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makeitmingi · 8 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 30]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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Just like you and Mingi predicted, you were so busy that you haven't really spent any time with him over the next couple of weeks. What made you feel worse was not being able to see Haneul.

You started early or worked through the night that having Haneul around would just not be fair to her. You wouldn't be able to give your attention to her and care for her, which is why she still doesn't live with you.

"Mingi hyung, are you okay?" Jongho asked, noticing the taller male unusually quiet, a distant look on his face.

"I'm worried about Indigo... You know she had just been cooped up in her studio. I've been busy too so I haven't gone to visit her and check if she's okay." Mingi sighed.

"It's normal when it's comeback preparation season for producers. Hongjoong hyung hasn't been coming home too." Jongho said.

"Her studio is just downstairs, buddy. You can ask her." Yunho patted Mingi on the shoulder.

"No... I don't want to disturb her. She's stresesd out as is..." Mingi chewed on his bottom lip. He groaned, falling back to lay on the practice room floor. He missed you so much.

"I'm sure you won't stress her." Yunho chuckled.

"It's not me that will stress her. It's the thought of me that will stress her out. I know her, she'll see me and feel bad for not spending time with me. I don't want to add to that. If she thinks we're both busy that we can't spend time with each other, it'll make her feel less guilty." Mingi explained.

"Wow." Jongho snorted with a smile. Even Yunho blinked, speechless at how Mingi was so confident in his knowledge of you.

Mingi didn't even know your schedule, he just knew you were busy. The both of you decided not to share a calendar and overwhelm or worry the other party.

"Maybe you can cook her a meal, lighten that load." Wooyoung joined the discussion circle.

"My omma has been giving me food to give to her." Mingi said flatly. He remembers the shock, thinking the food was for him but his mother warned him not to eat it, saying it was for you only.

"I would suggest we all surprise her but with Mingi's whole insight into Indigo's psyche earlier, I'm not sure if that will go well."

"You guys think of something. I'll just buy her a coffee and get it delivered to her studio first." Mingi pushed himself to stand up, going to retrieve his phone. He ordered two iced coffees from the cafe you liked and got it delivered to your studio.

'Thanks for the coffee, Mings... I really needed it. Are you in the studio today? - Prod. Baby'

'Yeah. Actually I'm already in the building, we just finished dance practice. - Mings'

'Can you come? - Prod. Baby'

"That's my queue. I'll see you guys later." Mingi slung his bag over his shoulder and left the dance studio. Before going to you, he went to the bathroom to change out of his hoodie and into a clean shirt.

DING DONG

Mingi stood there, waiting for you to open the door. Not that you didn't tell him your studio password or anything, he simply didn't want to know it when you offered to tell him. That was your private space, not his, and if he was going to be inside, you should be there with him.

"Mings." A smile appeared on your face as you opened the door and took him in. Mingi dropped his bag, immediately leaning down to scoop you into his arms.

"I missed you." You said, muffled into his shoulder as your arms tightened around his neck.

"Me too." He mumbled, rubbing his face into your neck. He took a deep breath, inhaling your familiar scent and relaxed in your hold.

Like always, Mingi didn't let you go. Instead, he teetered into the studio, closing the door behind him. He didn't care that his bag was left in the hallway.

"You left your bag out there, silly." You giggled.

"It's fine. There's nothing good to steal in there." Mingi said. You shook your head with a laugh, leaning in to give him a quick peck. After that, you went to get his bag from outside, closing the door and locking the door after that.

"Baby, have you been sleeping here again?" Mingi asked, finally noticing the set up pull out bed. You hadn't bothered to tidy it up since you were using it for night sleeps and naps.

That was when Mingi took in your appearance as well. You looked tired, pale with sunken eyes. You also felt lighter when Mingi lifted you up.

"Only for the past two nights." You confessed. Mingi didn't lecture you or scold you.

"Poor, baby." He hugged you.

"That's fine. I just needed to see you. I'm already feeling much better after seeing you." You wrapped your arms around his waist, sticking yourself to him like a baby koala.

"Let's take a nap, hmm? I'll wake you up when you want me to." Mingi suggested kindly. That sounded really tempting, sleeping with Mingi beside you, holding you. Looking back at your desk, you thought about all the work you have been doing. Maybe you could afford a 1-hour nap or even 2-hours.

"Okay. Wake me up in 2 hours." You told him. Mingi nodded, setting the alarm on his phone. You dimmed the lights as you both settled on the pull out bed.

"It's not as comfortable as home." You chuckled, feeling the springs move easily under you.

"That's okay. It's better than nothing." He smiled, happy to just be with you. One arm was tucked under your head, becoming your pillow and his other arm draped over your waist loosely.

"Before you sleep..." Mingi started. You hummed in question.

"This." He pressed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, hands coming up to hold his cheeks. You felt Mingi squeeze the flesh of your waist.

"Okay, now you can sleep." He said, pulling away. You laughed at how silly he was as you tucked your face into the crook of his neck.

You fell asleep in record time, forgetting where you were temporarily. The previous two weeks of barely getting any sleep caught up with you so quickly. All that mattered was that Mingi was here with you and you were in safe in his arms.

"Baby? Love? It's time to wake up." Of course Mingi didn't want to wake you up but he promised he would and he didn't want you to be upset that you slept for so long.

"Hmm..." You groaned, clutching onto Mingi's shirt.

"You can sleep longer if you want. I just don't want you to be mad at me if I didn't wake you up first." He said.

"Not... mad... You smell... good...." You mumbled out with your face still smushed against Mingi's bicep. He laughed, his free hand coming up to thread through your hair.

"Thanks?"

"You're welcome..." You replied. You were obviously half asleep, not really aware of the conversation you were having with Mingi.

"Need to... work... But I don't want... to move..." You grumbled with your eyes still closed. Mingi wanted to carry you up and take you home to continue sleeping in a proper bed. He showered you in kisses until you scrunched your nose and peeked open an eye to stare at him.

"Oh, we're still in the studio." You yawned, stretching your arms over your head as you blinked, taking in your surroundings. You had forgotten that you were here.

"Up we go." Mingi helped you sit up and you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

"Go work. I'll clear all this up." Mingi patted your lower back to urge you to move, tossing the pillows aside.

"Mmm, okay." You hummed and shuffled over to sit in your chair. Mingi tidied up the bed, he folded the blanket and placed it into the basket you had before making everything look like a couch again.

"All done." He came over and leaned down to give you a kiss on the cheek. You turned to see everything put away neatly.

"Thank you." You tilted your head up to give him a peck. You reached over to take a sip of your coffee before going back to work. Mingi sat on the couch, not wanting to disturb or distract you. He had his phone out, writing some lyrics.

"Mings, aren't you tired from practice? You don't have to wait for me to finish. You could go home if you'd like." You said to him, not taking your eyes off the screen in front of you.

"No, I'm okay. I know I don't have to wait, I want to. But if you want the space to think alone, I'm fine too." Mingi replied.

"No, I do want you here." You turned around to look at him.

"Even if you aren't right next to me, knowing you're there with me makes me feel less anxious. I can't describe it. It's almost like you have a calming effect on me." You explained.

"Don't worry, I understand because I feel the same when you're with me too." Mingi chuckled.

"Really?" You tilted your head. He nodded in confirmation.

You smiled softly then turned back to do your work. Sure, you joke about how Mingi can be distracting when you're trying to work but you never actually minded him being around you. It was true, he had that effect on you. You didn't feel stressed, anxious or overwhelmed by all the work.

After working for some time, Mingi noticed that it was time for dinner. He was going to order some takeout for the both of you when a text came in from Wooyoung.

'Bring Indigo upstairs to the roof! - Wooyoung'

'But she's busy... - Mingi'

'Tell her Seonghwa hyung and Hongjoong hyung told her to go. She'll agree. - Wooyoung'

"Hey, baby? Sorry to interrupt." Mingi approached you carefully, gently tapping your shoulder so as to not startle you. You removed your headphones and looked at him quizically.

"The captain and Seonghwa hyung asked me to bring you upstairs." Mingi explained.

"Why?" You tilted your head.

"Not sure... I was just told to bring you." He scratched his head. True to what Wooyoung predicted, you put your headphones down and saved your progress before heading up with him. Since it was late, Mingi boldly held your hand the entire way.

"What-"

"Surprise!" The roof top was decked out with lanterns and fairy lights. Seonghwa and Wooyoung were standing over a big pot of some sorts, stirring what looked to be soup.

"Unnie!" Haneul wiggled in San's arms. He let her down and she ran to you. You bent down to hug her tightly.

"Haneulie, I missed you so much." You whispered as you showered her in kisses. She burst into a fit of giggles from the tickles.

"Did you plan this?" You turned to Mingi.

"Nope! It was the rest of us." Hongjoong slung an arm around your shoulder, leading you away. Haneul held onto your free hand, an excited, giddy smile on her face. You went to give Wooyoung, Yeosang and Seonghwa thank you hugs. Despite not being on for skinship, Jongho let you hug him.

"Thank you for driving to get Haneul." You hugged Yunho. He smiled brightly, happily hugging you. He even lifted you up a little like Mingi usually does with you.

"Me too! Me too! I went along." San snatched you away to hug you.

"Yah, that's enough." Mingi voiced. Haneul let go of your hand and ran to him to hug his leg.

"Hi there, little princess." He smiled and bent down to hold Haneul. She always liked when Yunho or Mingi held her because she felt so tall. Haneul giggled and wrapped her arms around Mingi.

"Hi, big princess!" She kicked her legs slightly with happiness. Mingi blinked at the nickname she just called him.

"But I'm not a princess?"

"You are! Yunho oppa said so!" Haneul pointed to the other tall male, who was snickering. Mingi shot his best friend a flat look. Of course it would originate from him.

"Okay, no more giant princess. Come here, little bear." Jongho cut in and took Haneul away. Haneul willingly sat in Jongho's lap as they looked out the balcony at the cars and people walking by. You softened watching the two of them.

"Mine." You jumped at Mingi's sudden appearance behind you. He draped his arms over your shoulders from the back.

"Alright, alright. Time to eat kids." Seonghwa called. After Yeosang handed you a drink, Wooyoung came and stole you from Mingi, sitting you beside him.

"Yah, Jung Wooyoung!" Mingi yelled in protest.

"We made Baeksuk. For you to replenish your energy." Wooyoung ignored Mingi and spoke to you excitedly. Hongjoong, San and Yunho helped given out the bowls of hot chicken soup to everyone.

"Wait, wait. I need to help Haneul cut up the meat." You chuckled, standing back up.

"Don't worry, Indigo. I got it. Just sit and enjoy your dinner." Jongho assured. He used his chopsticks to pick off the meat and shredded it into small pieces for Haneul, mixing it with her rice.

"Thanks, Jongho ah." You smiled softly, melting at how Jongho was with Haneul. They have grown close even if he wouldn't verbally admit it. You sat back down beside Wooyoung and Yeosang. Mingi's face fell as he sulked, he had hoped that you would still change seats to sit with him.

"Thank you for the surprise, everyone. For bringing Haneul here and cooking. Although, I'm curious how you all got such a big pot." You giggled, raising your soda can.

"We rented it. You can do that, surprisingly. But you're welcome, we hope you have all the energy after this." Seonghwa smiled.

"I will." You looked at all of them. It won't be the food that gave you energy but everyone seated here with you.

"Is it good, little bear?" Jongho asked.

"Mhmm!" Haneul said, shovelling the food into her mouth. Jongho laughed and wiped her mouth with a napkin. He added more seaweed into her bowl to mix with the rice and chicken.

"Here, let me help you." San wore two layers of gloves and helped you tear apart the chicken, putting one of the legs in your bowl.

"Thank you, Sannie." You dipped the chicken and ate it with the radish kimchi. It tasted very good, just the comforting meal you needed. What made it taste better was the fact that the Ateez boys put in effort to cook it for you.

"We know you're busy tomorrow but if it's okay with you, we would like to take Haneul to the aquarium?" Yunho asked softly. Your hand stopped in its movement.

"But if you're not comfortable, we won't." Yeosang quickly added, having noticed how you stiffened.

"It's nothing to do with you guys. It's not that I don't trust you with her..." You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to explain yourself.

"It's just... I have to think of her safety. What if the media or fans know that you're there? I don't want her face planted all over the news." You sighed.

"It's okay to be honest and worried about her safety, Indigo. We completely understand and don't take offense to that at all. We actually called and the aquarium is willing to open late for us to visit in the morning before they open the public. If you're fine with that." Wooyoung explained.

"If it's just going to be you guys and her, I don't mind. But are you sure you guys have the time to take her?" You asked.

"Yeah. Jongho, Yunho, Wooyoung and I will be there. We'll go and have lunch before coming back." Yeosang said.

"Okay then. You guys should be the ones to tell her. I'm sure she will be happy to hear it from you." You gave a little smile, watching as the boys told Haneul their plan tomorrow.

"Really?!" Her eyes lit up.

"Yeah, baby. But I won't be able to go because I have work. You'll go with the oppas, okay?" You told her. She nodded excitedly.

"Yay! Aquarium!" She cheered. Jongho mimicked her, throwing his hands up in celebration as well.

After the meal, you all helped clean up before going home. You figured you could skip a night of work since you didn't want Haneul to wait for you in your studio. She sat on the couch, waiting patiently for you to pack up.

"Princess oppa is coming home with us?" Haneul tilted her head, looking at Mingi who sat beside her. All the others had gone on their own way, back to shared dorm.

"Yeah..." You stopped, realising that you still haven't told her about you and Mingi.

"Why?" She asked.

"Well... Because..." Mingi tried to help but it ended up failing, not able to come up with an excuse to tell the child. He looked at you for help. You laughed at his helpless expression.

"How should I say this? Baby, Mingi has become my... partner. So he stayed over with me from time to time." You explained.

"Like how an omma and appa are?"

"N-No. We're not married. This is like that stage before they get married?" You scratched your head, unable to really explain to her the concept of dating. But Haneul seemed to accept it, nodding her head. Mingi, on the other hand, was reeling from the fact that you described your relationship as the step before marriage.

"I'm ready. Shall we go home?" You asked. Mingi shook his head to clear his head. He wordlessly came to take your bag for you, slinging it over his own shoulder.

"Let's go!" Haneul jumped down from the couch and held your hand. You smiled down at her.

"I'll call a cab." Mingi said.

You and Mingi pulled up your masks before you entered the cab. Haneul sat on your lap and you wrapped your arms around her, resting your head against her.

"Comfy?" You chuckled. She nodded with a hum. She reached up and toyed with your earrings, something she did since she was a baby. You guessed that she must have been tired because she ended up with her falling asleep.

"Hang on, let me help you." When the cab stopped, Mingi put the bag on the ground and came to your side. You very carefully moved Haneul into Mingi's arms.

"Your husband is very kind." The taxi driver complimented as you handed him the money.

"Thank you. Goodnight, ahjusshi." You didn't bother to correct him. You got out of the cab and carried the bags.

"Don't worry, I got it." You assured Mingi. He nodded, adjusting Haneul so she would be more comfortable. The two of you went up to the apartment.

"Why don't you shower first? I'll change Haneul's clothes." You asked. Mingi nodded and leaned in to give you a sweet kiss before going to the bathroom. You grabbed a towel to wipe Haneul's face, arms and legs then changed her into her pajamas. She must have been tired because she didn't even stir when you moved her.

"Goodnight, baby." You kissed her cheek, tucking her in.

"I'll sleep on the couch tonight." Mingi said when you passed him to go shower, holding your hand.

"No... We haven't spent time in two weeks... There is more than enough space in the bed. That is, if you don't mind sharing the bed with Haneul and I." You said.

