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randomprosho · 2 months

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"I don't support it in real life!"CW: talk of sexualizing minors, slight rant

Then why write about it? If for coping purposes, why post it online for others (especially actual predators) to see and consume? Then why portray those things in a positive light instead of condemning them?And you're seriously going to tell me that just because as an adult (1) you want to see a fictional minor (that mind you, is usually designed to resemble an actual child) depicted in sexual situations doesn't mean you don't share that same view concerning children in real life? You find fictional minors attractive but not real ones? Why does the line between finding someone who is (and usually also looks like) a child sexually attractive get drawn at whether the child is real or not? I'm not calling anyone pedophiles, but if the shoe fits...(1) No I am not talking about 18 y/os finding 17 y/os attractive. Use your brain. Creating content of underaged characters is still questionable regardless of age, however.

"Just mute/block instead of harassing others!"I have nearly 70k people blocked on twitter, and hundreds of words and tags muted, I softblock and mute people who post things I don't want to see. I still see certain things on my timeline, usually because1) It's posted in the main tags of something I'm interested in2) The post isn't even tagged at all3) If someone quote retweets from someone I've blocked, I still see the take on my timeline.

"Antis use the same rhetoric as exclusionists and TERFS!"What exactly does being against pedophilia have to do with trans (women) exclusionary radical feminism?And what does lgbtq discourse in general have to do with not wanting minors to be sexualized?

"Antis harass people!"Apparently, proshippers have never done this before! Not once has a grown adult stalked literal children for calling their ships gross!Not saying harassments ok at all, but let's not act like the poor proshippers are being oppressed here.Also, I promise you, someone saying "x is a proshipper, please block them if you don't want to see their content" is not harassment. Writing callout posts and videos on underaged "antis", however is most definitely harassment but y'all don't want to hear that. People have the right to know if they are platforming people who go against their personal beliefs and morals. Choosing to hide that from people who would otherwise not want to interact with you for the sake of not wanting to "lose friends" makes you a bad person, and you should feel bad.

this is a LOT anon, my god...

First I'll say what I do agree with you on: I have made posts and even agreed with antis or neutrals on proshippers harassing antis. I have seen it and have hated that it happens. Proshippers like to use being anti-harassment as a shield to harass people. Antis have made posts without accusing anyone of being anything nor making any kind of assumptions about any shippers and they would get HOUNDED by proshippers. I've seen it happen. I once followed a group of antis because they liked the same popular ship I liked in a fandom (I wont name). They were uncomfortable with certain shippers and proshippers following them, I respected their wishes and left. I saw from a proshipper qrting that same anti group that I unfollowed because they made a list of proshippers for that fandom so people could block. I did trust these antis because they were anti-harassment. I do agree that a lot of these kinds of lists do cause harassment but there were proshippers going up to this group being immature saying to be added to the list. And yes, they were harassed but like I said, I did trust this group, they were peaceful people. I have had good conversations with antis because I feel like there are some that just want to be heard. So I listen to them. I am completely fine with having conversations without being labeled something I am not. That you KNOW I am not. I WILL stick up for antis if they're not in the wrong, I dont care how many proshippers I will be going against. I am anti-harassment in the truest sense. NO one deserves to be harassed, least of all, children.

For all the other shit you said: "if the shoe fits" It dont. Pedophilia is a paraphilic disorder where the person has thoughts and emotions that could potentially harm a minor. These people have intrusive thoughts to the point it causes them distress. I, personally, do NOT suffer from this. People have the ability to separate fiction from reality. What I see when I look at anime characters is a cartoon character. I dont see actual literal children, no matter HOW they act. I can only speak for myself, but I dont like actual people, let alone, children. I dont want to be with anyone nor do anything with anyone. I use to be a schediaphile, which is a paraphilia where someone is sexually attracted to fictional characters, which lolishota are. I honestly never was sexually attracted to lolishota. I only find them cute and when I like cute things, I like fucked up shit to happen to them because I like dark/taboo type of fiction. Even if something is shown in a positive way, it is STILL fucked up, isnt it?

When I post anything sexual about a lolishota, I am able to distance myself from it: Aegosexual.

There is a LOT of violence that is shown as a positive in fiction but no anti ever goes hard against it like they do when it comes to anything depicting sex. Violence is always seen as a good thing, while sex is bad.

It is a-okay to be disgusted and grossed out over any fiction no matter what. What isnt okay is harassing someone over fiction because you find it icky. I personally dont like gore but I would never go after someone making assumptions that they're gonna go on a murder spree.

I dont use lolishotacon as a way to cope because I havent been through anything like that. I just think they're cute, thats it.

btw, I am also blocking a shit ton of people on twitter. I block people every single day. I see NSFW art I dont want to see all the time. It does cause me a teeny bit of anxiety but I literally breathe out a sigh of relief when I block them so I dont see their shit anymore. If you're following ppl that qrt people you've blocked, maybe you should unfollow those people. you are the only person who can look out for you, unless your a minor, then thats your parents/guardians job

#anon ask #discourse #fandom discourse #proship #neutral ship #sh0tac0n #sh0tacon #Im a sex repulsed aroace #altho all of the asks seem to be different #anon is going to a bunch of people in the proship tag

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slutnali · 1 year

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From my understanding the people on twitter were more upset with her response to biblegirl, who tweeted something along the lines of “the sooner we accept that most adults do cocaine the better” (not the exact wording, she deleted it now cause the response was overwhelmingly negative, but the sentiment was normalizing cocaine use bc it’s prevelant) and Denali responded “tea”. To me that’s a lot more 🤔what do u mean by that🤔 than anything she said on the podcast.

This is long so I'm adding a read more out of curtesy and also because we are talking about drugs [not very descriptive but still]

I remember seeing that earlier while I was out but don't remember it word for word, wish I did tho

But from what I remember, I thought there was some truth to it. Many people do it, it's not just rampant in the lgbt+ community but everywhere else. Does it make it okay? Absolutely not but from what I took from it is that there's just so much shaming for it and I think harm reduction should be discussed. That's not to say that you should glorify it and I don't think they are, however its such a delicate & complicated topic that people are quick to jump at each others throats defending their stance, etc.. With Nali replying 'teaaa' I think also it has to do with the fandom's reaction to it as well.. like, it always gets weird?

I remember when s13 had been announced and people did their digging and found out about her mugshot etc.. the fandoms reaction gave me an ick because people were very much 'omg how scandalous teeheee 🤭" gossiping and theorizing it... and then again when she'd made a joke about her mugshot on the GITMS segment and then people were actually thirsting over it on twt.. like it was weird imo.. and yeah, she was open about it and to some extent you could argue "she made it our business" but I think this'll probably be the last time she does share about it and I don't think she owes us any more stuff about it if she doesn't want to. That's just me though.

Could the tweet have been worded better? Yeah, but again, the tweet from Biblegirl was deleted and I can't really go in depth. But tbh I don't want to go further into depth or back and forth after this ask and another i have, because this blog is mainly for reading [and occasionally writing] drag race fic and thirsting over my faves.

There def is a discussion to be had when it comes to people who have used it and people entirely against it, and there's many points to be shared on both sides. I've seen some of it while I was scrolling twt a while ago bc I follow a bunch of dr girls [obvs] and local queens.

As for Denali, if you no longer want to support her that's fine and your right. If you need/want to separate yourself from that, do it and if you're a follower or mutual of mine that wants to unfollow me there's no hard feelings. If you do wanna keep following me you can black list 'denali foxx' and 'denali' so you wont see posts with her tag. I cant speak for everyone else who may not tag but I can for my blog because I always use them and tag accordingly.

Drug use and talk happens and it's not a cancelable offense, in my opinion at least. There are many many queens who openly talk about substance use but I rarely even see anyone bring it up: Willow and a bunch of s14 girls doing shrooms, Camden talking about how blackout she was while touring last year and not knowing how she got safe to her hotel room, Sasha C mimes sniffing coke or smoking on stage, all the open stoners, etc.. when it comes to this and other topics people are very pick and choose when it comes to their faves so idk..

but again, this is all my opinion and ramble and its okay if we have a difference.

#answered

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bibbawrites · 3 years

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Touch Me, Love Me - Alex Mercer x Willie SMUT (18+)

Request: yes, there were too many to copy and paste so here are main highlights from ones that werent just “willex smut” - Alex finally getting the courage to talk to Wille about wanting him to be more rough and then of course the smutty rough part. / it’s their first time together but they have both had sex before / Alex is the bottom and Willie the top / can they be vocal I can just imagine Willie be very loud / why is alex always the top i wanna see some whiny bottom alex

Word Count: 1406 words

Summary: Alex finally works up the nerve to admit something to Willie and Willie is more than happy to oblige

Warnings: gay sex, unprotected sex, light swearing, rough sex, reference to past luke x alex

A/N: you guys really wanted this so the anxiety of not wanting to let you all down is so real rn, so i’m just gonna post this before i start to hate it any more lol enjoy hopefully

Tag List: @happinessinthedarkesttimes @molinaroberts @joynersgoatblog @courageous-she @littlemissaddict @gloomybrieyxb @itsyagorlemmalyn @jatpxmultifan @moneybagmgk @emeliii1 @mybradforddream (the strike through means it wont let me tag you)

Alex was pacing when Willie poofed into the studio for their weekly movie night, where Willie had been catching Alex up on everything gay that had happened in cinema since his death. But by the look on Alex’s face, they wouldn’t be doing much movie watching that night.

“Hotdog?” Willie called, drawing the blond’s attention to him.

“I need to tell you something.” Alex blurted out.

“Anything.” Willie assured him, perching on the arm of the couch and watching as Alex paced.

“Luke and I dated. In the 90s. I never told you that.” Alex said after a moment. Willie nodded.

“I figured. You guys radiate ‘we were boyfriends’ vibes.” He admitted. Alex froze, spinning to stare at Willie in disbelief.

“Wait, you knew?” He questioned. Willie shrugged.

“Not for certain. But I knew something had gone on at some point.” He answered, and Alex resumed his pacing.

“We didn’t date for long, less than a year.” Alex bit his lip. “But we stayed pretty... close afterwards.”

“I’m not quite sure why this is relevant.” Willie frowned, and Alex too a deep breath.

“I’m ready.” He said quickly.

“For what?” Willie asked, confused. Alex bit his lip again.

“To sleep with you.” He mumbled, and Willie’s eyes widened.

“Oh, wow. That is not what I expected to hear.” Willie joked, his smile falling when he saw the frown on Alex’s face.

“What else is bothering you?” He asked softly.

“Wheneverlukeandiusedtohavesexitwasreallyroughandikindareallywantyoutofuckmeroughly.” Alex mumbled, so quick that Willie could barely understand a word that he had said.

“Alex breathe.” He instructed, and Alex took a deep breath. “Now what on earth did you just say? Cause it sounded like another language.”

Alex took another deep breath.

“Whenever Luke and I used to have sex it was really rough and I kinda really want you to fuck me roughly.” Alex repeated, and Willie’s jaw dropped. Alex was full of surprises today.

“You want me to fuck you? Roughly?” He repeated. Alex nodded.

“Well yeah... You’ve met Luke, I bet you can imagine how he was in the bedroom.” He rambled.

“Alex...” Willie trailed off and Alex froze, clearly sensing Willie’s hesitation.

“Oh god, did I go too far? We can just forget this never happened.” He said quickly, and Willie shook his head.

“No, Alex. You’re fine. It’s just... I’ve never topped anyone before.” He admitted.

“It’s not that hard, really.” Alex replied, turning bright red at his admission.

“If you say so Hotdog.” The nickname seemed to calm Alex, the blond finally settling down on the couch next to Willie.

“Are we gonna do it here or do you have some secret hidden place for us to go?” He asked.

Willie grinned.

“I know just the place.”

“Is this where you live?” Alex questioned, looking around the hotel room that Willie had brought them to. It looked like any other hotel room that Alex had ever seen, except for one thing. Where the door would normally be was a blank wall, closing the room off to anyone who couldn’t poof through walls. Willie shrugged slightly.

“Sometimes. Mostly I live at the club with the other dancers. But whenever I need to be alone I come here.” He said. Alex nodded.

“How did you find it?” He asked and Willie grinned.

“Honestly? I was skating down the hallway outside and my board caught on the carpet and I fell through the wall. Then I realised I was in a hotel room that for some reason had no door, so I just started coming here all the time. You’re the only person I’ve ever told about this place, let alone brought them here.” He admitted, sitting down on the edge of the large bed.

“I’m honoured.” Alex sat down next to him and they both fell quiet.

“Hey Lex?” Willie whispered, breaking the silence. Alex smiled softly at the nickname.

“Yeah?”

“I’m kinda nervous, about topping you.” Willie looked down at his fingers, his heart skipping a beat when Alex took his hands.

“You’ll be okay. Plus you know we can always stop if we feel uncomfortable.” Alex assured him.

“Okay.” Willie nodded. Alex grinned.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. So should I-” Alex cut him off by crashing their lips together and Willie gasped in shock, letting Alex take the lead for a few moments before he took control, pushing the taller boy backwards into the bed and climbed on top of him.

Willie’s fingers fiddled with the bottom of Alex's shirt, before pulling it off completely and kissing down his chest. He moved away to pull his own shirt off, kicking his shoes into the corner.

Alex kicked his own shoes off, watching Willie intently.

"Take your pants off." Willie instructed.

"You’re sure no one will catch us here?” Alex questioned, but obeyed nonetheless. Willie nodded, already removing his own clothes to reveal his naked body, Alex blushing at the sight.

"I promise, I don’t even think anyone knows about it.” He reassured Alex, placing a gentle kiss on the blond’s lips. “We’re safe here.”

“Okay.” Alex stuttered as Willie’s hand made its way down Alex’s body and rested on the bulge in his underwear. Willie lent in, connecting their lips again as he massaged the bulge, leaving Alex a moaning mess.

"Can I take these off?" He asked, pulling away from Alex's lips. Alex nodded. Willie pulled Alex's underwear off quickly, throwing them aside.

