#i watched it and i was like 6/10 get better at stalking and now i just have thoughts like these now and then. like a curse.

[tyrannuspitch]

i don't know why i'm thinking about crimson peak again, but i am, so here you go. some semi-coherent musings:

i've seen a lot of people react negatively to thomas and edith's confrontation in the climax (you tried to kill me / i did / you said you loved me / i do) because they see it as an attempt to "redeem" thomas, and they don't think it succeeds at that. but honestly i've never interpreted it that way?

what i've always taken away from it is more like... thomas just doesn't see the love and the violence as inherently contradictory. like, i'm not saying he currently wants to kill her, but he doesn't seem to see the gravity of the fact that he did. he was raised on violence. all his major interactions with the world have involved someone hurting him (parents; almost certainly boarding school), or him hurting someone else (wives). the only loving relationship he ever had before edith was with lucille, and that's deeply unhealthy on both sides... to the point that when he has this exchange, he's minutes away from being murdered by lucille.

lucille has her own speech about violence and love which frames the two as fundamentally intertwined, and her violence as coming from love, which is both tragic and horrifying in its own way. but i feel like thomas' thing isn't even... that. it's just like... stark coexistence. as an onlooker you naturally want to reconcile these two parts of him somehow, to fold the love into the violence or the violence into the love, but you can't. they're just both true at once. i can't quite put into words why, but i want to call it eerie.

(and i think this is part of the point of thomas disparaging edith's writing, too: he calls it sentimental and simplistic because it's not how he works. he's not just a villain, and he's not just a tragedy. he's both, and he remains both throughout the story. there isn't any comfortable conclusion to him. maybe he wasn't unsaveable, but he also wasn't saved.)

so. as i see it, it's not "he tried to kill her, but he loves her." it's: "he tried to kill her, and he loves her."

like, yes, of course, you're right, thomas' love of edith doesn't make the violence less real. but. it is also true that thomas' violence towards edith doesn't make the love less real. does that unsettle you? good.

[whumptober]

Whumptober 2023

Welcome to Whumptober 2023 — the sixth year running!

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To those of you who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone joining this year, welcome!

Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.

And this years playlist can be found here.

There are 139 prompt options in total this year - this is including the alternatives list! A special thanks goes out to those who took part in our trope vote back in July. From the 1526 responses to our list of 223 tropes, we looked through the popularity results, as well as your honourable mentions, and were able to produce this years prompts list. Stay tuned, as we will be posting some of the results at a later date!

We’re very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators - we wish you all the fun!

Best of luck and happy whumping,

Mods Vanne, Yenn, Kitty and Surro

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

Whumptober 2023 Prompt List

No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”

Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop.”

No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?”

No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”

Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.”

No. 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”

Recording | Made to Watch | “It should have been me.”

No. 7: " “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Alleyway | Radio Silence | “Can you hear me?”

No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”

Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing.”

No. 9: “Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.”

Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.”

No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you'd never leave.”

No. 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”

Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you.”

No. 12: “I haven't slept in days but who's counting?”

Red | Insomnia | “I’m up, I’m up.”

No. 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”

Cold Compress | Infection | “I don’t feel so good.”

No. 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”

Flare | Water Inhalation | “Just hold on.”

No. 15: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.”

Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”

No. 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

No. 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”

Collar | Touch Aversion | “Leave me alone.”

No. 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”

Blindfold | Tortured For Information | “Hit them harder.”

No. 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”

Floral Bouquet | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

No. 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”

Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”

No. 21: “See the chains around my feet.”

Vows | Restraints | “Don't move.”

No. 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.”

Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | “Watch out!”

No. 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”

Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?”

No. 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”

Goodbye Note | Neglect | “I thought they were with you.”

No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”

Storm | Buried Alive | “They’re not breathing!”

No. 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”

Seeing Double | Working To Exhaustion | “You look awful.”

No. 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”

Matches | Scars | “Let me see”

No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | “You'll have to go through me.”

No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”

Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”

No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”

Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry | “Not much longer...”

No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”

Emptiness | Setbacks | “Take it easy.”

Alternatives List:

Betrayal

Aftermath of Failure

Brass Knuckles

Decoy

Body Modification

Playing Cards

Examination

Hunting

Drugging

Shaking

Panic

Broken

Miscommunication

Lab Rat

Reluctant Whumper

Event Info & Rules

~ Please read our extensive event info posts before sending us an ask ~

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. The 'theme' of each day is the line of lyrics.

The prompts are merely to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is "flame", you could create something with reference to a candle/campfire, your character could have suffered a burn, or the flame could be related to the 'spark' of a relationship. It's truly up to you!

In total, there are 4 prompts for each day: there's lyrics, an object, a trope and a line of dialogue to choose from.  We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag the with:

#whumptober2023 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(day number)

#lyric, #bruises, #stabbing,  …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#fandom or #OC, … (ironman, originalcontent, oc …)

#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)

#teeth, #gore tw, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Add "tw" AFTER the trigger/content warning. )

#nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)

#your own tags go here

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober-archive blog. They must be tagged in the order above. An elaborate post about our tagging system can be found [here]

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month. A form will be published at the beginning of November asking you to tell us if you completed the event. You do not need to post anything you have created, we rely on trust and we will not check this.

Questions not addressed in one of our many event info posts can be directed to this blog. We will not answer any questions that have been answered in the FAQs or rules already.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q. How does this year’s prompt list work? What do I have to choose?

You can create something based on:

The overall theme/lyric of the day

Prompt 1, 2 or 3

One or several of the alternative prompts

A combination of the above

Q. Is [specific anything] allowed?

When in doubt: JUST DO IT!

Q. Do I have to do all 31 days?

Participate as much or little as you like! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.7, #radio silence). If you create works for 31 total theme days you will become a completionist. But apart from that, there are no repercussions if you don’t fill prompts for each day.

Q. Can I post early/late?

Yes, you can post whenever you want. We will only reblog posts during October, but you can use our prompts all year round. The day you post will only affect your probability of being reblogged.

Q. Will you reblog my post?

Due to the sheer number of content posted during Whumptober we can’t promise to reblog every single post. We will make a random selection trying to capture a wide variety of content. The following will increase your chances at being reblogged:

tag your post properly

post within 2-3 days of the theme you want to fill: if you fill the prompt for Day 1 your chances of being reblogged during October 1st to 3rd are highest and will go towards zero afterwards.

Q. What if I don’t understand a prompt/theme?

Send us an ask! We’re happy to help with wild, unhelpful clarifications or brainstorming. That being said, the themes are entirely up for interpretation. Don’t take them too literally. For example: You can be choking on a cherry, someone else can choke you or you could be choked up on emotions, etc.

Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?

This is a MIXED MEDIA event! You can write fic, post meta, doodle or paint, create a gifset or photo edit, link a song, or get crafty with video - anything goes. As for NSFW, make what you like, we just hope that you’ll tag your work accordingly so that others participating in the event can stay safe.

Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?

Absolutely, as long as the other challenges allow it too.

Q. Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms?

Of course! You can post your own content wherever you like (or you can opt to not publish it at all). Additionally we’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there. It can be accessed here. The tumblr blog @whumptober-archive is the official archive, so please respect the boundaries of any closeted whumpers in your social circle.

Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?

Yes.

Q. An existing fic I am currently writing contains many of the Whumptober prompts, can I use it?

If you are actively writing this fic at the moment with the Whumptober prompts in mind, yes. If you’ve previously posted something that checks the boxes, we ask that you not include it retroactively for this current year. You can, however, add new chapters relating to one or more of the prompts.

Q. What kind of characters can I write for?

Fandom characters, OC characters, human, furry, alien, cyborg, RPF, whoever you like. You can use the generic “whumpee” character or have specific ones.

Q. Does it have to take place in a specific fandom?

No, you can create works for your own worlds or for fandoms or for both. You can also create more generic or pan-fandom works. You can do cross-overs or use OCs, whatever you want.

Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?

Yes, but it only counts once towards being a completionist.

Q. If I’m not comfortable with one day’s prompts can I use a prompt of a different day as a substitute and still be a completionist?

No, you can’t exchange prompts for different days. However, if all four prompts of a specific day make you uncomfortable, we have created an alternate prompts list that you can draw from. You can exchange any prompt with these, but please make sure not to use them twice.

Q. Where can I post my work?

Post where and how you want. You don’t have to (cross)post it to Tumblr or at all. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive.

Q. Can I start posting early?

You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? That being said, you can post early, but we won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st.

Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s?

Yes you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish it in October for it to count towards being a completionist.  

Q. Is co-writing allowed?

Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you.

Q. Do I have to create 31 standalone pieces to be considered a completionist or can I write one continuous story?

One continuous story is fine.  The challenge is to write something for 31 prompts. If that’s spread over 31 fics or just one, you are still considered a completionist. (The same goes for every other media you choose.)

Q. Is there a min/max limit on word count?

There is no limit.

Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?

No limit and combine as many as you’d like.

Q. Is a hc/angst/emotional whump focus ok?

Of course! We are not going to establish a threshold for whumpiness. If you think it’s whumpy enough, then it’s whumpy enough. It can be physical, psychological, emotional, or any combination of the three.

Q. What’s considered nsfw?

See this post

Q. What is whump?

Typically the genre includes situations where a fictional character is hurt, be it emotionally, psychologically, or physically. Fanlore provides information here.

Q. My interpretation of the prompt isn’t whumpy at all, does that count?

If you don’t think your interpretation is whumpy, then it doesn’t count for Whumptober. Remember that whump comes in many forms, though, and that we don’t have a whump-checker or a threshold for how much whump needs to be included. If you think your interpretation contains enough whump to count, then it does.

Q. Can I start working on the prompts before October?

Absolutely! That’s why we post the prompts a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time” so feel free to start creating early!

Q. How do I tag triggers?

tw at the end of the word, ex. #gore tw

Q. Do I have to use your tags?

Yes, if you want your work archived on the blog. If not, feel free to use whatever tags you want. 

Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?

Yes

Q. Can we @ you?

Yes but we mostly rely on the #whumptober2023 tag.

Q. Is there anything we are absolutely not allowed to write?

There are no rules, but please make sure to properly tag your trigger warnings. And keep in mind Tumblr’s policies if you are posting it here (or the policies for whatever site you use).

Q. Where can I go for brainstorming help?

Here on Discord or come into our ask box.

Q. My characters are minors, is that ok?

Yes, but as with everything else, use clear and descriptive tags.

Q. Can I cross post on other blogs?

Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable. You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once.

Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).

Thanks for reading, and happy whumping!

[narcissarina]

Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon || Chapter 3: The moon || Chapter 4: The sun || Chapter 5: The sun || Chapter 6: The moon || Chapter 7: The moon || Chapter 8: The sun || Chapter 9: The sun || Chapter 10: The outsider || Chapter 11: The moon || Chapter 12: The sun || Chapter 13: The sun || Chapter 14: The moon || Chapter 15: The sun

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 579

Thank you for making it this far!

EPILOGUE

I got back at working on my usual, had to company and assure my mother that everything’s under control and that I am fine (haven’t recovered from that experience but I’m making progress) my friends scolded me and got worried, I’m actually fine right now since I know a man who would go lengths just to come to my aid and rescue.

The same man who stalked me, kidnap me even then gave me a tour of his own home. Sharing his stories and experiences as I take in that we live in different worlds—yet he choses to be with me. Opposite attracts, right?

He lives in the dark, and I’m in the light.

Like how the moon loves the sun, that’s why every once in a while there’s an eclipse.

Funny how he was the obsessed one, I won’t be lying that he isn’t good in bed.

It’s been a few months, I still go to therapy because Scara refuse to stop paying for my sessions, he still believes that I still need it. “what do you mean that I don’t have to pay for your therapy?” he said and give me a judgmental look.

I even ask Ajax about it and he said he can’t do anything about it, and that Scara gets snappy when Ajax talk to him on my behalf.

The Tsaritsa has been doing good and her health was improving when I’m around (she thinks I’m her daughter but I really don’t mind) she would give me gifts on many occasions, I still remember she almost bought me a car, since my old one is shit.

The more I know them like friends, the more I forget that they’re wanted criminals. My mind drifting off that they’re old friends when they’re literally a dangerous and powerful mafia.

Behind the café counter, I take orders for my customers and work on the usual routine that I normally had. But this time, something different—after taking the last order, I move my neck as it cracks some of my stiffen muscles.

I go over and clean the counter top, then made a bitter black coffee, just how he likes it.

Ding—

The sound of the bell of the door opening. I greet that customer with a smile and present him his usual.

“Welcome, here’s your usual.” I greet and hand him his bitter black coffee, “did you make sure you made it with extra love?” Scara teases, as his hand brushes over mine as he takes his coffee from my hand.

I could only chuckle at his remark, he leans in the counter—coffee in hand as he took my hand with his free one, “date at three?” he kissed my knuckles, I roll my eyes and nodded.

He smirks and got to his table to drink his coffee and wait for my shift to end.

My friend pops out of nowhere and gave me a scare, “jesus!” I yelp, she cock a brow and look at me up and down, “y’all better behave.” I chuckle at her and wink.

I watch the man who sat beside the door, drinking his coffee and reading—the same man who has dangerous connections, who is morally grey. The same man who saved me, obsessed with me.

I smile, knowing that my safety will be in his hands.

