. 

Y/N tries to stop the tears as she gathers her things but they fall anyway. 

“I’m so sorry baby.” Bucky wraps his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him. “When I walked in and saw him, I wanted to kill him.” He holds her close as they walk out of the building and to her car. 

“I can leave my car here.” 

“No, it’s okay. I’m okay.” Y/N smiles weakly at him as she gets in her car, starting it up, rolling down her window.

“I dropped Asteria off at your sister’s for the night. So it’s just us tonight.” He leans against her door, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

“Sounds perfect. I’ll see you at home.” She says, buckling up. Bucky nods, moving away from her car to walk to his. 

“Hey,” He turns back around. Y/N looks at him. “I love you.” He winks before getting into his car and they both drive home. 

Once they arrived home, Bucky started a bath for Y/N. As she relaxes in the tub, he stands at the counter cleaning his busted up knuckles. 

Bucky clenches his jaw at the flashes in his mind of what happened tonight. When he walked in and saw how helpless and scared she was, all he saw was red. He doesn’t regret beating that piece of shit to the ground. He deserved more than that. 

Bucky looks back at Y/N. He slowly walks over to the tub and bends down. She opens her eyes and smiles softly at him. He reaches his hand out and rubs his thumb along her cheek. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“I’m fine.” Y/N answers, playing with the bubbles in the bath. 

“I’m sorry about tonight. Nothing like that will ever happen again.” 

“It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” 

“I just want you to feel safe with me.” Bucky leans his head on his arm against the tub. 

“Bucky,” Y/N moves to the edge, closer to him and moves his hair from his face. “I always feel the safest with you. Always. I know you would do anything for me and for Asteria. You don’t have to worry. I’m okay. That guy was an asshole.” 

“I’m glad I showed up when I did. Fuck. I can't get it out of my head.” Bucky moves back and runs his hand through his hair. 

“I love you.” Y/N grabs his arm and pulls him closer to the tub again. He looks at her and leans in, their faces inches apart. 

“You’ve seen the wounds of my past and you still want to love me. You’ve witnessed the huge weight against my heart and yet, you love me even harder. I just want to give you everything in this universe. You’ve shown me what real love is and there are no words for me to express how much you truly mean to me. I need you to know that no matter what, I love you more than anything.” Bucky emphasizes the last part, moving in to kiss her lips. 

“I know, Bucky. I know.” She smiles with tears in her eyes, bringing her lips back to hers. “I love you, more than anything too.” 

Bucky wipes a tear from her cheek and pecks her lips again, moving back to rest his arm against the tub. 

“How about we watch a movie and cuddle on the couch for the rest of the night?” His voice is almost a whisper. 

“That’d be perfect.” 

Bucky leans over and kisses her forehead before getting back up and walking out of the bathroom. 

Minutes later, Y/N walks out wrapped in a silk robe. Bucky pats the spot next to him on the couch and she cuddles in next to him. He wraps a blanket around them and presses play on the movie. 

Throughout the movie, Y/N moves gradually onto Bucky’s lap. 

“Comfy there darling?” He mumbles, pressing a kiss to her neck. 

“Very.” She looks at him and he can’t help but lean in and kiss her. He weaves one hand into her hair, deepening the kiss. 

“Bucky,” Y/N moans against his lips, moving to straddle his thighs, holding his face between her hands. 

“Are you okay with this?” He pulls away, their eyes meeting. 

“Yes. Please.” Y/N begs, kissing him harder.

Bucky grabs her legs and flips her over onto her back. He slips his tongue inside her mouth, gaining control of the kiss. He moves down her neck, nestling his lips against her pulse. Y/N runs her fingers through his hair as his lips trail down the opening of the robe. 

“I love you,” Bucky unties her robe and grunts. “god damn, my beautiful girl.” Y/N moans out as he trails kisses all the way down her body, praising every inch. 

She glances up when he stops and sees his eyes filled with desire. He licks his lips and slowly moves her legs over his shoulders, holding her eyes the entire time. 

“Tell me again, darling. Are you okay with this?” 

“God, Bucky. Yes, please.” Y/N begs, shifting her hips. Bucky smirks and presses his tongue flat against her wet folds, lapping at her sweetness. He hums into her pussy and slowly circles around her sensitive bud. 

“Taste so sweet, darling. Can’t get enough.” Bucky sucks harder, spreading her lips apart taking a second to admire the beauty before diving back in. He slips a finger inside and curls it. 

“Oh god,” Y/N moans. Bucky loves watching her reactions. He groans when she fists his hair in her hair, pushing his face harder against her pussy. He adds another finger, thrusting them in and out of her. 

“I’m close, Bucky.” He can feel you clenching around his fingers as he continues to lap at you clit. 

“Cum for me baby.” Bucky commands and that sends her over the edge. Bucky continues thrusting his fingers, letting her ride out her orgasam. 