"God you're so beautiful." Willie muttered, scanning Alex’s body, his mouth practically watering at the size of Alex’s cock. "Get up onto the bed."

Alex obliged. Willie sat in front of him.

"How do you want to do this?" He asked.

"It’s up to you. Tell me how you want me." Alex replied. Willie bit his lip, thinking.

"Okay. Lie down on your back and spread your legs." He said, and Alex did it. Willie ran a hand down Alex's thigh and Alex shuddered. Willie laughed slightly.

"I'm gonna put a finger in, okay? Loosen you up so it doesn't hurt as much." Alex nodded. Willie put a lube covered finger in, his other hand on Alex's hip, drawing gentle patterns. After a minute he added a second finger, and after giving Alex a second to adjust he began scissoring his fingers to stretch Alex out. The drummer moaned.

"You like that?" Willie asked, adding a third finger, and Alex could tell he was smiling.

"Feels so good." Alex replied. Willie removed his fingers, grabbing the lube once again to pour some on his dick.

"If you think that was good wait ‘til we get to the next part." Willie jerked himself a few times, making sure he had enough lube, before moving closer to Alex, lifting the blond's hips slightly to make it easier, and then slowly entering the blond, both boys gasping at the pleasure.

"Tell me when to move." The skater instructed.

"Now." Alex whispered. Willie thrusted roughly, and Alex flinched slightly at the discomfort.

"Are you okay?" Willie asked, freezing slightly. He knew Alex had asked him to be rough, but he didn’t want to hurt the other boy.

"Yes." Alex replied, as the pain turned to pleasure. "It feels good now."

"Good." Willie said, thrusting again and beginning to set a fast pace, slamming into Alex. Alex moaned and reached down to grab his dick. Willie shoved his hand away, wrapping his own hand around Alex's cock, jerking it in time with his thrusts.

"Please Wills." Alex whined, his breath coming out in pants.

"Please what?" Willie questioned. Alex moaned loudly, his head falling back.

"Harder." Willie complied and the room was filled with the sound of slapping skin, of loud moans and swearing.

“I’m so close.” Willie gasped, slamming into Alex with as much force as he could, and Alex screamed out in pleasure.

“Cum in me, please.” Alex begged. “Please Willie, please.”

Willie moaned loudly as he reached his climax, filling the younger boy with his cum, and Alex followed close behind, his own cum coating their chests.

After riding out their highs Willie pulled out, collapsing onto the bed next to Alex.

"How was that?" He whispered. Alex smiled shyly, snuggling into Willie.

"It was perfect. Thank you." Willie kissed him softly.

“Next time, you’re topping. I can’t wait to have your massive cock inside of me.” The skater grinned and Alex turned bright red, biting down on his lip.

“Well…” He whispered. “There’s always round two.”

#alex mercer #willie nolastname #alex mercer x willie #willex #willex smut

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jadedlavendergemini · 3 years

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A Summer To Remember

Pt 2

Summary: Lexi Goldstein has one goal in her life, to be a model. Her boyfriend, who is inspired to become a big time actor insists on taking a break and working at a summer camp with the rest of their friends. What go wrong?

A/N: I’m so terribly sorry for the long wait. I’ve been extremely busy with both jobs. Thank you guys for giving me a great amount of support with my fics. I just wish I was able to update more frequently. As always, let me know what ya’ll think!

Tag list (if anyone is still interested) : @instincts-baby @lovelylangdonx @fckinsupreme @7-wonders @angelicmichael @dark-mei-rose @langdxn

Part one

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“Alright great job everyone!” Xavier exclaimed to the class. “Just remember I wont be teaching for a couple of months but that doesn’t mean you can slack off! I want every one to be ready to go as soon as I get back!”

The class slowly made their way out of the door, some stopping to wish Xavier a good summer break. He flashed his famous white tooth smile, waving them off. His eyes wandering to his girlfriend who was in deep conversation with Montana Duke.

“So how was the dick last night?” Montana asked bluntly, still stretching her legs. The blonde chuckled at her friend’s wide eyed expression. “Oh don’t be so modest, Lex. You’ve been smiling like an idiot since the both of you got here.”

Lexi just shook her head before crossing her arms and leaning in, lowering her voice. “It was very nice.”

Before Montana could get in one of her many responses, Ray had stepped in and placed an arm around both of the girls.

“Okay, enough with the chit chat and let’s get GOING. I want to get to RedWood before it gets late.”

“What is your deal with leaving the city so soon, huh?” Xavier made his way over to the group and shoved Ray’s arm off of Lexi.

“Like I said, this city is about to get crazy. Just want to get a head start, man.” He moved his other arm off of Montana and nervously wiped his forehead.

“Right, well we’re going to hit the showers and we’ll be ready.” Montana looped her arm through Lexi’s and took off.

After showering, Montana and Lexi met up with the boys in the gym lobby. Lexi fell into Xavier’s side on the couch. Chet sat opposite of them, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his thighs. Ray sat halfway off the arm of the couch looking on edge as per usual that week.

“Alright so the drive to RedWood should only be about two hours so if you guys need anything, get it done now because I’d like to make as less stops as possible.” Xavier said to the group.

The group all shook their heads and Ray jumped to stand.

“Nope!” He said enthusiastically. “Let’s get rolling!”

Xavier and Chet rolled their eyes as they began to stand to exit. Before any of them could even head to the door, the doors to the lobby opened and small brunette hastily made her way to Montana.

“Montana!” She exclaimed, practically shocking the hell out of the blonde. “I- can I still come with you guys?”

“Of course, Brooke. What’s going on?”

“You look shaken,” Chet chimed in, dropping his bag to the ground and stepping towards the girl. “Are you alright?”

The girl, Brooke, was on the brink of tears. “H-he came for me last night. The Night Stalker! He broke into my apartment, he tried to kill me!”

Montana nodded, and guided Brooke to the couch. “What? You’ve got to be kidding! Are you alright?”

Lexi moved from Xavier and ran to the nearest water machine to grab a cup for the girl. The group just stood by as Montana tried to calm her down.

“Are you sure that’s who it was, Brooke?” Ray asked. “Not just some random dude?”

“Of course it was him! He said,” she lowered her voice. “He said he wanted me to swear on satan.”

Xavier sighed, brows raised. “Damn, that’s fucked up. You’re still welcome to come though.”

Montana nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Come with us, we’ll be out in the woods. You’ll be safe there with us.”

As Brooke nodded, Lexi made her way back to Brooke with the water. “Here drink and just breathe.”

Brooke took the water with a small “thank you.” She looked around at the group. “I- I packed a bag just in case-“

“We’ll get the van loaded, no worries!” Ray spoke, signaling the boys to follow him.

“Yeah, plenty of room.” Chet gave a small smile towards the brunette before leaving the girls to sit in silence.

Lexi stood up from where was kneeling next to Brooke. “I’m Lexi, by the way. You must be Montana’s new friend.”

Brooke nodded. “Yeah, we met yesterday in class.”

“Lexi is Xavier’s girlfriend.” Montana said. “And my best friend, well more like a sister.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Brooke spoke.

“Same.” It remained quiet again until she spoke once more. “So do you really think it was him? There’s a lot of crazy shit that goes down in this city.”

“It was him.” Brooke declared, sitting the plastic cup on the coffee table. “He said he was going to come after me!”

Montana held her hands up. “Brooke, chill. It’s gonna be okay. You’ll come with us to Camp RedWood and by the time we get back, the cops will have most likely found him.”

Lexi nodded. “Exactly,” she patted Brooke’s shoulder for reassurance.

Brooke nodded and stood. The two blondes stood with her and they all made their way out of the gym.

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The first hour during the ride was filled with laughs and promises of the best summer to come. Lexi sat close to Xavier in the front of the van as the others chilled in the back. Brook sat between Montana and Chet, still obviously on edge.

Ray offered some alcohol to the brunette in hopes of calming her nerves. “I still don’t really know what happened.” She managed to say before taking a swig from Ray’s flask.

“Face it, Brooke. You’re a badass.” Montana smiled at the girl.

“The cops are going to find him right?” Brooke asked, still in not convinced.

“I’m sure they will, hun.” Lexi turned around in her seat to give Brooke a reassuring smile.

“What’s better than a few weeks out in the wilderness? And get paid for it!” Montana said, bringing a hand onto the brunette’s knee. “Brooke, you’re totally doing the right thing coming with us.”

“Absolutely, it’s going to be a nonstop party.” Ray spoke next. “The kids, the camp. I’ve got us enough blow and weed to last us through the summer. And let’s just hope that we don’t have to take any drug tests.” Ray, Lexi, Montana and Xavier laughed as Chet huffed.

“No, it’s not fucking funny. Point zero zero one. That’s how much shit those morons said was in my blood stream.” Chet huffed and crossed his arms.

“If you haven’t figured it out yet, Chet was disqualified from Team USA. He peed a pharmacy, so they kicked him out of the Olympics.” Montana said to Brooke, who tried to keep her eyes from starting at the man.

“Come on, you can be honest with us. We’re all friends!” Xavier chuckled.

“But I didn’t do anything! I worked my ass off for that spot!” Chet whined, now moving to pull his shirt off. “I mean look at this bod. Have you ever seen a body like this?”

Brooke shook her head and replied quietly with a “no.”

“You’re embarrassing yourself.” Ray chimed.

“Yeah? What the hell do you got, huh? Let’s see it!”

Montana, who had been watching the whole exchange with smirk spoke. “Yeah, I’m up for a good laugh.”

Lexi giggled as Ray struggled to remove his shirt but managed to finally get it off. He flexed whatever muscles he had. “Eat my shorts!”

A bright flash from Montana’s Polaroid camera blinded him for a moment. She just grabbed the film when it finally printed. “For memory purposes.”

“It’s like the ad always says ‘there’s always room for jello.’”

Ray rolls his eyes and digs through his backpack something. Then brings out a little clear vial of a white substance.

Without a word he gestures it to Chet who hesitates but gives up.

“What the hell! It doesn’t matter what I put in my body anymore anyways.” He says before taking hit off his finger.

Chet passes it back to Brooke, who shyly declines. Which it was now handed to Montana who was obviously down.

“More for me,” she snorted what she could before handing it to Lexi. “And for Lexi.”

Lexi rolled her eyes before lifting the vial towards her nose. She took a big wiff from the line in which she poured onto her hand.

Lexi managed to trade the coke for one of Ray’s famous blunts. She sunk back into seat next to Xavier with the blunt placed in between her fingers.

The curvy blonde took two hits before holding it up to her boyfriend’s mouth. Xavier rolled his eyes at whatever chatter his friends were causing in the back seat. He leaned into the joint that Lexi had held up for him.

Not bothering to wait for him to release the Smoke he had inhaled, she moved closer and placed her lips onto his plump ones. The smoke from the joint seeking its way back into Lexi’s mouth.

The two didn’t notice their friends were watching. Ray, being the more playful friend, decided to call them out.

“Come on you two, cut that shit out before Xav crashes the damn van!”

Lexi only smiled bashfully and sat back in her spot in the passengers seat. That didn’t stop Xavier from taking his large right hand to squeeze her thigh.

And in a low voice, avoiding their friends. He whispered into her ear. “Don’t forget what I said about sex in the woods.”

Lexi just smiled “Oh baby, don’t tease.” She winked.

Not much longer the group arrived at what looked like an older, broken down gas Station. Which was kinda eerie to Lexi, considering her knowledge of horror movies with gas stations like this one.

Everyone had hopped out to stretch their legs. Xavier moved passed the gas station attendant.

“Fill her up. How much?” He asks the older man.

“About a quarter,” he responded.

“And the pay phone?” He asked. The older man grunted And pointed towards the back by a garbage dump.

Lexi settles for a coke from a soda machine nearby. She scraped together a dollar from the change from Xavier’s van.

“You guys want anything from the vending machine?” Lexi asks the girls who are busy stretching their legs and talking.

“Nah, I’m good.” Montana replied.

“No thanks, I’m good.” Brooke responded.

Lexi shrugged and headed back to the vending machine to get her drink.

“Actually, Lexi could you do me a favor?”

“What?” She grabbed her soda and joined Montana And Brooke.

“I don’t know if you could tell but I think Brooke here has a crush on our dear, pain in the ass, Chet. Does she have you blessing?”

“It’s not what you-“ Brooke was cut off.

“Brooke, I really don’t care about you and Chet. Just go for it. Honestly, we only dated for 6 months.”

“You don’t care?”

“Nope. Chet And I have moved on from each other. And now I have Xavier.” Lexi said, eyeing her man walking back towards them. “So have fun!” She giggled to Brooke.

“See? I told you not to worry about her!” Montana Schabe Brooke’s shoulder a shove. “Xavier let’s go! We need to start making a move if we going to get to RedWood before dark!”

“Did she say RedWood?” The old man asked.

“Yeah, camp RedWood. We’re all camp counselors there for the summer.” Brooke answered.

“Turn around. Go back to the city.” The old man responded. “They should have never opened that place again.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. How much do we owe you?” Xavier interrupted, his hand resting on Lexi’s lower back.

He helped her into the back of the van as Ray paid the gas station attendant.

“Xav, what is he talking about?” Lexi asks.

Xavier shakes his head. “Nothing. Probably some random shit he says to anyone heading the same way. Don’t worry ‘bout it, babe.”

Xavier hopped back into the drivers seat. Chet stole Lexi’s spot but she was glad to be in the back with the girls and Ray.

Xavier was just finding the right tunes for the rest of the drive when the old man slapped a hand on the hood, causing them to jump in surprise.

“You’re all gonna die.” He spoke in such a deep tone that gave Lexi goosebumps.

The blonde just winked. And drove them off back towards the way.

Lexi however, couldn’t stop thinking of those words. What was he talking about? How much of Camp Redwood did this man know about? Obviously something she did not. And she wasn’t the only one.

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A/N: I know it’s shorter than expected but I’ve already got chapter 3 going. Please let me know what you think.