Assured that he’ll give me the future that he and I vision.

The same man I didn’t knew I fell in love with.

A/n: Hello! This series has finally comee to an end, thank you for reading and for sticking around 😭😭🙏 I appreciate you reading my works, comments were really appreciated and motivates me to write more stories!

Started writing this at March 1, 2024

Finished writing this day, March 22, 2024.

Thank you for sticking with me!

[yankstrash]

october 10

the weekend was over

the hockey team has returned from their first game of the season

and they did in fact win.

amelia had texted gabe after the game on saturday

from: amelia

"guess i owe you ice cream."

from: gabe

"yes, you certainly do :)"

from: amelia

"you actually gonna let me pay this time?"

from: gabe

"now, why would i let you do that??"

she rolled her eyes and smiled at his response

she didn't tell him, but she did watch the game.

and she can't even lie, she enjoyed it. a lot.

her eyes were glued to gabe every second he was on the ice

he sure did look good in his hockey uniform.

and to top it off?

before the game she was doing a little stalk through his instagram tags and saw an interview video of him from over the summer

and yeah, he looked GOOD.

it may be hard to believe, but amelia has found gabe attractive since day one

if you thought it was so easy for her to just reject him, wrong.

it wasn't easy, and it got less easy each time she did it.

not only because of his good looks, but because of his charm

and his persistency

and his willingness to come back each time, more determined than the last

she constantly felt her walls coming down each time he asked her out, and she hated it

but now that she's been out with him a few times, she doesn't hate it

she likes it, a lot.

it still scares her, but she has a better feeling about him each time

and honestly, if you asked her right now where her head is at she would say, "i'm not sure, but i do know the third date sounds like the perfect time for a first kiss..."

~

it was sunday night and amelia was at her desk finishing weekend homework

her eyes darted from her notebook to her phone when she heard it ding

from: gabe

"i am back. third date tomorrow?"

amelia grinned at his message

well he didn't waste a second.

from: amelia

"what'd you get back 2 minutes ago?"

from: gabe

"3 minutes actually. so, date night? tomorrow?"

she smiled and texted back

from: amelia

"i get off at 6"

from: gabe

"perfect, i will meet you at the coffee shop"

from: amelia

"okay gabriel"

from: gabe

"okay miss amelia"

~

amelia dressed cuter than normal for work on monday since she and gabe were going out right after she got off

she texted him beforehand to make sure her outfit was in dress code for their evening plans, which she, per usual, had no idea what they were

from: amelia

"is a skirt and sweater dress code approved for tonight?"

from: gabe

"that is perfect."

perfect.

at five minutes to six, she looked up at the sound of the coffee shop door opening

she smiled when she saw gabe walking in

he pointed to a table, signifying that he would wait for her

she finished up her last 5 minutes before grabbing her things and clocking out

gabe stood up when he saw her grabbing her things

"ready?" he asked as she came out from behind the counter

"i am"

gabe opened the coffee shop door for her, letting her go before him

"thank you" she says as they walk out

"so" she begins "where to tonight, gabriel?"

gabe looks down at her hand and catches it mid swing, lacing his fingers through hers

"you hungry?" he asks

she nods her head, "very."

he smiles and nods, "good, let's grab dinner."

they drive into boston and gabe parks near a restaurant

"i hope there's an ice cream shop nearby.." amelia jokes as they walk into the restaurant

gabe laughs, "i'm sure we'll find one so i can buy you some ice cream, miss amelia"

amelia stops walking and turns to gabe with her mouth open

"gabe..." she warns

"sh sh" gabe walks up to her and gently places a hand on her cheek

amelias breath hitches a bit in her throat as her eyes landed on his lips, but very quickly moved up to his eyes

"dinner first." gabe says lowly, smiling

she smiles back and slowly nods her head

"mmhmm" she hums, barely audible

"cmon" he takes his hand off her cheek and grabs her hand "dinner time, m'lady."

~

"i think i am going to explode." amelia says as they exit the restaurant

gabe nods his head in agreement

"walk it off?" gabe asks, holding his hand out to her

she smiles as she looks at his hand and nods her head

"please."

amelia thought they were walking to no destination, but she had an idea gabe knew where he was going when they started walking on a bridge

amelia turned her head and saw an amazing view of the city

with the sun setting in the back

"wow." she said as she walked over to the railing and looked out "this is so nice"

gabe stood next to her, still holding her hand

"isn't it? i love it here. i come here after practice sometimes just to walk and clear my head." gabe says

"does it help?" amelia asks, releasing his hand and turning around so she's leaning against the rails

gabe nods, leaning forward and resting his arms on the rails

"it does. it's peaceful and the view is incredible." he says

"your teammates come with you?" she asks

he shakes his head

"just me."

"hmm" she hums in response

she turns her head to the side, looking at gabe

"so you just take your dates here then?" she jokes with a grin

gabe smiles lightly, but still feels a pang in his chest

he knows she's joking, or at least he hopes she is.

but he wants her to believe he isn't screwing around.

he slowly shakes his head

"only special ones.." he jokes back, easing some of the tension

he lifts himself off his arms, taking a step towards amelia

"only you." he says

amelia looks up at gabe, looking into his eyes

she's unconsciously searching them

for something

anything.

lies

doubt

dishonesty

but she finds nothing.

only him staring back into hers

her bottom lip gets pulled slightly between her teeth as her eyes wander down justtt a tad

she can tell gabe is thinking the same thing, yet he doesn't do anything about it

they stand there for a moment, just looking

neither of them saying anything

they're not sure what to say

she breaks the ice.

"you know," she tilts her head "for a guy who was so eager at first to make a move, doesn't seem like you want to make one now."

gabe laughs lightly at her words

"just don't want to make a move that you don't want me to make." he says

amelia shrugs, "who says i don't want you to?"

gabe purses his lips, inching a little bit closer to her

"only if you want me to.."

she darts her eyes up to his, then down to his lips

they keep dancing back and forth as she lifts her chin a bit

"i want you to." she whispers, bringing a hand up behind his head and pulling him down to her

until their lips are touching

softly

gently

they keep them pressed together for a moment, not moving them

amelia starts to move hers when she feels gabes hands go to her cheeks

she moves the hand that was in his hair to the back of his neck, putting her other hand there too, holding him close

when they break apart, both their eyes remained close for a moment

their foreheads are leaned against each other

gabes hands are still on her cheeks

amelias arms are still around his neck

their eyes finally open, and they look at each other, smiling

"only you, amelia."

~

gabe dropped her off that night, walking her up as always

"y'know.. we never did find the ice cream shop," amelia says, turning to gabe "i still owe you."

"hmm, maybe next time." he shrugs

she shakes her head

"one of these dates... you're going to let me pay."

he chuckles and shakes his head, "doubtful, pretty."

she bites the inside of her cheek, trying to fight back a smile

gabe smiles, taking a step towards her and bringing a hand down around her waist

he slowly leans down and connects their lips, giving her a quick kiss

"hmm," she hums against his lips "that move took longer than expected." she says

gabe chuckles, "what do you mean?!"

amelia shrugs, bringing her arms back up around his neck

"i really thought you'd try that on our first date"

gabes mouth falls open at her confession

"i'm trying to be a gentleman here, miss amelia.. if you couldn't tell."

she chuckles, "oh i can."

he smiles, leaning back in and capturing her lips in another kiss

when they break apart, he smiles against her lips

"goodnight, amelia."

she laughs lightly, taking her forehead off his and looking up at him

"goodnight, gabe."

[widow-tarot]

Mini PAC - Their Feelings For You (Romance)

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GROUPS 1 - 2 -3 4 - 5 - 6 7 - 8 - 9

Instruction: Think about your person while choosing a group. Do not use more than 2 groups for one person. Remember, this is only for entertainment purposes.

GROUP 1

Cards: Release Your Ex Reversed (the time has come to clear your energy), Express Your Love Reversed (go ahead and make the romantic gesture), Keep An Open Mind (your soul mate may differ from your usual type and expectations), Love Reversed, Blank Card, Sweetheart Reversed, Wedding Rings (Union, Wedding, Married, Soul Connection, Eternal Love, Everlasting Promise), Butterfly Reversed (Relationship Evolving to the Next Phase, Healing The Inner Child, Growth), Chaser Reversed (Chaser in Co-Dependent Relationship, Fear of Abandonment Issue).

Reading: I see that your person is currently either in a committed relationship or is about to get into a relationship with another person (or even a marriage situation) and is very unlikely to leave their current connection with their partner. I don't see them being interested in you in a romantic way (I'm not even sure if they had ever thought about you in a romantic way). They are currently in love with their partner and that is not going to change for a long time. However, with the Blank Card and Keep An Open Mind Card there is potential for the two of you to be together but not right now. It's better if you move on and don't expect much here.

GROUP 2

Cards: Wedding (this situation involves marriage), Retreat (it's time to disconnect from the world), Let Go Of Control Issues (allow this situation to unfold naturally), Sunglasses Reversed (Watching, Looking, Stalking, Gaslighting, Perception, Focusing Out), Heart With A Key Reversed (Welcoming Love, Meeting The One, Open Your Heart, Getting Together), Hand Of Cards in Horizontal Position (Take a Chance, Risk, Being Strategic, Options, Not Showing Hand), Ecclesiastic Reversed, Widower Reversed, Message.

Reading: This person is interested in you, that's for sure. They want to spend time with you and you only, no other people around. They're pretty stressed out about this situation, it's like their Heart and Throat Chakras are blocked. For now, they decided not to make any hasty actions toward you. They're waiting for the right time and also they want to see how your connection will unfold without romance involved. They do want to message you or contact you in any way they could but once again, they're restraining themselves. Maybe they're still healing a little from their previous relationship/situationship. They don't check out your social media and they avoid talking about you with others - they don't want to get too excited and take a risk. Their heart is still closed off and they're learning how to move on from past traumas.

GROUP 3

Cards: Religious Factors Reversed (your love life is influenced by your religious upbringing and spiritual path), Heart-To-Heart Conversations Reversed (honestly discuss your feelings with each other), Make The Effort Reversed (great love is worth taking the steps you're guided to take), Soulmates (Soul Connection, Partnership, Agreement, Soul Contract), Self-Indulgence (Focus on Self, Self-Worth, Time to Heal, Shadow Work), Sunglasses Reversed (Stalking, Watching, Looking), Lover, Fortune, Fidelity Reversed.

Reading: This person is interested in you sexually. They are not someone who likes committed relationships or being exclusive with people. They like to have their needs fulfilled but there's nothing beyond that. You guys could be great Friends With Benefits but other than that, I don't see them changing their mind any time soon (or even at all). You guys do have a connection (Soulmate Card) but not in a romantic sense. If you want to, you can tell this person that you want to be more than friends but be prepared for disappointment. It's not worth it to give your time to this person if you expect a relationship out of it.

GROUP 4

Cards: Stay Optimistic About Your Love Life Reversed (positive thinking and faith will bring you romance), Express Your Love Reversed (go ahead and make the romantic gesture), Reconciliation (someone from your past is returning to your life), Death, Marriage Reversed, Jealousy Reversed, Love (Affection, Attraction, Unconditional Love), Coffin Reversed (Endings, Growth, New Beginnings, Change, Liberation), Butterfly Reversed (Relationship Evolving to the Next Phase, Healing The Inner Child, Growth).

Reading: If you are asking about your former lover/your ex/your past situationship/past friendship then yes, they are coming back into your life. If not, then this reading is still for you. Not everything has ended between you guys but the reason for coming back to you is not a romantic offer, but a closure. You might be having some fun in the beginning, going on dates, having sex and spending time together but this connection will end. I'm not even seeing anything about staying friends or staying in touch - this is the last time you can say whatever you want to say.

GROUP 5

Cards: Enemy, Love, Loss, Snake (Competition, Enemy, Look Over Your Shoulder, The Other Woman, Malicious), Photograph (Missing You, Nostalgia, Make New Memories), Separation Reversed (Missing You, Sadness, Unsure of Future), Passion hidden under Separation Card (Insane Chemistry, Having Fun, Like Each Other Equally), Let Go Of Control Issues Reversed (allow this situation to unfold naturally), Forgiving And Learning Reversed (as you release and heal the past, you experience more love in your present moments), This Could Be The One Reversed (you've already met the romantic partner you seek).

Reading: Oh boy, this is a complicated one and I'd have to draw more cards to get a clearer picture but this is a mini-reading so I'll try to give you guys any information I could pick up from the cards I have currently. I feel like you've been friends with this person for a long time (or you just know each other for a long time) so it's fair to say you have some strong fundaments that you can build a relationship on. There is some strong chemistry there and they actually enjoy your company. Yes, they are interested in you but someone else appeared to be your competitor. I strongly sense feminine energy that is cunning, strong and manipulative. Your person can't decide which one of you will be a better option to date - they don't want to lose you so continuing your friendship is the safest bet. Your competitor also doesn't make things easier for you since they keep persuading and pressuring your person to choose them. This also could be their current lover/girlfriend in which your person isn't much interested.