"You sure?" He kissed the back of your hand.

"Yeah. With the way we cuddle, we only take up half the bed anyway." You chuckled. Mingi softened, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in. He had really missed you so much. Holding your chin, he tilted your head up so he could press his lips against yours.

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wongyuuu · 8 months

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Hi!! can you do a sort of angst/fluff where the reader and joshua like eachother a lot but the reader always rejects joshua because they're scared to be dating someone who's an idol.

Thank you so much!! even if you don't write it, i still appreciate all you do and all the fix's you write 💕

this one was a little more complicated to write, but somehow i got carried away... so i hope you like it!

pairing: joshua x fem!reader genre: angst word count: 1.4k warnings: cursing

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Staring at the TV ahead of you, watching Joshua give his first ment of the concert, you couldn’t help but feel a little proud of him. His smile was so bright, his voice so kind as he talked with his members and the fans. Looking at him, even if it was through a screen, made your heartache in the worst possible way.

He had invited you to the concert, promised you that no one would ever find out about you attending. Realistically, you knew that no one would recognize you, that you could pass by as just any other fan in the venue. Yet, you couldn't really bring yourself to be there.

If you attended their concert you knew that something was bound to change. It was a change you desperately wanted, desired, and longed for but one you'd never allow yourself to have.

Even if you didn't mean to, your mind went back to the last time you saw Joshua.

It was the weeks before, he called you as soon as he left practice, asking if he could drop by because he wanted to talk with you. Please, it's important. You were never able to say no to Joshua, from the moment you met him. Because it was him, but also because Joshua was the kind of person who only really asked for things when he really needed them. So if he called you, you'd always take his call no matter what you were doing or who you were with.

Less than half an hour later Joshua arrived, pressing the password on your door and letting himself in. Even if he knew your code, he always called first to make sure that you were home and if seeing was something him was you wanted. He was surprised when you took his call and when you said yes to his request.

You had been avoiding him, like the man was the plague. And he knew that he was to blame for it. He pushed too hard, too fast, too far. But at the same time, Joshua was also tired of this game the two of you played, one in which both of you were losers.

"I'm sorry, I know it's late. But I really wanted to see you"

Joshua kissed your cheek, his lips staying against your skin far longer than necessary but not nearly long enough. When he wasn't around the one thing you wanted the most was to be near him, to hear his voice, his laugh. You wanted Joshua in all ways possible. You had been in love with him the moment you met him. It was almost comical, how quickly you had fallen for him, especially considering how you said you didn't believe someone could fall in love after just one meeting.

"I really missed you" he said "I texted you but never got an answer, so I got worried"

While Joshua wasn't the kind of guy who liked texting, God knew how many unanswered texts were on his phone, he always made an effort for you. And because of that you always felt like your relationship with him was different.

"I've been busy, haven't checked my phone in days, actually"

It wasn't a complete lie. Your phone, your personal one, was one you barely used. You bought it mostly to keep your work life and private life separated. Work had been taking up most of your life, so your phone wasn't something you gave a lot of attention to. But you had seen Joshua's texts in the notification bar. hey, is everything okay?, the first one said, call me when you can, followed by, if you're not busy, can we have dinner tomorrow? The tomorrow he mentioned was two nights before. His texts were still to be read.

"I know, that's why I got worried"

He sat in front of you on the couch, holding your hands while this thumb lightly drew patterns on your palms. He had the same expression from the first time you saw him, calm and serene, calming in a way. But you knew better at this point. His beautiful eyes had a pinch of worry and tiredness in them — maybe from the long hours of practice before a concert, or because of the whole situation between you and him.

"I came to invite you to the concert. The guys miss you being around too. They would be very happy if you attended"

You were already shaking your head before he was done speaking. Joshua saw it as a win though, the fact you didn't pull your hands away from him, refusing his touch.

"You know I can't go"

"No one will know you're there, I promise. I know it's not ideal, and not as much fun, but you can watch it from backstage. If someone does see you, they'll just think of you as part of the staff"

He had such hopeful eyes. You know that he thought that it was a good idea, a plan that couldn't possibly fail because he, as well as everyone else, would do their best to hide you and protect you.

"I don't want to hide, Joshua" you felt his hand go cold, so you took them into yours for a change "I don't want to make your life difficult. I don't want you to choose between me and the life you built for the past eleven years. I won't make you choose between me and your brothers, your family. I can't let you do that"

It was his turn to shake his head.

"Who says I have to choose?"

"You can't have it all Joshua, the career and everything else. At least, not in this country"

For the first time, since the two of you started this sort of dance, Joshua pulled away from you.

"I don't understand why you keep doing this. Everyone dates, some of the guys are dating right now. And I know you feel the same as me. So why do you keep pushing me away?"

"Because I am scared!" you screamed "I have seen what it does to people, having their relationship exposed. I don't want to see people talking about you like you committed a crime, demanding your expulsion of seventeen, sending you death threats. I don't to expose my family to this, myself too"

He shook his head, passing your small living room. Two steps was all it took for him to cross it. You loved having him around, how your tiny boring apartment was suddenly full of life when he was around. Even in moments such as that, when the conservation was taking a turn for the worst he brought so much life to the plain walls. Both of you stayed in silence, thinking of what to say next. Joshua wondered what he should say to make you change your mind, while you wanted him to understand where you were coming from, that in your decision was also the love you felt for him.

"Shua" you whispered, finally standing up "I need you to listen to me, okay?"

You felt your body contract in pain at the sight of his eyes filled with tears, just like yours. You took his face into your hands, to make sure that he wouldn’t miss a single word of what you were saying. Not that you needed to. Joshua always paid attention to you, listened to every single thing you had to say.

"I love you so, so, so much. This is the kind of feeling I only ever read about, that I always deemed impossible. And then you came around, with your beautiful eyes and kind smile. You gave me so much. In you, I found love, friendship, a home. You shared your life with me, your brothers. Everything that's precious to you, you gave me a little bit. But I will never do anything to hurt that, anything that could take those things away from you"

You stood on your tiptoes and pulled his face close to yours, kissing his lips for the first and last time.

"Shit" you pushed your tears away, blinking rapidly. The loud cheers of the fans, indicating the start of the next song, were enough to bring you back.

You knew you shouldn't be watching the concert, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop. From that night on, all you'd have of Joshua would be memories and dreams of a life that you could never have.

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the sea around us; chapter seven

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

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(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

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When we make it back, JJ and John B decide they just have to go and talk to Lana Grubbs, so see if she knows anything about the compass we found. I decide to go home in the meantime, see if I can grab some more of my stuff so I don't have to go back again for a day or two. At least until my mom cools off.

I'm walking back home, when I almost get to the door, it swings open and Rafe walks out, looking over his shoulder. I watch him confused, standing at the bottom of the steps. He turns to face me as he keeps walking, almost bumping into me. Before I can say anything, he grabs me and covers my mouth, "Hey, shh- it's okay I'm not gonna hurt you," he whispers, dragging me back and out of sight from the door or any windows before letting me go.

"Rafe what the fuck?" I ask, glaring at him.

"Listen, yeah I know, you can't go in there man." Rafe explains.

"Uh... my house?" I reply, raising my eyebrow at him as I adjust my bag on my shoulder.

"Yeah, your parents are on a war path right now, said they're gonna kick you out. And Kegs is absolutely losing it, man, like he is not ready to let that shit go. He invited me to come get him so we could go golfing but when I got here he insisted we hunt you guys down. I didn't want anything to do with that, so I'm leaving." I sigh as Rafe tells me this, rubbing my forehead with my hand.

"Okay.. are the twins home?" I ask and he shrugs an "l don't know" and I brush past him, sneaking up to the house and up to my bedroom window.

"Hey, Snowy! What are you doing?" He whispers at me as I walk away. Rafe sighs, looks at his car, then back at me as he runs his hand through his hair. He decides to follow me. He gets to the window just as I'm climbing in, and watches from outside as I frantically try and grab whatever I think I'll need for a while.

"Snowy!" I'm greeted by Deck, running up and hugging me at my waist.

"Shh... hey bud, I've got to run." I whisper, leaning over to be face to face with him. "I'll be back soon, but I'm going to give you and Anna my phone, okay? Don't tell mom. The password is the last four digits of the home phone number. If you need me, any time, you call or text JJ, Kie, John B, or Pope, okay? and you may need to try a couple numbers." I explain rapidly, giving him a hug and grabbing my phone from where I left it next to their bed this morning.

"So what I'm hearing is I can text Pope?" Anna asks and I shake my head. "Don't text him unless you need me, do you understand? And don't let mom see the phone. Hide it." I tell her, leaning over onto the bed to give her a hug as well.

I hand Deck the phone, and quickly pack another bag with some work clothes, and clean outfits.

"I love you so much. I'll see you soon." I tell them as I wrap them in my arms. I look up to see Rafe looking in the window at us, and I blush a little bit. I let them go and climb back out the window, waving back at the kids who were now leaning out the window, watching me walk away.

"Hey, come on, get in." Rafe says to me as I start to just walk past his car. I get in and we leave, not sure where to even go. I could go back to the chateau, but that's in the opposite direction so I'll have to go the long way around so I don't pass the house again.

"Thank you." I say to Rafe and he just nods, not taking his eyes off the road. "Why did you help me? This doesn't feel at all like your problem." I chuckle a little bit.

"I just saw you and figured you shouldn't have to go inside and take that. From what I hear, you didn't do anything." Rafe explains. "Kegs isn't mad at you, by the way. Just that pogue friend of yours, the blonde one that held a gun to his head. I don't know if you remember." He jokes and I roll my eyes.

"I remember it ridiculously vividly, I have you know. A traumatic event can bring you out of it, man." I shake my head and Rafe chuckles, looking over at me for the first time in the ride.

"Well, Topper told me he pulled up on you puking on the side of the road, all alone, four miles from home walking home after that shit went down. Just seems like blackout behaviour, that's all."

I nod a little bit. "Yeah, that's a reasonable assumption." I say, giggling.

"Hey, this may be a tall order, but can you take me to Making Waves? I'm starving. If I'm working I can eat for free, Megan's always happy to have more help." I suggest to Rafe, looking over at him and smiling hopefully.

He shakes his head without looking away from the road. "Oh, yeah that's fine. I mean you can drop me off wherever I'll walk, I'm out of sight from the house now so.."

"I'm not doing that." Rafe says. "Let's just go to Tannyhill, you can eat there. Have a shower, a nap, whatever. I think we have someone there to make food today."

"You mean like, Rose?" I chuckle.

"No, like, they pay someone to cook for us a few days a week." My jaw absolutely drops.

"You have a private chef? That's insane. Actually, well, of course you do." I laugh and I see Rafe smile at how entertained I am by that.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't really know why. I can cook on my own."

"It's probably nice to have someone to do it for Wheezie if your dad and Rose are busy." I suggest and he nods.

"Yeah, probably." He responds. He's driving the same way he was before, one hand on the wheel, the other on the gear shift. He's got really nice arms. I'll admit that much to myself.

Before I know it, we reach the Tannyhill estate. It's huge. And beautiful. John B has told me about it, but I never really understood the extent of it.

Rafe parks and we get out of the car, me with a backpack and my tote bag thrown over my shoulder as we walk in.

"I'll set you up in one of the guest rooms.." Rafe says, heading for the stairs to show me the way. "It's got an ensuite and stuff.. what do you want to eat? I'll get them to start making it." He offers. It's embarrassing how blushy I'm feeling about this. He's just being nice.

"You don't have to do that." I tell him, shaking my head.

"Well yeah I don't have to, but you still smell a little like vomit and I have a suspicion you haven't eating since yesterday, yeah?" Rude. But correct.

"Yeah.. sorry." I chuckle, following him up the stairs. "Could I just get a sandwich or something?" I ask and he nods.

I get upstairs to the room Rafe said I could use, I take a quick shower and clean up, getting changed into some clean clothes and putting on some body spray before I go back downstairs. I get so paranoid about smelling bad.

Sarah is sitting in the kitchen eating a snack when I come in and see a plate with the sandwich I asked for. "Hey Sarah." I smile and she smiles back.

"Snowy! What are you doing here?" She asks, covering her mouth while she talks since she has a mouth full. She seems pleased to see me, which is a relief.

I grab my plate and sit next to her at the island. "Well, Rafe was at my house when I got home, and he saved me from an unpleasant situation." I chuckle.

Sarah nods, still covering her mouth as she chews. Once she swallows, she responds. "What happened? Did Kegs snitch on you?"

"You know it." I sigh, picking up my sandwich and taking a bite. "My parents are going to kick me out, apparently. So I beat them to the punch and ran away."

"No way." Sarah said, looking at me shocked. "That wasn't your fault." I nod in agreement.

"What can I say, Kegs is the golden child."

"Well, you can stay here as long as you want. My parents won't mind. You'll be my houseguest. Unless Rafe has already claimed that." She joked and I shake my head.

"No, he just told me I stink and that I should have a shower, I didn't plan on staying. I couldn't, I'll go back to John B's later." I explain.

"John B? I just talked to him." Sarah says and I raise my eyebrow at her.

"Why?" I ask, a pretty dumb question since I know he "borrowed" their scuba gear this morning.

"He stole our scuba gear this morning." She shrugged. "I was sleeping on the Druthers when he came to return it. Empty! Would you believe that?" She laughs.

"Yeah, sounds like him." I laugh with her.

"What did you guys need them for?" She asks me. Of course she knows I was there.

"Well, nothing, as it turns out. They were empty when he picked them up." It's not a complete lie. I knew my friends would kill me if I told anyone what was going on.

"Oh, I see." Sarah nods, and I can see she looks a little skeptical. I casually change the subject after taking another bite of my sandwich.

"This is really good. Hey, can I borrow your phone? I left mine with the twins." I explain and Sarah nods, sliding it over to me on the counter. I take it with a quick 'thanks' and open a new message to text John B.

S: hey John B, it's Snowy. can you come get me from Tannyhill? JB: what are you doing at Tannyhill? and with Sarah's phone? S: long story. i'll tell you later?

While I'm watching the bubble and waiting for John B to reply, a text comes in on Sarah's phone from Rafe.

R: can i invite snowy to that party this weekend? is she still here?

I don't open it, but I feel flattered that Rafe would willingly want to spend time with me and invite me somewhere, even if it's a party where I probably won't even see him. I think I just like being around him.

JB: yeah JJ and I will come get you. b there in 20. S: thanks jb <3 S: youre the best!!

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

I run out to the Twinkie as John B pulls up, JJ in the passengers seat.

"Hey guys. Thanks." I say as I climb in, waving goodbye to Sarah and I see Rafe jogging out the door behind her to catch up to me.

"Snowy! Hold up!" He says and I stop, hand still on the Twinkie door while I'm crouched inside. "If you need a ride anywhere or a place to crash, call me. Okay?" He says, handing me one of Ward's business cards, with another number scrawled on it in pen.

"Thanks, Rafe." I smile and nod. "I appreciate it." I go to close the door and he stops it with his hand.

"Wait, uh.. one more thing. There's this thing this weekend, like a party, I was hoping you'd want to come? I think it will be fun." Rafe says, sounding a little... nervous? If I'm reading that right, anyways.

"Yeah, yeah sounds good." I smile back and he nods.

"Sweet, yeah. I'll talk to you later then." He grins, tapping his hand on the top of the van as I close the door. He starts walking away, and JJ flips him off.

"Dude, Rafe Cameron? Seriously?" JJ asks, sounding mad.

"JJ, shut up. Oh my god." I roll my eyes, settling against the wall as John B drives away. "He's just being nice."