Bucky kisses along her legs, placing them back down. Y/N looks at him as he brings his fingers up to his lips and licks off her sweetness. 

“That’s the best snack for a movie night.” They both laugh as he moves over her. Y/N wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. She tastes herself against his lips and moans. 

“Bucky, please. I need you.” Y/N moves her hands down his back, lifting his shirt up. She pulls it from his body and moves to his sweatpants. He pushes them down and discards them on the floor along with his boxers.  

“Are you sure?” He asks her again, teasing her clit with the tip of his cock, rubbing his length against her tender bud. 

“Bucky, fuck me.” 

Bucky presses kisses against her neck and chest, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucks at it as Y/N grabs his cock, pumping slowly. 

“Fuck baby.” He moans, grabbing his cock from her and lining himself up, thrusting deeply into her until their hips meet. 

“You feel so good darling. Gripping me so tight.” He picks up his pace. Y/N holds onto him tightly, moving her hips along with his. The deserpartion between both of them brings them fast to a release. 

Bucky fucks her rapidly, pressing his body more agianst her skin. He looks down at her, his hands pushing her hair away from her face. Y/N digs her nails into his back, moaning out loudly. Bucky moves one hand down her body, pressing his thumb against her clit, tracing it in circles. 

“Cum for me baby. Give me another one.” Y/N explodes in an overwhelming sensation as Bucky’s cock hits that spot inside of her repeatedly. She screams out his name as he continues to drive into her. 

“I’m gonna cum.” Bucky groans. Y/N holds his body against hers. 

“Cum inside me.” Y/N commands him. He looks into her eyes, making sure she is sure about it and she nods her head, pushing his hips into hers. 

“Oh god, fuck.” Bucky moves his hips wildly into hers, hitting his release with breathy moans. He stills his hips, collapsing on top of her. 

Bucky pulls away from Y/N, watching his cum slip out of her pussy. That is his new weakness. A sight he loves to see. He moves off the couch, rushing to the bathroom, grabbing a towel, running back to clean up their mess. 

They settle back into the couch, still naked, wrapped in a blanket. Bucky holds her in his embrace, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. 

“I love you so much, I’ll never let anything happen to you.” He breathes into her neck, holding her tightly against him. 

“I love you. I know you won’t.” Y/N kisses his cheek, sighing happily against his chest. 

“How about we make this a nightly routine.” Bucky jokes with a smirk. 

“Yeah, maybe we should.” Y/N plays along. 

“Oh, now I’m nowhere done with you.” Bucky gets off the couch, lifting her up with him. Y/N giggles as he carries her to their bedroom. 

“You’re in for a long night, darling. Are you ready?” He drops her onto the bed, leaning over, only leaving a few inches between their faces. 

“Bring it on.”

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Ask Answers: April 13th, 2021

And we’re back again with more replies so soon, haha. Thank you for the asks!

Your game literally saved me this hell ass year. Thank you so much for the most perfect piece of art I've ever laid eyes on 😫 ... Do you guys have a rough idea when step 3 DLC will be released? I hope I'm not coming off as rude. I just really really love your game.

I’m sorry for the late reply on this! You might’ve already seen the answer by now, but the Step 3 DLC is coming out on the 16th. We’re almost there :D

This may be a silly question but did Jeremy's parents ever find out that Pran had lied about his age and if so, when/how? :3

Pran came clean to them after a couple of years, when he felt secure enough that it wouldn’t ruin the relationship. The Kings were a little embarrassed, the dad more than the mom, but they’re quite good at brushing past those kind of mistakes so it was all water under the bridge pretty fast.

hi! i know you’ve answered a question about alterations in the our life moments by playing them in different orders, but i was wondering if there was a canon order that the moments for each step happen in? i figure with such a customizable game the “canon” timeline for the moments is whatever order the player completes them in, for example in step 1, i like playing the runaway moment pretty early, since cove trying to run away early in summer makes more sense to me personally. thanks!

Yeah, there’s no canon order we’d insist on. Whatever you like can be the official route for you! And that’s a neat way to look at that event.

What if your character isn’t that into physical contact but still wants to be in a relationship with Cove? Would he be offended if you shy away or something along those lines?

He wouldn’t be. Cove knows how hard that can be and is very understanding. If you set his initiative to low, the game always checks to make sure if you want to be touched or not rather than assuming that you do. And if you do choose that you don’t want to, there’s no stress or drama about it. Cove will just say that’s okay!

Hellu! First off, I want to thank you all for such a wonderful game, it's been the best feel-good game I've ever stumbled upon and I can't express enough how much it has meant to me. Second, I've seen lots of people having trouble with making Cove confess before MC which makes me wonder if people will have the same problem in the dlc when you can propose to him. Is it possible to post a guide for that as well when it no longer could count as a spoiler? Again, thanks for such a beautiful game <3

I’m really happy you had such a nice time with it c:. We’ll answer questions about it on tumblr/in the discord if they come up and, if need be, we’ll find somewhere to upload a guide.