GROUP 6

Cards: Ecclesiastic, Baby Reversed, Letter Reversed, The Swords And Rose (Clarity, Truth, Revelation, Solidarity, Honor, Protection), Healing Heart (Healing From Heartbreak, Freedom From Toxic Relationship/Addiction), Love Reversed (Unconditional Love, Self-Love, Attraction, Affection), Stay Optimistic About Your Love Life (positive thinking and faith will bring you romance), You Deserve Love (you are loveable), Religious Factors Reversed (your love life is influenced by your religious upbringing and spiritual path).

Reading: Very clear message: "You deserve love. It might not be me who will give you love but please don't think you are unloveable. Someone will love you but might not be me." They care about you deeply, just not in the way you want them to. They know you like (or love) them but they can't give you the same affection. You are dear to them and they care about your feelings, that's why they don't want to lead you on. They wish you found happiness and love you so clearly deserve; they will support you in any way they can. They will fight people who hurt you and they will always have your back. They want to stay in your life. You have to move on from them. Don't expect a sudden confession or a change in their feelings - it won't happen. You're not meant to be.

(Song for you: The Night We Met - Lord Huron and Last Chance (Alt Version) - CHPTRS)

GROUP 7

Cards: Journey, Money, Desire Reversed, The Swords And Rose (Clarity, Truth, Revelation, Solidarity, Honor, Protection), The Phoenix (New Phase, Rekindle, Growth, Changed Mind), Palm Tree (Stability, Security, Permanence, Endurance), Honeymoon (enjoy the bliss of holiday time together), Playfulness (to recapture romance, allow your inner youthful spirit of fun to shine), Reconciliation Reversed (someone from your past is returning to your life).

Reading: They feel safe with you, it's like you're home for them and their inner child can be at peace. Okay, I literally want to cry during this reading, my heart is so full of love and pain at the same time so I guess this is the same thing your person feels for you. I don't know what's going on but it's very loud so I'll say it: Enjoy the time with this person when you still can. Even if you're tired, go meet up. I feel like they will disappear from your life and they know it, that's why there's so much pain and I want to cry. I feel like they're going somewhere or maybe they're getting married? They are entering something or going somewhere that will make it impossible to be with you and they don't have any power over it. Maybe they have a kid on the way or there is an arranged marriage? I have no idea. Enjoy your time together while it lasts.

GROUP 8

Cards: Sweetheart, Hope Reversed, Malady Reversed, Paradise (Happiness, Expansion, Oneness, Enjoying Each Other), Date (Meeting Someone New, Set A Date, Dating), Photograph Reversed (Missing You, Nostalgia, Make New Memories), Romantic Feelings (your feelings are real and worth exploring), Give Your Relationship A Chance (work on your partnership), Religious Factors Reversed (your love life is influenced by your religious upbringing and spiritual path).

Reading: Are you already invested in each other? It seems like you either have a thing or are about to go on a date. Either way, they're quite happy with how things are turning out with you. They do have a romantic interest in you and they're willing to work on themselves if it means getting together with you. There's slight negativity here - as if they're expecting you to just dump them all of sudden or realize you don't like them anymore. Maybe they've been hurt before and they're ready for the worst possible scenario - please affirm that you like them because sometimes they doubt that you do.

(Song: Heather by Conan Gray)

GROUP 9

Cards: Money, Loss Reversed, Desire Reversed, Passion (allow your heart and soul to sing with joy), Past-Life Relationship Reversed (you have known each other before), True Love Reversed (this is the romance of a lifetime), Boat (Progressions, Receiving What You Need, Closure Issues), Cassette (Outdated Thinking, Over In Your Head, Replaying Events), Seduction Reversed (Attraction, Flirting, Temptation, Third-Party).

Reading: You are a temptation to them - something that is forbidden, yet they crave it. It's an animalistic urge to have you all to themselves - they don't like the person they are around you. They're either in a relationship or after a breakup. You might have had sexual intercourse but unfortunately, sex is all that exists between you. I see the want to possess you (in every meaning of the word) and the feeling is ugly. They are aware of how selfish they are with you. You also might be seducing them on purpose and trying to show them you want to have a relationship with them but, again, they become toxic around you.

[faramirsonofgondor]

Im obsessed with the fact that at literally the faintest hint that things are now ok between thrm, Jamie from then on is just draped over Sam at every opportunity, and Sam just goes with it

yes! that’s part of why i think samjamie works a lot better than royjamie! unlike roy, who takes around 6 months to process and accept jamie’s friendship, sam is immediately aware of and accepting of the fact that jamie just decided they’re besties. they both just mutually decided to protect and love each other one day and have no regrets about it! i also can’t really picture them getting into any “fights” as a couple, maybe just a few disagreements here and there about certain things like what color pillowcases they should buy, which movies they should watch (jamie is getting tired of watching ratatouille every single time), etc. but they’re so willing to put up with each others quirks that i don’t think there would be fights about one of them being too clingy or stuff like that. i think the most that they would really argue about would probably be if they thought that the other was putting themselves in a dangerous situation or something like that (sam worried about jamie getting in touch with his father). there’s also a much healthier power and age dynamic with them!

while i do believe that if roy put in the work to even out the power between him and jamie, we haven’t really seen that happen in canon. in fact, roy tends to do the opposite whether he realizes it or not (again the ‘ugly boy’ thing, and some other stuff). whereas sam and jamie don’t have that big of an age gap and are both at a pretty much equal power balance. i also think that it would be beneficial for both of them to be in a relationship where the power balance was equal, because of their respective histories (sam with rebecca, jamie’s whole entire backstory). even jamie’s relationship with keeley was bit unbalanced considering she was responsible for his pr and was about 10 years older than him, and she had a very well established career at that point. again, while i don’t really think these characters are malicious towards jamie, they still do have power over him that they in some ways abuse, even unintentionally. i love keeley but i think that she was also a bit toxic in behavior towards jamie, since she doesn’t really communicate her boundaries and gets mad when he understand them, and she’s been shown to be very petty about certain things throughout the show. when roy asks her for help during mom city, she ends up making jamie feel worse which shows that she doesn’t really understand him or how to comfort him at all, which is a bit worrying considering they were probably in a relationship for a good while.

sam gives jamie space but still supports him when he needs to and i don’t think he’d have any trouble communicating how he feels. he’s probably one of the most emotionally mature/developed characters on the show despite being one of the youngest, and while he does mess up he tries to rectify those mistakes any way he can. he also has no problems standing up for other people’s privacy/boundaries as we see in 3x09 when he says they shouldn’t speculate on isaac’s sexuality and just be there for him. whereas roy and keeley both have issues with respecting boundaries and privacy (roy asking keeley who her leaked video was for, both roy and keeley stalking jamie in mom city). while they both may have good intentions, it’s probably better to let jamie come to them with his problems instead of feeling cornered into telling them. overall, whether it be platonic or romantic, i think sam and jamie have one of the healthiest and most beautiful relationships in the show!

[dreamersville]

FATGUM head cannons

an? i wrote this so long ago i just wanna clear my drafts out😭😭 soo sorry if its bad but you could always send me a request 💜.

- because hes my fav and i love him so much i just wanna tackle his 7 foot ass and love him for the rest of his life... ANYWAYSSSSS 

- this man is known by name (and sometimes order) by every restuarnt in a 10 mile radius of his agency. and i knwo your probably like “he a pro hero ofc they know his name” no. his given name and the first time it happen he was shocked 

- sings in the shower, off key, loud and proud, just straight butchering all and every song in his playlist. 

- his home is custom bulit to him. everything is like 2 feet taller than it would be for somebosy in averge height. somebody (me) said it reminds them of jack and the bean stalk and he doubled over laughing

- kiri and tamaki come over to watch cooking show because one he wouldnt be able to fit as comfortably at their dorms, and two because he got a big ass tv and watching on his tv is so much better, and he got snacks out the ass.  im talking pantry overflowing, with everything. tama used to the system but kiri swears he could get lost in it

- im sorry but, he can only cook stroke inducing food. which makes sense for quirk and what not but dont eat it unless you trying to put yourself in an early in a early grave. smothered everything, if its baked, best believe it was fired first. cheesy everythinggggg like omg, i still love him tho

- his favorite food shows be the baking shows, especially Cupcake Wars. he gets up-fucking-set if his favortite contestant loses or gets kicked off before the finalem hes gonna be talking about it for the rest of the week about how unfair it was and the judges didnt know what they were talking about because how could they not win. 

- relationships hcs or what not

- ahhhhhhh love language is most definitely acts of service and quality time. he livesss for when he got a second to just hold you, or be in your presence. it just so calming to him, the acts of service parts is bringing you food to try. ooo when he went on a mission outside of Esuha City he sends you a selfie with  e v e r y new food/ drink he tries on his mission. so expect a lot of of pictures and sometimes videos from him

- top tier cuddles in that giantic ass bed. and he has a weighted blanket with a big ass fan AND black out curtains ????? need i say more

- drags you down into his baking show addiction, but yall always tend to go for the rivals. so yall make bets on who’s gonna last longer. right now you’re winning 7 - 6 

- but you watch Extreme Cake Makers and write down recpies you wanna try and little things the contestant did so you could test it out. so you have notes deicted to ths and you sometimes go back and rewatch episodes to catch small stuff that you missed. he lovess when you get like this all nerdy and focused, it soo cute ugh. 

- likes to take you through the city at night because its look pretty at night when its lit up. you take a lot of pictures of bridges and in front of different signs and stuff

- omg, if you just so happen to walk past the shower whiles he in there singing his heart out, he’s gonna stop singing and say “take it away babe”. 

- a sucker for your southern nicknames. all the sugar, sweetness, bubs/bubba, honey. say anyyy of these and this man is at your feetready to do anything and everything just to hear you call him that again

- baby be feening for thanksgiving and christmas to come around. first time he was on a long mission, was gone for a week and came back on thanksgiving eve to see that you were cooking up a feast, he was so happy he cried.

ik the ending seems kind meh .. but then again this been sitting in my drafts

[medschoolash]

In Defense of the Daemyra Sex Scene:

So I almost didn't finish this but I still have a lot of thoughts and a few lovely people said they wanted to read my thoughts so here it goes.

Many people didn't like the sex scene or felt underwhelmed, and I'm still confused about why but maybe this wordy meta can help put things into a different and more satisfying perspective. I'm not here to say that you're wrong for how you feel, but I do feel like the scene was great and deserves to be defended, especially since people are blaming the director, who I think actually captured a lot of special things during the scene.

I can understand that people wanted it to be a bit spicier. Who doesn't like to see their favorite couple go at it with lustful chemistry but I think it was unrealistic to expect the scene to live up to an AO3 fanfic. It was never going to be a sex scene plucked right out of fanfic with all of your favorite positions and a lot of mindless rutting, but that's okay because IMO what we got was even better, and I think they picked the direction of the sex scene for a reason.

So no, it did not have the lust-filled frantic to be with each other feel that people expected or the intense tension of that the scene in episode 4 but in my opinion this is not due to bad directing or lack of chemistry. It's done on purpose because the two sex scenes were trying to highlight completely different aspects of their relationship.

The characters that made love on the beach at Driftmark are characters that have gone through so much over the last decade, and most of the things they've gone through have happened without being near each other. Rhaenyra even says she barely knew anything about what Daemon has been doing for the last 10 years. Their separate lives for the last 10 years did not change the love they had for each other but it did change both of them. I mentioned in my metas on episode 6 that Daemon and Rhaenyra lived perfectly content lives and had beautiful relationships and children, but they lived this life suppressing who they really are and what they really want, which meant no matter how happy and content they were there was always a cloud of sorrow and regret around them. This cloud of sorrow and unending feeling of loss shaped how they interacted with each other when they were reunited in episode 7.

The most gripping aspect of Daemon and Rhaenyra's scenes for me was how you could feel the sad longing they both felt through every word, kiss, and touch. They try to talk candidly and casually with each other but even during the part of their conversation that's not about the two of them, you get the sense that there is still so much under the surface that's begging to come out but they are both attempting to show restraint because of how they left things the last time they saw each other. There is so much pain underneath the surface. Pain about not being able to be with each other, pain about shrinking yourself to conform and being humiliated anyway, pain about abandonment, pain about being denied the one thing that you ever asked for from your brother, pain about the loss of two people they cared deeply for that they may have never experienced if they had just been with each other, pain about the what ifs that played in their minds for a decade, pain about not only losing each other but losing themselves.

Their relationship has been an open wound festering for 10 whole years. It never healed completely. It partially scabbed over and just stayed there, nagging them and causing them pain while it just waited for the right time to burst open and oh boy, did it burst. IT burst in the most achingly beautiful way.

If you watch carefully, the creators sought to directly contrast the Daemon and rhaenyra from episode 5 with the Daemon and Rhaenyra we have now. There were so many callbacks to that episode, from the way Daemon and Viserys once again reunite, to the way Rhaenyra stalks Daemon through a crowded room, to the way Otto is still lurking in the wings, and how Rhaenyra patiently waits until she has the opportunity to get him alone.

At the most basic level, a lot of things are exactly the same, except they also highlight all the ways in which they are not.

Viscerys and Daemon do not have an amicable reunion this time. In fact, this time, it's Viscerys who seeks out Daemon and attempts to reconcile, only to be reminded that he rejected Daemon for the last and most hurtful time 10 years ago when he denied him Rhaenyra's hand in marriage.