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professorsnape394 · 4 years

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The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Five: The Calm before the Storm

A/N: This is the fifth part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-16 can be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 2128

Warnings: n/a

Credits to Gif Creator

Severus Snape spent the next two weeks drowning in fire whiskey. When he returned to his quarters after spending an evening with Miss Dumbledore, he could not get her out of his mind. He hated himself for it, but she had admittedly charmed him with her striking beauty and captivating personally.

Having somewhat sobered up from the evening drinks, Severus took it upon himself to crack open another bottle of Firewhiskey, downing glass by glass until he no longer remembered how he felt about the woman.

The days that followed simply became harder to forget about her, as she would often come calling to his office; private quarters and classroom in search for the brooding Professor. Each time she came knocking Snape shied away from her, keeping his doors locked, and poured yet another measure of the burning liquid down his throat in the hope that she would disappear from his memory all together.

This was not him. He thought to himself. His whole life he had resisted the temptation of women like her. This was not to say he had never felt the touch of another, he had in his youth had his fair share of women upon leaving Hogwarts. But never had he caught feelings like those that were threatening to surface, except for one other woman. The thought of his first love forced yet another glass of whiskey down his throat.

As of now his feelings for Miss Dumbledore were purely physical but he did not want to risk them developing into something much more complex. Vowing never to fall for Aria as he had for Lily Evans, Severus built his walls higher than before, making himself impenetrable to the charms of Miss Dumbledore.

Staring at the bottom of yet another empty glass the Professor knew the only way he could resist his urges and keep the woman away, was to use his feelings for her to fuel his (now) hatred. Every kind word she spoke to him was ammunition for mockery. Every question she asked him was an excuse to belittle her. Soon enough she would take the hint and keep her distance. At the very least it would surely provoke her frustration and spark disagreements between the two. No relationship with the woman would of course be better than a bad relationship, but if he had to settle, he would gladly take the latter.

Reaching the end of yet another bottle Severus dumped the vessel into nearby bin, finally retiring for the night.

Countless bottles of Firewhiskey and Nettle Wine later, the castle gradually begun to fill with numerous Professors and various other members of staff. The school year would resume in two days time and Severus needed to get his act together in order to once again face his new apprentice.

The night before the students were set to arrive via the Hogwarts Express, Headmaster Dumbledore sent out a formal reminder to the staff regarding the start of year feast. Aria was well aware the feast was a tradition here at Hogwarts where a ceremony was held and the new first year students were sorted into their respective houses. She was not, however, aware that the night before the official grand feast the professors sat down to a banquet of their own. It was stated in her letter than all staff were required to attend. Aria assumed this was included more or less for the benefit of Severus, whom she knew would try at all costs to avoid attending, possibly even more so now then any year before, though she wasn't entirely sure why the sallow-skinned Professor had been avoiding her these past weeks.

Admittedly, she missed the man, though they had only really spent a few days together, she was getting used his company and her loneliness only made the days longer. She had tried to talk to him, ask him why he had been avoiding her. However, after receiving no response when she sought him out, and due to their conversation at the Three Broomsticks detailing the man's introverted personality, she decided not to pester him further. Instead, she chose to busy herself preparing alone for the school year. Until the past few days that is, when the castle begun to fill with Professors and she thought she may as well get to know some of them.

Almost instantly Professor McGonagall took Aria under her wing and set about introducing the girl to her fellow colleagues. The two witches got along so fast, Miss Dumbledore almost wished to become her apprentice instead. Sadly, Aria was not particularly skilled in the art of Transfiguration. After a few days of brief meetings with almost all of the staff, Minerva invited Aria to afternoon tea in her office. Getting on like a house on fire, Aria felt all the nerves that had been building up within her over the last month slowly melt away. Minerva happily chatted away with the young woman, feeling she too had found a great friend.

Sooner than Aria may have liked the subject eventually turned to the subject of her mentor, Severus Snape. Minerva couldn't wait to her Miss Dumbledore's thoughts on the man. Although she also considered Severus a close friend, she knew he would not be happy with the situation and was dying to hear of his reaction. It of course came as a great shock to her when Aria Dumbledore began to spill the details of her brief encounters with the Professor.

"He was harsh at first." Aria begun. "I knew he wasn't happy with the arrangement at all, he clearly resented me for coming here and invading his space. He seemed like a very foul man."

Minvera smiled knowingly at the young woman, never had she heard a description so accurate, though she secretly knew he was not all bad. Not that he would ever show it. She thought to herself, of course she was moments away from being proven wrong.

"Don't worry about it too much, my dear. He'll eventually get used to your position here and then he wont be so cruel... simply unpleasant." She chuckled to herself. "He's not truly as hateful as you might think. He does have a heart somewhere in there."

"Oh I know." Aria exclaimed. "It took a few days but we found a rhythm of working that suited us both. Eventually we were getting along quite pleasantly. That was, until the night we had a meal at the Three Broomsticks. Then I have no idea what happened, I haven't seen him since." Miss Dumbledore pondered.

"You and Severus had a meal at the Three Broomsticks." Minerva gawped, her eyes almost falling out of her head in disbelief.

"Yes, he didn't seem too keen on the idea initially, but he seemed to reason with himself and finally came around."

"Aria, my dear, dear girl." Professor McGonagall shook her head, trying to get a grasp of what the young witch was telling her. "You do realise Professor Snape, does not socialise with anyone." Minerva tried to state her point, hoping the woman would catch her drift.

"Yes, he did mention that. I guess he's coming out of his shell." She shrugged.

"No, no, no." Minerva shook her head once again, bringing a palm to her face. "You do not understand. I have known this man since he first came to Hogwarts at the age of twelve. He had rarely shown interest in any other human being his whole life, and he certainly does not go out for meals with his coworkers for a simple chat. Especially not one of your beauty."

"What are you saying?" Aria looked confused, not liking what the older woman was insinuating.

"I'm not saying anything, my dear." McGonagall placed a hand over Aria's, reassuringly. "Except... I consider Severus a close friend, and although he doesn't show it, I believe he feels the same. And never, I mean never, has he agreed to socialise with me just for the fun of it. The man never leaves his chambers, my dear."

What Minvera said stuck with Aria for the rest of the day. She was even more confused than ever now. Why had Severus been avoiding her for so long, if he clearly liked her more than the rest of his colleagues. Why had he spent the time listening to her, talking to her and walking her back to her quarters, to only cut all contact the next day. She knew he was a mysterious man from the moment they met, but this was just plain confusing.

This thought circled in her mind even as she made her way to the Great Hall for the first meal of the semester. Although she knew Severus was required to be there, she presumed he would keep his distance, and with the overwhelming amount of staff and topics to get caught up on she did not expect they would have any conversation at all.

When she arrived the table was already more than half full, but still Severus was no where to be seen.

"My dear, sweet, Granddaughter." Dumbledore beamed. "Come and join us." He beckoned her over, gesturing to the empty space next to his at the top of the table. Thankfully she had been positioned next to Minerva, though she feared for who would take the seat opposite, knowing that almost everyone except one was present. Embarrassed by her Grandfather's introduction she hurriedly sat down, and began talking with Minerva, hoping no one was staring at her too much.

Dumbledore wasted no time in waiting for the final seat to be filled, and it seemed the rest of the staff had forgotten that Severus even existed. That was until, half an hour into the meal, when the doors to the Great Hall, swung open violently, causing a loud and startling bang to echo through the gigantic room. Instantly the ramble of excited chatter stopped, everyone staring at the culprit. Almost immediately upon noticing the bat-like Professor enter the room, cloak billowing behind him, the chatter commenced once more. The Potions master's reputation was more than proven to Miss Dumbledore, as it appeared even the staff did not want to face his wrath. His presence was known and he was feared. This was more than enough to intimidate Aria into keeping her mouth shut for the rest of the meal.

"I'm glad you could finally join us, Severus. Please, sit." Dumbledore spoke softly, grinning at his friend.

Snape did not return the gesture, his features perturbed into an aggravated scowl.

"It is a wonder I even made it here at all, Headmaster." Severus sneered. "I suppose everyone else received a letter, detailing the time of the feast. However, sadly." He spat. "My owl must have fainted on the job, for I did not receive such a thing. Is it your intention, to excluded me, Professor Dumbledore."

The chatter had quietened now, everyone curiously listening in to the dispute. A dispute, which Dumbledore appeared to find rather amusing, evident by the growing grin appearing on his face. Taking a slow sip of wine, Albus let the Professor stand waiting on his answer.

"That is not my intention, at all, Professor Snape. But I assumed due to the ever expanding collection of empty FireWhiskey bottles in your rubbish bin, that you would be, shall we say, preoccupied, at this time." Albus shot him a disapproving look and a small frown before, turning his attention elsewhere.

"How dare you." Snape raged, ready to continue the argument Professor Dumbledore deemed complete.

"Take a seat, Severus, before you miss any more of the meal." Albus continued, like he had not just outed Severus' small drinking problem to the whole of the staff. This however, was the incentive Severus needed to sober up and act professionally once more. He knew this was a warning from his employer and if he continued his antics his job would be on the line. His replacement was already lined up. He thought, reluctantly taking his seat across from said woman.

As everyone had, Aria couldn't help but listen to the conversation unfold. Terrified of catching Severus' eye, she focused on the three rogue peas that danced around her fork. She thought about the Professor sitting alone all those nights he had ignored her, downing glass after glass of whiskey. Knowing him, he didn't seem the type to have a problem like that. He was clearly a very disciplined man with rock solid self-control. So what on earth could have forced him to act in such a self-destructive manner?

At least now she had an answer as to what he had been up to while avoiding her all this time but the main question still remained. Why?

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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My Mothers Recipe Book

You see your bosses true colours and quit.

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warnings:swearing

A/n: so here is my next Bruce Wayne one shot hope you like it xxx

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My Mothers Recipe Book

Alfred sighed walking into the master bedroom tray carrying two large coffees and a few sheets of paper printed from the computer. He was not looking forward to this. Not one bit he had managed to keep the boys quiet about it for the time being but now was the time, there had been...articles online from uncredited news outlets which he knew both you and Bruce avoided with a passion things could be said online which couldn't be printed, cruel and vicious things. But this time they had slipped up big time and he had a name. There had been personal things mentioned in these articles, things that only someone close to you would know at first this online tabloids scoop had been harmless or coincidence, stating the area where you grew up, school you went to and your previous apartment then it became more personal silly things at first, favorite brands, hangouts previous jobs and qualifications and where you work now that caused a few problems now you had to be picked up after shifts by either him Bruce or Dick. you'd mentioned that it had become worse somehow they knew where you were most of the time when you were out on your own places become overrun with the paparazzi having to be picked up by Dick from your favorite take away joint a few days ago when out of nowhere there was camera's everywhere then the next day horrid articles over your nonexistent weight gain and the 'cravings' for the pregnancy that also didn't exist. But this....this was worse probably the worst article to come out, it was an article on how your parents died and how you took on Jack... Going in to detail on how you 'blamed superman' for their death, which could blow up in everyone's face. Alfred was livid but vindicated this time their source was named accidentally he had managed to print it off before it was corrected, a statement was already being circulated that this was fake news, you did not blame anyone for the death of your parents and this was the doing of a vicious woman trying to cause you trouble. Thankfully Clark had got wind of it and was already working on something to help. But Alfred will not be settled until everything was cleared up in the courts. Sighing he opened the door to the master bedroom you was curled up in bed tears streaking your face Bruce was trying to comfort you but Alfred could tell he was furious.

"I suppose you have seen it? then I am already on it I've taken the liberty to have a statement sent out that you don't blame anyone for their passing, Mr Kent is also already working on something to show the truth." Bruce nodded stiffly you just sniffed rubbing your eyes making Alfred gripped the tray tighter this was not going to be easy to say.

"Who? WHO WOULD DO THIS?" you threw the tablet down on the bed Bruce tried to calm you down

"We will find out who sweets I promise-" Alfred crossed the room placing the tray down then lifted the paper

"It was your boss Y/n" you and Bruce snapped your gazes to the Englishman

"What- How do you know?"

“She was named as their source then it quickly changed I managed to print it off before it was changed tho...I have been watching these articles, Damien and Jack found them just after your kidnapping at first it was harmless but then it got more and more personal here see for your self this is the first one they put up before they corrected it" you took the paper from him with a shaky hand glaring there in black and white was your bosses name as there close source.

"Why would she do this? you know what don't answer that I'm going to work" you strode past the two men Bruce followed you over to the dresser.

"Sweets we can handle this-" you turned abruptly to him making him flinch when he saw your face you was seething

"I know that I'm going in to talk just talk and there is something there that I need t pick up before anything happens nothing more I promise"

"I can come with you-"

"Bruce honey you have to be at the tower today I will be fine....okay I will be calm but shes done a lot of damage here, I'm getting death threats on twitter! she doesn't get to breeze through this no fucking way shes going to look me in the eye and tell me why!" Bruce nodded knowing that you wasn't going to let this go.

"Alfred can take you....take Tim just in case" you nodded pulling your pajama top off ignoring the way Alfred shielded his eyes with the article just in time making Bruce scoff

"Tim why whats he gonna do?....oh yeah I forgot" you quickly slipped on a black pair of leggings and oversized sweater and left the room calling for Tim to get his ass out of bed.

"I will look after her sir and I will have eyes on the whole thing" Bruce nodded"Thank you Alfred I know you will take care of us you always have" Alfred smiled at him leaving the room with your coffee taking to the kitchen. twenty minuets after Bruce left you was in the back of the rolls Royce sitting wound up Damien was as stiff as a board next to you Jack had tagged along to looking just as angry fists clenched, Tim was supposed to come but once Damien heard what had happens he had....insisted Tim tried to reason with him but...apparently when it come down to it Damien is the one in the family not to fuck with as Tim had backed down pretty fast and by pretty fast you meant as soon as he looked into the younger boys eyes.

"Boys please relax your making me nervous, we are just going to talk I want answers"

"That’s such a bitch thing to do tho, to bring mom and dad into it..." you looked to jack he was as sad as he was angry it made you worse...you were out for blood today no one fucks with your family. Damien was worrying you, he was quiet calm and you could feel waves of....well you didn't know what it was but it was making you want to run ad hide from him yourself, killer instinct or just pure unadulterated wrath and violence coiled tight in the small teen your blood would have run cold if you hadn't been so angry yourself.