Do we get steam key from buying dlc on itch io?

I’m afraid not. That’d be unfair to those who get it on Steam. Plus, Steam isn’t super cool with giving out thousands of keys to be handed out for free on other sites anymore. They can refuse to give us the keys if they feel we’re trying to take advantage of their system.

hi! so if we reject cove's confession in step 3, can we still have MC and cove get together in step 4?

You can confess to him, yeah. But Cove won’t ever try confessing again if the MC turns him down in Step 3.

What if MC acts like someone Cove doesn't like, like Lizzie or Baxter lol

You can’t do what Lizzie or Baxter does to make Cove dislike them. You can play the game and try, but it doesn’t work out. The MC is just too compatible with Cove if you’re fond/crush/love, haha.

Hi! I absolutely love your game, I love the characters they’re all so amazing, thank you for the game haha

I was wondering if you would get the NSFW DLC no matter what Patreon level you were at, or if you would could get it at any level? :)

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What pateron tier do we need to get the 18+ content for Our Life? It's my new favourite game, keep up the good work!

It will eventually be available at the $5 tier and anything above that! Glad you both like OL ^^

On a scale from 1 (being the worst) to 10, how well do the XOXO jerk squad including JB handle horror?

JB: 8

Everett: 5

Nate: 4

Shiloh: 10

Bae: 10

Jeremy: 8 for non-gore horror, 2 for gory horror

Pran: 9

hello!! i was wondering if any of the boys from the Jerksquad would ever wear a skirt/dress?

None of them wear skirts/dresses out of personal preference. But if there was some kind of reason where they had to do it, none would be that bothered.

How does the jerk squad feel about Christmas? 

Everett: He fucking loves it. That’s the best time of year.

Nate: Commercialized nonsense.

Shiloh: It’s wonderful! So he claims.

Bae: He likes it quite a bit, but only for the joy it brings children/family. He thinks that’s sweet but is too mature to be whipped up into a festive fervor himself.

Jeremy: It’s awful.

Pran: He hates it.

does cove have any pet allergies? yes I know this is a little weirdly specific

He doesn’t! The lucky boy isn’t allergic to any animal.

Very important question: Would Lee and a musical-theatre loving MC run around belting Into The Unknown from Frozen 2? Because I feel that they would 

Probably, haha.

This might seem like a dumb question, so I’m sorry, but with the Derek DLC are we gonna get to hang out with him in person instead of just calling him in step 3? 

The Derek DLC adds events in Step 2 and Step 4. It’s part of his story that you don’t really get to be around him in Step 3. But you don’t need to apologize for wondering!

hello! i'd like to ask if it's possible to play the android version of the game with the dlcs after buying the dlcs from steam. i wasn't expecting my android version to have my dlcs since i bought them from steam, but it had my step 2 dlc for some reason. is this a glitch or does the apk actually detect what dlcs you already have on your pc? if so, how come i don't have the step 1 dlc appearing on android? thanks!

That is some kind of glitch. It isn’t possible for the Android DLCs to be unlocked by having them on PC. Maybe in one of the old builds we accidentally didn’t lock the Step 2 DLC properly. Sorry for the confusion!

Does Derek and Baxter have canon sexualities? Will Derek still flirts with the MC regardless of their gender?

They’re both pansexual and can like the MC regardless of what gender they have.

I was wondering if Miranda had a crush on Cove in Step 3? I'm not sure why, but I got those vibes from her?

She thinks of him only as a friend. Cove isn’t her type, haha.

This is probably a dumb hope, but I hope Cliff find someone he loves after Cove is grown up and everything. Or at the very least he has someone he's very close with after Cove leaves. 

That’s a really sweet thought to have. Cliff stays single, but he’s graysexual and not-particularly romantically inclined. He only dated when he was really young ‘cause that’s what everyone did. Family and friend relationships are more important to him, and he has plenty of that in his life ^^.

Heya! I was curious if there might be a nickname system in N&F? I kind of pull an Elizabeth when I play and choose a different variation of a name like having Rosie in step one and changing it to Rose in step two, then maybe Rosetta in step three for example, but it also feels a little bit odd being scolded using my nickname hehe. That's all I was wondering about, thank you for your time and the wonderful games!

We are hoping to include the option to go by a nickname in Our Life: Now & Forever. But nothing has been programmed yet, so we can’t 100% guarantee it, haha.

Just curious, what would Liz's and Cove's relationship be if MC wasn't around? I feel like they wouldn't get along as well as they do now, especially during the first and second step 

They’d definitely have a lot of friction growing up and they’d likely avoid each other as much as possible. Once they were both older, I imagine they’d be decent neighbor acquaintances. But they still wouldn’t be nearly as close as they are with the MC bringing Cove into things.