Rhaenyra lurks in the shadows again, but she's not the oblivious young woman acting without thought that she once was. She's keenly aware that she's being watched and analyzed for any misstep. She's also a mother now, so she can't dedicate all of her attention to her uncle. She actually has other people to care about and tend to that distract her from whatever she wants to say to Daemon.

The only thing that remains the same is Rhaenyra's innate pull to Daemon but we later see that even that pull is clouded by hurt, anger, and trauma. So even when it appears they've once again slipped back into their comfortable and transparent dynamic, it becomes clear that Rhaenyra has had 10 years to stew in her hurt and is not about to let it go even if her heart and soul are happy to be near him again.

One of my favorite aspects of the conversation that leads to their sex scene is how vulnerable Rhaenyra allows herself to be. We've seen her angry and sad before, but all of those emotions before episode 7 were hidden from the person on the other side of those feelings. She has spent the last 10 years believing she can't be vulnerable, she can't appear weak, she can't appear desperate. When Harwin leaves and dies she can't cry or mourn, when Laenor wants to abandon him she can't lash out completely or beg him to stay at her side, when Alicent humiliates her she has to put on a brave face, and deal with it.

With Daemon, the entire facade of her emotional stability collapses. She's so openly vulnerable that she almost appears childlike again. She finally lets herself express how she's been absolutely alone to drown at court and express how angry she is that he abandoned her..

"Look at what my life became without you" is such a loaded and vulnerable statement from her at that moment because it outright says "I was a young woman in over my head and I needed you, you marked my soul with your kiss and your touch then brutally snatched it away, and I was lost without you, my life became a sad tragic incomplete mess because I didn't have you". That one line alone gives Daemon so much power, power that Rhaenyra, as a woman who has been attempting to navigate patriarchy without completely giving into it, has been fighting to hold on to her entire life and especially over the last decade. In front of anyone else, those words would make her seem weak, directionless, and pathetic. They make her seem like a stupid little girl who needs a man to guide her life but in front of Daemon, a man who she still trusts completely, those words give her a new burst of power because they are authentic and are being expressed to someone who will not weaponize them against her.

Daemon has always given Rhaenyra a safety she could not get anywhere else, even before their relationship turned romantic and THAT's what she's been missing for the last decade. That's why she's been drowning this whole time and why she's so angry he did this to her. He snatched her safe space away from her at a time when she needed it the most and from her perspective, he never once looked back to see if she could survive it.

Even the way she is the one to initiate intimacy with him and she's the one who goes in for the kiss and the way she whispers "I want you" in that painfully tender voice could have made her appear just desperate but instead, she feels truly empowered for the first time in years because even if it is desperate this desperation is coming to from the deepest part of her soul, a place she's buried for years and now feels free enough to chase.

This is the most transparent and openly broken we've seen Rhaenyra and it's not just her we see this way. Daemon also finally finds the space to be vulnerable as well. His marriage to Laena was happy enough but the man has been a shell of himself. He was completely incapable of being honest with his wife, probably out of hurt and shame and probably because he cared for her and didn't want to make her feel like being with her was a burden instead of a choice. He couldn't even admit he missed home or this brother to her because he wanted to keep up the appearance of being content in his life but with Rhaenyra, he gets angry when she seems to believe he hasn't been hurting for 10 years just like her. He's finally honest with himself and with her and he allows himself to actually be angry too because it's like do you think I was truly happy? Do you think I was overjoyed across the sea without the one person who understood me and the one person my soul truly burned for? No, I was alone and discontent too and now look my life is a droll tragedy just like yours.

They both finally acknowledged their wounds, and by doing so, it freed them to finally heal, but even that healing was hesitant because of everything that had happened between them, and that's why their love scene had to be slow, painfully tender, and hesitant. It wasn't about lust or burning passion even if the passion is still there, it was about soul-crushing longing and emptiness, and finally feeling complete.

The point of Rhaenyra and Daemon's first sexual encounter is Rhaenyra and Daemon are crossing a line they've never crossed before and Rhaenyra is experiencing a pleasure she's never experienced before. The current Rhaenyra and Daemon have already acknowledged what is between them and Rhaenyra is a seasoned lover, she's experienced plenty of pleasure from Harwin over the years. So the focus with this encounter isn't pleasure, it isn't newness, it's wholeness, the feeling of being completely filled, physically and emotionally. This longing to be whole and filled is in every touch Rhaenyra gives Daemon. It's in the way she hesitates to touch his chest on the beach and sighs when she finally lets her hand travel. It's in the way Daemon breathes her name as if he wants her to stop because what they're doing is dangerous but he also craves her touch as deeply as she craves to touch him. It's in the way she gently reminds him she's no longer a child aka she knows what she wants and what she's doing to help him drop the final barrier he erected a decade ago to hold himself back from her.

Once the mutual wanting is acknowledged, they give themselves to each other in a more profound way than sex. Where Daemon's hands were rushed and determined to please before this time, they are slow and determined to worship. Where kisses were heated and lust-filled, and without thought, they are now so beautifully soft and meticulous so that we can actually feel the deep love between them.

Honestly, I don't know how you can watch the way Daemon's fingers gently hold her chin as they tenderly kiss with so much silent passion and wanting in that first shot of them in the wrecked boat and not see the chemistry and love there. There is a sense of reverence in the way Daemon slowly undressed her instead of pulling her clothes off like a brute and the way he clutches her face in his hands after she's undressed him, and that reverence speaks more profoundly about his love for her than any rushed frantic kiss and undressing ever could.

Rhaenyra gets to slowly undress him to highlight that she's truly making his choice to have him and she has an equal amount of reverence for him as he has for her. They are two people who are slowly healing with every kiss and every touch. The more they lay themselves bare to each other, the more their love grows and the closer they are to reaching that place of wholeness they've been without all this time.

Listen this shit was better than any amount of foreplay these creators could have ever thought up. The sex scene was emotional and sexy because we got to see Daemon take her leggings down, caress her thigh, and even grab it to show how badly he wants her. We see how he rolls his hips, and Rhaenyra opens up even more for him as his hands travel to grab his ass. All of the sensual elements are there, but they are in perfect balance with the emotional gravity of the scene.

And the best part is they finally become whole, and we get to see the moment it happens for both of them. Daemon is initially on his knees when he takes her leggings off and enters her but he brings himself closer as soon as he is joined with her, he completely envelopes her with his body, and from that moment on, he never lets her go because he's finally found his place in the world again. I know there is some controversy because we don't see his face as he rocks into her, but I actually like that we don't have to actually see him to understand where his head is at. The man is buried in her neck like he needs to breathe her in to survive and he hugs her body as he experiences his pleasure like having her in his arms is the only thing he's ever wanted in life. His feelings are very much conveyed in the scene, just now with words or facial expressions.

For Rhaenyra, it's the exact opposite. There has always been controversy over her facial expressions during their love scene. People say she looked bored or like she wasn't enjoying it. I think that's a misreading of what that moment meant for her. No, Rhaenyra's face didn't look like the face of a woman in the throws of intense pleasure and passion but what we got was even better. To me in that moment, Rhaenyra's face is the face of a woman who had been drowning for years, but now she has finally reached the surface again and now she can finally breathe. The angle they shot her also gives the appearance of someone who rises to the surface after fighting for air. We also hear her take a large inhale while Daemon rocks inside of her as if she had been holding her breath this whole time. Rhaenyra wasn't supposed to look like a woman who has found pleasure. She's had pleasure with Harwin for 10 years, she knows what coupling and orgasms feel like. This moment is meant to be more impactful than that because of who she's with and where she is in life how. She's supposed to look like someone with air to fill her lungs and fire boiling in her soul again. It's supposed to look like a relief, a moment of absolute serenity and completeness that has escaped her for years. We're supposed to see the spark of life in her eyes now and the energy that has come to her entire body as she rocks underneath him and runs her hands over every inch of his body she can reach because she's found her safe space again, she's found her center of gravity and the anchor to her identity that she's been missing. We watch her come alive and transform in Daemon's arms; now she can be who she truly is without shame or fear. That was ultimately the entire purpose of her coming together with Daemon in the first place.

That's why this scene was great and almost perfect (y'all can drag Miguel over that shitty-ass lightning for the next 10 years he deserves it lol). This is why I feel like I needed to defend it because we actually got something that was beautiful and nuanced. The directing of this scene gave it an impact that was worthy of the depth of longing and love they have built between these two characters for 7 episodes. That's why I'm so obsessed with it and I hope you become obsessed with it too.

[honmyoseagull]

WHUMPTOBER 2023 MASTERLIST

DARK REIGN BULLSNIKT: HISTORY OF A RELATIONSHIP FROM BEGINNING TO END. (INDIVIDUAL LINKS TO AO3 IN THE TITLES)

PART 1, prompts 1 to 8

SHOCK VALUE

The courtship started in an explosive way. Then comes the first date. Obviously, this is Daken and Bullseye, so don't expect rainbow and roses. More like torture and constant denial. And maybe the tiniest bit of longing.

No. 1: Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.” Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.” “Make it stop.”

No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.” Shock | “You in there?”

No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.” Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.”

No. 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.” Made to Watch | “It should have been me.”

No. 7: " “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.” Radio Silence |

No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.” Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered

PART 2, prompts 9 to 16

NOTHING PERSONAL

Fighting together (or against each other) is easy. Fucking, they learn to manage. Kinda. Since this is Daken and Bullseye we're talking about, they're rubbish at dealing with their feelings, though. And the more they run from them, the more it hurts. Literally. Also, it wasn't what they had planned with their day, this 'Meet the Family' thing.

No. 9: “Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.” Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.”

No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?” Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you'd never leave.”

No. 11: Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you.”

No. 12: “I haven't slept in days but who's counting?” Red | Insomnia | “I’m up, I’m up.”

No. 13: Cold Compress | Infection | “I don’t feel so good.”

No. 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.” Water Inhalation | “Just hold on.”

No. 15: Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”

No. 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?” Gurney | Flatline

PART 3, prompts 17 to 24

FOR OLD TIME'S SAKE

A learning curve. Dealing with blasts of the past. Blasting the past. Again. Learning to be two. They are who they are, they work (mostly) and they rock. (Even if the ground they tango on is rocky.) Now, if ghosts could stop crawling out of the woodwork, that would be nice.

No. 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.” Touch Aversion | “Leave me alone.”

No. 18: “Hit them harder.”

No. 19: Floral Bouquet (of tea (a)) | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

No. 20: Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”

No. 21: “See the chains around my feet.” Restraints

No. 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.” Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | “Watch out!”

No. 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.” Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?”

No. 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.” Goodbye Note | Neglect | “I thought they were with you.”

PART 4, prompts 25 to 31

BREAKING EVEN

They need each other more than ever. Are ready to give and take more than ever. And yet, they still crack at the seams.

No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.” Storm | Buried Alive | “They’re not breathing!”

No. 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.” Seeing Double | Working To Exhaustion | “You look awful.”

No. 27: Matches | Scars | “Let me see”

No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.” Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | “You'll have to go through me.”

No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.” Scented Candle | “What happened to me?”

No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.” Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry |

No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.” Emptiness | “Take it easy.”

(Fifth fic about Mourning the relationship based on the alternate prompts will be done when it will be done ^^;; Gimme a break. No, not bones.)

[the-stray-storyteller]

Defenders: Chapter 9

Warning: Language, violence

Chapter 1 Chapter 8 Chapter 10

Tag list : @timetravellingkitty @smzeszikorova

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1 Week 6 Days

Location : Brooklyn

Skyler looked down from the building through his phone’s magnified camera. Exactly a dozen people were converging on his point. At the moment he had his eyes on a man who was pretty close to his location. He seemed to be asking people if they had seen the boy. He turned his gaze to the sunset, the shadows growing longer and darker. The night was drawing closer and so was the end, for Skyler at least.

Skyler let out a shaky breath leaning against the concrete barrier. He should run, he knew that. But everything hurt. Every breath he took in sent his lungs burning, his ribs seemed to pierce through the membranous sacs. Every bone in his body screamed with the weight of his body. Skyler let out painful coughs that left his throat sore and ripped. He could taste the sour metallic blood on the back of his throat. He sank to his knees, curling himself up.

The people who had been stalking him would get him today. There was nothing Skyler could do about it this time. He wondered if it even mattered, the doctors had said he only had a couple more months to live. Skyler tried to hold back his sobs. 

“Get up Olsen. I need to save you.” Skyler’s head snapped up to the sound of the young voice. A girl stood at the front of the staircase. Oversized second-hand clothes sagging around her frame. Dark eyes scanned him cautiously. She looked like a peregrine falcon. 

“Who the fuck are you?” Skyler spat out.

“Ren. Now get up.” When Skyler didn’t Ren headed towards him. She grabbed his arm with surprising force and pulled him up a little too easily. 

“Come on.” Her tone was clipped and she didn’t seem too happy about saving his ass.

Skyler took in the situation. It was odd but the girl seemed to know what she was doing. He narrowed his eyes. Ren was the only option he had for survival at the moment and he didn’t want to die so easily. He didn’t want to die pathetically. His egoistic nature wouldn’t allow that. He walked behind Ren as fast as his hurting limbs would allow. They bounced down the stairwell, trying to make as little noise as possible. 

“So-” Skyler dragged the word, “You don’t seem very intent on saving me. May I ask why are you doing it then?”

“My friend thinks your life is worth putting ours in danger,” Ren’s eyes drifted to him, “I don’t see why.”