"Dami? you alright there bud?" he turned stiffly his eyes said it all he was not alright he was pissed biting at the bit to fuck this woman up. Shit. you didn't have all the details but you know Damien was raised to be , well putting it bluntly a killer and from little bite you heard he was pretty good at it.

"I'm fine, this woman how long have you worked for her?"

"Shit its gotta be five years nearly six" Damien nodded then looked back out of the window you was here her car was out the front. you took a deep breath seeing the barrage cameras out the front all of them held one of the cafes takeaway cups in hand.

"Would you like me to pull around the side?"

"No I am not afraid, I wont let her see me run its time to grow up...If I want to be with Bruce this is what it means,I have to let them know me and I will stand on my own two feet" Alfred faltered stopping the car you cleared your face and before the butler had a chance to get out to open the door you were out of the car Damien and Jack close behind the Alfred who tried pushing to catch up as the paps smothered you. You bit your lip moving forward willing them all away as it got to much then Damien locked his hand in yours squeezing Jack held your arm, you locked eyes with them and smiled you wasn't alone. With a deep breath you turned around abruptly holding your head high and spoke clearly to the manic reporters who was shouting questions waving and yelling to get your attention.

"EXCUSE ME! that's better I apologize for shouting like that, I just wanted to get your attention, I promise to answer all your questions in a few moments but I've left something important at work and would appreciate you allowing me to pick it up first if that's okay with you" You felt a burst of confidence when you managed to get their attention quieting them one man scoffed

"What are you going to get?"

"My mothers recipe book" they all looked stumped a ripple of whispers surrounded you all

"How do we know you'll come back out?" you blinked looking at the other man who had asked and then nodded to the car

"My rides out here I wont be getting far without it" they all quieted down nodding letting you pass. Alfred stood a little stumped the confidence you had used he hadn't seen before he quickly jogged to catch up behind you entering the cafe. as you made your way in you headed straight for the kitchen Alfred lingered by the door making sure the small hidden camera in his jacket had a clear shot of what was going to happen in the small kitchen. as you walked in you noted that your boss was milling about the kitchen you smiled like nothing was wrong and walked over to where your mothers hand written recipe book was and tucked it into your bag .

"Y/n where are you going with that?" you faced her smiling

"Oh Damien likes the blue berry marzipan muffins so going to try and convert it into pancakes that way Alfred technically whine about muffins for breakfast." you said motioning to Damien who looked at you confused but nodded anyway you winked at him, then handed your bag to Jack who was standing behind Alfred.

"Ooh they would be good tell me how they turn out and we could do them here" you laughed a little at the woman, she had no idea

"I might just do that, tag you in twitter or face book...Bruce was talking about me getting my own shop around here after I made some at home" she looked at you from the top of her eyes

"Oh really?" you laughed and leaned forward

"Yeah but you know me no head for business...but I have got a head for other things you know I'm an overthinker its quite good actually I can figure things out pretty quick" sensing something was wrong she gulped and stopped doing the order forms leaning on the counter

"Is everything okay?" you moved a little and leaned back crossing your arms letting you smile fall into what must have been a nasty face as she swallowed

"I don't know how about you tell me" she laughed nervously trying to wave you off

"What do you mean whats happ-"

"Why did you do it?"

"Excuse me?"

"How much did they pay you? I hope it was a lot." you said looking around the kitchen slowly as if really seeing it for the first time, falling apart tiles, a tap that leaks, flickering light and dirty grout could do with being ripped out and starting again.

"Do what?"

"You know what? that articles online I know it was you" she laughed shaking her head

"I haven't done any articles I think your getting a little big headed aren't you? not everyone cares about you, " you nodded slyly

"They didn't tell you did they? you were named yesterday in the one about my Parents" the color drained from her face and she stuttered.

"Wh-what?! they said they wouldn't do that!" you stood tall smirking at her the smug feeling didn't last long as you realized this woman who had been like a second mum to you had betrayed you, literally put a price tag on your trust and sold it.

"So you have been giving out information about me...gossiping about me to the tabloids..Why Why would you do that?" she had the decency to look a little ashamed of herself.

"I'm sorry, they offered money for an interview when I was seen at the Restaurant with you...At first it was harmless and I thought I could ramp up business if I let people know where you worked...it escalated from there" you closed your eyes trying to calm yourself down Damien growled loud at the woman but you placed a hand on his shoulder pushing him back a little.

"Escalated your damn right it escalated You gave out my old address! what if me and Jack was still there and better yet why was you telling them where I was? they followed me for days! and rumors of pregnancies?" She flinched going to walk around the center island in the kitchen making to hug you but you took a step back, eyes searching hers for remorse but all you saw was the panic of a woman caught out.

"Do you know I had to talk Bruce down from that one he wasn't even angry that he was the last to know! he was over the moon that we might have a child on the way and I had to break his heart and sit him down in our room and explain to him I wasn't pregnant that it was a lie! only to find out it had come from one of my closest friend's. Do you know what its like to do something like that to someone you love? to upset them like that he was crushed ...And if that wasn't enough you had to bring up my parents! you didn't even know them and you know how I feel about the whole thing and about superman!" she shook her head

"I know you don't blame him for their death, I never said you did I swear I just said that you still found it hard without them here, that you wished they were here to see jack grow up that's all I swear" you shook your head.

"I'm sorry but I don't believe you...these five years how much was it worth? you put a price on my trust..." she ran a hand threw her hair huffing anxiously

"I'm sorry I never meant for it to go this far...I needed the money" you laughed "You needed the money nearly eleven hundred a day goes in that till and you needed the money? sorry if I don't buy that." she got defensive looking you up and down

"Well its not like you would understand" you shook your head

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Well we can’t all be sugar babies like you? I've got bills to pay you know rent , tax water that kind of stuff you going to tell me if someone wanted a few comments from you for a few thousands dollars you wouldn't do it" you clenched your jaw, Damien growled at the woman trying so hard not to pounce her.

"No I wouldn't have because we were friends!....Is that what you think of me? a sugar baby?"

"Well that seems to be your claim to fame doesn't it? fucking a billionaire then suddenly you've been given everything? the poor orphan girl who heroically took on her brat brother, one night on your back and your set for life. House,money boyfriend rewards for loosing your dignity no class at all!" you froze that hurt, the venom and spite in her words

"No class...It would seem I have more then you. I haven't ever done anything to you, so all this came from what jealousy? having the paparazzi follow me spreading rumors? for what a few more coffee sales and a bit of revenge? because I got everything you'll never have, A Family and someone to share my life with.... That’s very sad" you moved to got to the door she smiled nastily no point in her continuing with the nice girl act now she had shown her true colors. "you know your not famous? walking around like you are but your not" you smiled widely at her leaning in.

"No I'm not truly famous...but I'm more famous then you, I quit by the way and I do hope you have money for a lawyer because this is slander and invasion of privacy"

"You've got no proof it was me." she said snidely

"Oh but I have, a recorded confession smile your on camera" she froze knowing she was utterly fucked you smiled and leaned in to her ear.

"I am going to sit back and watch you fall, you tired to destroy me and my new life and failed but most of all you hurt the ones I love so now I am going to destroy yours, I’m going to take you to the cleaners, your going to lose everything" she gasped no one fucked with your family she hurt you but more importantly she hurt Jack and Bruce and she was gonna have to have deep pockets to settle this one cos you was out for blood. You did one final sweep of the kitchen wanting to rub salt in the wound.

"You know...I always liked this place...Think I will buy it once you go bankrupt after our court battle" she stood there mouth agape as you turned walking through the door. Jack and Alfred was let you pass then quicker than you could register you heard a loud shout turning you saw her charge at you making to attack you but Damien was to quick for her capturing her throwing her back you winced hearing her back hit the metal counter in the kitchen

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY MOTHER!" you all froze as he shouted not knowing what to do Alfred nodded his head in Damien direction.Get him out. you placed a hand on his shoulder he panted shaking he was angry very angry then looked at you

"Dami, thank you but we have to go now okay? come on Dami go to the car for me please"

"Are you hurt Ummi?" you shook your head not understand what he called you, or why Alfred had gasped so loud at it but didn't care all you wanted was to calm him down and get him out of here.

"No honey you stopped her before she could get to me"

"A-are you mad?" you smiled at him shaking your head again

"Of course not, you protected me just like you said you would now come on out to the car that's enough excitement for one day"and you looked at Alfred he knew what you was asking and nodded he had caught that on film thank fuck.

"She isn't your mother you little brat!" you somehow managed to pull Damien from the kitchen behind you.

"Shut your fucking mouth!!" you you shouted at her livid ushered the others out taking a few breaths as you walked out into the crowd.

"Boys in the car, Jack you got my bag still?" he nodded but Damien was quiet as you pushed him thought the crowd stopping half way taking a deep breath this had to be done, you had to get used to the public side, dick had said something the other day making you stop and think, if you don't interact with these people then you cant ever prove them wrong, you wont be able to ever stand up for yourself and that's what you had to do.You cant let Bruce do this for you all the time, not anymore.

"I'm going to make a statement are you all ready?" most nodded getting cameras ready for pictures and holding out recorders.

"I'm am sure you have all been listening and reading to recent rumors circulating about me in recent weeks. I have been following these myself tho had to be discreet about it, you see these rumors have been started by someone I was close to and I wanted to try and find out who, this is why I have been quiet about it.Last night there was a typo in the article about my parents passing nameing and shameing this woman,she has been handing out details of my personal life, selling my information and been telling lies one of which cause heartache for both myself and my family and has caused many problems for me in the past weeks telling online papers and paparazzi my location anytime she knew. this is a woman who I considered a dear friend and who I have worked for for the past five nearly six years I came here today to confront her, she has admitted to me today about her behavior and revealed to me and my family today that it was done out of spite and jealousy and also thought she would make more money if customers knew I worked here and would come in to try and get a glimpse of Bruce in the cafe. Today I quit my job here and over the next few days will take action threw the courts. I don't not blame anyone for the death of my parents at all, they heard the threat the world was given just like the rest of us but still chose to got to metropolis for their anniversary, they ignored the warnings and paid for it with there lives they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. And no I am not and have not ever been pregnant, this particular lie of hers caused myself and Bruce a lot of heartache which I can not forgive her for, The address she gave out as my residence is not my home any longer I moved nearly six weeks ago so please stop going there I'm assuming the new tenants would like a rest, I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to end these things but I just wanted to clear the air and explain to you exactly what was happening" there was a few chuckles echoing across the crowd person shouted out

"So do you Hate superman or not?" you laughed

"No of course I don't, he has done a lot for us even saved myself once a long time ago and I am forever great full to him for that, I am only sad that he has been dragged into this woman's lies and I can only apologize for that I'm sure he has more important things to worry about.Now if that's all I'd like to get going...Its a bit chilly out here and I'm sure the boys are getting board in the car." you turned and headed to the car and amazingly enough they let you, opting to take photos of the cafe you smiled smugly as Alfred pulled away speaking

"Well she wanted fame now she has it" Jack laughed

"Yes something like that....was that alright? I've not done it before on my own...Oh my god what if Bruce is mad? do you think he will be mad I did that? What if I said to much or not enough or-"

"It was perfect miss Y/n you explained yourself with dignity and respect, you were straight to the point and covered everything Bruce wont be mad if anything I think he will be extremely proud of you for handling it the way you did." you sighed and slumped

"Oh thank god all I was thinking was 'be like Bruce, be like Clark, be like Bruce, be like Clark" Alfred through his head back a little laughing and Damian shuffled closer looking down fiddling with his fingers

"You okay there Dami?" you watched Alfred tilt the rear view mirror

"I-I'm sorry I called you mother...and Ummi it wont happen again" you sighed dragging him towards you.

"Hey,Look Damien Your father and I are really serious you know that right?" he nodded slowly waiting for you to rant at him.

"And Because we are serious ...we have already spoke about you boys and this...Mother issue, I would be delighted if you called me mother or mom or u-ummi? but you don't have to...But if you do then I would be so happy, so so happy. But as far as I'm concerned we are a family already either way so you call me what you like okay? and that goes for your brothers to." you watched as Damian's face lit up he looked so young.

"R-Really you don't mind?" you shook your head pulling him in for a hug. Once you all got home you moved everyone into the kitchen and started mixing batter for muffins using your mothers cook book

"Are you really going to make me some blueberry and marzipan muffins?" you nodded to Damian

"Absolutely you liked em right?" he smiled nodding sitting at the counter watching you and Alfred zigzag across the kitchen like a well oiled machine the boys including Tim and Jason sat watching nibbling on the left over marzipan.

"Tim flick threw that book and find coffee walnut muffins" you called out as you placed the current batch of muffins in the oven Tim was quick to take the book from the side and look for the recipe.

"Coffee walnut? that's different for a muffin?" Alfred asked you smiled nodding

"Yep when mum found a flavor combo she liked we had all sorts of it thought Tim would like it... that book there is every Cooke family recipe its why I had to get it quick before all this kicked off" Jason peeked over Tim's shoulder.

"All that fuss for a book?" Jack smiled slyly

"Yeah but more then that...everything in the cafe was mum’s recipes, all the baking anyway without that book they don't have nothing they never made copies, can't make nothing that's why when we took it she asked for it back, she probably hasn't even realized yet. My sister is a bitch never ever piss her off y/n has destroyed her business with out lifting a finger!" they all gasped then laughed loud.

"Holy shit! you go girl!" Jason high fived you making you giggle

"I see now why dad calls you mama bear your scary" you frowned

"He still calls me that?" they all nodded humming you blushed you didn't know that, you looked up as Bruce came through the door dropping his coat on the floor pushing past everyone you frowned thinking something was wrong until he swooped you up into a long kiss pressing you against the counter making you moan the boys cringed and left the kitchen fast.