What do the customizable eyes look like in the game? Do they look as they are in the creating avatar section? Or do they look different when actually playing the game?

That’s up to you! The doll is just meant to be a general idea. You can apply it to your imagined MC as much or as little as you prefer.

Did Cove go through a "phase" during his adolescence? I don't really wanna headcanon it so I wonder if there's anything (cringy) canon since we missed out on the ages of 14-17 hahaha

Not really, aha. 14-17 Cove is pretty recognizable to his 13 and 18 year old self.

Hello! I'm sorry to bother you, especially with all the messages you get. I was just wondering if the religious wedding venue was exclusive to a church or if there will be different religions of weddings? Also, I love this VN so much, it's so well written and every character is so amazing, thank you for making such a beautiful game.

The church is treated as a historic building rather than anything actively religious, but it’s not the only option like that. There’s a historic synagogue and stuff too! And that’s really nice of you to say <3.

How differently would it play out If MC told their moms about the 20$ deal back when it happened? 

They wouldn’t have been happy and would’ve been far more skeptical of Cliff, aha. But they wouldn’t want to keep Cove away from the MC, so it wouldn’t have been too different in the long run.  

Hello may I ask what Cove's favorite fudge/ice cream flavor would be? Its alright if its not answered 

He appreciates them all, but his top favorites would be the fruit flavored ones and the ones with nuts.

Hi! I really wanted to make mc's house in a game and tried really hard to figure out the floor plan, but I wondered if you have the floor plan of the mc's house so that i can try again with more accuracy?

Thank you a lot for this game, i loved it a lot! (my first play took me 8 hours lol)

I’m really sorry, we don’t have anything like that. But at least you can headcanon that what you did is correct and nothing can prove it wrong, haha.

Hello,I recently started playing lake of voices (I put it off for a long while since I’m usually not very good with horror) and I’m really happy I did!I’m a big fan of your games in general and lake of voices was absolutely great as well.I loved the characters and the dark setting of it,I adored the beautiful art and music and the story was great too,sometimes unsettling and sometimes very sweet.My favorite Route in the game was definitely Lu,I liked his character and was really shocked and distraught by his Route at least two times.I didn’t see the plot twist(s) coming at all!

Besides these ramblings I’ve also wanted to ask if you still remember how to get the lower two CGs on page 5?I seem to always miss them and would appreciate any help.Anyways I hope I wasn’t too much of a bother and I wish the devs a great day!:)

Thank you for all the kind words <3. You get those DLCs by going through the end of the Guide’s character path. You can use the guides on Steam to help you find it/reach the end!

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Prince Nuada X Autistic Reader

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again gonna be based on the AU where he works for the BPRD :) also because obviously autism is a huge scale, i’m just basing it off my own experiences, so sorry if it isn’t what you wanted but let me know if you want me to change it :)

- You were friends with Red, Abe and Liz

- Nuada had seen you with them multiple times

- But whenever you saw him you’d avoid his gaze, muttering to your friends and leaving the room

- He was under the impression you disliked him, but for what reason, he’d never been rude to you? 

- So he decided to talk to Red about it

- Who had given him a raised brow and a sigh

- “Look, y/n doesn’t hate you, she has autism” He starts and Nuada frowns

- “Autism? What’s that?” He asks, and Red scratches his forehead

- “Well it’s hard to classify under one vague description, but it’s a sort of communication and social disorder” He starts

- “There are different types, it’s a spectrum so everyone with a diagnosis has different symptoms” He says, and Nuada nods

- “So what makes hers different” He asks, and Red shrugs

- “She doesn’t like meeting new people, puts her on edge, too many social expectations I believe, she doesn’t like handshakes, or people touching her, unless of course she touches you first, then you know it’s ok, what else, oh yea, bright lights, she’s light sensitive” He gestures the brightly lit room. “Which isn’t particularly best being here and all, she also has hyperfixations” He says, and Nuada frowns

- “Hyper fixation? What are those” He asks, and Red explains

- “A special interest, something she’s currently interested, it can change of course, and she can have multiple sometimes, but at the moment it’s mushroom species” He says, and then looks curiously at him

- “But why do you want to know” He asks, and Nuada shrugs

- “I want to get to know her” He says simply, and Red watches him

- “Well, she’ll talk to anybody about her fixations, so why don’t you start a conversation about mushrooms” He suggests, and Nuada nods, thanking him before leaving

- Two days later he’d found you sitting at a desk, book in hand, he noticed the title from afar. Fungi, he smiled. Before walking closer, pulling out a chair and sitting down across from you, and your head shot up, looking at the man who was sitting across from you

- He gestures to your book

- “I see you’re interested in mushrooms” He offers, and you nod slowly, not sure why he’s sitting near you. But he keeps on talking

- “Did you know a single Portabella mushroom can contain more potassium than a banana?” He asks, and your interest is peaked, a grin on your face as you nod.