“Well that makes two of us,” Skyler muttered under his breath. Ren must be the logical one of them both, Skyler thought. 

A blaring reverberating wail consumed the building, sending a shock down Skyler’s back. The fire alarm sent doors flinging open. Families started rushing out of their homes. Panicked screams and utter chaos. Skyler pushed himself into a corner along with Ren.

“Please tell me that was you,” he muttered into her ear.

“No.” Skyler breathed in sharply trying not to notice the slightest quiver in Ren's voice.

Skyler watched the families rush out in a hurry. The high-pitched screams of a baby ripped his ears apart. The siren's threatening wail swung back and forth in Skyler's mind. He could feel the sickening heat from other bodies and the l swear drop down his forehead. His head swirled around in circles adding to the chaos.

"We need to get out," he said through heavy breaths getting ready to follow the crowd.

"We can't," Ren grabbed his wrist, "They have the building surrounded." Her head whipped to the ceiling. 

"Roof. We have better chances of getting out from there."

"From the top of a fucking twenty-story building?"

"Yes."

Skyler found himself being dragged back from where they had started. He could feel his ribs piercing his lungs. His chest burned with exertion and coughs threatened to tear his throat apart once again. Acidic bile churned in his stomach and the floor beneath him had started to sway. Weakness crept up his body, a firm grasp on each of his limbs. He tried over the stairs, the steel railing digging into his palm.

"You okay?"

"Never better." Skyler threw a glare at Ren as they continued to climb the stairs.

The stairwell looked daunting to Skyler as his vision spun out of control. He gripped the railing pulling himself up. His lungs were aflame and every movement left his body spamming with pain. Skyler narrowed his eyes at Ren and sped up even if it left him with a haunting feeling of death. 

A resonating bang sent Skyler’s ear’s ringing. A hand landed on his shoulder pushing him to the ground. His vision blanked as he fell backwards onto the stairs. Ren’s hand was on the back of his head keeping it from hitting the stairs. The girl was lying on the stairs beside him. A woman stood below them, gun in hand. A bullet embedded into the wall next to them.

The woman had to be twice Skyler’s size and her hands looked strong enough to crush their skulls like glass. She had three knives tied to her waist. Her eyes had locked onto them. The flight of stairs in between them seemed a minute distance. 

Skyler stumbled to his feet to run up the stairs but was taken aback when Ren pounced down the stairs in full attack mode. 

Ren knew she had to take the assassin's head on, there was no other option. She had a gun. Both she and Skyler could get shot trying to go up the stairs. Attacking the women would have a very small element of surprise. It couldn’t even be called an advantage. Ren was not expecting the women to pause for so long.

The woman’s fierce eyes widened with terror and recognition at the sight of Ren’s face. Her face turned the colour of alabaster stone. Her limbs were frozen with fear. Ren noticed how she lost her cool so easily.

Ren took the opportunity and kneed her in the lower abdomen. The women grunted with pain. Ren saw another opening. She twisted back and released a kick towards the woman. The woman’s firm hand caught hold of her ankle. Fear settled into Ren. With a painful jerk, Ren was sent to the floor, her arm stinging with the sudden weight that pressed down on it. The gun she had hidden under her jacket pressed uncomfortably against her spine. Her head smashed against the tiled floor, sending her vision dancing.

“Y’know, I really thought y’were that demon of an assassin for a second. Honestly, I have no idea why,” she sneered as she walked towards Ren’s fallen form, “You are just so tiny compared to her.” 

Ren tried to get up but a boot pushed down her ribs. Her lungs refused to breathe under the pressure of the boot. The woman’s gigantic form darkened over her. The shoe travelled from her chest to her chin, throwing her head back. The assassin moved Ren’s face from one side to another using her shoe as if she were a dead rat on the street.

“It’s the face,” the woman nodded, “You both look exactly the same. Tell me, do all the Chinese look like this?” The woman's foot pressed down on Ren’s cheek, forcing her to look to one side. All she could see was a wall and the edge of the black boot. The weight threatened to crack her skull apart. She could taste the putrid dirt in her mouth. Her cheek stung.

Ren used all of her force and lifted her lower body up. She wrapped her legs around the one pushing down on her face. She pulled back her legs with every bit of force she had left. The woman’s foot was unstable and she fell back. Ren stumbled up and pulled off her jacket. She wrapped it around the woman's neck and pulled, cutting off her air supply. The woman clawed at the jacket, her face turning red. She writhed and flailed trying to get out.

Ren couldn’t help but note how the woman lost her mind in such a situation. She could have gotten out easily, after all, Ren was light and tiny. All the woman had to do was get up and Ren would have some troubles. 

“I am not Chinese. I am Indonesian-” she took in a breath “-I think.” She watched as the older assassin’s breath steadied out as she lost consciousness.

Ren pulled the glock Carlotta had given her from its holster. Her head throbbed and her hands were reluctant as she pulled the safety off. She aimed it at the woman’s calf, making sure to avoid the tibia. Ivy would be mad if she shot the woman but she would be furious if the woman got amputated. She had limited bullets and she couldn’t get any without attracting suspicion. She didn’t want to waste the bullets unless it was an emergency but this assassin was dangerous, the bullet would keep her down. She shot, the sound reverberating through the building.

Ren turned towards Skyler who was sitting on the stairs. She wouldn’t admit it but Skyler scared her. The way his eyes seemed cool and unwavering. The way he just observed the situation without even blinking once. Ivy would have been freaking out but Skyler was nothing like her. 

“We need to go. Someone would have heard those gunshots.” She raced past Skyler, looking back every once in a while making sure he hadn’t fallen too far behind. Several more footsteps joined in along with theirs. They came from all over the building. Their speed mirrored Ren’s and Skyler’s heartbeats. 

“We are surrounded,” Skyler stated through gritted teeth. A nervous smile graced his features. “Can I have the gun?”

“No.”

“Well, at least I have this knife.” Ren turned to see a dagger glinting in Skyler’s hand.

“Where did you get that?”

“Stole it from the woman you shot.” Skyler gripped the blade tightly and raised it to his face as they climbed the stairs. He had no idea how to use it but he might as well look like he knew how to. His eyes drifted to Ren who only continued to examine him. He wondered if he was a lab species to her like he was to so many people. 

They were about to enter the next floor when they heard screams. Ren forged ahead. Fists raised to fight but everything had been taken care of. Several gangsters were tangled in Devil’s ivy. The vines were unnaturally thick curling around them like snakes, plastering them to the walls and ceiling. 

“Woah,” Skyler muttered as he emerged from the stairwell, “Did you do this?”

“No,” Ren growled out and marched down the path where the vines got thicker. 

There was a pot, in front of a door, from where the vines had emerged from. Beside it was a plump girl, her eyes closed in concentration. Her wild red hair reminded Skyler of the orange sunrise. Her skin was heavily freckled. The vines danced around her, growing and never stopping. 

Ren raced towards her. “I told you to stay back!” She yelled at the girl. The girl opened her eyes, they were both wide with fear. She wrapped herself around Ren, hugging her.

“I saw so many people enter the building and I was worried that you guys wouldn’t be able to come out and then I started to worry more and more and then I couldn’t wait any longer-” The girl kept talking until her eyes slid past Ren and landed on Skyler. 

“Are you Skyler?” She asked, walking towards him.

“Yes. And you are?” The girl blushed as she studied Skyler’s face. The boy took her in. This was the girl who thought he was worth saving. He wasn’t sure how he should feel about that.

“Ivy Lynn.”

A shout came from the lower floors startling the three back to the present situation. 

“We really need to get out now,” Skyler stressed.

“The fire escapes are blocked by them,” Ivy stated.

“We can jump onto the neighbouring building,” Ren informed.

“They have the whole block surrounded, I noticed while coming in to find you.”

“I can fight our way through and you can help with your powers.”

“It’s too risky. I say we demolish the building.” The girls’ heads snapped towards Skyler demanding an explanation.

“How is that less risky?” Ren scolded.

“Look, ” Skyler tried for a calm tone, “Ivy can use her plant to tear apart the building slowly. This will create a distraction and we can get out through a safe path which isn’t being demolished by plants. You can do that right?” He looked at Ivy expectantly.

“With a lot of concentration I might,” Ivy lied. She had never grown plants at a scale this big before but she didn’t want to sound useless. 

“Wait,” the youngest ran a hand through her hair, “ We can’t go with this. It will garner too much attention.” She glared at Skyler.

“Well your plan has a higher risk of getting us fucking killed,” He snapped back.

“You want her to crash a whole building on us.”

Ivy watched the argument grow. Skyler’s and Ren’s voices raised and mixed in their heated argument. All the while the traffickers closed in. Ivy placed a hand on both of their shoulders stopping them. She sent an apologetic look towards Ren.

“I think we should go with Skyler’s plan. I just think his plan has better chances of all three of us getting out of here alive.” Ivy could never forgive herself for the look of betrayal that passed over Ren’s face and she wouldn’t forget how her heart stuttered. Ren’s fierce eyes softened and looked close to tears. Her breaths came out a little broken.

“Fine,” Ren mumbled.

Ivy closed her eyes and started to listen. The pulse flowed all around her from house plants. Some were dull and nearing death, others were loud and full of life. She made them grow louder, bigger. She could feel the plants writhing, thickening and elongating. She could feel that on the slight shiver passing over her skin and the beat of her heart. Soon plants were crushing past the doors and windows.

The moment Ivy felt the rush of power flow through her veins, her confidence shattered. It was just too much. She didn’t like the way it felt like a powerful river flowing through her. She was scared of the way her heartbeat with the pulse of the plants, like mother nature itself. Her confidence fell apart and so did her concentration. Her leash on the plants slipped from her grip, leaving bloody marks on her palm. She tried to get it back but it had slipped beyond her reach. The worst part was that the pulse hadn’t stopped and it continued to grow stronger.

“Fuck,” she cursed. “We need to run. Now!” She screamed, grabbing their arms and running.

The plants ran wild, crashing through every wall in the building. Soon they were tripping over barks, creepers, vines and roots. The plants covered the lights leaving the place pitch black. They took out their phones, torches leading the way. The place didn’t look like a building any more. It was a tunnel made of the plant kingdom. The corridors thinned as the plants grew denser. 

Skyler felt his breath hasten. The place had started to close in, threatening to crush them into meat pancakes. His legs struggled to keep up with the girls, his lungs seemed to collapse and every single part of his body burned with the threat of death. To make the situation worse, the claustrophobic feeling of his lungs tightening and nausea swirling deep in his gut started to pour over him. He needed to get out and now.

Skyler looked at Ivy who was in front of him. She had messed up. As much as Skyler wanted to yell at her, he didn’t want to be a hypocrite. After all, he was the biggest mess up out of them.

“This way! There’s an opening.” Ren pointed at a window which was still open. 

“This isn’t the first floor,” Skyler’s dried voice reminded.

“We don’t have another choice!” Ivy ran towards the window leaning out, not believing their luck. 

They were only on the third floor. A pipe ran down the side of the building. She climbed out and gripped it with her hands sliding down to the ground. The others followed. 

Ren was the last one down. Her feet didn’t touch the ground when she leapt, instead a vine wrapped around her angle pulling her down to the ground. Her jaw hit an overgrown pile of leaves, she looked up at Ivy with bleary eyes.

“Ivy!” her voice was pained, “You need to stop it!”

Skyler watched Ivy rush ahead and place a hand on a branch. Her eyebrows scrunched up in concentration. He looked up to see the jungle grow taller with every second, passing the taller building next to it. A canopy of leaves shadowed the area. It felt like a rainforest.

Ren was being engulfed by the plants which had started to form a cocoon around her on the ground. Whatever Ivy was trying to do, it wasn’t working. People had started to crowd the place, it wouldn’t be long until someone noticed them. He rushed towards Ren and started to use the stolen knife to cut her out. 

He felt something wrap around his ankle getting tighter every second, it grew up his legs grounding him to one spot. Skyler desperately slashed away at random vines, but for every vine he cut a dozen more took its place. He fell to the ground, knife clattering out of his hand. Vines crawled over him, immobilising his limbs. He yelled incoherently. His heart thudded against his ribcage with its broken beat, his mind raced with fear. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the vines taking down Ivy, her screams reaching his ears.

Everything went black. Skyler couldn’t see and everything he heard was muffled. He could feel the vines slithering around his body. He closed his eyes and let go of his body, giving in to the monstrous plants. He was dying anyway.

Then Skyler was falling. It was an odd feeling. He could feel something flow around him, an energy. It flowed through him like fresh air, letting him breathe properly for the first time in years. It felt free. 

It stopped. Everything was gone, it was silent. The energy around him went dead, the vines stopped tightening around his body. There was a smell of rot and decay. The vines above him were ripped apart and through the gap, he could see Ren tearing the vines with the knife. He let out a relieved laugh, as his body was freed.

The plants which were very alive only minutes ago had turned a sickly yellow and brown. They smelled of rotten flowers and manure. Flies started to gather around the decay.

“Good job Lynn,” he complimented the girl who gave him a nervous smile in return.

“We need to go. Now,” Ren ordered, leading them down the alleyway. 

Ivy looked over her shoulder at the deceased plants for one last look. Cold terror ran through her veins. She would have to tell them that she wasn’t the one who killed the growth later. 