"EWW THEIR GONNA DO IT NEAR THE MUFFINS!!" you laughed pulling away

"And what was that for Mr Wayne?" Alfred cleared his throat moving to mix the new batter

"Saw the footage then sir? I told you to wait until later to view it we all know you cant help yourself when she gets... what was it again Mama bear?" you whined throwing a tea towel at Alfred making him smirk

"Yes Alfred I did and I'm afraid I'm going to steal her away its urgent" he said a smile in his voice you sighed

"Urgent huh?" he smiled hoisting you up onto his hips making you gasp feeling him grind his erection onto your core

"Oh yes very urgent, urgent enough in fact that I had to cancel the rest of my meetings and probably have a few speeding tickets in the post" you laughed loud at him

"Oh my god!" he quickly spun around making his way to the stairs

"FOR FUCK SAKE PICK A ROOM AND FUCK!!! STOP WANDERING AROUND!!JACK TELL YOUR SISTER"

"FUCK OFF TELLING MY SISTER YOU TELL YOU DAD HE'S THE ONE RUNNING IN WITH A BONER TIM!"

"STOP FUCKING YELLING!!" you rolled your eyes as they continued shouting and screaming at one another.

"You gonna parent them or no?" Bruce shook his head wincing as Jason screeched indicating that someone had hit/pushed/jumped on him

"A little preoccupied Sweets maybe after I've sorted you out....Besides Alfred wont let them kill each other" you laughed as he made it to the top of the stairs and rounded the corner hearing Tim's scream of

"FINALLY OI! THEIR OUT THE KITCHEN QUICK!" and multiple footsteps running back to the kitchen where the baking was happening .

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne imagine #batman x y/n #batman x reader #batman imagine #dc x reader #dc x you #dc x y/n #dc imagine

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clintbartonswife · 4 years

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i’d trade my life for yours

Pairings: Geralt of Rivia x Jaskier Summary: Jaskier will be loyal to Geralt until his last breath, this he swears. Notes: im sorry. descriptions of torture. mentions rape (not graphic in the slightest, more like an allusion, but tagged it just to be safe), major character death. This is the bad ending, for a nicer ending read the series below :) masterlist || nicer ending (p2)

Jaskier had always felt too much, falling a little bit in love with almost everyone he meets. The seamstress from Beauclair with the deepest green eyes he had ever seen, the knight from Kerack who had muscles the size of Jaskier’s head, the innkeeper and his wife from Rinde who had the warmest smiles he had ever seen.

All loves that he treasured, yet let go after a night or two, the heartache keeping him company until he found another gorgeous person to fall for.

When he finds Geralt at the ripe age of 18 it’s different, for once the bard doesn’t want to leave, a nagging feeling pulling him along the path by the Witcher’s side.

His love grows easily, from that of shallow appreciation of his honey golden eyes to a fierce want to protect his love from those that scorn him in every village they visit, a need to nurture the fragile relationship they were building.

It’s only Jaskier’s luck that the only person to ever intrigue him enough to stay seems to want him to leave, impenetrable walls built around his heart.

So, Jaskier writes songs of their travels, being respectful of Geralt’s boundaries whilst still trying to provide as much tender love and care as he could without scaring the Witcher, all the while falling deeper and deeper in love.

Everything starts to go wrong after the djiin.

He watches through the window as his heart breaks with every thrust of Geralt’s hips, the Witchers disinterest (which he had assumed was general Witchery distance) suddenly making more sense - he just didn’t like Jaskier.

Still the bard stayed, sewing his heart back together with every step he took beside the Witcher. His affectionate touches didn’t falter, not allowing his own personal hurt to affect his Geralt negatively. He still deserved as much softness as he could bring himself to provide - Melitele knows Yennefer wasn’t providing that.

Jaskier funnelled all of his creative energy in to his songs, more and more of them staying in his private notebook, too personal to be sung in front of Geralt, let alone the general public.

After each time they met with Yennefer, Jaskier was there to pick up the broken pieces the Witch left behind, baring the brunt of Geralt’s bad mood for a week after she had gone, heart chipping a little more each time as his hatred for the woman grows.

The last straw was the dragon hunt. The whistling winds whipping Jaskier’s hair in his eyes as Geralt’s words lashed out at him, vicious and hateful.

In the following two weeks, Jaskier drank to forget, falling back into old habits and into strangers beds with a new desperation.

The young farmer with hazel eyes - not as beautiful as Geralt’s. The miller’s daughter with blonde hair - not light enough.

The people begin to blend together, yet it doesn’t work. The heartbreak still radiates through his body, numbing him from any other emotion.

He’s too drunk to register that Cintra has fallen.

Too drunk to hear the rumours of the bounty on his head.

Too drunk to notice the Nilfgaardian soldiers entering the tavern.

Too drunk to defend himself against their arms that steal him away that night.

When he awakens the next morning, head throbbing with the familiar pain of a hangover, Jaskier is hit with a wave of nausea.

Turning his head to the side, he reaches for the bed-side table, blanching when he finds his arms restrained. It takes a few seconds to register that he’s in unfamiliar surroundings: the distinctly tavern smell (of weak ale and piss) gone, the slightly scratchy linens of the bed replaced with a hard wood surface.

Unrestrained panic swelled up in the bard’s chest, his instincts kicking in as he tried to mimic sleep.

‘Just breathe slowly, keep your eyes closed and stay calm’ repeated through his brain, sounding suspiciously like Geralt’s voice.

“-the bastard up yet?”

“He wasn’t the last time I checked, no sir”

“And no sign from the Witcher?”

“None sir”

Jaskier heard a scoff as the door opened, two sets of feet stopping at the side of the chair. Unnerving silence fell for a few seconds, before a heavy kick was given to his ribs, punching the air from his lungs in a loud exhale.

“Now listen here, bard” the bigger of the two men all-but-growled, looming over Jaskier as the singer blinked heavily to clear the daze that had settled over him, “We’re going to make this real simple. You tell us what we need to know, and maybe we wont kill you”

Scrunching his nose in disgust, Jaskier considered his options, “What is it that you want to know?”

Another scoff.

“Maybe he’s not so useless after all” the tall man sneered, exchanging an amused glance with the man stood in the corner, “Tell us where the Butcher of Blaviken is”

Self preservation was forgotten as the nickname stirred up anger deep inside Jaskier, the unfairness choking him, “I’m afraid I don’t know any butchers, not the biggest fan of hanging around long enough in towns long enough to befriend anyone in that profession I’m afraid”

That earnt him a sharp slap, the sting helping to ground him.

“Don’t try to be smart. Where is the Witcher - Geralt of Rivia?”

“Oh, I do know him” Jaskier answered, tone kept light and conversational, “Of course I haven’t seen him in months so I’m afraid I’m really of no use to you gentlemen”

Another slap.

“Now that must be a lie. Why would the Witcher leave his little whore behind?”

Now that one stung, the frown forming on Jaskier’s face before he could stop it.

“Aw, struck a chord with that, did I? He found someone else I assume - though Melitele knows how anyone can lay with a monster like -”

Rage finally overflowing, Jaskier spat in the man’s face, “How dare you call him a monster. He’s a better man than you’ll ever be”

A bitter chuckle, followed by a punch that left the bard tasting copper.

“I think you might actually be in love with that thing” he said, amused, “That just makes this all the more fun”

Jaskier held eye contact with the man, glowering as he slowly spat out the pooled blood onto the floor.

“Tell me where he is”

“No”

Two punches to his stomach, and a hard kick to his shin.

“My sister hurt me worse than that for stealing her brush when we were seven” Jaskier sneered.

“Where is he”

A backhand across the face, followed by three hard kicks to his ribs.

“Toss a coin to your-”

Another heavy kick to his stomach, winding him slightly as he keeled forward, a burning pain spreading over his chest.

“Oh valley of plenty” he wheezed, forcing his head back up to stare at his captor’s face.

The day carried on very much the same, Jaskier working through his repertoire of songs as he was beaten black and blue, the lyrics keeping him focused and alert.

The man in the corner just stood and watched, his silent presence looming over the beating.

“I must say” Jaskier eventually huffed, directing his words at the man in the corner, “Your indifference to this situation is highly annoying. Are you not enjoying the performance?”

His question was met with another heavy hit to his stomach, the skin there surely covered in a patchwork quilt of forming bruises.

“You bore me”

The voice was cold, cutting through the pain like a knife and replacing all feeling in his body with the need to flee, an innate wrongness surrounding the man.

He stepped forward into the light, pink eyes flashing at him, “I think it’s high time we shut you up”

The taller man grinned, a shark-like expression that just added to the bard’s discomfort, moving behind him to grab him by the sides of the head, tilting him so that his neck was bared to the room.

They’re going to slit my throat, Jaskier thought absently, half delirious with pain, this is it.

The slimy tendrils of magic prodding at his mind made Jaskier’s eyes widen in panic, struggling against the bonds in a fruitless effort to get away from the unsettling sensation.

No. No this was so much worse.

He could handle pain. He could handle taunting words and harsh treatment. The one thing Jaskier couldn’t handle was fucking mages.

“No - “ he gasped, voice distorted by the angle of his head, “please-”

Yellow eyes. Lips curled in to a snarl.

The mountain.

“Damn it, Jaskier!”

No. No no no no no no no. Not this. Anything but this.

“Why is it whenever I find myself in a pile of shit these days, its you, shoveling it?”

White hair. Curled fists.

“If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands”

Wet eyes. Shattered heart. A wasted life.

“Damn it, Jaskier!”

And it looped. Again, and again, and again,

“Ready to talk, bard?”

His eyes fluttered open, eyelids heavy, fighting to remain closed.

“Fuck. You” he hissed, words mangled through gritted teeth.

The mage smirked, fingers reaching for his temple again, “Very well. It seems like one hour wasn’t enough”

The last thought Jaskier had before being pulled back to the mountain was one of horror, that one hour had felt like an entire day.

When he came to once more, Geralt’s voice still ringing in his ears, Jaskier realised there was a new man in the otherwise empty room.

“Going to talk yet little birdy?” the man asked, voice far too light for the circumstances, his posture reminiscent of those that approached him in taverns with hopes of charming him into bed that night.

The realisation occurred to him as he noticed his hands were free, a rusty cot added to the corner of the room.

“No” he whispered, the horror palpable in his tone.

“Well that’s too bad” the man sneered, his too-rough hands dragging him out of the chair and towards the cot.

The irony was that in that moment Jaskier would’ve given anything to have been back on that mountain, Geralt blaming him for everything, rather than be faced with his current reality.

Of course, the mage wasn’t kind enough for that.

Jaskier wasn’t sure how many days had passed since his capture.

What he did know was this: his throat was too sore to speak, ruined from both abuse and lack of water; his body was so mottled that it looked like he had begun rotting, greenish-yellow marks covering almost every inch of his skin; his back shredded by the impromptu whipping session earlier that morning; and he wasn’t sure he could muster a smile, even if informed of the untimely and gruesome death of Valdo Marx.

But, no matter what they threw at him, he would not betray Geralt.

He had made this vow to himself during a quiet moment on (what he guessed was) the second day, that no matter what faced him - be it further torture, mutilation and eventually death - he would not speak a word of the little information he knew.

He may have ruined Geralt’s life, may have annoyed him with his incessant and unwelcome company, but one thing Jaskier could give him now was his undying loyalty, the one thing that no one could take away from him.

They wouldn’t take away his love.

So he breathed steadily as he looked as his hands, tied down firmly to the arms of the chair, taking in every detail of the calloused fingers that made him the famous bard that he was today.

“Last chance. Where is the Witcher”

Jaskier just grinned, the smile bloody and insincere.

“Fucking your mother I would imagine” he croaked, withholding the wince of pain from the strain on his throat, instead widening his grin at the look of anger on the man’s face.

With a growl, the man brought the hammer down heavily on Jaskier’s left ring finger, smiling sickeningly at the bard’s agonised scream.

“Where is he?”

Head fuzzy with pain, Jaskier scowled and spat his blood in the man’s eyes.

The sickening crunch of bone echoed around the small room, Jaskier’s scream ringing out as another two fingers were smashed.

The line of questioning continued until all of his fingers were unrecognisable, the bard humming ‘Fishmonger’s Daughter’ through tears as he tried to regain control of his breathing.

“What a shame” the captor said, fake sympathy swimming in his cold eyes, “Looks like you’re worth even less than you were when we found you. What worth is a bard if he cant play anymore?”

The man pretended to think, tapping his chin thoughtfully, “Of course! A brothel worker!” He paused, tutting again and shaking his head, “No you cant even be that, we’ve made you far too ugly”

Jaskier tried to ignore his words, focusing on his rattling lungs instead, forcing them to inhale and exhale.

Unconsciousness crept forward, the pain finally overwhelming him, Jaskier falling into it’s open arms gladly.

“-cher isn’t coming for him. We’ve had the word out for two weeks and got nothing”

The words drifted in to Jaskier’s cell, the conversation prying him from sleep.

“So what do we do? The bard’s not talking”

“We were meant to give a destination by yesterday”

“So we make one up, blame the bard when it comes back empty”

“… That could work”

“Then I’m guessing we kill him afterwards?”

“Theres no reason to keep him”

“Well-”

“You’re not using army funds to feed just so he can be your personal whore, Cahir would skin you alive if he found out”

Jaskier huffed a laugh at that - the realisation that his worth had finally been reduced to what his father had called him all those decades ago, ‘a worthless whore’, ‘useless to polite society’.

The conversation carried on, though Jaskier’s mind drifted, thoughts racing yet head surprisingly clear. He shifted in his seat, only slightly to the left, wincing as the healing whip wounds on his back pulled open again, the stinging pain keeping him tethered to consciousness.

Not for the first time, he wondered where Geralt was. Safe, that he was sure of, hidden from the greedy eyes of the Nilfgaardian army if their unhappiness was anything to go off of.

Had he found Cirilla yet?

Was Roach okay?

Was he taking proper care of himself?

And - in even his lowest moments - he found himself wondering how Yennefer was.

If she was handling the break-up better than he did.

If she was safe, happy, looked after.