- “Mhm, the French first started  to popularise them in the 19th century, but before that the Egyptians and Greeks believed they’d provide energy during battle, and I suppose they were right because they would give them a lot more energy than some things they would of eaten in that era. But the Egyptians labelled them to be the plant of immortality and made it so commoners weren’t allowed to eat them-” You slowed down, looking up at Nuada, to see he was still paying attention and upon seeing he was you kept talking

- The conversation lasted a while, the two of you passing facts back and forth, Nuada even knowing some that you hadn’t

- Nuada on the other hand, was beaming at the conversation, he’d finally talked to you, and you’d enjoyed it, or so he thought, but from the way you smiled at him he had to be doing something right

- It was only now you’d realised you’d been talking for over three hours, and you bluntly pointed this out to him, and he glanced at the clock in the room

- “It appears you’re right” He says, and stands

- “Do you- want to come and get dinner with me?” He offers, you looked at the clock, it was late, meaning the hall wouldn’t be as busy as it usual, but still you looked uncertain, and Nuada noticed this

- “If it’s busy when we arrive we can always turn back” He offers, and you looked up at him, wondering why he offered, and it was at that moment you realised he knew, knew about the autism, and you frowned to yourself for a moment, you didn’t think elves knew about autism. Unless, unless he’d spoken to Red about it. But he’d only do that if he actually wanted to talk to you

- And why would he want to do that? You thought to yourself. And then you realise Nuada was still standing there, waiting for a response, and you nodded your head, following him towards the food hall

- When you got there it was relatively quiet, but he still looked at you for confirmation to go ahead, and when you nodded he smiled

- You were both sitting next to each other on the bench, making some light conversation, as you ate, and you heard the thumpy boots of Red, and you looked up and saw his surprised expression, Liz, Abe and Nuala following behind him, similar surprised expressions on their faces. 

- He walked over, taking a seat on the other side of the table, smirking

- “Looks like you made a new friend there short fry” He joked, and you frowned

- “Fuck off” You blurted out before making an oop noise at the back of your throat, apologising and he laughed. 

- “Don’t worry about it kiddo, it’s good to see you’re making friends, and you-” He turned to look at Nuada. “You do anything to upset her and I’ll curb stomp you” He says, and you laugh slightly.

- Nuada frowns, assuring him he wouldn’t, and Red nods, before standing back up

- “Well, I’ll leave you two to it” He smiles and you wave goodbye to him

- A few weeks later and you’re at Nuada’s side, the two of you closer now than before, practically never apart, if one of you was somewhere, the other wasn’t far behind.

- Nuada was fiercely protective of you, someone made a joke at your expense, they’d be threatened until they wished they could crawl into a corner and cry. 

- You let him touch you now, which was a big step, he would do it firmly, not lightly, knowing it made your skin crawl, but there would be head pats and shoulder pats most days.

- If you were in a crowded area you’d move closer to Nuada, a hand balling in the fabric of his shirt and his arm would be around you quickly, finding the quickest route out of the situation

- The others had watched your relationship progress, they were surprised with how quickly you’d accepted him into your life. You still barely let Red touch you and you had known him for over a year

- But it was quickly becoming less platonic and more romantic. His gestures more softer, sweeter, caring, forehead kisses and hugs before leaving to your respective quarters

- And it was long before the two of you were sharing a quarter. Both of you preferring to start the day together, as well as ending it together

- And he eventually kissed you one day

- Making your relationship official

- Red had still threatened even if he knew he wouldn’t hurt you. Nuala was over the moon, her brother finally accepting humanity, when a few months ago he’d set to destroy them, he was now caring for one

- He was still in tune to your needs, he knew what you liked and disliked, any fabrics that caused you discomfort, smells you were adverse too, food that made your stomach crawl. He always seemed to know when something was wrong. 

- He made your life a thousand times earlier, making sure you completed deadlines, handed in reports, took any medicine on time, ate properly

- It was easier to manage with him around

- And he wasn’t going away any time soon

[tommydarlings]

All the good girls go to Hell | pt.1 - Poor little girl

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: kinda sexual tension, daddy kink? kinda kidnapping, one swear word at the end

w/c: 1.2k

Requests: OPEN

Summary:  y/n has always been a quiet and shy girl. She was a typical good girl. And that's exactly what Tom Holland aka. the most feared man in the world wants. A good girl, but will that work?

y/f/n = your friends name

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“He sat fire to the World around him, but never let a flame touch her”

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"How do you mean you won't make it?!" Tom shouted through the phone with an annoying voice.

"There are more opponents here than we would have thought sir," Anthony explained through the phone. "And who should pick up my girl now you idiots?!" Tom cried frustratingly.