JJ doesn't say anything, but I can see smoke as he takes a hit from his vape. No comment, I guess. But honestly, is it so obvious?

"Anyway, tell us what happened?" John B asked, looking at me in the rear view mirror after reaching across and hitting JJ in the chest, signalling for him to drop his attitude.

I rant to them pretty much the whole drive back to the chateau, since I did have a long story to tell considering it had only been a couple hours since I saw them. By the time we get home, we're just wrapping up.

We get up onto the porch, where Kie and Pope are waiting. "Dude, what is going on? Snowy, you've been blowing up my phone with weird shit." Pope says and I smack my hand onto my forehead, groaning.

"It's Anna. I gave them my phone when I left because I won't be home for a while. I said it was for emergencies only." I sigh, grabbing his phone from him.

P: Anna, i'm gonna block you from pope's phone if you don't stop. emergencies ONLY. S: :(((

"Sorry Pope." I chuckle, handing it back. "She should leave you alone now. Block her if she doesn't."

He laughs and shakes his head, and John B and JJ go on to explain what happened to them at Lana Grubbs.

"That's literally insane." I say as we all walk inside, and they finish telling their story.

"My dad's office." John B says as he heads for the door.

"I've literally never seen this door open, and I've slept here like six hundred times." Pope says as John B uses a key to open it, and we all file in.

After we decide to open it and see a message carved on the inside, we try and figure out what it means. "Redfield", it says and we instantly start brainstorming. It's a message from Big John- for John B.

While we're trying to decipher it, we hear a vehicle pulling up and we look outside.

"Those were the guys that shot at us!" Kie says, and we instantly all hit the floor.

"They were at Lana's." John B whispers, as we start to hear yelling outside.

"JJ, where's the gun?" I ask him in a whisper and I can tell he's thinking hard.

"It's in your bag, isn't it?" John B says and JJ nods rapidly.

"Yeah, I left it on the porch." He sneaks over to the door, heading out as the yelling and banging continues. JJ quickly returns empty handed, shutting the office door behind him. "They're on the porch."

"Shit! What do we do?" We hear them breaking in, and John B goes to barricade the door with his body as I go to the window and try to open it. It's painted shut.

Kie and JJ help me try and pull it open as Pope goes to help John B, and we try to stay as quiet as possible, using a letter opener that Pope grabbed to try and cut it open. Just as we get it open, the groupers try and open the door.

"You better not be in there!" One of them shouts, as we all start filing out the window and Pope and John B make a run for it as well. We all run over to the chicken coop, crawling in and I tuck my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them as the chickens lose their minds.

"Do something! Get them to stop!" Pope says, and JJ sits down next to me, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"What can I do?" John B asks in a frustrated whisper.

"I don't know, pet it, hug it, something?" Kie suggests, as we hear footsteps approaching. Lie quickly grabs the chicken and pulls it onto her lap, petting its back and it almost instantly quiets down.

I place my hand firmly over my mouth to try and quiet my breathing- one of them is right outside. The other yells something incoherent to him, and then we hear footsteps leaving and a truck starting.

Thank god.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

A/N; Hey! I hope you liked what I did with the text messages in this chapter, and should I keep doing the shuffles?? -R

#rafe cameron #jj maybank #obx #obx fanfic #outer banks #rafe obx #rafe cameron x oc #jj maybank x oc #rafe fanfiction #rafe fic

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lunaekalenda · 2 years

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Any spare head-canons or scenarios for a needy Ren? 🥺🤲 Like maybe him waiting for you to come home from work dressed in nothing but your shirt and clinging to your pillows because it smells like you? Desperately rutting his hips into your bedsheets because your scent is everywhere and he just found your laundry? Whining out his Angel’s name over and over again because he needs them so bad? I’m down horrendous for him and its honestly embarrassing XD

of course, of course! thanks for asking and sorry for the wait! i'm also down bad don't worry it's normal

nsfw under the line · obsession, stalking, possessiveness, yandere behavior · be aware.

· there isn't a moment he hates more than when you have to leave the nice apartment he got when you both started dating. even when he keeps his old apartment, and you didn't care to sleep on it, as little as it was, probably because Ren has something on that flat you shouldn't see. And also, from where will he spy you whenever you go back home?

· If the case is you leaving to sleep at home and clean the apartment you're still paying and in which you pass some nights, with Ren or without him, it's easy. He still has all those little hidden cams and, with a quick walk to his old flat, he can have you again in front of the cam, changing clothes, after showering, and his favorite: missing him.

· If you're leaving for work, that's a whole new world. He doesn't have cams at your workplace -yet- and still, he finds new and creative ways to keep you clear-cut on his mind. First, he has all the audiovisual content he has been collecting since he discovered your apartment number. Pics, videos and audios from the most diverse types and only one purpose: make him hard.

· If he had to rank all the things he has from you, he would definitely put first your first time together. Just hearing you moan his name while his fingers tickle with the memory of you clenching around them makes his eyes shine with lust and his voice break with desire.

· In any ways, it's also common to find him wearing your clothes, specially, your t-shirts. Some of them are too loose for him, some too little, but he still hugs them and takes them to his nose with his eyes closed, imagining you're already there, with him, and not in that stupid work where he has no way to enter.

· He doesn't know how many co-workers you have, how many of them are attractive, how many of them flirt with you. Maybe some are too touchy and maybe some too flirty, but it isn't anything that can't be fixed. Just tell him, and he'll be more than glad to make those hands useless and cut those tongues off so his angel won't get those problems at work anymore and, hopefully, with an example, everyone in the department, no, in the whole company, will learn what happens when you try to touch his angel.

· But, in anyway, he spends most of the time admiring your pics together, remembering the date you had last week or admiring and kissing the ring you bought each other after a couple months together.

· The first hours are pretty easy: he watches a couple videos, probably touches himself to them, cleans the mess he leaves after and daydreams about you and him, and the perfect future both of you are gonna have if you stay by his side, because there isn't anything he wants to avoid more than killing you. Don't obligate him, angel, it's really easy. Why wouldn't you stay with someone who loves you this deep?

· If you're late, he stalks your social apps profiles and also your GPS location - it's not his fault that you sleep leaving the mobile phone so accesible and with a bunch of easy passwords.- He isn't more than a worried boyfriend. Why are you late? Maybe something happened to you... Maybe you're with someone while he waits for you at home.

· Other times, he makes chores. He helps with everything he can, and you can't agree more on how lucky you are for having such an attentive and helper boyfriend by your side. He insists on doing the laundry almost every day, even when you have warned him a couple times because some of your panties - specially, thongs. - have been missing for a while. Ren promises always to search them harder, thinking the washing machine might probably have a hole that makes your panties and only your panties disappear.

· Even when he washes his own underwear, socks and bras, you don't find suspicious that the only things missing are your panties. Ren likes to keep anything that strongly smells like you, usually, with kinky purposes: Likes to touch himself with your t-shirts on, to put them between his teeth to get the scent closer; to improvise a flesh-light with your pillow, the one you use for your pretty face, and your bedsheets, that still keep the smell of your gel; to wrap your underwear around his cock and to use it for his own pleasure. There are little things he enjoys, solo fun with you in mind.

· Already at night, your absence is unbearable for him. He calls you at the exact hour your turn finishes and sends you messages to know he should go and pick you up. Gets happy as a puppy whenever you text him a selfie for his private collection with the caption "I'm way home!"; but also get irremediably sad whenever you delay because of extra work. Sometimes, that sadness just makes him wait for you on the couch, pouting as your name escapes from his mouth.

· Other times, it makes him a little angry, but nothing that will transcend after putting you against the first surface he finds and remembering you that there's a boyfriend who loves his angel very much and waits for their return everyday to find them being late. Making him wait. But no worry at all, angel. Starting tomorrow, you'll probably keep a mic and a cam on so he can make sure you're being productive and not leaving him, alright?

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luccfher · 2 years

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"But I'm a boy..." Pt. 2

Eddie Munson x Male!reader | pt. 1

N/A: First of all, I would like to thank all of you for your support of the story. 😭♡

+ If you liked the first part and this one, it would help me a lot to like or reblog (and follow me too 🧍). Anyway, bye bye! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

I think most of you already know BUT, cis women or fetishists please don't read.

Summary: after the misunderstanding between you and Eddie, you decide to fix things to at least remain good friends or may something else? we don't know, everything can be possible.

Warnings: explicit language, offensive words for some people, harassment?, etc.

If you are a minor (under 16) please read this at your own risk.

Before reading, I want to say that in some parts there are very sensitive topics and very detailed words. Also to say that not everything will be about Eddie and the "problem". I would like the reader to have more characterization and be more "real". I hope you can understand it, if you don't like this idea, you are totally free to stop reading it.

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It's been a week since you and Eddie last saw each other, it's weird since you even dropped out of The Hellfire but you're still wearing the t-shirt he gave you. Your stomach turned every time you saw him in the cafeteria and more because he was always looking for a way to talk to you or even hold your hand, any contact with you was enough to keep him calm.

You don't want to give so much importance to what his actions did, so you always gave him the same lifeless and ironic smile, since that day of the "big" fight between the two of you, you began to sitting in the "rejected" area, it was weird to feel the eyes of the whole group on you and of course, you were wearing a shirt that they consider "sacred". As expected, the few who were at the table ended up leaving. "Holy Shit" you thought. You closed your eyes and sighed, it was difficult to widen your social circle since you were only limited to the club and the couple of idiots who would pick you up after class (Robin and Steve). You took a walkman out of your pocket and put on a Queen record, you wanted to silence your surroundings and just dedicate yourself to eating.

— "Hey man! how long."

— "I know y-"

"Shit, shit, shit" was the only thing you thought when you could recognize his voice, your whole body froze and you even stopped the music. What more did he want from you? or maybe... Did he hear about my failed confess to Eddie? Whatever it was, you only noticed how he sat down next to you, handing you a small piece of paper which was for a sign-up form for his stupid basketball team.

— "look my little fagot, we need one more member to be able to reach the final and unfortunately the only person I know who is "good" at playing is you."

— "tell me it's a joke, you know perfectly well that I haven't played for years. Besides, I'm not interested in being part of your "team", if you consider a couple of gorillas as basketball partners."

One of his hands was about to be put on your hair and be able to pull it, thank goodness one of the "bouncers", Jason, was the fastest to intervene in the conversation. You hated that they always wanted to try to "change your mind", they thought they could save you from the "cult" and now more than ever they would take advantage of you not hanging out with them anymore. After about 10 minutes of fighting over whether or not to join, you got up from that table and went somewhere else that was away from Eddie and your ex. You restarted the music "i want to break free" by Queen, All the way from the cafeteria to your next class you were thinking about how to give Eddie's shirt back. maybe leaving it in his locker? after all you knew his password. For the next 3 hours you were being teased in every class you had to share with Munson, he constantly throwing you little notes that said "I miss you man" "talk to me please!!!" "Did you understand him? I didn't" "the club misses you" "we need our Kas back".

— "Edward Munson, stop already!"

— "(Y/N)! Do you want to share something with the class?"

You turned to look at the teacher, shaking your hands and head in a "no" way, my god, your cheeks were so red with embarrassment.

— "Then stop talking to young Munson and pay attention to my class. Do you want to repeat the year just like him?"

— "I...no. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

At the end of the school day, you were the first person to leave the classroom as quickly as possible, or that was your intention until someone took your arm, when you turned around, your surprise was that it was Chrissy.

What would she want from you?

your body tensed when you saw how the rest of the class came out from the room, you took the girl by the hand and ran with her towards the forest, when you saw the wooden bench you let out a great sighg.

— "What was all that?"

you heard Chrissy's little laugh and with a certain mocking tone.

— "Huh? Oh.. Uhm, let's say I have some "problems" with Eddie."

— "oh.. again? And now what did you guys fight about?"

— "Well... it's a somewhat complex issue-"

— "C'mon! I wasn't born yesterday, (Y/N)."

After a long, long, looong talk with Chrissy, she began to understand everything and there were even times when she really needed your help to continue the conversation. You knew that for her part there would be no risk of her telling someone about this, she was the first girl you spoke to as soon as you entered here and it was the same girl who helped you with the tour. Time went by so fast because both of them started talking about the past and as they were before, you really missed talking to this girl, her voice and expressions were so calm that even you could fall asleep listening to her speak.

You both came out of the forest laughing and playing little jokes with each other. For the first time in the week you feel good, you forgot about all the first world problems. When you said "bye!" to her you went to the parking lot to get your bike, you were about to leave when you felt someone yank on your shirt to which you obviously fell to the ground. "Now what the fuck did he want?" you said to yourself before feeling a big hit in the stomach.

Not again.. you didn't want to take any more hits from him, you'd had enough during that relationship. you tried to get into position to avoid further damage, that boy tried to pick you up and put you against some car. He did it, he fucking did it. You were scared, you were alone with that guy, there weren't many people outside and less where were you two. Before you could even catch your breath, you received several blows to your face. Why? now why? since you broke up they never had contact again. You kept begging him to stop, you just wanted to get home and maybe sleep, but he didn't stop until he heard a car alarm.

— "I get to see you're with Chrissy Cunningham again and you're dead, motherfucker. Stop pretending to be something you're not, you'll always be a dick-sucking fagot."

— "I wasn't doing anything wrong! She and I are just friends."

— "Whatever you say, slut. You are warned."

You took your bike the moment he left, you couldn't stop crying and with all reason, that damned thing had made you mush without any need. When you got home the first thing you did was lock all the doors and you never turned on the light; you were afraid that he would come to your house. You contacted Steve to see if he could let you sleep a few days at his house, you didn't want to tell him anything until you were sure everything went well.

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— "I swear I'll kill that son of bitch, how dare he do this to you?"

— "Steve, Calm down, everything is over, for now I must concentrate on something else. For example, I don't know how to give the shirt to Eddie.. or fix things with him."

— "look, I don't know anything about how to fix things in a situation like this, but from what I know to do with girls... it would be best if they talk in a quiet place and where those cavemen are not."

— "Sure... but how do I do that without the club looking at me strangely?"

— "you can tell dustin if he can help you, unless you have another id-.. Now you're the one ignoring me?! I know what you felt then."

— "Shut up!"

You jumped out of bed and downstairs to get to his home phone, you knew how desperate Eddie was to have some contact with you again. You started pressing numbers until you found the number of the trailer, luckily Wayne was still there, They had a little chat until you deigned to ask about Munson, Wayne yelled at him from the other line.

— "EDWARD, YOUR FRIEND IS CALLING!"

— "COMING!"

You laughed a little when you heard the screams.

As soon as wayn said, Eddie was already asking who the hell had marked him knowing that by now he was "practicing" on his guitar.

— "Ouh.. So I'd better hang up?"

— "(Y/N)! no no no no, It's not necessary, red, I was already bored. Anyway... what did you want to tell me?"

— "Ah? Oh, well... I was wondering if we could meet at the lovers lake? I would like to give you a better explanation and-"

— "See you in 10 minutes."

— "Hi?.. Hello?.. oh, he hang up."

After the brief and strange call, you asked Steve if he could take you there, to which he gladly agreed, but not before giving you the father lecture.

— "If he do anything to you, you'd better tell me and I'll make sure that freaky never speaks to you again."