Or maybe, perhaps even back with Geralt. The three of them playing happy families while Jaskier rotted in a cell and waited for a hapless death.

Being on your deathbed gave you a lot of perspective, Jaskier had realised, and he found it hard to even hate Valdo on occasion (until he regained some energy from a piece of stale bread thrown at him and immediately felt disgusted that the thought had even crossed his mind).

As the fog in his brain seemed to seep into his dimming vision, his thoughts returned to Geralt’s eyes.

“Goodnight my love”

The news reached Geralt as they were passing a backwater town.

“The bard Jaskier - I swear it was! They dragged him out t’wards the Nilfgaard base”

“Tom stop jabbering, they would’a been shouting that from the rooftops if they got ‘im”

Coldness seeped into the Witcher’s bones as the words registered in his brain, his eyes flying to Yennefer. The sorceress was looking at him with pity in her eyes.

“I can try scrying-”

“Please”

Ciri watched in awe as Yennefer set up her equipment that night in their camp, bouncing with barely restrained curiosity at all the new instruments that the mage seemed to summon from nowhere.

The young princess’ enthusiasm calmed Geralt slightly, focusing on her youthful movements instead of the dread that settled over him at the thought of Jaskier’s current situation, guilt hitting him every few minutes as he replayed their last conversation.

‘If life could give me one blessing-’

“He’s in Neunreuth” Yennefer said, looking up with a solemn expression, “in a Nilfgaardian fortress”

“They were right” the Witcher breathed, utterly defeated.

“So we’re going to get him right?” Ciri asked, enthusiasm now dampened by the morose mood emanating from the two adults.

“Of course”

Yennefer quirked her eyebrow at his firm reply, before nodding in agreement, “We’ll leave first thing tomorrow”

Geralt knew the second he stepped out of the portal that something was wrong.

“He cant be here” he thought aloud, “It’s been abandoned”

Yennefer frowned, her expression telling him everything she refused to say out loud, “He’s here”

“No”

Striding forwards, the Witcher advanced on the old manor house, nose picking up on the scent of Jaskier’s blood the second he reached the front door.

“No!”

Strides turned in to a sprint as he chased the scent, denial still swirling through his brain as he got closer and closer to the muted wildflower scent.

“Jaskier”

The name fell from his lips as his knees gave out from under him, the sight of his bard’s limp body hanging from the chair punching all the breath from him. The smell of rusted blood was overwhelming, a pool in the corner dating back months.

Geralt sat there, disgusted by himself as he imagined how long Jaskier had waited for him to come and rescue him, how long he had stayed faithful to a monster.

He wasn't worth Jaskier’s life.

He wasn't aware he was crying until Yennefer laid a hand on his shoulder, “Geralt-”

“No” he hissed, struggling to his feet and moving over to the bard, “he cant be dead - he -”

Eyes wild, he turned around to face the sorceress, rising to his full height, “Fix him. I know you can - you did it last time”

“Geralt-”

Anger overtaking him, he pulled Jaskier’s limp body into his arms, unaware of how much his own hands were shaking.

“FIX HIM. YOU NEED TO FIX HIM NOW”

“Geralt stop”

“YOU NEED TO FIX HIM” he shouted, falling to his knees again, cradling the cold body in his arms as he sobbed, “Please fix him, Yen I need - I need you to fix him please”

The woman sighed, brushing a hand over Jaskier’s temple, looking for any sign of life.

“He’s gone"

Geralt’s cries could be heard in the next village over, lasting well into the night.

Not long after, tales of the White Wolf, Princess of Cintra and the Raven Sorceress were spread far and wide, the image of Cahir’s head on a stick engraved in the public’s minds.

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okay ik this is an opinion no one asked for but now im thinking about the whole dan and phil joint branding as opposed to Dan Branding™ and Phil Branding™. also this is fully adding onto posts on @ browncesario and @ demonetisation’s blogs and i feel too awkward to tag them bc i dont wanna make anyone feel obligated to read this lol but if i repeat anything they said or their anons said its not on purpose!

but like, full disclaimer while i love dan and phil i feel like its always been kind of obvious that they were marketing their relationship to us? obv not so much anymore but like... as much as people who dont keep up w dnp like to pretend that their only awareness of us as a fanbase was creepy objectifying shippers who should feel ashamed for harassing them etc etc, they’ve always been way more tuned into their audience than i think people realize. like they’ve *known* what we’re like, and i dont even mean just the bad parts. like they *know* that a lot of their fanbase is queer and genuinely has looked up to them as queer role models long before they were out, and a lot of that hinges on us understanding they were a couple. and ik they resented it and i wasn’t really part of the fanbase until a few years ago but hearing stories of how dan would react on liveshows sometimes and the like, barely concealed resentment for the fans sometimes shows that while they definitely had issues with it (which like,,, is fair), they also knew they were kind of stuck in a rut. because if their primary source of fans are people who like seeing them together, that meant that their success as youtubers/creators/etc depended on keeping those fans right where they were.

and to be clear! i know ive never been here primarily for their relationship; i started watching them bc i thought they were funny together and had a good dynamic, which wouldve been possible even if they really were just friends. i didnt get emotionally invested in the projection part of it until later. but even so, i was always aware as a fan that they were selling to us the speculation of their relationship.

and this is def pulling from other posts ive seen today but considering the fanfic part of tatinof, the fact that they wrote fanfic in tabinof and incorporated shippy fan art into the youtube versions, giving the people what they want, even little things like the conjoined baking challenge vid.... they wanted us to stay curious about their relationship. Even if on a very real level it was literally bringing back trauma for them, there was this weird cognitive dissonance between “im angry at people for speculating about us” and “look here, dont stop speculating about us! look we’re sharing a sweater! look we’re being ~domestic~ in ditls!”

which is also why i thought the hiatus wouldnt last long tbh, like i was genuinely shocked that after the success of ii they would completely separate their brandings from each other in 2019. and i wont @ this person but someone said it best years ago when they said that joint branding had to die for dnp to come out. bc it really did; how could they keep up the speculation if we have literally almost all the puzzle pieces laid out? when they’ve primed their audience to actively hunt down these pieces (even if again, they would rather have not, esp given what they each talked about in their coming out videos), but they dont *want* us to put it all together, how could they sustainably make joint content while keeping the speculation fanbase there? bc once the speculation is over, people are gonna keep wanting more. (and disclaimer i really dont think this applies to like....anyone i follow on here tbh bc in general i feel like we’re fine w them keeping their boundaries where they are, but we’ve all seen posts like that that indicate that people *will* want more, and thats something that they’re unwilling to give and understandably so).

anyway this all goes to the main thing that brought all this on today lol, ever since 2019 they’ve been trying to cultivate their own separate branding from each other, and while i’m here for it tbh, surely they know that they’ll never escape their old joint branding. Which also means never escaping the spectre of relationship speculation. so i have mixed feelings about seeing dan act shocked that people could ever speculate about his private life once he became famous bc like 1) thats literally just what happens when you become famous, and 2) ....he and phil egged it on up to a point, and that doesnt mean it didnt upset them but it definitely feels off for dan to always be so pikachu face about having had fans that speculated about his relationship. like dan you literally wrote erotic fanfiction about you and phil, pieced together fan art illustrating it that showed you and phil in a homoerotic lens, and yet you’re *still* acting shocked and indignant that fans got invested in your relationship/the possibility of your relationship?? idk man. its confusing bc at the time i took things like that as “oh, we’re in on the joke,” but ever since 2019 they’ve made it more clear that we’re not, but we’re also not *not* in on it to an extent (looking at you, cah phan edition)

so im def still excited for dan’s book (like the subject doesnt terribly interest me tbh but i do wanna see what he does with it and read whatever highlights inevitably get posted on here), but as always w the end of regular joint content, im lowkey here for the over-analyzing about the relationship between dan, phil, their fans, and their content bc dear god we never run out of material to rant about

#see this is why i knew i needed to make my own post instead of a tag rant that someone fully did not ask for lmao #and i might delete this one too tbh #i just wanted to get my thoughts out here #bc while we’re being critical i have Opinions lol #but i really do still love them!#fully comfort youtubers and that’ll never change #im here bc they’re funny but im also here bc they’re fun to poke at #and the whole community on here is fun to analyze #anyway #dnp #my post #long post //#i’d say lemme know if i should tag anything so ppl can block posts like this #but its not like i make them a lot anyway so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#im mostly just here to procrastinate editing my actual essays for school

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Clean Love ch. 2

Pairing: Eventual Mob!Steve x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, a swear here or there, minor shit talk

Summary: She’s a city girl, an artist with a day job, because how else is she gonna pay the bills. She cleans for Tony Stark’s offices, one day she has the pleasure of cleaning up a mess made by the most feared boss in all of New York, Steve Rogers.

A/N: This one is a little bit shorter, I hope you all enjoy it! Due to working full time and stuff at home causing me to be the only person home in the evenings for my sisters it might take a bit longer between updates than I’d like. Originally I wanted to post this back on Saturday. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!

Part 1

“The Cleaner is here”

You weren't the most comfortable in the spotlight, in fact you often preferred not to be the center of attention. The center of attention was always Felicia, that bitch. You stepped into the room, a small nervous smile on your lips, because of course Mr. Stark had company, large company too. You glanced at the men, both to the right in the room, one standing the other sitting, both smoking.

The one that sat had dark hair and cold blue eyes, the hand holding the cigarette to his lips seemed to glint in the sunlight. A second glance at his hand and yup, ok he has a hand made of metal! Fun… you do not wanna be on his bad side. The other man stood tall, back straight as a ruler. His features were both sharp and soft at the same time, hair golden against the dark grey office walls.

His eyes, like the man beside him on the couch, were blue, a different blue though. His eyes, like his features, were soft and hard at the same time, on top of that they were a beautiful shade, one that rivaled the sky above the oceans, maybe almost as clear as the Caribbean seas. Not that you had seen said waters except in photos, but still you could compare just fine and dream. Those eyes were something you wanted to paint, the shade of blue so stunning it made your stomach flip.

“You aren’t Hardy, where is she? And who the fuck are you?” Mr. Stark stood and moved around his desk, forcing your eyes to move back to him. The tone of his voice startled you, causing you to flinch slightly.

Swallowing hard, you met his eyes pulling back your shoulders and correcting your posture, “I’m sorry Mr. Stark, Felicia went home about 20 minutes ago with the other cleaners. She had a previous engagement and asked me to cover for her.”

He nodded, “And who the hell are you?”

“Y/n L/n sir, I’ve worked here for the past two years as a cleaner.” Stark nodded and sat back down. He frowned thinking, looking over at the tall blond.

The blond put out his cigarette, “Buck, go collect Ms. Hardy for us please. Ms. L/n, we’d appreciate it greatly if you’d clean up that little mess we made. I apologize for all the inconveniences with this.”

You blushed softly, god DAMN! His voice was soft and smooth, it was amazing and you wanted to hear him say your name again. You nodded and headed to the desk setting down your cleaning bucket and kneeling down to work. The dark haired man stood and made his way out of the room. You took out a bottle with a slightly watered down bleach and sprayed down the blood wiping at it with a rag.

Mr. Stark walked over to the other man and whispered with him. While cleaning and scrubbing the dried blood from between the tiles, you glanced up at the two men. Stark had his back to you and the other man wasn’t facing you, more so he stood perpendicular to your line of sight, with his shoulder facing you, he took a long drag of the cigarette between his thick digits.

Stark had a hand on the larger man’s shoulder, “Steve, we don't hurt women remember,” Stark was bad at whispering. You could hear them even if you weren't trying. Your eyes fell back to the floor, scrubbing at a stubborn spot.

“We aren’t Tony, just scaring her. She knows the rules as a supervisor. She isn’t supposed to send others to do her job, when you call her she needs to be here.” the larger man, Steve, spoke hushed, a better whisper than Stark could manage. You could feel this Steve guys eyes on you, it made you scrub faster pushing up the sleeves on your uniform to scrub harder at the last spot.

You applied more pressure to get between the tiles and hissed quietly as your knuckles caught the edge of one of them. You yanked your hand away shaking it off and dropping the rag. It didn't break the skin and you weren’t bleeding, so that was good, but the skin was still red and a little ripped. My own damn fault for not wearing gloves, you thought, I’m almost done and then I can go home and paint and forget all of this.

“You alright doll?” his voice called over, mild concern lacing his disinterested tone.

“I I’m fine sir, almost done and then I'll be out of your hair. No problems.” You stumbled through your words, his presence was intimidation and powerful, yet also comforting at the same time. You kept your focus on the floor picking up the rag with your other hand, grabbing blindly at your bottle of cleaner and spritzing the spot once more to scrub.

A pair of pointed oxfords came into your line of sight, stopping your movements. Your eyes slowly followed the shoes up the man's legs, past his slim hips, to his broad shoulders and finally meeting those piercing blue iris’. His face was even more handsome close up, Steve moved to kneel down in front of you, his body still large and looming.

He held out his hand, “You scraped your knuckles, let me see, doll.”

You blushed harder at the pet name, it was cute and old fashioned, but sweet. Slowly you reached out to his hand placing your ‘injured’ hand in his, “I’m fine really sir, just a scrape like you said. I I’m all done cleaning up the floor, I I can leave and go now. I promise I wont say a word to anyone.”

You thought the man in front of you was the most beautiful you’d ever seen, but the way he and Mr. Stark spoke about wanting to hurt and scare Felicia, about wanting to teach her a lesson made you realize that you should in no way shape or form want to be associated with them besides as their legal employee. A soft chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts, you glanced at his lips that were curled in a smile before taking in his face. This Steve looked amused by your words and shy demeanor.

“Of course, why don’t you go gather your things and wait in the lobby. I’d like to give you a ride home, another apology for the inconvenience and stress Ms. Hardy has caused you this evening.” he smiled charmingly, god you could’ve sworn his teeth just did one of those cheesy commercial sparkles.