[hughungrybear]

Me while watching Dangerous Romance Ep. 10

1. Based on last ep's preview, I think Name will somehow frame Saifah in this episode. But why??? Saifah has been good to you 😭😭😭

2. I hate Kang and Sailom (not really) for their effing sweetness so early in the morning 😅😅😅

3. Look at our baby Kang maturing as the series progresses. He willingly faces the consequences of his actions now. Also, Guy and Nava tag teaming Kang and Sailom is ☺️

4. Saifah, shut the eff up 😭😭😭 It looks like Name is casing Kang's place. I just hope Grandma Ging does not get hurt in the process. "I remember everything about you" is so sweet though 😭😭😭 Name better not betray Saifah.

5. Oh no. Maybe Name did not intend to betray Saifah after all. Maybe the "big boss", whoever he is, will cause the upcoming mayhem and Saifah will be falsely accused of causing it. I thought Name is related (as in they are family) to the big boss though.

6. Eeew. Big boss could have washed his hands before putting it on Name's face.

7. Ah, Kong. Just let me slap you. You chose to go to somebody's party rather than support your son. Are you really Grandma Ging's son? 😅😅😅 <after 5 seconds> Oof. At least, Kong changed his mind. Also, at this point, Sailom knows you better than your son. WTF.

8. Oh, no. Did Name roped Saifah into helping him loot Kang's place?

9. Did Kang even noticed his father in the stands earlier? <after 5 seconds> Oh, that's too bad. He didn't see his dad cheering for him. Also, Dad took his promise to Kang's late mum to the extreme in the worst possible way.

10. Gods, why is there an ambulance??? Please, don't tell me Kang's dad is dead. Maybe just badly injured? Also where the eff is Name in all of this???

11. At least, Kang's dad is okay - for the most part. He just have to wake up. 😭😭😭

12. I think it is pretty messed up that the media and authorities revealed Saifah's name and face when it is still not proven that he did the crime. I suddenly appreciate Australia's way of keeping everything hush-hush until they are sure who the real criminal is.

13. Saifah confessed??? HE CONFESSED???? Yeah, I don't think Kang will stay after that 😭😭😭 I mean who can blame him?

14. Ah, Name, you effing a**hole. You sacrificed Saifah, didn't you?

15. Guy having a knee surgery - is that a career ending injury??? It looks like it's time for Nava to shine. 😅 It is incredibly sweet of Nava though.

16. Noooo! Sailom. Don't trade your morals for this. <after 5 seconds> Oh, Name. If you want to "help", then you shouldn't have set Saifah up. Piece of sh*t.

17. Grandma Ging is a saint. A SAINT.

18. Guy and Nava. Nava and Guy. Yeah, you should have checked the forecast LOL. Still, if Guy didn't fall in love with Nava for this, then he is goddamn moron. 😅

19. Nooooo, Saifah. Tell Sailom the truth 😭😭😭 Your love for your little brother should weigh more than whatever you feel for effing Name. Dammit.

20. Why choose to go back being an escort? You could have just borrowed money from Pimfah. I think she is rich enough to pay for Saifah's lawyer 😭😭😭 Also, eff that old guy who spikes other people's drinks. Goddamn r*pist. How did Kang find Sailom that fast though?

21. Kang, why the fvck do you still care?

Okay, Episode 11 seems to shine a light at the end of this sh*tty tunnel with Kang's dad waking up from coma. If Name did set Saifah up, I would like to see him burn on a stake. I still don't get how Kang changed his mind and why he is stalking Sailom now 😁

And why they are taking their sweet time to set my GuyNava ship to sail 😭😭😭😭

[fanficfanattic]

Full Whumptober Prompts List

NO. 1 "But now this room is spinning while I'm trying just to fill in all the gaps."

Safety Net | Swooning | "How many fingers am I holding up?"

NO. 2 "I’lI call out your name, but you won't call back."

Thermometer | Delirium | "They don't care about you."

NO. 3 "Like crying out in empty rooms, with no one there except the moon."

Journal | Solitary Confinement | "Make it stop."

NO. 4 "I see the danger, it's written there in your eyes."

Cattle Prod | Shock | "You in there?"

NO. 5 "You better pray I don't get up this time around."

Debris | Pinned Down | "It's broken.”

NO. 6 "Do or die, you'll never make me, because the world will never take my heart."

Recording | Made To Watch | “It should have been me.”

NO. 7 "I paced around for hours on empty, I jumped at the slightest of sounds”

Alleyway | Radio Silence | "Can you hear me?"

NO. 8 "I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier."

Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | "It's all for nothing."

NO.9 "Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days."

Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | "You're a liar."

NO. 10 "Can't you see that you're lost without me?"

Broken Phone | Stranded | "You said you'd never leave."

NO. 11 "All the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed."

Animal Trap | Captivity | "No one will find you."

NO. 12 "I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?"

Red | Insomnia | “I'm up, I'm up!"

NO. 13 "It comes and goes like the strength in your bones."

Cold Compress | Infection | "I don't feel so good.”

NO. 14 "Feed me poison, fill me 'til I drown."

Flare I Water Inhalation | "Just hold on.”

NO. 15 "I don't need you to help me, I can handle things myself."

Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | "I'm fine.”

NO. 16 "Would you lie with me and just forget the world?"

Gurney | Flatline | "Don't go where I can't follow.”

NO. 17 "You're the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest."

Collar | Touch Aversion | "Leave me alone.”

NO. 18 "I tend to deflect when I'm feeling threatened."

Blindfold I Tortured For Information | "Hit them harder."

NO. 19 "I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me."

Floral Bouquet | Psychological | “I'm not as stupid as you think I am."

NO. 20 "People don't change people, time does."

Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them."

NO. 21 "See the chains around my feet."

Vows | Restraints | "Don't move."

NO. 22 "They never saw us coming, 'til they hit the floor."

Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident I "Watch out!"

NO. 23 "It's gonna get me by the end of the night."

Shadows | Stalking | "Who's there?

NO. 24 "I've got a head full of chemicals, mouth full of ridicule."

Goodbye Note | Neglect | "I thought they were with you."

NO. 25 "You're not delivering a perfect body to the grave”

Storm | Buried Alive | "They're not breathing!"

NO. 26 "Sometimes I get so tired, I don't even know myself."

Seeing Double | Working To Exhaustion | "You look awful."

NO. 27 "You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleeding."

Matches | Scars | "Let me see.”

NO. 28 "We might not make it to the morning, so go on and tell me now."

Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | "You'll have to go through me.”

NO. 29 "I only sink deeper the deeper I think."

Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | "What happened to me?"

NO. 30 “It's okay just to say 'I'm not okay'."

Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry I "Not much longer…”

NO. 31 "I thought that I was getting better." Emptiness | Setbacks | "Take it easy."

ALTERNATIVE PROMPTS

FIFTEEN EQUALLY WHUMPY ALTERNATIVE PROMPTS FOR WHUMPTOBER.

1. Betrayal

2. Aftermath of Failure

3. Brass Knuckles

4. Decoy

5. Body Modification

6. Playing Cards

7. Examination

8. Hunting

9. Drugging

10. Shaking

11. Panic

12. Broken

13. Miscommunication

14. Lab Rat

15. Reluctant Whumper

[loosepocketchange01]

Hellloooo! Whumptober is coming up and the prompts are officially out! So much potential for batfam fics! I wanna do something a little different this year (which will hopefully also get me motivated lol). I am taking any and all (reasonable) requests for (platonic) batfam fics relating to the whumptober prompts (imagine there’s cheering and clapping please)

All you gotta do is send in an ask with the day number, prompt you’d like (or alternate if that applies), and title! I am super excited to be doing this, this year!

This will also become similar to a master list once whumptober is over. Under each prompt, I’ll put the link towards the fic (LoosePocketChange on AO3!) some fics, depending on how it goes, will also be posted here on tumblr.

Happy whumping! Can’t wait to see what you guys choose!

No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”

Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop.”

No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?”

No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”

Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.”

No. 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”

Recording | Made to Watch | “It should have been me.”

No. 7: " “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Alleyway | Radio Silence | “Can you hear me?”

No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”

Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing.”

No. 9: “Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.”

Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.”

No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you'd never leave.”

No. 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”

Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you.”

No. 12: “I haven't slept in days but who's counting?”

Red | Insomnia | “I’m up, I’m up.”

No. 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”

Cold Compress | Infection | “I don’t feel so good.”

No. 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”

Flare | Water Inhalation | “Just hold on.”

No. 15: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.”

Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”

No. 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

No. 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”

Collar | Touch Aversion | “Leave me alone.”

No. 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”

Blindfold | Tortured For Information | “Hit them harder.”

No. 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”

Floral Bouquet | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

No. 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”

Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”

No. 21: “See the chains around my feet.”

Vows | Restraints | “Don't move.”

No. 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.”

Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | “Watch out!”

No. 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”

Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?”

No. 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”

Goodbye Note | Neglect | “I thought they were with you.”

No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”

Storm | Buried Alive | “They’re not breathing!”

No. 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”

Seeing Double | Working To Exhaustion | “You look awful.”

No. 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”

Matches | Scars | “Let me see”

No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | “You'll have to go through me.”

No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”

Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”

No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”

Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry | “Not much longer...”

No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”

Emptiness | Setbacks | “Take it easy.”

Alternatives List:

Betrayal

Aftermath of Failure

Brass Knuckles

Decoy

Body Modification

Playing Cards

Examination

Hunting

Drugging

Shaking

Panic

Broken

Miscommunication

Lab Rat

Reluctant Whumper

[spaceclefairy]

The Gentle Art of Making Enemies, Ch. 16

Pairing: Michael de Santa/ OFC; Trevor Philips/OFC; Michael de Santa/OFC/Trevor Philips; Michael de Santa/Trevor Philips

Summary: Los Santos is a hellscape, but if you’ve got brains and a little determination, it can be a real hell of a playground. Michael needs money, Trevor needs whatever Trevor wants, and Franklin’s moving up in Los Santos. Jen’s just along for the ride.

This is gonna be fun.

Author’s Note: I’ve been writing this beast of a thing since 2013. It’s been through a thousand different incarnations, but it’s been in my drafts for the last six years. I realize this fandom isn’t as popular as it used to be, but I might as well have a little fun and finally start posting it.

Also, not to be that bitch, but this is on Ao3. I would very much appreciate kudos/comments, if you’re so inclined!

Part 1  ||   Part 2  ||  Part 3  ||  Part 4  ||  Part 5  ||  Part 6  ||  Part 7  ||  Part 8  ||  Part 9  ||  Part 10  ||  Part 11  ||  Part 12  ||  Part 13  ||  Part 14 || Part 15

--- --- --- --- ---

Lester’s contacts came through beautifully.

When Jen arrived at her office the next morning, the only people in the office were her own employees, peacefully doing their jobs. There were no IAA interns rummaging through her files, no IAA agents stalking her employees through the halls, no IAA agents sniffing and smirking or lauding their hierarchy. Possibly better still, absolutely no sign of an FIB agent could be found. 

Jen grinned as she strode through the office, clicking away in her tall, tall heels - there would be silence today, for at least a brief little while. Mary at the front desk handed Jen a stack of mail as she entered the office, smiling politely. She’d seen the news that morning, pleased that she no longer had to keep tentatively looking for a new job. The rest of Jen’s employees waved and greeted her as she walked by each office heading to her own. 

Absolutely beautiful.

Wonderful, beautiful silence for a brief little while. Brief, being the operative word.

Jen had no sooner sat down to begin her day when her phone started ringing. She grinned as she looked at the glass screen - Dave Norton, right on time.

She answered. "Howdy, Dave."

Dave's voice crackled out as a scandalized huff. "What did you do?"

Jen stifled a chuckle. All the years of maintaining decorum despite immense displeasure had given her a stellar poker face. "What are you talking about, Dave?"

"The shitstorm going down on Weazel News? Breakdown of election results being published? Covers blown? Ring a bell?"

"I haven't turned on Weazel this morning, so that’s news to me. Come to think of it, though, it's awfully quiet in the office for once," Jen observed. "Look, Dave. I've got a massive murder trial in a few weeks. It’s all I can do to get out of bed in the morning some days. Where would I find the time to do all that? Or get the resources?"

"Oh, stop. I know who you know," Dave snapped. "Good Lord, Jen! We told you we would handle it!"

“Well, it’s been handled now,” Jen replied simply, stifling a giggle with the back of her hand. "What are you complaining about anyway? I’m watching Weazel now. Looks like it was only IAA info that got leaked, not FIB."

"Be that as it may," Dave huffed, "But now the higher-ups are talking about a government-wide review of all personnel."

"Wouldn't hurt, I'm sure."

"Need I remind you that if I get tapped, so does your boyfriend?" Dave grumbled.

To be fair, Dave had a point. His career-making takedown of one Michael Townley hadn’t come without a price.

"More threats, Dave? Come on, we’re on the same side. That’s not your style."

Dave sighed. “It’s a warning, Jen. You should have let me handle it."

"I had nothing to do with it,” Jen lied. “Check your sources."

"I will,” Dave snapped. "Now, I’m going to go clean up this mess. You better pray Steve doesn’t start snooping around in my files. And be careful, please."

"I'm always careful."