— "Jesus, you act like my dad."

during the course of his house to the lake, you and he had a more in-depth conversation about what it is "to be gay". Mostly the talk was focused on the existential doubts that he had, you liked knowing that your best friend tried to understand beyond the stereotype that they had at that time about the people of the community. Steve wanted to ease the tension a bit with music from the radio, you were tapping gently your thighs to the rhythm of the music that was playing, you also did that to calm your nerves. You felt a foreign hand that caressed the palm of your hand as a way to reassure you. You don't know how to thank him and Robin so much for being such great friends with you, they even seem like brothers because of the relationship you have.

when they arrived he walked you to a certain point and messed up your hair a bit in the form of consolation, you knew everything would be fine but a "what if.." It kept going around your head, adding to the bruises you had on your face and body from the beating your ex had given you. just like that day, you took guts and courage and went to the meeting point. You saw him, he had his hands behind his back and he was spinning around a lot.

— "Hey... I know I owe you an apology f-"

— "(Y/N) sorry, I know you're probably hating me for what I told you at the time, but the truth is that I didn't know what to say or do, I don't want to victimize myself with that either. My plan was to be able to stop you and try to tell you something, but she came and-"

— "Don't worry, I understand that she went so they could fix their relationship, you shouldn't be stressed about that. I just wanted to tell you that yes, I like you and I'm in love with you, but obviously this is not something mutual or that's what I think.. THE POINT IS, I'm sorry for I for yelled at you and left you there for no reason. At least I would like us to be friends ag-... hey, hey hey, what are you doing?"

Eddie's hands were gentle positioned on your waist, causing both bodies and faces to be inches from each other. One of those hands went up to the height of your face and took one of the pieces of your hair and placed it behind your ear.

— "I think the one who doesn't understand now is you. I'm bi, (Y/N). And the fact that you pathetically proposed made the slight attraction I felt for you increase a little more."

— "oh... okay, wow..ah this is new."

You needed, longed, wanted me to kiss you or at least do something with you. Unconsciously you put your hands on his arms, caressing and squeezing them lightly. During his chatter you couldn't help but see his lips or his eyes, feel his cigarette breath and his perfume was something you've been imagining many times, but you had to wake up from that dream, what if the same thing as your first failed relationship was repeating itself?

— ".. It hurts?"

— "what?"

— "the bruises."

— "Oh, a little. Only when I touch them a little hard."

You felt Eddie's lips brush over each bruise, being careful that he didn't press so hard that you couldn't complain. You felt in heaven after living through hell hours before.

— "Eddie, I need an explanation about, you know."

— "She and I went out a couple of times, but to tell you the truth I hung out with her because she kind of reminded me of you. The way of laughing, dressing, listening to music and among other things. That's when I realized I was looking for the things I saw in you in a woman. and because? you will be wondering, because of the fear that if i told you what really I felt for you, would you leave me or tell the rest of the club or even someone els-

Eddie's last words were snatched away by a warm but needy kiss from you, after a few seconds of resistance on his part he couldn't hold back either.He gently placed his hands on your cheeks and your hands went behind his neck, you played with his hair slightly a few minutes before it all ended due to lack of air. They both brought their foreheads together and smiled in unison, you didn't want this moment to end, much less him. They stayed like that until Steve started down the small hill littered with leaves and branches. When he saw them very affectionate, he just stood still, it was more than clear that a smile had been drawn on his face from ear to ear, what he most longed for in this world is that his best friend could be happy.

— "I don't need an explanation, just get in the car, and I will leave them in the mall, you little bastards."

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acoldsovereign · 2 months

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FOR THE MAN WHO WEARS HIS HEART ON HIS SLEEVES.

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{{ Happy Birthday, you fuckin' fucker! (I say this with love). I remember when I first came to the DBZ RPC months ago and I was so shy I didn't know how to communicate properly. People scared me. Following people scared me. People following me back scared me. I was freakin' scared of EVERYTHING. I even unfollowed a person I followed (and then followed them back when they checked in with me) because I realized how bad that looked/how problematic it could be if I didn't address it. I felt so bad, and I still do sometimes. I'm so glad that mutual was understanding and patient with me, aaaaaaaa. Needless to say, ya girl had SO many issues in the beginning. I was a HOT MESS. Hell, I didn't even have all of my muse info up but you didn't give a shit about none of that. You just took one look at my blog, saw 'despot of the universe' on my header and said 'LET IT RIP' like Beyblade. DUDE, you were ballsy as fuck and I'm so glad for that! You gave me my first ever starter here!!! THAT made me remember you! Everytime I logged in, it was to respond to our Future Gohan/Maiz fight thread. (I'm actually looking for it now because that's gonna be something I continue after I reply to someone else first 👀). You're one of the first people I ever plotted with too, even if that intimidated me a little. I mean, granted it was after you gave me the starter because I was freaking worried about everything, which was why I was all over your inbox, "okay, so she can do this and that...", "i have no problem with them having this sort of dynamic", etc. Gosh, you were overwhelmingly sweet and kind to me and I appreciate that. I know this is not something I should apologize for, but I'm still sorry that I scared you slightly when I changed my username to acoldsovereign from maizthefemalesaiyan, and didn't tell you in advance. I didn't realize you wouldn't recognize me so I had to put the former name in my old promo post. YOU'RE why I did that. I didn't know what other accounts you had and I just wanted to let you know it was meeeeeeee! ;w; But then you forgot your password to the blog so we couldn't even communicate anyway! One thing I will say-- it is funny I recently posted about Toriyama and Future Trunks and what the latter means to me because guess what blog I found you on. Guess what reunited us. Yeah.

FUTURE TRUNKS.

YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN?????? That man is always doing something for me! You would've thought he was REAL. But anyway, it was so cool to have you back on my dash again! It took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize who it was. I saw the name "Jay" on your promo post and it didn't cross my mind it was you, man. Not until I went down the blog and saw the writing style matched up. Remember how I just burst into your inbox and made some noise? And then you realized it was me? That shit was hilarious. We were so happy to see each other. Everything's been smooth sailing since then and we've created so many cursed memes, threads, jokes and storylines. Dude, we fuckin' made Rengakura. That little psychopath LOL. Well, moreso I made him but your response to that thread in particular made it so that he didn't come out any worse than he could've. Damn you for having Trunks make the right decision! (Again, I say this with love). At least in one verse, Trunks finally gets a happy-ish ending though. He lives with his mostly mellowed-out/former-tyrant for a wife and a pseudo-sane Saiyan-hybrid child on a spaceship, having space adventures. 🥺 Papa Trunks isn't something I knew I needed until I got it so thank you. I also did not know Maiz was actually capable of chilling the eff out-- THAT was a surprise to me. The fact that she's actually a decent mother is hilarious, considering all the fucked up stuff she's done before without blinking an eye. I also love how through our threads, you can see how she naturally came to care for him, even if she's sadistic and still messes with him from time to time. One of my favorites scenes with them unironically was when she offered to take Trunks to a tropical planet for his birthday. She was actually affectionate towards him the proper way more or less, but he didn't realize it because he was so used to her being busy/selfish/frosty/teasing. Bro thought he was dying. That was tragically sad yet funny all at once. I'd say more but this is already a lot and you already know how I feel about your Yusuke and our favorite assassin, Sanosuke.

Long story short- thank you for warmly welcoming me into this small, but chill RPC. I'll always love and appreciate you.

Happy birthday, Jaybird.

#Machismo (Sanosuke)#{{ i.... should probably make a tag for my edits huh. anyway take this. it'll always be love between us forever!!! have an amazing day!#OOC: Out of Limits

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel Theory: Lucifer & Adam Share Grandkids (Thanks To Cain) And Alastor Is Half-Angel...

[Note: reading this post is optional...this is for Mature Audience Readers Only...DO NOT read this until ya watched all of the episodes of Season 1 of Hazbin Hotel, that goes from the Pilot, Episode 1 To Episode 8. there will be some spoilers that will be discussed in this, I will try not to talk about all of them, but the theory is thanks to Charlie's Adorkable Apple Goober of a Dad, and yes that is the nickname I came up with for him...I'm The Embodiment Of Weirdness. XD........also I had been having a bit trouble logging back in, I had to change my password, which I was having a bit trouble at first but it seems okay now, a few days ago in my last post, I notice a bit too later that I forgot to put a word and I want to go back to fix it, but I was not really able to....it didn't help that the internet connection kept going off and on and one of the reasons I had to log-off before, was because the connection kept going off and on and it was just making me really mad and well not really happy, even trying to make a new password for this was making me a little unhappy but I'm glad it is back to normal and hopefully it stays that way. also please do NOT reblog this without my permission. this post will also talk about some thoughts and feelings as well, so it will get a bit off topic as well.]

okay if some watched all of the episodes, they know the fight between Lucifer and Adam that happen in it, and Lucifer possibly trying to get Adam's goat by saying he did "snu-snu" (and if ya watched Futurama, you know what it means.)

better than him, with both Adam's First Wife (Lilith) and Second Wife (Eve)...

I don't know if Adorkable Apple Goober was just joking about Eve or if he was serious, I mean we do know that there is the whole who is Cain's Bio-Dad in our universe, which yeah Adam is still technically his Dad, even if not biologically related, but sometimes your real parent, and yeah in our universe, Adam was no different from the one from the show but at the same time he might of matured over time but still made mistakes as a adoptive father to Cain.

and yeah, I believe that both Cain and Abel were in the wrong, and if Abel wasn't so full of possibly vainglory and saw that his brother was sinking deeper and deeper into a dark place, which half of the reason could be because of the bad parenting of both Adam and Eve.

it could be possible as soon as Seth came long, they tried to do better and not make the same bad parenting mistakes.

and yeah, I'm a descendant of both Seth & Cain, I know I wrote down the numbers before when we had found out about it before...I can try to look for it later...

at least when their few generation later descendants ended up meeting and marrying, it wasn't too close to the tree...

but that still makes those two both Grunkle-Grandpas.

and yeah even though I can believe that Adam and Eve did exist, I believe it is possible there were OTHER humans besides them, and in theory there could of been different Adams and Eves in different garden sectors, but they could of went by different names.

Lilith was technically the First-Eve, and Eve herself was the Second-Eve.

Charlie's Adorkable Apple Goober of a Dad, made me laugh when he misspoke when telling Adam that he was going to "frag him"...of course the word wasn't "frag" but you know, the other word.

you know that rhythms with the word "duck"...

also the likely of what Lucifer from the show on what he was implying he did with Eve is true, that would possibly make him even more of being a suspect of being Cain's Dad, which would also make Cain the Older Half-Brother of Charlie...

plus if you look closely at Charlie's Full name, "Charlie Morningstar"

it spells out "Cain", like even if it wasn't on purpose but still...

here what happens when I bold some of the letters.

Charlie Morningstar, and when you take parts of those bold letters out, they spell out "Cain" and yes I'm just that weird to find that.

I mean Steven Quartz Universe has "Sans" hidden in there, can anyone truly blame some fans of both Steven Universe and Undertale as well as Deltarune, for thinking that Sans The Skeleton is the future self of Steven, even if it is his human half, and for all we know that rock that it suppose to be Sans's pet rock, is just his gem half turned to stone and it will need to be in that healing water that has the power from White, Yellow, Blue and Pink Diamond.

also if it does turn out that Charlie's Adorkable Apple Goober Dad, is in fact Cain's biological dad (making Adam both the Step-Dad and Adoptive-Dad)....I think if when I do re-watch the episode where Adam and Lucifer are fighting, I might be weird and chant out either in my head or in a soft way...

"Peepaw Fight, Peepaw Fight, Peepaw Fight!!!"

well, I still think the whole situation Cain is like a Jerry Springer type of Comedy...

Archangel Samael is but one of the suspects of being the Dad.

well whoever the Bio-Dad is, they still wouldn't be the boss of me.

I still think that Earth Angels should put up a protective barrier around the Earth, to protect her from the Toxic-Masculine energy that has been plaguing our Mother World for centuries.

and yes, if it were possible I would do a Omnigeddon if I lost my fluffy baby that is my second cat...

like I said before, the whole thoughts of starting "Omnigeddon" came to mind if anything went wrong, one of which may also have to do if my fluffy baby wasn't taken to the vet on time or if anything went wrong while they were at the vet...

I would go Feral Earth Angel if Abel ever got a certain idea if he tried that "offering" with my fluffy baby...

I would probably try to either give him the cold hands to face punishment or grab him by the ear....or slap him repeatedly on the face really fast, like how Ryoko from Tenchi Muyo was slap by Tenchi's Grandfather's Wife...

I get that animals play different roles, some do end up as food and some clothes, while some are animal companions that we end up forming a strong and emotional bond with, and we wish they could live a very long time and be with us forever.

I basically broke when my first cat was slowly leaving us, and I believe I know now what may have caused it....it might of been the same thing that almost took my second cat, and we were lucky to catch it on time and she was able to get surgery to help her.

and not everyone has to agree, but I still think Abel shouldn't be around Fluffy-Babies...even ones that are in the afterlife.

he shall not touch the fluff of healing bliss...so says The Eveningstar Earth Angel Princess...

yeah that nickname "Eveningstar Princess" is still weird, and it really doesn't have to do with Lucifer, I mean yeah there is that whole being a descendant of a few royal families, and I'm still gonna view being a descendant of King Solomon as a blessing and not a curse, it means I wont have to take that throne, even though I'm one of King David's descendants as well...but anyway the whole "Eveningstar" once again doesn't really have to do with Lucifer, who is suppose to be the "Morningstar"...

and we still have to be confused and amused by Charlie's Dad, when he throws the whole he did the "snu-snu" with Eve...

but yeah, like I pointed out before...the reason I got the whole "Eveningstar" idea, has to do with the weird stuff that went on when my Mom was going to have me, because apparently she never got Morning Sickness, nope...and like I may have pointed out a few times when talking about the weirdness that is what went on with my Mom when she was pregnant with me...

she NEVER got Morning Sickness, she only got sick during the Evening.........so yeah, she only got Evening Sickness.

I have no idea how many Moms went through that weirdness, never getting Morning Sickness, but only getting that way during the Evening....which we are calling The Evening Sickness.

and yeah, for all we know Lucifer and Adam from Hazbin Hotel, could share Grandkids through Cain, and well a bit of Seth too...

you know since Seth would still be Adam's Biological Son, and Cain while being Adam's Adoptive Son (and Technically Step-Son...)

and well if it is slightly like how it is in our universe, when both Grunkle-Grandpa Seth & Cain's respective descendants by a few generations end up meeting and marrying, of course that would cause the bloodlines to mix, and well thankfully it wouldn't be too close to the tree, I mean yes Gran-Gran Eve is still both Seth and Cain's Mom, but if they had two different Dads but had descendants that ended up meeting and marrying each other many generations later, than the possible problems of you know, that normally happens...will not be a problem in many few generations later, cause of the different bloodlines would have them be very less closely related.

I still rather be called "purple blood" rather than "blue blood" even if the whole blue blood thing does have to do with royal blood, but I still like purple blood better, because it means I don't just have royal ancestors, I know I went most of my life not knowing I'm technically a Princess....well same thing when not knowing about being a Earth Angel....and there is that whole Nephilim thing...

also thanks to Alastor, and well also a certain scene that Vaggie was in...

I have another theory, that I believe that Alastor might be a descendant of Nephilim....possibly, though I don't mind if that theory ends up being debunked and the idea that he is a descendant of Nephilim, ends up in a Fanon Timeline instead.

and yeah, part of the title for this, is also the theory about Alastor being Half-Angel....the "X" on Alastor's forehead that appears might not really have to do with Sinners, at least not fully.