You nodded quietly, figuring a ride in a warm car would be better than the 10 block walk and 5 minute train ride back to your dingy apartment, “Thank you Mr. uhm..” you sat there looking at him for a moment, still having no idea who the hell the man in front of you was.

“Rogers, Steven Rogers. Pleasure to help such a pretty dame as yourself,” he helped you to your feet and put your things into your little bucket and handed it over to you. Taking it quietly you broke eye contact realizing who exactly was offering you such sweet words and a warm ride.

“Thank you Mr. Rogers.”

“It’s no problem doll,” he looked to the door as someone pushed it open, “ Perfect timing Sam, please go with Ms. L/n to gather her things. I’ll meet you both in the lobby in 10”

“Sure thing boss.” You looked over to see who would go with you. He was a kind looking man with a hard set face, handsome and tall nonetheless, his eyes filled with mischief and more warmth than you would've thought. You stepped away from the intimidating blond and towards the door when Stark called your name.

“Y/n, tomorrow I’d like you to report straight to my office once you’ve punched in for the day.”

“Y-yes sir, Mr. Stark.” with that you scurried out of the door back to the service elevator with this Sam character trailing behind you.

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alfvaen · 3 years

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Okay, so I have literally never posted on tumblr before (well, one post on a different blog but it’s all abandoned now so whatever); I’ve been using it to read but I still never really got the hang of it so whatever. But I am a sucker for certain types of memes, and what somebody called an Ask Box Game, seen chez @lianabrooks and unspecifically tagged. So let me actually my personality a bit.

Favourite colour: Purple, I guess. It doesn’t define my identity that much, and it’s not like I can ever find clothes in this colour, but yeah, purple.

Last song / album: Ha. So I am nearly constantly listening to music and almost as constantly buying music, so it depends what you mean. Last song I listened to was part of my chronological relisten (currently I am up to 1987), “Cool Love (Cooler Remix)” by Alta Moda. Last full album I listened to was “Haven’t Got The Blues (Yet)” by Loudon Wainwright III (2014), which I just bought a few days ago. But the most recent album I bought looks like it was “Cosmic Wheels” by Donovan off of eMusic, I haven’t processed it yet so it’s not in my library.

Last movie: “The Prestige”, which I watched on Disney+ on Sunday night (while my wife is out of town). I’d never seen it before, but I knew a few things about it, including one of the major spoilers. It was pretty good.

Currently Reading: Yesterday I finished a reread of “With A Tangled Skein” by Piers Anthony (I haven’t reread that series in, like, decades, and I’m not sure how it’s holding up now), also finished Alison Bechdel’s “The Essential Dykes To Watch Out For” (from the library; I’d only heard of the Bechdel Test, I had no idea she had a long-running comic. As an allocishet guy I found it really interesting, though in the W Bush years it seemed to get a little strident--perfectly understandable but not as fun to read). I’m also reading some comics on Marvel Unlimited, going past where I stopped in my teen years; I’m up to December 1991, just finished the original Infinity Gauntlet series. And today I’ll be starting a read of “Wool” by Hugh Howey, which I downloaded as a free ebook at some point. (ETA: Oh, yeah, and I had started Ed Yong’s “I Contain Multitudes”, a nonfiction book about bacteria, before I got library books a while ago, so now I’ll be getting back to it.)

Currently Watching: A few weeks ago my eldest son was craving a rewatch of the “Planet Earth” documentary series, so he got it from the library. I was only really interested in a couple of the episodes, and last night I joined all three kids for the Deep Ocean episode. (I am fascinated by ocean creatures though in general I find the ocean extremely disturbing and if I ever fell into it I would probably die.) Meanwhile I have been cycling through a number of shows, a few episodes/one disc at a time, and am currently rewatching the first disc of Season Two of “Friends”.

Currently Craving: I’ve been playing a Europa Universalis IV game with the Extended Timeline mod (so you start back in like 48 AD instead of the 1400s), where, as my wont, I cheat to give myself free money and rapid technological advancement and see how it takes to colonize/conquer the world. This time I started as the Visayan Empire in the Philippines and just entered the 9th century; I have conquered Asia up to about the middle of India, have discovered cannons, have pretty much explored the entirety of the world’s oceans and coastlines, and am just starting to colonize Africa; haven’t actually started on the Americas yet. So what I am craving is: playing more of that. Instead I have to work today.

Coffee or Tea: Tea. I rarely bother to make it for myself, but I will drink it; I never drink coffee.

TAGGING: I don’t know that anyone who’s not a sexbot is following me, so if you see this consider yourself tagged.

#friends #ask box game #eu4 #alison bechdel #hugh howey #prestige #alta moda #loudon wainwright iii #planet earth

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fishyboywrites · 3 years

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Ghostbur does not have a good time

note: this was written pre-canon revival, so it does not line up with canon events.

(Also check tags for tws)

After another failed revival attempt, Ghostbur realizes something, runs away and gains an attempt at comfort

Words: 974

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30430605

Ghostbur felt himself falling again after Phil stabbed him in the chest once again. They where trying to revive him for hours now, Phil using dozens of totems while stabbing him the same way as how he did at his death over and over again, growing more frustrated each time.

Ghostbur didnt know why it didnt work, all the steps where done just as the book told them too. They had tried every little thing but nothing worked. There wasnt even a difference between what happend each time Phil had tried again.

As Ghostbur landed again, still very much a ghost like all the other times, Phil yelled out in frusteration.

"Why are you still dead? I read this book a hunderd times over again! I followed each step word for word! Everything should go well and I should get my son back!"

Ghostbur anxiously took a step back, he wasnt afraid of Phil, but as the man grew angrier Ghostbur couldnt help but stay a further distance away from him. Phil just continued yelling at nothing (or him).

"I have all these totems, I got all these special things from the nether, I broke the server rules to get this end crystal and I know I have a willing soul why wont this work!"

oh Ghostbur felt his eyes widen as he heard the last requirement. Was it not working because he didnt want to be alive? He wanted to be alive right? To make Phil and the other people working on his resurrection happy! But did he really want to be alive? He didnt know. Should he tell Phil? No. He should just leave and make sure he wants to be alive so Phil wont have to deal with this frustration anymore.

"h-hey Phil can we take a break? Maybe you just need more energy for all this, maybe we both need more energy"

"Ghostbur no we shouldnt, you know what fine, lets take a break this is costing me way to much energy"

Ranboo never knew Ghostbur that well, sure he had seen and talked with the ghost on a few occasions but he never got to know the ghost. But as he saw the ghost talking to himself, walking in circles and quite upset he found himself walking towards the ghost and gently placing a hand on the ghosts shoulder.

"Oh! Uhm hey Ranboo! Dont mind me just a little stressed but nothing wrong here! hehe.."

Ranboo doubted that. No-one who was walking in circles close to crying was ever okay. He knew from experience in his panic room.

"Hey uhm Ranboo why are you looking like that? I am speaking the truth Im completely fine! And if im not i have some blue? Oh uhm here have some!"

Ghostbur forcefully put some blue in his hands, the dye was already a deep blue, filled with was probaly Ghostburs worries and fears. Ghostbur however didnt notice, probaly trying to think of an exuse to leave or a reason to why he was completely fine.

"Ghostb- I- Ghostbur we both know that isnt true. I mean I did kinda see you walking in circles close to crying. You can tell me whats wrong, I wont tell anyone." Ranboo looked at Ghostbur, he seemed to be slightly relaxing at Ranboos words.

"Plus I can just not write it in my memory book and you will be the only one remembering" Ranboo quickly added, which luckily got a small (but kinda sad) chuckle out of Ghostbur.

Ghostbur looked at Ranboo. "Well uhm, you can write it down if you want too! Not that you have too! But yknow id be nice to have someone to talk to." He said. "If you want to of course!" Ghostbur quickly added.

"I dont mind, I just want to see if youre okay"

"I uhm, can i really tell you whats wrong? I dont want to bother you!"

"No i dont mind"

"okay, if you are sure well i- you know how Phil is trying to revive me?" "He keeps failing and I think its because Im not sure if i want to be alive? Like I know Phil doesnt want me to stay as Ghostbur and I want to be alive for him and the people who helped trying to revive me but I just cant!" "And now Phil is mad and angry because the revival keeps failing and I dont want to tell him it might be because im not sure if i want to be alive! Like that would upset him so much and i dont want to do that to him because he spend so long trying to help me! and I- I-"

Ghostbur stopped talking as he broke down into sobbing, curling into himself.

Ranboo was suprised, he didnt know what to expect from trying to comfort someone he barely knew but it was not this.

"Uhm maybe he wont be that mad? He cares for you right?" Ranboo tried, but it seemed to only make him more upset as the ghost started yelling.

"I mean he already doesnt treat me like a person! He cares for Wilbur not me! But I really dont wanna go back to be him because he was bad! My own dad doesnt see me as a person but at least im not who i was alive! I was so bad when i was alive! I was scared, and i blew up Lmanburg and hurt everyone and everyone hated me and- and-"

Ghostbur broke into sobs again. Ranboo felt entirely helpless now watching the ghost cry, but he tried again.

"Hey uhm, I think uhm just let it out? It will be fine eventually! I uhm think-"

Ghostbur slightly looked at him.

"I just need a moment alone"

And before Ranboo could stop him, he was gone.

#dsmp #dsmp fic #ghostbur #Ranboo #philza #(last two only play a small role lol)#angst #hurt/no comfort #implied suicidal themes #tw crying #tw death #tw ghosts

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voidselfshipp · 3 years

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Welcome Back

Cw:none ask to tag

Ok to rb.

Summmary: after being separated from her crew (aka after the third movie) for a long time, lazaro returns and re-establishes her old relationshipps with much chaos in between.

(This GIF is gold pure gold!)

It was nice to be with her family back, she Rode down the dusty road into their New home.

One for the humans and one for them, the transformers.

And they are all waiting for her there.

Optimus de-transforms, smiling as she does the same.

--the mamacita is here!-- teased crosshairs-- be carefull muchachos she'll burn you!--he laughed--well fuck me! Lazaro no time no see! Beautiful as ever-- said crosshairs taking lazaros hand.

--you know I hate when you call me that, but i see you havent lost your touch, crosshairs, handsome as ever,still

--you know I like to tease you-- answers the green mech.

The green bot smiles before being yanked away by both drift and hound, who hugged her tightly.

--lazaro!-- shouted bumblebee running to her .

--bee! You talk again! Oh how wonderfull to see you!

--same here,old friend

--welcome home, lazaro-- said optimus patting her back.

They all got into the huge warehouse, they all transformed into a smaller versions of themselves and Walked.

-- we saved you a spot by the Window!-- said bee pointing at a huge room-- thats for you

--you guys are too kind!-- lazaro said, hugging bee.

-- go rest, after todays drive you must be tired-- optimus added patting her back.

She nodded-- on it, boss!

As she walks away she doest hear primes fans kick in.

-- youre...blushing? -- asked bee teasingly.

--Not another word-- said optimus walking away.

Bee starts to laugh with crosshairs, drift starts to Snicker, and hound tries to contain his loud laughter .

The following days she'd help around the yeager family, she didnt had the chance to interact with humans like this, in her normal form.

Now shes sitting on her bed, looking at some old Polaroid pictures she took with bee during the 80s, when they first met.

[...]

It was a warm summer night, bee was Driving with his human companion at the time , charlie.

--have you ever wondered if there were more like you here?,in earth...?

The car rumbles as if it was saying yes.

--Ive found a New car recently, its weird, want to check it out?

Bee de-transforms catching his friend.

--Look, It has the same emblem as you!

Bee gasped, well if he could he would, he Gently taps the trunk of the car.

-- 《we wont hurt you》 -- said the bot through the radio--《 im an autobot 》

The car drives into the yard, and de-transforms.

-- 《im bumblebee》-- said bee.

--Well, I dont have a name per se-- said the other autobot-- but you can call me Lazaro...

Bee shook her hand and smiled-- 《hi, lazaro!》

[...]

--remembering the past?-- asked none other than bee himself leaning on the wall.

--Can you blame me? You look so much cuter Back then..

The mech giggles helping her stand up--we were kids back then

Lazaro sighs smiling-- but you havent changed a bit-- said she cupping his cheeks-- youre still cute as ever...

Bees fans kick in, as she presses a gentle kiss to his metal lips.

-- ill see you around,I told tessa id help her with her college Papers

As she leaves bee just falls on his ass mumbling nonsense until crosshairs finds him

--lazaro again?-- asked the green mech.

--yep....-- answered bee.

As lazaro helps tessa, the human smiles,they are sitting in the yard, optimus talks with cade.

--ive seen the way you look at optimus yknow-- said she softly pushing her bot friend.

--oh shuuush-- answered she-- he'd never like me

--oh you CLEARLY havent seen how he gets when youre around

--how so?-- lazaro tilted her head.

--dad made a comment about him acting like a schoolgirl around you,and his fans kicked in...

Remember that day you complimented his sword? Ratchet said he could see primes spark glowing like a torch! Come on you cant be that oblivious can you?

Lazaro stares at the human dumbfoldedly-- I think I can

Later that day she trained with hound,optimus watched from a distance.

--its gettin' weird--said crosshairs-- you look like a creep

Prime Turns to him, slightly scared that lazaro might see him staring.

--Just messin' with ya boss

The autobot leader scowls-- thats not funny crosshairs

--yknow, I see the way you look at her, just go and talk, its not that hard

Prime shakes his head-- oh come on--

--Hey prime!-- shouted hound-- can you come here? I need to talk with ya!

--hes got good timing -- said the green mech.

Optimus approached hound,talking about how they needed some supplies, when hound left, lazaro and prime are left alone.

--yknow boss is good to be back--said she standing infront of him-- ive missed you so much

-- the feeling is mutal-- said prime trying his best to not trip on his own Words.

--ive seen youve been weird, is everything okay?,I know things got rocky after that bitch quintessa

He sighs,looking away-- im still surprised the autobots still consider me their leader

She cups his cheek, caressing it with her thumb-- youre a great leader, and a great mech, quintessa was a rock in your step but thats it, I know deep down-- she said pressing a hand near his spark-- is a good Man, dont doubt it prime...