"Can't you do that?" Anthony quietly asked with a bitter voice. "What did you just say?!" Tom replied shocked. "That's not a problem, is it?" Anthony quietly asked his boss.

"You know what? Okay. I'll get the girl with the private jet while you two idiots do your job "Tom said quickly before he hang up.

Tom didn't think he'd have to get the girl that will soon be his, but there he sat, in his millions of dollars expensive private jet to pick up his treasure.

 y/n's pov:

I sat comfortably on my bed in my room and talked to my friend on the phone, y//f/n, when I suddenly heard someone trying to open my door. Therefore, I live alone, and my parents or friends usually never come to visit me, so, it could not mean anything good. A few seconds later, a man, dressed in black, stood in my room.

"I c-call y-you back y/f/n, okay?" I said into the phone before hanging up.

"Hello darling" said the mysterious man. "I think you're in the wrong house, sir"

 Ohhh, the girl had no idea what she was doing to him when she said 'sir'.

"No, I'm right and you, my little one, will come along with me now," He said with a smirk on his face.

He came so close that he was right in front of me and the door was free.

"If I run now, maybe I could make it then and escape" i thought. Of course, i thought that would be a good idea and jumped towards the door. But i did not get far therefore within a few seconds he held my wrists in his hands and pressed me against the wall.

"Uh, uh, where do you think you´re going princess?" He asked with a grin on his face.

"Please, let me go, I didn't do anything to you," i whined as i got tears in my eyes. "That's right princess, you didn't do anything to me," He leaned on, so that he could whisper in my ear, "But you have no idea what I'm going to do to you."

That was the moment when the tears started to fall and i thought of the worst things.

Will he rape me?

Will he torture me?

Will he-

But before i could think of the bad things, he let go of my wrists and loosened his tie.

"W-what are you doing?" i asked  with a quiet and fragile voice. But he said nothing and made only a 'come here' move with his fingers. Slowly, i stepped away from the wall and stood in front of the man. However, he walked around me so the he stood behind me and whispered in my ear, "Do you like roleplaying?" i started to sob because i knew this will be the moment where i will get raped. After a few minutes of giving no answer, the man became impatient and grabbed my throat from behind and whispered again, "I.asked.you.something, darling, and I think it's pretty rude if you don't answer, huh?"

I didn't know what to answer. I haven't done roleplaying yet, I´m not a virgin anymore, but i had no idea about that kind of thing.

However, the man waited long enough and wanted an answer. He wrapped his one hand around my hair and yanked my head back, so that we both looked deeply into each other's eyes now.

"You know, princess, I'm a pretty impatient man, and I'm a man who gets everything he wants. And by everything I mean everything. If you don't answer the question then you answer at least this question now, Are you a virgin? "he asked with a rough and deep voice.

"No sir" I answered quickly and briefly while tears ran down my cheeks. The man smirked and answered in a deep voice, "Good"

He let go of my hair before he asked, "So you've never done roleplay before?" He was still behind me when I shook my head 'no' in response, but that was too less for him.

"Words princess" he growled as he slowly caressed my arms with his fingertips.

"No sir," I replied with a broken voice because of all the crying, but he apparently didn't care.

"Then we will have a lot of fun my love" he whispered before he blindfolded me with his tie.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked quietly as he took my hand and started walking. "You will come with me darling" he replied.

"But why?" I whined.

Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

He turned around so that he stood right in front of me and took my chin into his hand.

"I thought you were a good girl, but do you know what good girls do?" he asked me.

„No sir“

"Good girls, don't ask questions, good girls do what is required of them, and I ask you to be quiet now and follow my rules, did you understand me?" he whispered with an rough voice.

„Undertstood"

„Understand what?“

„Understood… sir?“

He grabbed her chin even tighter than before.

„Understood... daddy?“

He leaned forward again so that he could whisper in my ear.

"Good girl"

I detested this man and hated him, but his voice, and this 'good girl' made my knees go weak.

He dragged me further outside until he stood still and scooped me up in his strong arms. And of course he placed both of his hands on my butt.

"C-could you please remove your hands-"

„What? Should I remove my hands from your ass? No. Didn't you listen to me before? I will do with you what i want and when i want it, alright? "

This was once again a moment when i couldn't hold it together and the tears started to stream down my cheeks again.

„Yes … daddy“

"Good girl, even learned something"

He went into the jet with me and put me on a cozy bench before removing the tie from my eyes. All i could see was pure luxury.

Gold decorated benches with beautiful tables in front of them and on one table stood a champagne bottle with two glasses next to it.

"Do you want a drink?" the man asked. "No, thank you," i replied shortly before wiping away my tears.

He also noticed the tears and knelt infront of me.

"Stop crying, okay? It will all get better and easier"

"You don't know that" i growled.

Unfortunately, this was not the smartest idea of mine.