Jen hung up the phone and cackled while she dialed Lester’s number. She really liked Dave, truly. If he put half as much work into actually being a good agent as he put into pretending to be a good agent, he might have had a shot at being director once upon a time. But Dave, deep down, wanted glory without putting the work in. And that mindset, in Jen’s experience, was easily exploitable.

Lester picked up on the first ring. Jen could hear the crackle of Weazel News in the background. No doubt the nefarious little nerd was enjoying the spectacle that was the product of his handiwork.

"Lester, I could kiss you!"

He snorted. "Keep it to yourself. I don't want your boyfriends beating down my door."

"You'd let me if I tried."

"Probably,” Lester conceded, “Oh, and you’re welcome."

“As always, my friend, I appreciate our time together,” Jen replied in her sweetest voice. "Also, I'm sending you the recording of the call Dave Norton made just now in case we need a little… insurance. Thanks again."

Jen hung up and tossed her phone onto her desk. The pleasure of silence was golden. She could focus on actually doing her job now rather than monitoring agents and babysitting her staff. She could get ready for all the cases coming up, get this mess of a murder trial off the ground… She might even get to go home on time today.

Huh. Now, there’s an idea. Getting home on time meant Jen might be able to get Michael to come over, maybe even spend the night. He had been back in Los Santos for a week, having successfully gotten the price on his head rescinded. He hadn’t come over yet for want of a little relaxation.

Jen grabbed her phone and texted him, asking him to come over tonight. To her surprise, he responded in short order with a quick sure (Michael wasn’t known for his texting skills). 

Excellent. Jen could get everything ready for tonight. A little wine, some candles… She could get that whiskey Michael likes and order some movies, relax for a while. Wonderful.

MaryAnn threw open Jen’s office door, yanking Jen out of her euphoria. Never let it be said that MaryAnn practiced proper work etiquette. 

MaryAnn’s manic grin was contagious. “What did you do? How did you get them out of here?”

Jen shrugged, matching her grin. “I had nothing to do with it.”

“Bullshit,” MaryAnn laughed, taking a seat in one of Jen’s cushy office chairs. “I know you better than that. Did your creepy old boyfriend have someone killed?”

“There are so many things wrong with what you just said.” Jen shook her head, but the grin never left her face. “Wasn’t me - pinky swear. Some internet do-gooder pulled the records and leaked them last night. Check Weazel.”

“And you didn’t even point them in the right direction?”

Jen shook her head. “Nope.”

“Well, I’ll be,” MaryAnn said, crossing her arms. “Someone really likes you.”

Thanks, Lester.

Jen snorted. “As much shit as I get on the daily, I’ll take any win I can get.”

“Well, that means we can get down to business prepping for this trial.”

Jen eyed her whiteboard over in the corner. It was covered in notes and crime scene photos - a gruesome collage of a trial plan. “Finally. I’ll be glad when it’s over.”

“You and me both,” MaryAnn agreed. “Well, as much as I’d love to let you bask in your victory, we need to get started.”

“You pull the file, I’ll start calling witnesses.”

“Done.”

--- --- --- --- ---

Michael spent most of the week following the fertility idol debacle moping in his sedan. A week after yelling he loves Jen, he sat in the Burger Shot drive-thru, moping in his sedan. One full week of Burger Shot Depression Specials, blitzed out of his mind at 11AM on the good cognac, while Franklin shakes his head at him from the driver’s seat of the sedan. 

Michael had texted Franklin maybe an hour before requesting Burger Shot, not for the first time this week, after downing about a hundred dollars’ worth of good cognac for breakfast. He was resolutely ashamed of himself, but too depressed to stop. Franklin, bless his soul, agreed to drive him, if only to ensure Michael wouldn’t drunk-drive himself to Burger Shot in Los Santos lunch traffic.

“Jen calls the sedan the Saggy Balls,” Michael hiccuped from the passenger seat while Franklin contemplated his life choices. “She says it makes me look old.”

“You are old, dude,” Franklin replied, accepting the reeking, greasy bag of double-doubles that will surely incite The Widowmaker, the final heart attack that will send Michael to an early grave, from the window cashier. “Why don’t you just call her?”

Trevor had already given Franklin the run-down of what happened on the beach, from the fertility idol right down to Michael’s duh-moment revelation. Therefore, he already knew why Michael wouldn’t willingly call Jen. It’s not like the man was an expert at dealing with his feelings in a healthy, sensible fashion.

“I’d rather fuckin’ die, Frank,” Michael moaned, taking a bite of his double-double cheeseburger with bacon. Grease beaded up in shiny specks on the bun, and Franklin wished Michael would eat a salad, for his own sake. “I got a plan. I’m trying to get my life back. I want my kids back. I want Amanda back.”

“You sure about that last one, man?” Franklin asked. He really shouldn’t complain about what Michael eats (why was he even concerned about it in the first place?). He was chowing down on greasy ass fries while idling at the red light.

“I want my life back.”

“Whatever you say, bro.”

Not a moment later, Michael’s phone vibrated. He groaned and laid his head against the headrest. “It’s from Jen.”

“Why are you complaining? Don’t you love her?”

“Yes,” Michael said flatly. That much has been established. He flicked through his text messages. “She wants me to come over tonight.”

“Maybe I’m missing something, but I don’t understand what the problem is.”

“I can’t keep seeing her if I want to get my life back.”

“Ain’t you been seeing her for, like years? Just go-” Franklin stopped, huffing. “You know what - you’re not gonna listen to whatever I tell you. You’re gonna drunk dial me at 2AM and ask me to come get you from Tequila-la’s and take you to Cluckin’ Bell.”

Michael was lost in his own thoughts. “You know what, I’m gonna go see Jen tonight. I’m gonna go tell her I can’t keep doing this.”

Franklin shook his head. “You’re gonna be diggin’ your own grave…”

--- --- --- --- ---

Jen answered the door dressed in a black button-down and her underwear, a glass of wine clutched in her hand and a grin on her face. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and she'd tied her mass of puffy orange hair up out of the way. An empty bottle of wine rested next to another full bottle, belying that she’d already started enjoying her night.

She had to be drunk. She wouldn’t have answered the door in a button-down (his button-down, one he’d left here before) and her underwear if she wasn’t at least tipsy. He’d surprisingly never seen her drunk before. Or, at least, she never let on that she was drunk. 

It was… nice. She looked happy, kind of like the morning after the first night he’d stayed here, like she’d actually been able to let loose and relax. She wasn’t often this happy, always stressed about everything and exhausted and even more harried and harassed than usual with the election issues hanging over her. And that trial she’d mentioned - the serial killer one. He’d followed that story himself - seen some of the crime scene photos on her computer once, too - and it looked like a doozy.

Looking at her made Michael’s heart ache. He was going to ruin a perfectly good night by just being himself.

Or, at least he was, until she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Oh, fuck him. Michael’s hands were latched onto her waist in half a second, kneading her soft flesh with the tips of his fingers. She tasted like bad decisions, like he was about to really fuck up his life if he stayed here any longer.

The button-down was a stupid idea; she should have just answered the door naked and put him out of his misery. He’s got it so fucking bad for her, and there’s not a thing he can do about it.

Jen pulled back with that wicked grin on her face that let Michael know, in no uncertain terms, that she had his number. Guiding him over to the couch, she sat him down and shoved a drink in his hand. "I bought that good whiskey you like, the entire Richard's Majestic catalog, and snacks, Mike. Snacks. So, get cozy because we're celebrating!"

Michael reclined back against the couch, crossing his legs. The glass of whiskey in his hand was cold and sweating lightly. "What are we celebrating?"

Jen flopped down onto the couch next to him and slung a muscled leg across his lap before curling up against his side. "The death of my IAA annoyances - not literally, of course. Lester leaked the election results and blew all their covers."

He instinctively wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Good enough reason to celebrate, I guess."

Jen tipped her glass in salute. “Any reason to celebrate is a good reason. But this reason is an especially good one.” 

Michael had to agree - any reason to celebrate was good enough for him. He’d never been one to turn down a good time, for whatever good it did him.

Jen snuggled closer into his side. "Plus, it's your first night back here since Madrazo called off the hit. Figured we could have a night to ourselves."

That’s what was killing him. Michael knew he shouldn’t have come over. No matter what the situation, no matter what time it was, any time he walked into Jen’s apartment, he didn't want to be anywhere else. He should have asked her to meet him for dinner or something - made it easier for both of them. He could have called things off, let her blow up and leave, gotten drunk and forgotten all about the past… seven years. 

Yeah, that totally would have worked… He totally, under no circumstances, would have ended up right back here in Jen’s apartment, in exactly the same position, completely brought to his metaphorical fucking knees.

There was no scenario in which Michael wouldn’t fuck this up in some way or another. He’s just gotta do it. He’s just got to open his mouth and do it.

Twenty years ago, this wouldn’t have been a problem. He’d never had a problem telling a girl to get lost (except for his wife, Amanda, who he married because he got her pregnant, in some chivalrous attempt to own up to his choices). Never had a problem being the asshole, the bad guy, the jerk… He could sweet talk right up to the point where he wasn’t interested anymore, when he got what he wanted (ass), and would tell them to get lost.

Not this girl. Not Jen. Michael knew good and well he couldn’t do it because Jen was Jen, and she was his. He just didn’t want to acknowledge he knew it.

Before Michael could blink, they’d finished the first movie. He couldn’t even remember which one they’d watched - he’d been lost in his own thoughts. One of the shitty action movies, probably, that comprised most of the Richards Majestic catalog. Jen crawled out of his grasp to grab the remote and press play on whatever movie was queued up next. The loss of heat next to him was jarring after being so comfortable for so long.

The next movie in the queue was a romance. Michael preferred action movies all day long, but he wouldn’t turn his nose up at a decent romance. Especially not a Richards Majestic romance - they had just the right formula of hot and cheesy. 

Jen crawled back up under his arm, another full glass of wine in one hand and a refill of his whiskey glass in the other hand. “I remembered you like Some Like it Hot - figured you wouldn’t mind watching this one next.”

“It’s one of the best, as far as rom-coms go.”

“Rom-coms aren’t so bad,” Jen teased, taking a healthy sip of her drink.

“Says the woman who almost exclusively watches mafia movies and B-horror.”

“I don’t want to hear shit from you, Mr. Action Movie.”

Michael pinched her side, earning him a gentle slap on the thigh. He shouldn’t be encouraging this, shouldn’t be playing with her and teasing her like he always does, but he wants to. And her lips are so soft when she kisses him, and she feels so warm against his chest, he just can’t make himself stop.

The minute Jen straddles his lap, he's done. Lost. No hope of holding out. She tastes like liquor and a lost cause when she kisses him, like communion at church, and he's the damned sinner clinging to the hope of salvation.

Michael damn near rips the buttons off of the shirt she's wearing - his shirt his shirt his shirt - just to get it open. He doesn't care to push over her shoulders or even try to get it off of her completely. He lets it hang open while he grabs her tits, pinching and pulling blindly while she kisses him. Fuck he loves these tits, these soft, heavy tits that make him forget how to think-

She didn’t have underwear on - how had he been sitting here half the night and not noticed?

Jen takes him by the throat. He fucking loves when she does that. She doesn't put pressure on his windpipe, it's just to force his head back so she can leave deep purple bruises on his neck that won't even be close to hidden by his shirt collar. He groans deep in his chest, and he swears he feels her smirk against his skin. He’d never admit out loud he likes being handled like this, loves when she leaves those dark bruises where everyone can see, loves when she puts him in his place. He can’t function like this, reduced to a groaning mess with every kiss and lick and touch.

She grinds down in his lap, stroking her naked pussy along his still-clothed cock. He could scream, he really could, but he doesn't. He lets her use him to work herself up, use him to get herself wet for him. 

Michael’s searching fingers find her wet little cunt grinding down in his lap, and he wastes no time plunging his fingers into her. He crooks his fingers against the spot that makes her shake, and she howls against his neck. He can feel the muscles in her legs tense from the effort of hovering over his lap. Her nails dig into his shoulders, and it’s only the thin barrier of his shirt that saves him from red little half-moon bites in his skin.

Jen pulls at the buttons of his shirt with shaking hands while he fingers her. “Get- get this off.”

“Get it off me, then.”

The way her eyes flash at him, that dangerous little warning of don’t test me, makes Michael’s cock twitch. He twists his fingers, adding a third finger to stuff her full, and the shaky whimper she lets out makes him grin. She works faster, though, almost ripping a couple of his shirt buttons right off.

“That’s right, princess - you don’t want to be the only one naked, do you?”

Jen yanks his shirt open so she can get her hands on him, and Michael just lets her rake her nails down his chest. He loves testing her like this, loves when she gets rough with him. It doesn’t matter how much he likes to be in charge. Jen is Jen, and he wants this any way she’ll give it to him.

Michael can feel her starting to tense around his fingers. "Come on, princess, you know you wanna come for me."

Jen stops him with a hand on his bicep. "Don’t get mouthy. Stand up."

Michael is damn near bewildered, but he does as she commands and stands. His jaw hits the floor when she turns toward the back of the couch, knees in the cushions, hands resting on the top of the couch.

Jen doesn't do this. Hasn't done it, not once, in the seven years they've been seeing each other. She likes the dominant role, and Michael is more than happy to take the lazy route and let her use him any way she wants. Vulnerability and submission are not her preference - she likes to be in control, and getting fucked from behind isn't enough control.