Vaggie's "X" is visible, even when she's wearing a Eye-Patch.

the reason Alastor's "X" that appears on his forehead, isn't visible all the time and only so when he uses only half of his full power or goes all out, might have to do with the genetics of not just his soul but also his bloodline from when he was human and living in the human world.

in theory, if one who is human were the living in the human world but have a soul that was half angelic even being a descendant of Nephilim...

if they were to die in the living world and end up in ya know, Heck.

the "X" that shows the spot of their injury they got when they died in the human world, will not be visible all the time like Vaggie's...

this is possibly because Vaggie, could of been a Heavenborn and the year that she had supposedly died in the human world, was just the year she started to live in Pentagram City and when she first met Charlie...

and yeah, some fans can view Charlie as being Half-Angel, she does have her Demon form, but who's to say that she's can't also tap into a Angelic form, possibly merging two together like her Dad seemingly did with his own form when fighting Adam.

we still don't know if Charlie's Dad was being serious or if he was joking about having certain relations Eve.

even though it was funny how he was teasing Adam, it does make myself question if it will turn out that Charlie's Dad is in fact Cain's Biological Father.

it be kind of both funny, interesting and freaky if that turn out to be canon....but the chances of that might be very small.

but it might not stop some fans from using the concept in the Fanon Timelines, where it might not be Canon but we can still blame the Adorkable Apple Goober for the weird idea. XD

and yes, I'm still gonna call Charlie's Dad that.

I'm also still going to call Ozzie x Fizz, by the couple nickname "Adorkable Sweet Potatoes"

and well besides the weird nicknames for those three...

if it did turn out that both Lucifer and Adam, did share Grandkids...even if it is by only half of humanity...

picture the look on their faces when they realize they share Grandkids...of course in Charlie's delight, she might view it as her being technically a "Auntie Charlie"...

and yeah, even if it is only half of most humans that are descendants of Cain, would be well you know in a way, in fictional universe in possibly just in the Fanon Timeline as it might not end up being Canon in the Canon Timeline of the show...

would be the nieces and nephews of Princess Charlie Morningstar, even the ones that do end up being Earth Angels.

we will have to wait for the theory about Cain being Lucifer's son and Charlie's Older Half-Brother, to be proven true or not true at all to which it ends up being debunked.

I don't mind if it does get debunked, and once again it's Charlie's Adorkable Apple Goober of a Dad who is partly at fault for that theory about both him and Adam sharing Grandkids....even if it is like a lot of Greats in there and many generations later.

also ya know how a fan ended up accidentally predicting Deltarune Chapter 2...? ya know, with Kris and the Pie...which I still think there was more to that than just Kris eating all the pie, and I still think they might of broken into the Library first and open a dark fountain in the computer room, before they went back home and ate all the pie...

but yeah, what I'm getting at....is I think that the Fan Audio series, that is called "Arackniss" (same name as Angel's Older Brother)

that is by AxelGear...and yeah, that fan audio series is for mature audience only...

so yeah, I think that it could be possible that fan series may or may have not may have predicated Canon events, even if some of those events are still slightly different from what happens from that audio series...but when you remember what happens with Arackniss and have watched what happens to well Sir Pentious...

you might be all like how I am feeling and thinking right now...

that the Arackniss Audio Series by AxelGear, had somehow accidentally predicted canon that had not yet happen but did happen in Hazbin Hotel Season 1.

not everyone has to take it too seriously, but remembering what happen some audio episodes back in that Arackniss Audio Series, and seeing what goes down in the first season of Hazbin Hotel.

can anyone truly blame me, to be weird enough to think that just maybe AxelGear may have accidentally predicted canon future events without knowing it.

well there was some other stuff that has to do with Deltarune that had some fans accidentally predicting future events even if they were still slightly different, but when you see a Deltarune AU predict future canon in chapter 2, of course you are going to being both freaked out and all happy that it is canon.

one of them being that the Darkners do turn into items when they end up going to the Light World, but they go back to normal when they go back to the Dark World....and if they go to a Dark World that isn't their own, they will turn to stone.

also I need to say this, because Lucifer the one from Hazbin Hotel I mean...had misspoke what he was trying to say, that he was going to beat Adam up, but it came out in well...ya know...

well I can't help but wonder if one should ship those two...and if so, what would their ship name be...?

I wouldn't be surprised if Niffty did fan-art and fanfics about Charlie's Dad and Adam...if she wasn't busy with other things during what was going on in that episode.

well it is possible that Charlie's Dad might not only be a Adorkable Apple Goober (I'm still gonna call him that, it fits him too well now and there is no going back from it. XD lol...) but he also might be a bit of a Himbo...

also it could be possible that Charlie might be misinterpreting her Dad, and he might of been going through a very bad depression that has been lasting for 7 years possibly...

being in a very dark place in emotional way, isn't fun.

even if you still can be a little happy by both people and the stuff that makes you feel a little happy, that dark and unhappy feeling is still mixed in there.

and yeah, having a second depression after getting over the first depression not too long ago, is not a fun experience.

and yeah I did end up having depression around 2015 that lasted a few months, the stuff that was going on at home was a nightmare.

my personal space was not being respected, and yeah trying to write a fanfic that had to do with Ninjago, wasn't easy with people that were house-guests kept coming into the room I was in and wouldn't stop...and if I'm making a face, don't give one of them the right to be hurtful about it, because of that I had to go to the bathroom and cry.

seriously, that insensitive jerk couldn't understand the reason I looked like I was giving a dirty look, was because he and everyone else wouldn't stop coming into that room and give me my personal space.

it could be possible that the more your personal space is disrespected like way too many times, the more you might want it a lot more and could be a bit sensitive about it...

I'm not sure if it will be the same for everyone, but even if I can spend time with my fluffy-baby that is my second cat and maybe try to do family stuff with family, like maybe watching a movie together.

I still need a lot of time to myself, I mean maybe only a few can understand that, and for all we know, Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel, was deeply and emotionally hurt, and him being there for Charlie when she needs him, and him wanting to be there for her, might be a type of baby steps of the emotional healing process.

it is possible that Lucifer felt that Charlie didn't want him around, and it also could be possible that he might of been going through a type of bad day type feeling and didn't want to deal with Adam.

it's like when you feel not really good on some days, but we wont know if this is true unless we get it confirmed in the future.

and I can't remember if that second depression I had started around 2016 or 2017, but if it had first started in 2016, that was way too close after I got better from the one I had in 2015, which yeah it felt like the second depression lasted a bit more longer, and I think it might of been around December 2018 when I started to feel a bit more better, I think it was 2018 during that time...and well one of the signs I was getting more better, was how I was laughing when watching Boss Baby...which I think it was the Movie, and the show wasn't on yet, at least I think...

the point is that even if we have family, friends and stuff that can make us feel a little happy, we still end up having some pretty sad and not so great dark feelings.

I know that when that second depression was going on, I think my feelings were, like it felt like...to me it felt like I was in a half numb way, like the feelings were there but it was like half numb, it just seem that way every time I woke up.

and yeah, it might of been much earlier during that time, I wanted to punish the bathroom mirror but didn't, possibly because of both some form of willpower and knowing if I did, it wouldn't exactly be good.

Charlie's Dad, might of been going through a depression that was not only being caused by the Heaven from Hazbin Hotel's Universe, not listening to him, but also from Lilith.

I can agree that in our universe, Lilith was hurt badly, and she only became what she had transformed into, because certain three angels and Adam.

those three angels, might be doing good now, but they did more harm than good to Lilith, and they only ended up playing a part in breaking her emotionally and possibly others that only she herself can possibly know.

even if Adam didn't get his hands dirty, he should of not been such a selfish jerk, and just let her have some space.

it could be possible that if both of them were given space, they could of worked things out, and forcing her in a certain way, that has to do with what those three angels were doing, was a Toxic-Masculine move.

we don't know if Lilith from Hazbin Hotel, went through the same thing, that three angels were send to where she was and tried to get her to go back to Adam, even by threats.

no matter if it is from that universe or this one, that is NOT how love works.

you do not make threats, even what those three angels were doing.

and yeah I may be calling myself Neo-Spiritual now, well unless some might end up messing up the meaning, and hopefully that wont happen...

and yeah I started to believe in a Goddess now too, which happen a few years ago, which might be partly thanks to some books I got...

and I can still believe in God as well, so like believing in both.

and I know that not everyone has to believe the same as me when it comes to that, but of course there was that Toxic-Religious jerk that crossed a line and wouldn't stop throwing those misused words at me, just because I believe in a Goddess now.

well it might of also been about my having still been figuring out what type of Nonbinary that I am...I did thought I was something like a Gyno-Agender for a while...I'm sure there might of been some who were still figuring out what type they are, and not just me...

but yeah, like I had said possibly a whole lot of times before...

even though I did pointed out to that person, that they were hurting my feelings really badly and making me cry, they basically ignored it and kept throwing those words at me.

which I'm still gonna think that those words were being misused.

I know it was either "may god have mercy on you." or "may the lord have mercy on you." either way, how they were using those words ended up hurting my feelings really bad.

they weren't listening when I pointed it out, I wanted them to stop it, but they just kept throwing those words at me.

I had to block them over at the place where it had happen, and one of the things I am still gonna hope, is that I wont run into them here or any other places I go to.

I don't think all people who are religious or not at all, would pull the same stunt that jerk did, maybe only a few, but not all of them.

and yeah I might know the full story about Charlie's Dad Lucifer's depression, but it is possible he couldn't be open about it with his own daughter for the past few years, but might have to open up about what he was going through to her at some point in the future.

he seems fine now, after showing up a bit more for Charlie, but that might not mean he still wont have those not so good feelings pop up every once in a while.

and yeah it could be possible that Charlie's Mom, might have more to her than just seemingly being a good Mom...

we wont know whats truly up with her, until future episodes in maybe around Season 2.

and yeah even if the whole in Hazbin Hotel, Lucifer being Cain's Dad does in fact get debunked, it can still work in the Fanon where it's true...but it's fine when it does turn out it isn't canon.

but most fans or just me, might not let Charlie's Dad live that one down...

we already have some form of suspects about who Cain's biological Dad could be, but it is like a mystery...which some have questioned for who knows how long...

well in this universe that we live in, once again, no matter if it is Lucifer or Samael, they still ain't the boss of me.

and if I was able to, I would still want to give the Lucifer from our universe, the cold hands to face punishment...

because maybe instead of doing all that fighting, they could of tried to fix the balance between the Masculine and Feminine energies, even if the balance is a little more better now...but we still have that Toxic-Masculine flying around, and it is lucky that the Toxic-Feminine isn't as high or as dangerous as the Toxic-Masculine one...

and well that aside, what is shown in episode 1 of the first season, reminds me of some stuff that has to do with Masculine and Feminine.

what we know as "Hell" was possibly not always so, and it was in fact part of the possibly "Earthly Queendom" but because of the dangerous levels of maybe both a Toxic-Masculinity and possibly miasma, her once beautiful place of paradise was corrupted and was at some point, taken over by Lucifer and the Other Embodiment Kings and well Queens, since in Hazbin Hotel, Bee and Bel are Female...

but it might be very unlikely that the same situation we have, will be the same in Hazbin Hotel or even Helluva Boss.

yeah the book "Stones Of The Goddess: Crystals For The Divine Feminine" by Nicholas Pearson, that not only talks about the Divine Feminine and Goddesses, but also has different type of gems...

well it might not be everyone's cup of tea, and it's okay that not everyone takes a interest in it, and if some do, it should only be of their free will and choice that is their own.

some of the chapters that have the different gems in it, has each of them have info like Magickal Uses, Elemental Signature, Astrological Signature, Goddess Archetypes and lastly Formation Process.

and well, I'm trying to use some other forms of magic myself...

well besides the whole using my gem bracelets to protect me from energies that might be harmful to me (of course even when I still wear them to bed, I have to have a dream-catchers for extra protection...) and also using them for sealing charms and limiters because of that freaky stuff that started to happen when I started to use the pendulum a bit too much...

because of the whole freaky thing that happen when I hold a bottle of pop by it's lid and it starts to move like my pendulum, well either that or a pen...and there was that time when the program broke once, because I took one of the gem bracelets off, because it was becoming a bit too snug.

so I had to re-do the whole praying and use the food salt on the gem bracelets and make sure that even when I have one or all of them off for a long period of time, they will still work.

well the spell I found is kind of a work in progress, and I am thankful to the person who made the spell, and even if I'm still having a bit of trouble in getting it to fully work, I'm going to try my best and keep trying...I hope I can try again later tonight, I did try before last night, but I was having some trouble getting to sleep after saying the spell, and I even tried to say it more times...

the spell has to do with traveling to other worlds, and well the info about the spell is that it can be temporary, like I know I did write the info down on paper, and well even the side effects that shows signs ya need to try to go to sleep...which for me, when trying to do the spell again, it was hard for me to get to sleep...

there is a reason I'm trying the spell, but I can talk about it another time.

and well back to the theory about the whole Lucifer and Adam from Hazbin Hotel, possibly sharing Grandchildren...along with the whole Alastor possibly being a descendant of Nephilim.

yeah, it could be possible I'm a descendants of Nephilim as well, which would mean that some humans who are also Earth Angels, are descendants of them as well...

I'm not even sure if some do have different blood types that don't need to be RH Negative, but I know that I'm kind of the same type as my Mom...well I'm not 100% sure if she has the "D" in there or not...

I still wish we haven't procrastinated so long to see if my blood type will come out the same for a third time, but hopefully we can finally get around to it this year.

I'm still gonna view myself as a Defective Earth Angel, cause I don't think I work the same way most do, even if not all Earth Angels are the same, but I know I'm a Defective type, and there can be reasons for that, and not just bad past life experiences which I'm glad I don't have fully memories, and it's okay not to have full memories of past lives...not everyone has to believe in past lives or believe it can leave some form of trauma.

okay back to the whole Adam, Lucifer and Alastor theory.

it could be possible that Alastor might be going through some pretty heavy stuff, and my theory about him being a descendant of Nephilim, can be separate from what is going on with him and why he was missing for 7 years according to the episodes that bring it up.

which it being 7 years, also lines up with how long Charlie's Mom hasn't returned her calls...

even if Alastor might say he was going through some kind of vacation, but I think it might be possible he was possibly held hostage by someone who technically is more powerful than him, and who has him as a puppet on strings.

I'm not sure if this theory is true, and it's okay if it gets debunked...

but I suspect Charlie's Mom Lilith might be involved, possibly being the one who is pulling Alastor's strings...she is already suspicious.

I'm not sure if Alastor might be going through PTSD because of his experience that happen for 7 years in the Hazbin Hotel Universe's Timeline, but despite how he behaves and all smiles, and thanks to Rosie, he shows adorkable side to himself...

even though I might not of been always Aroaceflux, but for all I know I could of always been but not know it, I mean I can be Fictoromantic as well, and well with my now ex-boyfriends I had online before, but I have no interest in trying to get a new one...and well I can't help but wonder if I use to be Demiromantic, but I'm not 100% sure.

I think it was before figuring out I'm Aroaceflux, that I don't like it when a guy becomes clingy in a bad way, even if there could be a cute way...but he would need to respect my needing to be left to myself, same as family and friends would.

even if my Mom might not fully get why I don't like being touched at times, and I'm okay with it sometimes...

yeah, your family might think it's funny to touch your foot but you might seem like your enjoying it when it tickles but it doesn't mean you fully do so...plus there is the whole being scared really easy when they surprise hug you from behind...

and yeah as strange as it might be, whenever I'm in the kitchen and a male family member ends up in the kitchen too, my thoughts are "don't touch me." even if it might not of always been that way, but that is just how I am now...

besides that depression in 2015 that I had, and besides getting my foot hurt and it took some time to heal.