He got up and grabbed me by the neck, so i almost stopped breathing.

"Now listen to me darling, I'm the boss here, okay? That means I'll make the rules and tell you what to do, and if you disobey me, oh, then I'll have to punish you and believe me if I tell you you don't want to be punished by me princess. Either you play after my rules and be my good girl and listen to me, or you will experience the consequences, capiche? "he said with a rough voice as he pressed his hand more firmly on my neck.

"Yes daddy"

"That's a good girl"

He sat down on the place right next to me and said,

„Oh! Sorry, forget to introduce me, I'm Tom, Tom Holland "

And that was the moment where i realized that I'm in deep shit.

permanent Taglist:

a/n: Ahhhh! Hope you like this one! There will a be much more diffrent stuff in the story! :) ily,liz <3

“All the good girls go to Hell” Taglist:

@goodgirlgonetom

@quacksonlover81

@strawbrryserena @sushiinmidnight

[lovecolibri]

Not going to lie as an Alex fan this season felt like a huge f*ck you. His connection to the group was already tenuous at best and this season the two people he cares for the most almost died and we didn't get a single onscreen acknowledgement from any of his supposed "friends" that he should even be told let alone be given the chance to be there for them. It's a huge disservice to his character and I can't wrap my mind around what the writers were thinking here. I don't understand how the show could give us so many one on one scenes between everyone and explore new dynamics all season and not one of them involved Alex. No one thought "Hey this person is so important to Michael and we claim to care about that so maybe at least one of his siblings (even Dallas) could express an interest in him at some point? Or maybe we could have Liz ask him about his feelings for Michael just once after having her be team M*luca all last season to acknowledge the Echo/Malex parallels?" Getting one scene with Max at the last minute when Michael was missing that wasn't all about how Alex was feeling about it but about Max brooding was downright insulting. Hyping it before the season as something we should look forward to even more so. Letting him express repeatedly how much Kyle's friendship has come to mean to him now without letting him be there after the hate crime or be the one to give him relationship advice was garbage. And that's not even touching the Greg of it all. Some last minute COVID related shooting change for a scene or two doesn't account for any of it regardless of how much some people fixate on that to stay optimistic. Whatever assurances we get for S4 clearly can't be trusted. It's no wonder Tyler has to be coerced into promoting any part of this show.

"the two people he cares for the most almost died and we didn't get a single onscreen acknowledgement from any of his supposed "friends" that he should even be told let alone be given the chance to be there for them." whooo boy something about the treatment of Alex Manes is going to be my villain origin story, I just know it. This was outright RIDICULOUS. As one of my other anons said, why are we getting more scenes of Alex and Kyle talking about WANTING to spend time together, than we get of them actually spending time together?! HOW did his soulmate Michael literally get kidnapped and stabbed and left for dead by his own evil father after Alex has spent most of their relationship taking great pains to keep Michael safe from his own evil father and we didn't get to see ANY reaction about it aside from that deeply insulting Max scene (the scene itself wasn't the problem, it's WHEN that scene takes place and what we SHOULD have seen from Alex in that moment instead of what we got. Alex giving Max a pep talk and casually mentioning info about Michael would have been better a few episodes ago but then they would have had to have time for the plots to breathe and they really needed those first 5 episodes instead, okay? 🙄), and we didn't get to see Alex rescuing Michael, or caring for him afterword and we got the hint that Jones would be going after Alex and that whole build up of Michael being fireproof and that all lead nowhere too and now Jones is dead, so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

"No one thought "Hey this person is so important to Michael and we claim to care about that so maybe at least one of his siblings (even Dallas) could express an interest in him at some point? Or maybe we could have Liz ask him about his feelings for Michael just once after having her be team M*luca all last season to acknowledge the Echo/Malex parallels?"" *girl shaking hairbrush.gif* WHYYYYY?! Why is Malex being talked about with the people who care about Alex and Michael SUCH a hard emotional beat to hit?! How did we get every rando knowing about Malex but can't hear anything from the actual friends and family unless it's getting thrown in Michael's face? Why did we get more acknowledgement from the group about m*ria and Greg, and about Isobel and Anatsa, and more of those characters talking about their feelings than we got for Malex?! You know, the more than a decade long love story that overcame extreme violence and outside people/circumstances keeping them apart? That one? And no, trying to retcon d*lmanes does NOT count. 🙄 We didn’t even get Jones going after Alex because he’s important to Michael! Even with the MASSIVE set up for it and them having Jones AND Michael imply that that’s what was going on. Only for it to also amount to nothing. Another one of my anons pointed out the parallel soulmate stories we have going on with three people who are supposed to be friends-Kyle, Alex, and Liz, and yet we’ve gotten NO scenes with them talking about what it’s like to be Team Human! We got a scene with Alex’s best friend Kyle, Alex’s brother Greg who stepped in front of a bullet for Michael because he knew what Michael meant to Alex, and Michael all in a scene together and their one connecting thread-Alex-didn’t come up ONCE! *muffled screaming as I smother myself with a pillow* No comments on the hell Alex went through last season, no half-joking shovel talks, NOTHING. I just...WHY?!?! If they wanted drama, they HAD it in SPADES this season with things they refused to pursue in favor of what? A clumsy racism plotline? A vision plot that was utterly useless? Another pointless love triangle?