And, for a long moment, Michael finally forgets himself. Forgets he wants Amanda back, forgets he tried to keep himself from getting in this position in the first place. This vulnerability throws him for a goddamn loop. 

And Jen is impatient. "You gonna stand there all night or are you gonna fuck me, Mike?"

Michael’s pants hit the goddamn floor like they're on fire. He lines his hard, leaking cock up with her cunt and thrusts, and thank god he fingered her for as long as he did because she's tight and dripping wet and rocking back against him and-

He squeezes her ass and gives it a sharp swat before pulling her back onto his cock as hard as he dares. He's not gonna last like this - not by a long shot, but damn if he's not gonna get her to scream his name before he does. He leans over her, chest to her back, and guides her upright, knees buried into the couch cushions,  with one arm wrapped around her waist and the other hand squeezing her tits.

Michael's teeth nip at Jen’s earlobe, his tongue tracing the outer shell of her ear. He thrusts up hard, pinching her nipples. "Gonna come for me, princess? Gonna come for Daddy?"

Oh, he knows she wants to sass him, wants to fight him, wants to shove him back down on the couch and take back control for that comment, and he fucking wants her to, but he can feel her hot cunt start to tighten and flutter around him. No, she’s not going to fight him for control. She wants him to fuck her stupid, take her like he wants to take her.

"That's it, let Daddy make you come."

“Don’t-” Jen jerks the hand squeezing her tits down to her clit, where he circles her presses and dips his fingers between her folds. Her nails dig into his forearms, searching for stability and balance while she falls apart in his hands. "Fuck, Mike-"

"Try again."

And Jen plays his game. To his amazement, she plays his game. "Come on, Daddy, make me come-"

He does. With quick, rough strokes, and his fingers pressing down and circling and teasing her swollen clit, he makes her come. Long, and hard, and slow, until Jen is howling his name like he’s never heard her do. It breaks him, and he comes in hard spurts, twitching and rocking up into her.

“That’s it, princess,” Michael groans into her neck, “love your cunt, love you, baby-”

Michael grabs Jen’s chin, twisting around so he can kiss her. She’s still fluttering around him, still coming all over his cock, and he feels like he’s never going to be able to stop.

And when Michael finally softens enough to pull out, Jen collapses down on the couch in a sweaty, satisfied little heap. 

From that moment, it takes approximately five seconds for Michael to freak the fuck out.

Because he said it.

Michael had never gotten dressed so fast in his life. His hand is on the front doorknob before Jen even really realizes he’s leaving. He doesn’t know if she comprehended what he said, and he’s not sticking around to find out.

“Michael, where the fuck are you going-”

The door slammed behind him, and he could hear her yelling. He’s in the elevator and on the way down to his car before Jen can even grab a robe.

He let his phone ring and ring as he climbed into his car, and he ignored every call.

[wifebread]

Obsessed | Pt.4

Pairing: Stalker!Min Yoongi x Original female character

Tags: Forced relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Manipulations, Mentions of cruelty, Mentions of deaths, Mentions of drugs, Murders, Original female character,  Out of character, Stalking, Unhealthy relationships, Violence.

Summary: She wasn't afraid of this man, didn't take threats seriously, blaming everything on the fact that it was just to attract attention. However, she did’t know what he was capable of.

word count: 1,4k

I do not condone the actions described in the story, this is all fiction and does not relate to the real members of the BTS in any way. If you are uncomfortable with tags, please do not read!! Or read at your own risk.

a/n: Thanks to the wonderful author who allowed me to translate this work! Please keep in mind that English is not my native language, so if you notice any mistakes, point them out to me! I can also edit the chapter after I publish it, so don't be surprised if you see some strange moments (it means I haven't corrected them yet). Thank you.

source: https://ficbook.net/readfic/12255891

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 ,Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8

"I don't like it when you're sad"

The friends decided not to torment themselves by waiting at the bus stop, so they took a taxi. Jiwon sent the address and said he would be waiting right at the gate.

Sabrina and Percy drove all the way in silence. Song was drawn into the embrace of despondency, not giving a chance to get out. If minutes earlier the girl was triumphant and waiting for the moment when she and Sabrina would get to their destination and start having fun, now there were no positive emotions left.

Sabrina pretended not to notice that something was wrong with Percy. She knows that her friend will shrug off and say something like: "it's okay, just thinking." Sabrina tried to talk to her several times, but received only an affirmative grunt in response.

***

So the friends got to Jiwon's house. Yoon greeted them with a grin, opening his arms for a hug. And if Sabrina accepted the gesture, Percy just walked by.

"What's the matter with her?"  Jiwon asked in bewilderment, watching his friend leave.

"I'd like to know myself," Sabrina replied with a heavy sigh. “But it's better not to disturb her now.”  Yoon nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, Percy had already entered the house. When she got to the sofa, the girl modestly sat on the edge, folding her hands in a lock.

She could think of nothing and no one else but her watcher and his methods of explanation. Thoughts were swarming in her head, like:

"If I hug Jiwon, he will "clearly explain to him" that it is not necessary to approach me";

"What if because of that note, Shin got hurt again?";

"Do I have to stay out of contact with guys all my life now?";

"Fuck, this is a trap. If I tell my parents, they'll twist a finger at a temple and say “screw yourself”. If I tell Sabrina, she'll suffer. If I go to the police, they won't do anything"

Apart from Percy, there were other people in the house, complete strangers. The girl felt uncomfortable, noticing the sidelong glances glued directly at her. Turning to the window, Percy wanted to try to bring herself back to normal. Playing a happy merry girl in public has never been difficult. Therefore, now she will have to pull this mask out of the far drawer and reattach it on her face. However, she should be careful not to run into other guys once again, and even more so not to make a "squeeze".

The phone vibrated in her pocket and the girl lazily took it out, turning it on.

From: Psycho

15:07 "You look really sad :/"

“Hmm, really?” the girl whispered, feigning surprise. “I wonder why?” Percy remembered too late that he, by the way, hears everything. Gasping and covering her mouth with her palm, the girl was about to bury herself.

From: Psycho

15:09 "I don't like it when you're sad"

To: Psycho

15:10 "You must be dreaming"

15:11 "I’m tired, is all"

The girl was stressed out that he was watching her and noticing something like that. Of course, Percy would like friends or even someone unfamiliar to notice her condition and support her. But at the same time... she pushes everyone away.

From: Psycho

15:12 "Honey, you can tell this nonsense to your friend :)"

15:13 "But not to me"

"And what does he want me to say?"  Percy asked herself in perplexity, looking sullenly at the screen. After a moment, a wonderful idea came to the girl's head, to mock him. If he said that Percy should ask for anything and he would make her wish come true, she would take advantage of it.

To: Psycho

15:16 "You know, I'll tell you anyway"

From: Psycho

15:16 "I'm all ears"

To: Psycho

15:17 "Since you care about me so much, where is the candy-bouquet period?"

The answer did not come immediately. He was either too surprised or too happy, as she thought, there was no other way. Percy waited, bored, for the watcher to say something. And he did it a few minutes later.

From: Psycho

15:22 "We both know that's not what's bothering you"

15:23 "That's not what you need"

The girl froze, and her heart ached, because it was true.

From: Psycho

15:24 "You want attention"

15:26 "You would be happy to say that your parents are buying you off, but this is not so. Although you expose them to the best in front of others :)"

15:27 "Other teenagers are bullying you because you talk a lot, am I right?"

Percy began to tremble, but her lips stretched into a smile, a defensive reaction. The guy hit exactly the target, making the girl's heart ache and her soul turn inside out. Percy does talk a lot, but not on topics that bother her. The girl tries to shift the attention of the companions from more important topics by long conversations about some trifles. She also tries to stop those thoughts, because of which she often suffers from insomnia.

From: Psycho

15:29 "They shut you up, laugh at you, belittle you, and you agree with them in return"

To: Psycho

15:30 "Shut up"

Percy didn't care how he would react anymore. The watcher does not like when she is sad, but at the same time he makes her completely sink into despondency.

The girl had a huge desire to break the phone, throwing it into the wall, and get drunk to unconsciousness. However, she won't be able to do that. Parents won’t buy a new smartphone, but will only punish and put under house arrest for this. If she gets drunk, she will no longer be able to restrain her accumulated emotions and anxieties and will definitely find someone to tell about them. And in the morning she will regret that she got drunk again and showed her weakness.

Percy was distracted from his thoughts by the phone vibrating again. And although the desire to ignore him was big, interest prevailed, forcing the girl to open the messages again.

From: Psycho

15:32 "See? You're angry because it's true."

To: Psycho

15:33 "And why the fuck should I be calm?"

15:34 "You talk all sorts of nonsense and say that it’s true"

From: Psycho

15:35 "Deny it all you want, silly girl"

15:37 "But tonight you will again take a piece of paper from the hiding place and write about all this for hours on end. And then, as always, you will burn it so that no one can read."

15:39 "No matter how strong you want to look, in fact you will remain a little defenseless girl who craves the attention of other people"

To: Psycho

15:42 "Why did you text all this?"

15:42 "What's in it for you?"

15:43 "What the fuck do you want?"

The plan — to pretend to be a good girl — has successfully failed. And now she could only hope that he wouldn't get mad at her.

From: Psycho

15:44 "The same as you :)"

To: Psycho

15:45 "What do you mean?"

From: Psycho

15:46 "With extraneous conversations, I try to crush the inner desire of getting rid of all these people :)"

To: Psycho

15:47 «You are crazy, you know that?"

But in response – silence, and thank God. Percy sighs heavily and turns off the smartphone, before turning the "airplane mode".

***

It's been a couple of hours since the arrival of Sabrina and Percy, because the number of people has significantly increased.

“You've cheered up!”  Sabrina shouted. Because of the loud music, they had to communicate this way.

“Yeah!”  Percy answered with the same shout, dancing. “My stomach just ached!”  The friend nodded, continuing to dance with Song.

Percy was very annoyed that a person she didn't even know could find out about all her problems so easily. Only a couple of months have passed since the beginning of their "communication", but for him the girl has already become an open book. Perhaps the reason that the watcher learned to understand Percy's mood so quickly was a huge interest and unhealthy love for her. He was really interested in her life, wanted to know what others don't.

“By the way, Jiwon asked for you!”  Sabrina interrupted her friend from her thoughts. “He said that the hookah that was ordered was already...” but the girl didn’t have time to finish shouting, because Percy interrupted her.

“Say no more!” tapping Sabrina on the shoulder a couple of times, Percy headed to Yoon's room, where he and his friends were smoking a hookah, and not only it.

to be continued...

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15 Questions, As Many Mutuals As I Can Remember

Thank you to @isleofair for the tag! You did it!

1. Are you named after anyone?

I was about to be named after a saint (I think?), but instead my IRL name is just a mixture of two names. Not in the classic hyphenated way, no! A literal mixture, a mash-up.

2. When was the last time you cried?

A few weeks ago.

Now, if we're talking about nearly crying, today. Stress and burnout and brainfog, bayyy-beeeee!

3. Do you have kids?

Human kids? No, and I don't plan to.

Plant children? Yes! One, and their name is Forest! A 3-stalk lucky bamboo who hasn't died in the approx. 9 months I've had them! They have many leaves and roots now!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Take a good, long guess.

I use sarcasm often enough.

5. What sports do you play/have played?

I was enrolled in Taekwondo when I was 6 for a little bit, never went anywhere with that. I'm horrible at team sports in school (the number of times a ball would hit my face and bend my glasses out of shape...).

Not very active in terms of sports, ha ha ha.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Oh, I don't know? Their appearance, their general vibes? Their voice if I ever hear it?

People???

7. What's your eye color?

Dark brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I can barely handle a scary movie, and my tolerance for horror is low.

9. Any special talents?

I picked up chopsticks out of spite (I was hungry + didn't want to get a fork + the chopsticks was right there) and now I'm pretty good at it! I even managed to try using them with my non-dominant hand (though that was out of necessity since my dominant had was shaking so badly at that meal).

I want to say that I'm good at picking up rhythm if I hear it in a song, though I'm not exactly sure how to better explain it. Like, if I get a guitar tab and I know the song, I can pick up how to play the tune of it a good amount of the time. (?)

10. Where were you born?

Canada!

11. What are your hobbies?

I create! As evidenced by my sideblog, ha ha ha!

I write, I make tunes (to call them music, it seems like a stretch...), I make characters and worlds (I am so ready to share them, but alas...the brainfog...they are lost in the sauce), I play guitar, I watch anime and other animated things, I listen to music...

The brain must be kept stimulated!

12. Do you have pets?

Does my plant count?

Otherwise, no.

13. How tall are you?

5'2.5 (5 foot and 2.5 inches)

14. Favorite subject in school?

Science, though I was decent at math in high school! Calculus went brrr.

15. Dream job?

That changed so many times when I was younger.

Writer, marine biologist (dolphins, but the deep ocean? Terrifying how little we know of it compared to the moon and space), someone in the medical field, nurse.

It's still nurse, but the road to that is tiring and hard. We're still going though! (If only there were enough time to create, however...)

Tagging: @animalsandskyyy, @aroacelesbiancalamity, @panaumoomin, @illusionbutterflies, @relmint, @blooisasleep