I also had that panic attack in the car and ended up hitting my head while inside of the car...and even if I was able to get better control now, it doesn't still mean I wont still worry about what caused me to go into a panic attack in the first place.

and I still might have a bit of Semi-Androphobia, like even if you can have some guys you can trust, either it be friends or family or both.

you still might want to be on guard, because of what you learn about some dangers that can happen or from a bad experience from your childhood that was from something that really happen or one of those warning dreams that just end up causing more harm than good and it traumatized you and even when you forget at first because your mind ends up suppressing the memory, even when you remember it years later and try to talk to your family about it, they will just end up making you doubt it and it being a bad dream...

I can't remember how old I was when that bad experience happen, and if it did happen in real life, then it still wouldn't be okay...

even if it was lucky it was just a kiss, but it was normal for me to find boys gross, just as some boys should find some girls to be gross as well, that is perfectly normal.

but if it was just a warning dream, it was really messed up and the bad experience made me block the memory until I remembered about it later on.

it could be possible one of the reasons I got into that panic attack in 2015, was because of them...the one who made me want to hide in the bathroom to cry, after they couldn't get that they and everyone else was disrespecting my personal space...

and even if I and other fans might not fully get what Alastor is going through, but for all we know, he might end up having a really bad panic attack in the future, I guess it would be a surprise if it was Vox who would have to calm him down and have to get him to calm his breathing and not hurt himself when going through a bad panic attack.

I know I hurt my head on the inside of the car when going through that panic attack in 2015...I remember a bit of it, but I know I didn't like waiting alone in the car, even if we were getting ready to move.

I still don't like being alone outside in the car, even if I still have to go inside some places at times, but other times if I don't feel like going inside, I don't go inside...but not having anyone outside waited with you...chances will be that you might not feel great about it.

and it could be possible that Alastor could have certain triggers that could reveal that he went through a very bad experience, something that he wishes not to talk about or let others know.

not sure if Alastor would have Semi-Gynophobia, but that might not be likely, like he could be fine with other ladies, either it be nonbinary-girls or those who are binary...he could just be scared of only one woman, a woman who possibly forced him against his will into a contract he never wanted and took him 7 years to get away from the said woman that now still technically owns his soul.

it is possible that Alastor while possibly forming a type of bond with Charlie, also sees her a way to get his freedom back.

and there could be different soul contracts, which in theory one of the ways another form of soul contract is form is through a type of kinship or like a bond that doesn't have to do with one or the other having ownership of the other party's soul.

while certain contracts have the whole chains, like what it shows in Hazbin Hotel Season 1...

a mutual soul contract where the bond is different, and it is more of a partnership, rings are involved, of course this is just a fan theory.

the said rings will be energy based just like the chains, and will appear in different colors, depending on those who are involved in it.

the rings will appear on the fingers that is the place you put the wedding ring on, which I guess for some, they could have it on their left hand.

while not really having to do with being married, but it could be a choice for some who go down that type of soul contract to go through the whole getting married along with or later on after they form the partnership of their soul contract...

and I guess it could be seen as a type of soul-tie, maybe...?

plus no matter if it is platonic or romantic, a mutual partnership in the soul contract where rings are formed instead of chains, could be seen as a very big commitment, because it could be similar to a soul-tie, but still possibly different.

one could only know if someone is under a soul contract through partnership where the parties don't own one or the other, but are partners, if one or the other ends up summoning their ring having it appear before those present. I might talk more about this type of soul contract theory another time.

not sure what else to say about the whole possibility of Adam and Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel, sharing Grandchildren...for all we know even if it were true and if it were canon, those two would be clueless.

I just think it is a little amusing, and Adorkable Apple Goober is still at fault for the theory popping into my mind in the first place.

and for all we know, Alastor could still end up being a half-angel, both in his human life and even in his afterlife, and we might find out more about what happen with him for 7 years in Hazbin Hotel Universe, and why he was missing for so long, we might not find out right away but we might in the future.

anyway maybe I will talk about the whole weird ideas and theories about Lucifer and Adam from Hazbin Hotel, maybe another time.

there is a ship drawing I want to hurry up and post up next after this.

not everyone has to agree about the whole theories I talked about in this, even when I got off topic.

Alastor's "X" on his forehead having to do with him being a half-angel in both his human life and even to his death and afterlife, is just a theory, even about him being a descendant of nephilim too is just a theory, and it's okay that some fan theories get debunked and just end up in the Fanon Timeline instead. :)

#do not reblog without permission #not for kids #mature audiences only #hazbin hotel theory #goober #grandpa #lucifer hazbin hotel #snu snu #adam hazbin hotel #cain and abel #alastor hazbin hotel #nephilim #talking about feelings #my thoughts #february 2024

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tealeafgrimm · 2 years

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Second Chance

Sirius Black x Reader Words: 1.1k Summary: You find out about Sirius' attempt to lure Snape into the Shrieking Shed and confront him about it. Will he realize his mistake? Warning: Swearing

The blood pounded in your ears, muffling every sound around you. Your hands were clenched into fists at your side as you climbed the final steps with a fixed stare. You gave the password to the Fat Lady in a trembling voice and her portrait swung out to reveal the entrance to the common room.

It was already past midnight, which left the common room completely empty. As you entered the room, however, you heard the startled inhalation of the house elves cleaning up the students' mess.

Normally you would have told them you were sorry for scaring them and thanked them for their work. But your anger blinded you. Determined, you marched toward the spiral staircase that led to the dormitories. Instead of turning left toward the girls' rooms, you took the turnoff that led to the boys' dormitories. There was no sound coming from the rooms, most of the students had already gone to bed hours ago and those who had stayed up longer would surely be asleep now.

Without knocking, you yanked open the door in one swing and turned on the light.

"W-what, Y/N? What's the matter? Did something happen?" James Potter sat bolt upright in his bed, his hair even more disheveled than usual, while he still half-drowsily searched for his glasses.

"It's about time you came back. I've been searching the entire castle for you for hours. Sirius?" Your voice was still shaky, yet loud and authoritative. You didn't care if you woke the entire castle.

A grunt sounded from the bed across from you. Sirius ran a hand through his dark curls and looked at you from scrunched up eyes.

"Y/N, do you really have to talk to him now?" groaned James, sinking back into his pillows. The only one who didn't seem to mind you standing in his room in the middle of the night was Peter. All that sounded from his bed was loud snoring.

"Yes James. I need to talk to him now," you hissed, striding towards his boyfriend’s bed.

"What the hell were you thinking? Lily just told me. I've been looking everywhere for you. You weren't in the hospital wing with Remus. You weren't here. You weren't at dinner."

"What are you talking about?" yawned Sirius, straightening up in his bed. When he saw your angry expression, his expression changed and he stood up to talk to you better.

"I'm talking about your brilliant idea of telling Severus where Remus disappears to every month and how to get to him. Tell me, are you out of your mind? Do you know what you could have done?"

"Oh that. It's not so bad. James warned the idiot after all. Maybe this will be a warning to him to keep his overgrown nose out of things that don't concern him." He grinned at you, expecting your expression to soften.

"Not so bad? You're lucky James had his three brain cells together," you ignored the 'Hey!' from the other side, "Otherwise, the outcome could have been a different one."

"Do you actually think this whole thing is a joke?" By now Sirius seemed to understand that you weren't taking the whole thing lightly and that you were actually angry with him.

"Hear me out, okay?" he started, trying to grab your shoulders, but you jerked back from him.

"Why the fuck should I listen to you? What can you say that will justify your action?"

"It was just Snivellus!"

"Just Snape? Did you ever think for two seconds that you'd send him in there when Remus was transforming?"

"Well, that was the whole point," Sirius laughed, looking to his friend for help.

"And then what? Remus can't control himself when he transforms. He would have killed him. Do you care so little about your own friends that you want to make him a murderer?" You literally shout the last part of the sentence at him.

Sirius fell silent and stared at you in shock.

"I...didn't think about that," he finally muttered, staring at the floor.

"Of course you haven't Sirius. You never think about the consequences. Not everything is a joke! You can't just do whatever you want. Think about it!" And with that, you gave him one last scowl, as well as James. At the door, you paused once more.

"And apologize to Remus. The poor guy was upset when he heard what you were up to."

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For the next week and a half, you didn't talk to Sirius. You didn't really want to break up with him, but you wanted him to realize that you wouldn't tolerate his behavior and that he had clearly gone too far with his last action. Luckily for you, Remus hadn't been too keen on Sirius' plan either and had given him a telling off as soon as he had been dismissed by Madam Pomfrey.

Unlike you, however, Remus hadn't been mad at your boyfriend for very long, and less than two days later, everything was business as usual between the Marauders. Still, you could tell that it was gnawing at Sirius that you weren't talking to him. And his friends also knew that he would like to apologize to you, but didn't really know how.

"Y/N?! Wait a minute." You were about to leave the Great Hall after dinner to devote yourself to your leftover homework in the common room. When you turned around, you saw that Remus and James had followed you.

"Y/n listen, could you maybe talk to Sirius again? He's really distraught. He's really sorry," Remus began, looking at you almost begging.

"Remus, you of all people, should know better than anyone that he needs to learn what works and what doesn't."

"Trust me, he gets it, he really does." James nodded eagerly.

"He wants to apologize too, he really does, but he just doesn't know how. It drives you crazy. Every night he talks to himself and practices how to talk to you, only to not do it." He rolled his eyes at that and you couldn't help a little laugh.

As you looked past the two of them, you could see that Sirius was still alone at the Gryffindor table, poking absent-mindedly at his food. He really didn't look very well. Maybe he really had noticed that you were serious this time.

"Please Y/N," Remus pleaded now, looking back and forth between you and Sirius.

"Alright. I'll talk to him. But just so you're forewarned: One more action like that and that's it." With that, you made your way over to your boyfriend. After all, you wanted to hear his rehearsed apology for yourself.

"Thank goodness! I don't think I could have had another evening of Sirius whining," James muttered as he and Remus left the hall.

"Tell me about it." And with a quick high five, the two friends disappeared.

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maddiehu7 · 4 months

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Chapter 3

After dinner I headed to my common room but ended up getting lost along the way thankfully someone decided to help me

"Hey are you lost" I hear someone saying as I turn around and see a cute looking black haired boy

"Um yeah actually would you mind helping me to Gryffindor common room" I say hopefully

"Yeah of course thats actually where I was heading, sorry I forgot to introduce myself I'm Neville Longbottom" he says with a dorky smile

"Oh ok great and hello Neville I'm Alexis I'm new if you couldn't tell" I say laughing as we start to walk together, he smiles

"Yeah I heard about you from the twins they seem to be really captivated by you" I blush thinking that they've been talking about me

"Well what can I say those boys were extremely welcoming they make me feel like I could belong here" he smiles bigger

"Yeah that's Fred and George for you always welcoming" I smile back we settle into a comfortable silence as we walk down the halls of Hogwarts, finally we get to a portrait of a lady

"Well this is it the entrance to Gryffindor common room the password changes every week to make sure its safe" I nod looking at the painting curiously, Neville whisperers the password to the portrait and it opens we both head inside

"Home sweet home" Neville says looking around smiling with his arms raised as to show off the room

"Its magnificent" I say astonished with just how amazing this castle is

"It is isn't it" he says looking back at me lowering his arms I look over at him smiling

"the girls dorms are to the right boys to the left down here is the common area, well I guess I'll see you tomorrow yeah?"

"Yeah see ya, and thank you for everything" I say smiling at him he smiles back and nods and heads up to the boys dorm, before I go up to the girls dorm I decide to sit on the couch by the fireplace its quite cozy so much so I end up falling asleep on accident I'm awoken to the girl I saw with the Weasleys earlier Hermione I think it was

"Sorry to wake you I'm your roommate Hermione and got worried when it hit midnight and you didn't show" I sit up smiling embarrassedly

"Oh gosh I'm sorry this place is just so cozy I must have accidentally fell asleep Im sorry again to have worried you" she smiles and assures me its ok we both head up to our room, I'm so surprised I fell asleep I'm normally a night owl, once we get to our room Hermione opens the door and I see all my luggage already in my room I was wondering where it went

"Oh yeah the house elfs bring our luggage to our room they also cook and clean the castle which I down think is right we should clean up after ourselves a lot of house elfs are used as slaves to powerful wizards which is bullocks in my opinion" she huffs annoyed

"Ive heard of house elfs never meant one though I've always been interested in them sense I was a kid when my parents told me they get used as slaves I thought it was awful" Hermione smiles at me

"I like you already" I smile back blushing, after I unpack a bit we both say goodnight and Hermione heads to sleep well I get my night light and a book to read for a bit, it must be all the changes lately because I can barely read a few pages before feeling sluggish and deciding to call it a night I put my book to the side and start to fall into a deep sleep

( Dream )

Im in a black room I feel eyes on me it feels familiar I look around to see professor Snape starring at me I stare back into his onyx colored eyes he dosent break eye contact I get a shiver up my spine as he starts to walk towards me his cape bellowing behind him he gets inches away from my face as I stare up into his eyes I see something unidentifiable in them suddenly I feel his hands on my hips pulling me into him I gasp when I feel his lips on mine kissing me hard I'm so surprised I don't even react at first but then I'm kissing him back with vigor he pushes his tongue in my mouth and I moan which gives him full access to my mouth I run my hands through his hair gripping the ends suddenly he pulls away and whispers in my ear

"Wake up" I look at him confused

"Wake up" he says again in a girlier voice

( End of dream )

"Alexis wake up come on were gonna be late!" Hermione says shaking me awake I groan

"Uh ok ok I'm up I'm up" I say blinking the tiredness away from my eyes seeing the time I rush to get ready putting my uniform on Hermione had already left when I discovered a problem a don't know how to tie a tie so I just put it in my pocket till I run into the twins or Hermione and ask them to do it for me, I start rushing out the door and head to my first class potions as I speed walk there not to get in trouble I think about my dream its insane right to have a crush on your professor let alone have a sex dream about them I mean gosh I feel disgusted with myself ill just try to avoid Snape as much as I can, I get to the door of the potions classroom and walk in quietly everyone stares as I'm late I feel embarrassed with the eyes on me I look around for a seat when I see neville he waves me to an empty seat next to him I thank him quietly and wonder where the professor is

"And you are late why" I hear a deep voice behind me and I jump around in my seat and am meant with those same deep onyx eyes I saw in my dream

Oh I'm so fucked I think to myself

#harry potter #severus x reader #severus snape #hermione granger #smut

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underground-boss-clay · 9 months

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... So apparently Dad hasn't changed his phone's password in AGES and it still does that "take pictures" feature. Sweet Arc that man is old. Well, thanks anyway Rockstar.

Well, since Dad is busy with some visitors in the Gym which is weird, didn't think he allowed that but eh, must have to do with the weird Pokemon they found sooooo figured I'd mess with his phone some. Plus he... has social media now, which is... weird but hilarious.

And since I'm stuck 'n here till they decide what kinda sentence to give me (which sucks but I get it), I might as well make SOMETHIN' out of it, right? Least till Dad realizes he ain't got his phone on him.