Hopefully after that disaster of a finale we can all manage our expectations for season 4 and maybe be pleasantly surprised instead of let down, but man was it frustrating to see a season with SO much potential that just....couldn’t follow through on anything.

[theminionjcfucked]

The BB23 Houseguests and the combination of former players they are: Good vs Evil Edition

PSA: I’ve done a specific combination of generally liked players and generally hated players amongst the BB Fandom. DO NOT get mad at me if your fav is compared to someone you don’t like. I did this strictly based on how they played and how it compares to the current cast. I compared some of my favs to hot garbage but it is a deliberate comparative of “good vs evil”.

Don’t be a salty bitch. 😁

Enjoy!

Alyssa: BB18 Natalie/ BB18 Nicole- She cute and flirty just like Natalie was but I fear her playing the Franzel game of wanting a meat shield and a boy toy will lead to her downfall.

Azah: BB19 Dominique/ BB19 Jessica- She has a very poised demeanor about her and speaks only with integrity and heart just like Dominique did, however I feel as though just like Jessica, she’s gonna let her heart play too much into her game and end up pulling a damaging move towards her own game.

Brent: BB16 Cody/BB18 Paulie- A Jersey boy combo. In comparison to Cody on BB16, he’s somewhat decent to look at. But he has all the disgusting qualities of Paulie that make him so unappealing. Especially the cockiness. Truly a blend of both Calafiore brothers.

Britini: BB18 Michelle/BB19 Christmas- She has a lot of emotional roller coasters like Michelle did but she also has the same spunk that Meech did too. However, I do feel like she is becoming too confident in saying what she wants to everyone and seeing herself with a victim/hero complex like Christmas did.

Christian: BB16 Hayden/BB16 Frankie- In comparison to Hayden, he’s playful and can sometimes liven up a room. But he is arrogant and full of himself like Frankie was. And based on his acting skills I’ve seen, I don’t know how he could honestly think he is all that and a bag of chips.

Claire: BB17 Becky/ BB20 Angela- Claire is athletic and fun just like Becky. She also is down to scheme the way Becky was. But she is also furniture right now, just like Angela was.

Derek F: BB12 Rachel Reilly/BB22 Kevin- JFC if he doesn’t have all the personality in the world! Like he is funny and brings a lot into the house ala Rachel style, but his reads on the house are as piss poor as Kevin’s.

Derek X: BB17 Johnny Mac/B18 Paul- Just like Johnny Mac he is a stellar competitor when it comes to making smart moves and generally being in everybody’s good graces. But just like Paul, DX is a new player, who is learning the game quite well, but it could be his downfall as he may discredit his fellow competitors abilities and let they slide by instead of getting them out.

Frenchie: BB1 Chicken George/ BB21 Jack- He had all the simple older man vibes as Chicken George with all the condescending self righteous POS behaviors as Jack.

Hannah: BB13 Britney/ BB8 Daniele: She is witty and charming like Britney. Right now she isn’t seen as a threat which can be good, but I do fear she might let her tongue get too sharp like Dani did in her first season.

Kyland: BB6 Kaysar/ BB21 Tommy- He is so wholesome and caring the way he treats other houseguests in the same way Kaysar was but I do feel he is a bit passive with some shit the way Tommy was about all the bullshit that went on with BB21

Sarah Beth: BB18 Bridgette/ BB15 Andy- Like Bridgette, she had the sweet demeanor with a savage underbelly if she is crossed. But she’s also inching closer and closer to a rat like game as Andy did.

Tiffany: BB3 Danielle/ BB20 Tyler- Tiffany has the strongest grip on the game just like Danielle did, and she has aligned herself with good players who will have her back as she slowly knocks down the competition. However, much like Tyler with Kaycee, she has a couple of shadows (Ky/Claire/DX) that could sneak up a steal her win if she doesn’t start managing her jury now.

Travis: BB16 Zach/ BB11 Jeff- He was entertaining in the same ridiculous way Zach was but his dude bro frat boy attitude is very reminiscent of Schroeder

Whitney: BB3 Marcellas/ BB17 Liz- She gives me emptyheaded yet entertaining vibes the way Marcellas did but also mean girl bitch vibes the way Liz did.

Xavier: BB2 Will/ BB18 James- I think he is clever with how he navigates the social part of this game the same way Will did, but I think his goofiness could lead to his game falling apart.