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl #???#((😏))#19.9.7 #Sig Erden

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blonde-fraumell · 1 year

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I AM STANDING OUTSIDE YOUR HOUSE SHOUTING THIS THROUGH A MEGAPHONE

I CAN'T STOP WATCHING THAT RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD ANIMATION THING YOU DID I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS GOING ON IN THAT CLIP ONLY THAT IT'S FROM REPAIRED UNSTABLE (which I am rabid about btw I think I commented on that but I was anon cause I was reading it half asleep on my phone and didn't remember my password) BUT THOSE THREE FRAMES WHERE ECLIPSE DOES THE THING WITH HIS HANDS IN TIME TO THE MUSIC WHILE HE CHANGES COLOR? CHILLS CHILLS CHILLS TERRIFIED EXCITEMENT WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL HE LOOKS SO COOL AND SCARY AND SMUG AS HELL THAT'S AN AWESOME ECLIPSE DESIGN WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH SUN WHAT THE HELL IS ECLIPSE DOING DOES SUN HAVE EXTRA ARMS IN THAT ANIMATIC WHY IS MOON REPRESENTING THE LOLLIPOP GUILD IN THAT FIC SERIOUSLY I AM JUST 👀👀👀 AT EVERYTHING THAT IS HAPPENING THERE

ALSO YOUR VIRUS AU IS ONE OF THE MOST INTERESTING AUS I'VE EVER SEEN LIKE SO FEW CREATORS ACTUALLY TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE FACT THAT THE BOYS ARE TECHNICALLY CODE AND THEN YOU RUN WITH THAT IN A WAY I HAVEN'T REALLY SEEN ANY OTHER AUTHORS DO

I DON'T KNOW WHAT A SUBNAUTICA IS

I READ YOUR SUBNAUTICA AU AND I THINK I WANT A SUBNAUTICA

I am sobbing so hard right now. I am SO sorry for not replying sooner and- I just-

I can't express how stinking excited I am to share more of Repaired Unstable! It's gonna be the longest fic I've ever written and I- You're killing me, Ordinary! I love your comments and we all love you. I am really excited to share more on RU and on this Eclipse. He is my menace of a beloved and I'm excited for his appearance in the story

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! THAT'S SO NICE! The Virus AU has been tons of fun making and unlike RU, I'm more than happy to talk about it now! It won't get a fic, but it will get more art! Just gotta get through the intro, then I can just draw the boys! I'm so excited you think so! X3

If you got a Subnautica, then I hoped you enjoyed it! It's a great game and it fills me with joy every time someone tells me my story made them go out and get the game!

Thank you so much, Ordinary! You're the greatest and I adore your comments so much!

#ask blonde #ordinarydoodles #they are great and deserve so much #Repaired Unstable au #Leviathan's song #virus au #my heart hurts from how happy this ask made me #was literally crying earlier #about to cry again #I am holding this ask tenderly and caring for it so much

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dojimakaichou · 1 year

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SENT FROM @queenoftheboard ― ( unprompted / always accepting )

"I'm betting real money tonight - but there is a little secret," she leaned into him, Eirene's lips seeking his ear next, "I'm only taking a winner to bed - make me proud, darling."Eirene had absolutely refused to tell Daigo anything about her plans - and the ex-yakuza knew when it was futile to press the issue; his wife had a way of smiling and narrowing her eyes slightly that promised retribution if he insisted, so the former chairman behaved for now. Marie was in the capable hands of Saejima and Desmond for the night, after all (an unlikely pair, and yet a constant one - the two had clicked and enjoyed sharing babysitting duties so their loved ones could have time away with each other). All that the businesswoman had said was for Daigo to be mindful of his clothes and leave the good stuff behind - Eirene had ditched her own long gowns in favor of something covered by a trenchcoat, which was another mystery of their evening. Their car also dropped the two of them at a nondescript location, but seemingly on purpose - the blonde woman took the lead, walking into what appeared an empty building and exchanging a password with a guard at the front. But soon enough - Daigo understood; it was the front of an underground fighting ring, and the noise of the crowd and the fighters got progressively louder as they descended the stairs. At the arena level, Eirene untied her coat and slipped it off her shoulders - and Daigo could see she had dressed in a similar fashion to the other women in attendance: short dresses, high heels and exuberant jewelry, in her case; the blood red hue of her clothes was no accident. "I overheard you telling Marie about your youthful days; she might not fully grasp it yet, but I did," the Quinn president said, turning around and knowing that, in that place, they were as good as anonymous; no one cared about business or was likely frequenting these dens at the time Daigo was active, "So I asked Majima-san for help to track the current ring - he still participates, would you believe? A masked man giving novices a run for their money," Eirene chuckled, and placed an open hand (where her wedding ring was the centerpiece) across his broad, strong chest. "I took the liberty of signing you up under a false name. You are Mr. John Wick for this evening," a clever reference to a movie franchise both of them enjoyed, and there was a devious smile on her face as she said it - it had been perhaps a bolder move than he expected, but it had come from a good place in her soul, "I thought you missed being more than the best husband and father - and I'm confident you can teach everyone here a lesson," she said, finally moving to stand on the tip of her toes and press a feather-light kiss to his lips - a gesture that went unnoticed given the chaotic environment they were in.

★. ―

Daigo didn't dare press his wife about her surprise. He had changed his outfit as requested ( his second attempt after a suit was a pair of dark jeans and a nice shirt, which Eirene gave a certain little frown at that told him ' no ' ) ; between his guessing and her nonverbal hints, they had settled on a curious mix of athleisure for his attire. The joggers, tennis shoes, and compression shirt with a Wyverns zip - up hoodie were certainly fine street fare and did highlight the ex - yakuza's build nicely, but they only further confused the man.

What could his wife be up to ??

In spite of the many questions churning in his thoughts, Daigo sat back in the car and talked to her about anything else. It was clear to him that this evening was one she had planned rather carefully, so he resolved to be along ( quite literally ) for the ride.

At what appeared to be their final destination, Daigo thanked the driver and walked to Eirene's door to offer his hand. Together, they entered a run - down place that was clearly in need of work. The sight of the obvious guard made Daigo instinctively bristle. He didn't outright say anything to the other individual ― the head of Quinn was more than capable of taking care of herself, he knew ― but his presence behind Eirene was difficult to look past. Once they were seemingly cleared, Daigo breathed easier ; he resisted the urge to place a hand on his wife's hip. This all suddenly possessed an air of work matters to it, and the former Chairman knew his role in that world did not include doting husband.

As they descended the stairs to the real event, Daigo immediately understood what all of this was. He moved slowly, taking in the environment around them with a curious expression on his face. The brilliant pools of light ; strong smell of beer ; clouds of vapor and cigarette smoke ; and roar of the crowd at the grisly acts of violence in front of them ― oh, it was intimately familiar. So much of his early life was spent in shit holes like this, where he could grin like the devil incarnate and vent his anger out by breaking bones while drunk. Even prior to his arrest and subsequent reign as the King of Kamurocho, he was in these pits, releasing the aggression he couldn't while roaming the streets as a poor excuse for a yakuza.

What a difference twenty years made. Once, he would have been here to drink, fight, and perhaps find a pretty individual unopposed to him paying for their company to take to a motel that night. Now, he stood with his wife ― the mother of their child, the love of his life, the empress to which he freely passed his crown at the moment of his retirement ― as a proudly sober, calm, and confident man.

Daigo raised an eyebrow at the unveiling of Eirene's true look. His appreciation for how short her dress was ( as well as the color ) showed instantly in his visage. With that outfit . . . he longed to suggest they leave and find somewhere private, though he kept that sentiment to himself. The ex - yakuza allowed a quick betrayal of their relationship : he brushed his fingertips along her side in admiration of the piece she wore.

"Ah," Daigo said, laughing lightly. "It was because of that little jacket Marie refuses to take off." Coincidentally, a garment the same great - uncle Eirene referred to bought for the girl. "I used to have a white puffer coat like it. My trademark, I guess. Seeing her in it brought back memories."

His wife's next words prompted a soft vocalization of surprise. So that's what this was about. Daigo flicked his gaze over to the ring proper. It was as ill - kept and blood - soaked as ever. This glimpse of the current match assured Daigo that the caliber of combatants he would encounter in those flimsy walls was no different from the fare of two decades previous.

Eirene's explanation for her surprise warmed Daigo's heart. He didn't miss these hellish dens in particular, but that wasn't necessarily the point. Tonight was his wife giving him an evening to revisit the old world and briefly return to another era. Daigo adored his job as a homemaker and stay - at - home father, but there were so many years of his story before that. Eirene, by planning out this affair, was simply saying that she saw the full breadth of the man she married and loved every layer to him. Even those she hadn't lived in Kamurocho to witness. She recognized that the misshapen and scarred knuckles that helped cook her dinner and soothe their fussing daughter used to belong to a national leader, a criminal overlord, a notoriously brutal fighter ― and here, tentatively, was an opportunity for Daigo to embrace the complex identity he carried with him.

The ex - yakuza dared to place his palm to the small of her back to help his beloved balance against him as she issued her final challenge. He chuckled darkly, pressed a kiss as fleeting as the one to his lips against the side of her hair, and waited patiently for her to get on flat feet. Daigo then shrugged out of his comfortable hoodie. With a thoroughly entertained smile, practically cut into his face given the jagged angle, he placed the souvenir item around her shoulders in the same manner he used to bestow his infamous puffer coat to prospective partners prior to his next match.

"I wouldn't dream of disappointing a fan," Daigo said, voice low and tinged with adoration for the fierce woman who put this together for him. "Especially not one this beautiful. I'll make sure nothing I need later when I come to collect my winnings is bruised."

He couldn't resist grazing his hand along the edge of her jaw. Daigo sighed wistfully at the fact that he needed to leave, but he did so inevitably. The ex - yakuza pathed to the managers controlling the ring and announced that the boogeyman was here to fight. A few members of the crowd murmured about Mr. Wick's identity when he made his way in for his first challenge : he looked awfully similar to the previous head of the Tojo Clan. However, their speculation was quickly lost. Without Daigo's tattoo being shown ( as he knew ), it was hard to say that it was him ― and he was too damn good. The onlookers didn't care about who he was if he kept his head down and put on a show. Not that he cared to impress them, of course ; the fact that he won match after match was entirely dedicated to his wife.

#queenoftheboard #.mobile #fighting tw #violence tw #.answered #smoking tw

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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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2 - Should I Call?

Everything Changed At 21

Part 3

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Rolling over in my bed the next morning I moaned feeling pain shooting through my head. I mentally kick myself for finishing that big glass of alcohol. Holding my hand over my eyes I heard my phone starting to ring so I answered it. "Hello...who is this..?" I heard Chloe's voice practically screaming in my ears. "Did you call him yet!" Shifting to sit up against my pillow I rub the sleep from my eyes not understanding what she meant until I saw a note on my nightstand. Picking it up and holding my phone against my ear using my shoulder I opened it. "Here's my number if you want to see me again. I know I wanna see you - Luke." Reading the note over again it all came back of what happened last night. The memory of Luke giving me my first drink of alcohol and now this note.

"Call him Y/n. Call him!" Chloe cheered through the phone causing me to flop back against the pillows sighing at her excitement. "Chloe, I can't call him. He probably didn't mean to put the note under the glass. Or he's already driving to another state to prefom for the tour. Or he's already got a girl or two on his arm. There's no point-" If she could slap ne through the phone I bet she would in this moment. "I say this with love bestie but...he wouldn't have given you his freaking PHONE number if it didn't mean anything!" She started shouting through the phone so I turned her on speaker before she blew out my hearing. Getting out of the bed I started pacing in front of my bed back and forth in thought.

Luke and I are complete opposites. He adores the spotlight, girls wanting him and people enjoying his music. And I am shy girl who probably wouldn't make it through a day by his side. I'd like to believe my best friend but this isn't a movie or a fairytale book. Some things just remain like crazy fantasies. Throwing my head back I spun around on my feet almost falling on my butt at her next words. "I'm coming over immediately. We've gotta call that cowboy." She hangs up before I had the chance to say no. Only an hour later she made her way through my front door of my apartment. I sit down my cup of coffee laying my head on the table still feeling the effects of this hangover. "Chloe...I already told you...he's out of my league." She threw her coat on a chair heading into another room until I realized what direction she went. Which was my room where both the paper and my phone were still at.

"Chloe..." I called out in a warning when she didn't come out right away. A few seconds later she skipped into the room typing away on my phone. Slapping a hand to my forehead I forgot she knew the password into my phone. Now I'm gonna have to change it after this. "So Y/n who should we call. Your mom, your cousin or...oh here's an idea I just typed in the number for Luke Bryan. Let's call him he's a celebrity." She tapped her finger on her chin waving around the phone with a smirk on her face. I try moving towards her but she raced off the opposite direction clutching my phone to her chest giggling. "Chloe no. Chloe...give me my phone right now!" I hollered chasing after her through the small apartment. She climbed over the couch but I instantly tripped over the armchair leg falling on the floor. Lifting myself up on my hands she showed me the screen where I threatened using her full name. "Chloe Rose Blake, don't you dare call him!"

"You'll thank me later." She simply replied pressing the green button where the phone starts ringing through the house. Forcing myself to my feet I grabbed her wrist trying to grab the phone from her still. She grunted and we ended up fighting for it on the floor. She shoved me on my back when we heard someone speaking on the other end. "Hello, who is this?" Luke's phone came through. I try smacking the phone from her hand but she shoved her hand over my mouth holding me on the floor with her legs. "This is Y/n's best friend Chloe. She's the one you gave a margarita to last night because it was her 21st birthday." He replied as I try pushing her off but she has a tight grip on me. "It's nice to meet you, Chloe. Can I talk to Y/n?" She glared down at me on the ground whispering under her breath handing me the phone. "Ask him out or I'll drive away with your phone and do it myself."

Turning the phone off speaker I pressed it to my ear feeling my heart beating faster than earlier. Running my freehand through my hair I stuttered out. "Hi...uh Luke. Sorry about Chloe she stole my phone...you're probably busy so I'll let you go.." He responded before I could try and hang up on him. "I'm not busy darlin'. Say would you and Chloe want to hang out with me and tour crew at this cabin party tomorrow night?" Chloe shouted jumping up in the air in pure excitement. "Hell yes!" Covering the speaker on my phone I scolded her. "You don't even know what he asked me yet!" She throws her arms up scowling at me. "It doesn't matter. Anything with Bryan is gonna be awesome. What kind of super fan are you anyway?" Rolling my eyes I cleared my throat finally giving him an answer to his suggestion. "Sure we'd like to." He sounds like he is smiling through the phone before he has to hang up. "Sweet I'll text you the address. I have to go my managers here. Bye Y/n. Oh and tell Chloe I said bye to her too." Locking my phone I immediately squealed jumping around with my friend. "We're going to hang out with Luke Bryan!"

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ruddrow · 10 months

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Hello everyone,

My name is Ron Rudd AKA He who's name can not be spoken.

I'm currently living at a homeless shelter at 1501 Imperial Ave San Diego CA, 92101.

It still hurts, the way everything unfolded.

Originally the goal was to shame me into submission but I'm not really wired that way.

Can not begin to emphasize how dangerous sharing innovations and politics on social media can get.

Shortly after my mother's death my life started getting strangely cloak and dagger.

Four Poisoning attempts on my life once I discovered that I was being broadcast to everyone on the planet without my knowledge.

Shortly after arriving in Puerto Escondido Mexico a German agent would pick the lock to my room and take my phone.

I saw it through the window but thought it best that he didn't know I was on to him so I let him keep it.

Just before that another German agent sharing the same room as him would poison a package of cheese that only he had seen me bring back and place in the community refrigerator full of other people's food.

The other attempts would be made before I left Louisville by people that I thought I knew.

No joke what I've gotten myself into.

I Had no idea that sharing on Facebook could be so incredibly detrimental to one's health, peace of mind and personal safety.

I've been tortured by pain Drs and Butchered by back surgeons.

If you're going to speak truth to power be ready for whatever they might throw at you to shut you the Fuck up.

Facebook posted several images of a dead white cat on my timeline.

The Jewish owned media would have you believe that I was the one broadcasting from my phone by accident.

That's the joke, that I'm too dumb to work a phone and accidentally broadcast myself.

The cocktail of drugs added to my Cybalta capsules would make me sound exceptionally slow over the phone so I get why that might possibly ring true.

I have an associates degree in computer science and I can build a computer but I'm too dumb to understand how a broadcast button works.

Your phone is just a hackable handheld computer

Your number or app permissions are all that's required to access your ideas, hard work, microphone, camera and location.

Hackers can hack every single app you own.

Including Waze and Craigslist, Congress approved and carried out by Fuckerberg and his NHS thugs. Via Google.

Anyone with your phone number can hack you but there were months when I was being hacked that only Facebook and Instagram had my number because I had to keep getting new ones.

There are plenty of Ron Rudd's out there so it would be difficult to know which was mine and my full legal name was never posted on Facebook.

However Zuckerberg did contact me to request my new number while he was broadcasting me.

Every time I would write about what happened on my phone my notes would be hacked and lost.

I took screenshots to try and preserve them and they were blurred out.

My computer was sabotaged while I was out.

The phone and app locks are nothing more than a false sense of security. In Fact you can turn off your data, WiFi and phone, they will still be listening and they can still contact other close devices.

We now live in a Jewish run Mommy dearest style police state government thanks to a handful of Old white republican politicians.

A hacking device was hidden inside a power strip in my house while I was out.

You can also be directly hacked via Google play services That's how it's designed, with holes.

The local cable company was offering me free cable until they realized I was unplugging the router when I used my phone. Then they cut off the cable and screwed my credit score.

I think pinhole cameras might have been used inside the house.

I couldn't get into my Mycroft account.

My Amazon drive account password was changed.

All my Google backups are gone.

Years of working on music compositions are lost.

Retouched family photos from three generations back lost forever.

All of my innovations were met with massive amounts of hostility on Facebook.

I couldn't wrap my head around how angry people were about a concept.

They were just ideas take em or leave em. When I made the point that electric vehicles were being charged using fossil fuels instead of solar I was bombarded with insults.

Facebook made it impossible to contact me for startup funding.

Removing all Asian people from my friends list

I wouldn't even see another Asian in my searches after that.

Then they blocked my phone calls, texts and messages from anyone other than my mom and my therapist.

They hid me among several other Ron Rudd accounts. All my age with beards and glasses.

For a long while you couldn't even find my account.

Fuckerberg hid contact info on my home page. Wouldn't let me download my timeline files.

My messages were hidden from me.

One day they all just showed up and then disappeared again shortly after.

There were hundreds of them.

Many asking for money.

The matrix pawns would call pretending to be someone from the bank needing my card number so they could call to check my account and see if I had obtained start-up money for my innovations.

Facebook hid the number of followers I had from me and likes on my posts until the very end of this whole ordeal.

My camera was hacked to photograph me naked.

Then they shared that picture with friends on Facebook.

Google home was listed as one of the WiFi connections at the hostel I was staying at in Mexico.

My phone was made useless. I would lose everything after I reset it every few weeks.

Google never gave me back my previous account so I had to make several of them. Like eight.

I've gone years without a working phone over this.

I will probably go several more years after sharing this.

In some ways I kind of understand.

Here I am a no family, weed smoking, twenty year pain pill addict who's been in and out of psychiatric facilities and disabled most of my adult life.

Not exactly the best role model for a society built on hard work ethics.

Still this was playing dirty and I wasn't about to just let it slide.

When I realized my phone was being hacked after sharing several innovations that got a lot of attention online I wrote letters to intellectual property attorneys all over the world.

Shortly after they showed up at the door with QR codes.

Once in my phone they could witness for themselves exactly what was going on.

My medicine was spiked.

They must have used estragon because my beard fell out, sodium pentathol kept me talking and God knows what made me so uncontrollably angry.

As soon as I mentioned the possibility of this over the phone several bottles of medicine came up missing from my home.

I was already a little paranoid before all of this but now my dial is set to eleven.

I have no doubt that my mental illness will be used to sweep all of this under the rug.

"He's just paranoid."

My character assassination was very well thought out.

The countless phone imposter agents used to create the perception of me being a completely irate dumpster fire of a human being by saying things that would make anybody lose their temper.

Making my medical appointment transportation four hours late on a regular basis for example.

The government is literally playing Crank Yankers with its own citizens. redirecting our calls to imposters, paid for with our own taxes.

There was a short time that I thought only the FBI or homeland security was listening then after using the N word in the privacy of my own house I was clued in by a kick on my door and the side of my house that maybe someone closer was listening.

Possibly the Police I thought.

My next clue was a Facebook post of a guy beating up another guy the exact way I had just described my brother hitting me to my virtual therapist over the phone.

I told her so many things about my family and childhood sexual abuse that were meant to be private.

Finally some random black man attacked me on Instagram asking me why I deserve to get a break if he didn't get one.

That's when I was sure my privacy had been raped.

That's when I lost it.

I would later see a lot of things on talk shows, stand up comedy and SnL that would clue me in that the joke was on me all along.

About a week later I would learn that my mother had passed away. It was close to new years.

To this day I wonder if something I said may have led to hear death.

Their agents broke into my house and infected my PC and all of my thumb drives with viruses.

Insuring that I had no proof of concept for my inventions. They even stole a copy of my Myelogram.

I'm guessing it showed how my Dr's Butchered me it would also insure I couldn't get pain medicine or take them to court.

The disk was so well hidden behind a drawer inside the end table that there was no way anyone would find it.

That's when I realized they had to be watching me with inferred.

A door was made by some plumbers doing some work under the bathroom floor at the back of the house it would permit entry whenever I left and sometimes while I was sleeping.

Also the front door had a combination lock.

I'm guessing a camera was set up to watch me unlock it from a distance.

Infrared cameras and my phone's location would let them know when it was safe to come in.

After gluing that point of entry in the bathroom shut I could hear them banging on it in order to try and jar it loose after I had been lying still for awhile one night.

Finally they drilled holes in the side of my house where a small divide separated me from my neighbor. They injected my room with an aerosol.

My CPAP machine had a reservoir full of iodine colored water every morning for weeks.

My heart would start racing when I walked. I had to stop and set down from the dizziness and I was spontaneously losing control of my bowls.

I had constant fatigue and night sweats.

My face was swollen with a red rash around my eyes and nose. My sinuses congested and I would sneeze constantly. I was experiencing brain fog and my skin had turned pale and clammy.

One time they left a pair of plastic gloves behind

After doing a search.

My pain medicine came up missing and that month pain management called me in for a pill count.

That was the first time in over twenty years of receiving pain medicine I had ever been asked to come in for a count.

Somebody kicked or thew something at my cat permanently damaging his ear.

I no longer felt safe where I was.

People were shining flashlights through my curtainsbat night.

Sometimes I would hear extremely loud kicking on my front door.

The message was clear.

I couldn't live there without water after receiving a five hundred dollar bill after I had it turned off so I had to leave my home of twenty years.

Leaving behind my beloved cat.

I packed up and left for El Paso where my roommate's car would soon be vandalized after he got too involved in the situation at which time I headed down to Mexico.

A British agent was one of many agents that came to Mexico.

He suggested that this was supposed to be something like the Truman show with Jim Carrey.

My thoughts on that.

Why not Clockwork orange or Shawshank?

Better yet why not Trading Places?

This was done to humiliate me for political purposes, my fight for climate conservation and

Maybe it had something to do with my innovations as well.

The government is constantly trying to set me up now.

Apparently entrapment laws have been abolished for our generation.

Usually it was someone that already knew I was being broadcast and wanted to be famous for kicking my ass.

Other times they would use my location to parade attractive women in front of me a few times a week in hopes of getting me to try and solicit a prostitute.

Sometimes they would do this on social media asking me to buy them an Xbox card for their kids to keep them busy while we had sex in the other room.

This happened several times.

I have doubt that once I was behind bars I would be there for a long time.

Jewish owned social media completely disrespected me putting my personal safety in danger and leaving me completely humiliated and fearful for my life when they broadcast my microphone.

So I gave them a taste of their own medicine calling them out for the role they played in raping my privacy.

I probably went overboard but I've always had difficulty controlling my anger.

I still regret some of my comments.

It was also a great way to get canceled in a cancel culture.

Insuring that someday at least I would finally have my privacy, safety and peace of mind.

Free of the stalker messiah and his army of Matrix puppets.

Yes,

I like to look at photos of young ladies naked.

The website I used was the very first listed in Google's search engine.

If anyone was underage it's because Google allowed it.

I agree that some of those girls looked too young to be there.

It's a billion dollar industry so I'm not the only dirty old Man out there.

The difference being that they agreed to be filmed naked performing sex acts.

I didn't.

Let me clear this up,

I'm not anti semitic

I still like many Jewish people.

Adam Sandler had nothing to do with this.

Mell Brooks is still one of my heroes.

I could just as easily suggest that they're anti atheist or anti irish.

That's just a lazy way out of legitimate arguments.

I've enjoyed TV and movies created by the jewish community all of my life.

I honestly believe they have saved me from countless days and nights of painful boredom but clearly there's something diabolical going on behind the scenes of these mega monopoly media companies in conjunction with our government in order to get the people they want into office.

All of this needs to be brought out into the light and closely examined for the security of our nation.

"Ultimate power corrupts ultimately."

I'm tired of being divided by sexual orientation, gender, race, income and politics in the media.

We need unity now more than ever!

Meanwhile they portray themselves as being peace loving, family oriented and nonviolent.

The Jewish owned media completely disrespected my safety and privacy so I completely disrespected the Jewish people.

That's why I went off.

That's why I threw in the towel.

I'm not really all that angry about my ideas being exploited. My privacy, yes!

I knew how the process worked before I shared them and I was aware that if nobody helped me with startup fund's any monetary rewards would be lost.

All I had was proof of concept.

I took that chance because at the time I thought Fuckerberg was trustworthy.

I wasn't expecting that my phone would be hacked so that nobody could reach me in order to insure my losses.

Meanwhile Facebook was sharing posts on my timeline giving me the impression that I should just be patient because I was already a millionaire.

Showing me luxurious homes and cars at the same time they were broadcasting my phone and using several of their infinite number of agents to try and entrap me.

About a year later, once they knew it was too late for me to patent the idea they started harassing me through posts, implying what a loser I was.

Why is it that inventors are the only ones required to pay an exorbitant fee before they can get financially rewarded for sharing an idea that would better our society and the health of the planet?

What if our favorite musicians and artists had to come up with five to fifty grand before they could profit from their creativity?

We would only get rich, white bread and mayonnaise sounding songs and artwork right?

After all that I had been through they still expected me to play ball and donate my time and creativity as though no fowl had ever been committed.

I should just keep giving away my ideas as though nothing had ever happened.

That is if I was really a kind caring human being then I wouldn't let any of this change me...

Even if you do come up with a few thousand dollars to get help patenting your idea all someone has to do in this country is say that they thought of it at the same time.

Easily done when these monopolies have total access to your electronic devices and ideas.

Bluetooth came out the same year as 9/11 allowing our cellphones to communicate with our devices, the patriot act would give permission for government monopolies like Google and Facebook to keep an eye on us, opening the door to intellectual property theft.

It would also give them unlimited access to their political rivals' email communications and personal life.

Making Watergate look like child's play.

Now they are using their Matrix puppets to command hard work and obedience while snitching and stealing from the rest of us.

This is my opinion based on what's happening to me.

These companies have COMPLETE control over who we can talk with.

Our forefathers would have gone to war over less.

Still we market ourselves to the rest of the world as the land of the free.

How do we know that the same thing that happened to me hasn't happened to our more liberal leaning politicians in order to sway a vote or get them to resign?

Read that again.

How all of this has effected me long-term.

I miss the people and pets that would have still been in my life had none of this happened.

I am always suspect of anyone that comes into my life.

What are their motives?

Do they know who I am?

How are they going to try and entrap me?

I keep my devices in Feraday cloth now and I'm careful around phones and camera's.

I think the government's ability to use their Matrix puppets to influence friends, family and neighbors with threats of incarceration for past crimes or monetary rewards paid for with our taxes was the most disheartening part of all this.

Not one of you has ever told me straight out that my phone is broadcasting only subtle hints by repeating the things I have said in the past.

Usually being done by an agent trying to provoke me.

What did I do to justify this attack on my safety and privacy?

I wouldn't change political parties to republican.

I fought for climate conservation and I didn't support Israel's occupation of Palestine.

That's all it took.

Mr. White from breaking bad approached me on Facebook to try and get me to join his team.

I WAS given a choice.

The last poisoning attempt on my life has changed me.

My memory and focus are wasted.

Once this has happened to enough people you'll know the truth.

Once it's happened to you it won't seem as funny.

Keep stealing from the creatives and all you'll be left with is lawyers and accountants.

It's taken every bit of my strength to keep from turning to the dark side.

I have no doubt that this is the kind of thing that has led to the ridiculous number of mass shootings in our country.

Random People see me and chuckle or laugh.

An orthodox Jew called me Ron Rudd the masterbator at the Chicago airport.

While sleeping on the sidewalk a man approached to yell something about Yahweh.

Now I live in a homeless shelter in San Diego where I've witnessed two stabbing and several fights.

Every night after I fall asleep a security guard taps on my metal bunk and shines a flashlight in my face.

The plastic mattress is destroying what's left of my back.

I would welcome any legal advise.

I can't even get the pain medicine I need after they broadcast me doing a small bit of meth that I hadn't done in over twenty years.

This whole ordeal has cost me everything.

Even my beloved cat.

I'm nervous wreck now.

225 degrees in Texas. I've done all that I can.

I am completely ruined now thanks to sharing.

Steps I've taken to unf#ck my phone:

If you can't get a phone in someone else's name here are some tips on keeping them out of your android.

Once you download everything from playstore

Disable All of your Google apps, anything that says Google clear the cache then turn on do not disturb some apps like Spotify and Shutterfly will no longer work.

You can enable Google services for a moment now and then but not playstore.

Now uninstall the Meta and Facebook apps all four of them. Do not install Whatsapp, which is a Gateway for hackers.

Instagram is the most insidious downloading viruses disguised as apps.

Once they have your number all hell breaks lose.

Switching to WIFI won't help using your location they will access your phone as soon as you inter the password.

They're going to upload everything to your Google keyboard now. You'll need to clean the cache on a regular basis.

Get a non WiFi motion detection alarm with a siren to keep Matrix puppets out of your house when you're not there.

List of innovations:

The iPhone GPS tracking devices that help locate your keys and wallet.

Fresnel lens powered water heaters

Electromagnetic earthquake proof buildings.

Revolving metal detector security door.

Gps chips in children's shoes to prevent kidnapping.

Several environmental ideas.

Using airbags to stop oil leaking from pipelines.

Metal case to hold GPS trackers for your catilitic converter. Attached with JB weld.

Solar powered lawnmower that worked like the robots that clean our floors.

Air bags to seal leaking oil pipeline

Reflective marbles made of desert sand to help cool the planet.

Using seed bombs to plant the most carbon reducing trees and plants.

Piping water from plentiful lakes to the ones drying up.

Giant circular submersible farms utilizing condensation for hydroponic irrigation.

Political ideas that would have pissed them off.

Verified voting checked online with a password.

A government supplemental coupon to save money on electric mowers and weed eaters.

My stance against the fossil fuel industry.

Public Voting to decide which companies get subsidized.

I was pointing out the hypocrisy of threatening disabled people's income and calling it intilements while the wealthy do no actual labor for the income they make off the interest of their money.

Complaining about the amount of money we send to Israel and the resulting gentrification of our cities leaving thousands homeless.

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