Optimus looks at her and smiles, he kisses her and she kisses back.

--youre a good kisser as well-- added lazaro.

Prime laughs--its good to have you back...

Its late at night now, shes laying down in her bed, playing with a hologram.

She hears the heavy steps approach her room and the gentlest of knocks on her door.

--lazaro! Oí! You up?

--yeah I am-- she said opening the door, whats up?

-- cant sleep either?

--hmm

The green mech sighs crossing his arms looking away-- wanna...wanna go for a drive like the old days?

She smiled -- of course, lets go

Both go outside transforming into their vehicle modes and Driving off around the New farm.

They get near a slightly elevated hill.

The green mech de transformed and leaned on said hill, crossing his arms once again-- I love the calmness of this, nobody to bother me

--pft youre still holding that act up?

--what act?-- lied crosshairs.

Lazaro giggles-- saying you dont need anybody, youre a soft teddybear deep down cross, dont lie to me

Crosshairs rolls his eyes, but still looks at her-- I hate it when you see right through me luv

He stands closer to her taking her hand.

Theres a brief silence, she leans on him, and sighs.

-- yknow our drives always ended with us making out, remember that?-- said he.

-- I dont see why that has to change ~

He chuckles , standing infront of her and hugging her waist--yeah I dont see why

He kisses her, her arms around his neck.

He presses his cheek against her chest-- ive missed you

Lazaro smiled-- me too,ive missed you so much

Some hours later they return, exhausted they collapse on their beds.

And day Is soon to come.

Now, early morning, drift is pondering on life itself, concentrated balancing on his swords.

Hes then tackled on the ground, and he yelps

-- what the fuck-- lAZARO!

--did I distract you?-- lazaro lifts her head up on her hands as her legs are between his.

--yes you did-- scowls the mech-- what do you want

She presses soft kiss to his lips-- brighten up, optimus wants to talk with ya

As she stands up, drift grabs her hand throwing her down with him and giving her a proper kiss.

--come on you big flirt

She get up again and transforms into her vehicle form to go train with bee.

--is there anyone you havent kissed yet?--asked hound leaning on a wall.

--you-- answered lazaro-- but dont put a challenge on me

Hounds fans kick in and looks away-- haha fuck you

--well then-- she said-- im off-- she transforms and goes to the farms entrance since she was going to take tessa and cade to the supermaket to buy groceries.

As she drives away hound shouts -- Wait wheres my kiss?!

#ask to tag #💚cocky sniper robot💚#drift tag pending #optimus tag pending #hound tag pending #🐝youre my bumble bee🐝

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saharamae21 · 4 years

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Stronger (Kie Imagine)

Author: sguymon21

Summery: congrats on 100 followers!! i loved your it isn't your fault imagine!! i was wondering if you could do another platonic pogue imagine where the pogues realize that they wont always be there to protect kie so they teach her how to fight?? Requested

Sorry it’s a little short!

Warnings: none? Slight violence?

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The thing about having three guys for best friends is that you always think you’re one of the guys until you aren’t. You forget that you aren’t as strong as them or as big as them. You forget that you aren’t invincible until you get overpowered.

I was with the boys, drinking on the beach. This wasn’t unusual for us, but today was a little different. It had been quiet all day, not one kook giving us trouble anywhere. Not until now, when I was alone. The boys had stepped away for the moment to settle a bet and take care of something, leaving me to watch the beer. I watched as Rafe and his group of idiots walked up the shore of the boneyard. I could tell they weren’t happy about something, but when did we ever see them in a good mood?

“Free beer, thanks Kiara,” Rafe said, reaching for our cooler. I grabbed his arm, but when I did, he grabbed me by the throat. “I’m so sick of you pogues thinking you can touch us with your filthy hands.”

I listened to Topper tell him to chill out, but Rafe wasn’t having it. There was something wild in his eyes. The dude must’ve been having a bad trip on something. I reached my hand down, trying to find anything I could use to get him off of me. I felt JJ’s backpack and grabbed it. In a swift motion, I yanked the bag up and swung it around. The bag slammed into the side of his face and knocked him back a bit. I stood up and guarded all of our possessions. Rafe was furious right now. He grabbed me by the shirt. I wasn’t scared though. The dude was a psycho, but he’s never hit a girl before. I tried to push him off, but then pain began to radiate through my cheek and down the rest of my body. I felt my body collide with the sandy ground and felt dizzy. I heard some yelling and then I felt someone pull me up off the ground. Had Rafe just hit me?

“Kie,” I heard Pope’s voice. I turned around and it was him who had helped me up. “Are you okay?”

I couldn’t open one eye. Finally the pieces began to fall into place. Rafe had punched me. The cold metal of his ring had collided with my cheek and sent me flying to the floor.

“I’m going to kill him,” JJ muttered as he walked over to me. They sat me back down and began to check for any signs of concussion.

“Why would you do that? You should’ve just let them take the beer Kie!” Pope said. “Statistically, you’d have no chance against them.”

“Plus I’ve never seen you punch anyone in your life,” JJ added.

I shrunk myself down, feeling stupid. I couldn’t just let them walk all over me though. If I’ve learned anything from being their friends, it’s that money doesn’t determine our worth. If that’s true, why let them do whatever they wanted?

“Guys, you’re making her feel bad,” John B said. He looked at them and then back to me. “Why don’t we teach her so next time she can beat their asses?”

My head shot up and I looked at the boys hopefully. Pope bowed out saying he would be there for emotional support. JJ said he would help, but only if John B was our punching dummy. I smiled, ready to go. We drove back to the chateau and went inside.

“You should ice your face before we start though,” John said. “I’ll grab some ice.” My eye was nearly swollen shut, but the ice felt good against my skin. I sat down on the couch and watched as John B duct taped pillows around himself. JJ was laughing hysterically at how much the other boy didn’t want to do this, but it was John’s idea to teach me in the first place. He knew he couldn’t back out. After all the prep work was done, we went back out into the sun.

“Just for the record, I’m stating that this was a bad idea,” Pope said, sitting down to watch. I stood across from John B and JJ paced back and forth between us. He stopped in front of me and told me to ball my hands into fists. I made fists with my hands and held them up by my face. JJ immediately grabbed my hands and opened up my fists.

“When you make your hands into fists, you can’t wrap your fingers against your thumb,” he said. “You risk dislocating your thumb if you do so! Here.” He showed me how to hold them and he asked me to throw my first punch. He told me to aim for John B’s chest because we didn’t want to hurt him. I changed my stance so that one foot was further in front of the other and I swung my arm out, punching the pillow as hard as I could.

“Not terrible,” JJ said. He asked John if he could feel it and he said kind of. I felt like I was hopeless at this point.

“Okay,” JJ said. “Square your hips and lean into the punch with everything you have. Use your full body weight.” I felt his hands on my hips to show me where they should be lined up. Then he moved to my arm and extended it, trying to get me used to the motion. I smiled at how much effort the boys were going through to keep me safe. JJ stepped away for a second and asked me to try again. I thought about all his corrections and punched JB once more. I leaned my body into it and felt him groan and hunch over again. He gave me a thumbs up and Pope stood up and cheered for me. JJ began to laugh so hard. He high-fived me and patted John B on the back.

“Okay if he hunches over like this, grab his shoulders like so,” JJ placed his hands on John’s shoulders. “And slam your knee up underneath his chin. If he still doesn’t go down, go in for one more punch.”

John quickly moved away from JJ, scared the boy would demonstrate. I smiled at the three boys and pulled them into a group hug. I felt them all around me and thought about how lucky I was to have all of them in my life. They would always look out for me and protect me. How many people can say they have friends like this?

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daughters-and-winsisters · 5 years

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You placed the book back on the table, leaning back in your chair and letting out a deep sigh. Your eyes glanced over to Jack who was reading through the lore books intently, scanning the pages like there'd be an exam at the end. "Jack." You said, trying to tear him away from the books. He didn't even stir. "Jack." You said, only louder. His head began to turn, his eyes catching up as he finished the page, "Yes?" "We should do something fun." You stated. "What do you mean?" He asked, making you laugh. "I mean, you've never experienced normal teenage stuff. I know you can't exactly go to school, but you can do all the other stuff. You're living the dream of every teenager ever and you don't even know it. So I'm gonna show you what it's like to be a normal teen. What do you wanna do first?" Jack leaned back in his chair in thought before looking directly at you and proudly suggesting, "Homework." You slumped in the chair next to him, "You what?" "You said I've never experienced normal teenage things, like homework." "Okay, Jack. I meant fun things, if I wanted to do homework I'd just go help Sam out." "Oh..." "Tell you what, next time I get a piece of homework, you can try and help me, alright?" Jack's eyes lit up and he smiled, "Okay!" "But in the mean time..." You scanned the room, realising there was nothing but books and empty beer bottles, "come on." You said. He watched you stand up from your chair and put your jacket on."Where are we going?" He asked, still not putting the book down. Frowning, you closed the book for him and put it on the coffee table. "We're gonna go out, we're gonna find fun things to do, and we're gonna enjoy it!" You smiled, holding your hand out for him to take. Jack hesitated a little, but took it, allowing you to drag him up the steps of the bunker.

When you got on the bus into town Jack wouldn’t stop asking questions. “Aren’t we supposed to be researching? Sam said we have to know as much as we can about all the different monsters out there." "Jack!" You hissed, aware others could hear what he was saying. "Oh...sorry...but shouldn't we be training at least?" "There is nothing wrong with taking a break." You insisted. You felt sorry for him, he was technically two years old, but is appearance made him seem like a twenty-something year old with no life experience. Jack was practically a brother to you and you felt as though you owed him a good time as a teenager, rather than as a Hunter. "A break. You mean like watching Netflix?" Jack tilted his head a little, making him look almost like a puppy. "No no no. Don't get me wrong, Netflix is a Godsend, but I mean legit fun things. The adventure starts here." You grinned at him, pressing the bell for the bus to stop and slinging your backpack over your shoulder. Jack smiled and followed after you.

Hours later, after racing around town, going in every shop and down every alleyway and over every bridge, you both ended up at the mini golf place. You were winning, but decided to "miss" a few shots to make the game more of a competition. Jack took his turn, taking a moment to look around at all the different people there were. A family of three, another of eight, a couple, a group of friends and a guy on his own who seemed to be having the most fun out of anyone. "Thank you, Y/N." Jack smiled, making you smile back. "You having fun then?" You chuckled. "I am!" He grinned, "I didn't know there were so many different types of coffee...and the fairground rides that looked like deathtraps were surprisingly fun!" You laughed, remembering how hard it was to drag him on The Waltzers. "Okay, after this, we can do the ultimate teenage move." "Which is what?" He asked, handing you your golf club. You took a step forward, lining up your shot before putting. The ball rolled into the hole and you smiled, looking at Jack, "Duh, a house party! A friend from schools having one tonight while her parents are away and she said I can bring whoever." Jack looked reluctant. "Come on, Jack. It'll be fun! I won't force you to go, but there's nothing scary about them, I promise. It wont' be that many people, anyway." "Alright." "Oh!" You added, "And don't tell Sam and Dean it's a house party. They'll freak." "You mean...lie to them?" "Not exactly...just don't tell them everything."

"Where have you guys been?" Dean asked as you and Jack headed down the steps."We had an awesome day!" Jack said, not exactly answering Dean's question. "You did?" Sam asked, glancing at you.Jack was eager to recite your day in great detail to your brothers, making them smile proudly at you. "I'm knackered though," You said, grabbing an apple, "gonna head to bed. Oh, I found a case by the way. I'll send you the article, Sammy." You eyed Jack, shooting him a wink. "Yeah, sounds good." Sam nodded, "Night, bug." "Night, kiddo." Dean called as you turned the corridor to your bedroom.

The moment you were in you started looking through your clothes for an outfit. It was rare you had a chance to dress-up, having to always dress practically. You weren't exactly the most "girliest" of girls, but you still enjoyed the occasional chance to do your hair and makeup and rock an outfit that didn't make you look like a lumberjack.

Almost half an hour later, you had an outfit ready laid out on your bed. Seconds away from doing your makeup, you heard a loud shout."Y/N!" It was Dean. He sounded mad. "Shit..." You huffed, putting your cleanser back on your desk. This was not going to go well.

Reluctantly, you trudged to wear your brothers were waiting. Deans face had rage written all over it, whereas Sam’s was more concerned about what Dean would say to you, let alone anything else. “You wanna know something funny?” Dean snarled, kicking a chair out for you. You sat and said nothing.“Jack,” Dean continued, “seems to think that you’re both going to a party.” You glanced at Sam who didn’t show any sign of helping you. “De-“ “And that’s not all!” Dean cut you off, “He also seems to think that this hunt of yours is a way to get us out for the night. Now why might he think that?” He leaned forward, his brows raising to a sly smirk. You sunk into your chair, not sure what to say. “Y/N,” Sam’s voice was softer than Deans, but somehow carried a similar angry tone, “it’s different for you two. I mean, you’re hunters. And Jack’s not even human. You have to think about these things. You’re smarter than that, sweetheart.�� “Yeah but we’re not just hunters,” You looked your brothers in the eye, “Jack doesn’t know what it’s like to be normal! And yeah maybe i don’t know what it’s like to be unaware of the things that are out there, but I know how to be a teenager and Jack wanted to do something fun for a change!” Your shout made the brothers share a look. You whispered, “He was happy. I was happy. We felt normal. Why’s that so bad?” “Because you wanted to send us away on some wild goose chase so that you could go to some stupid house house party!” Dean snapped. “It’s not stupid to want to be normal!” You shouted back, standing up from the chair, “The only reason I didn’t ask was because i knew you’d both say no! So excuse me for trying to show my brother what it’s like to have fun! I just wanted Jack to feel as normal as he could because I know what it’s like to feel different...”

Dean’s face had dropped during your speech and Sam had gone quiet. Neither knew what to say. “You can’t go,” Dean said firmly, “but next time I’ll consider it. If. IF. You ask us first.” You smiled, “Thanks, De.” “Y/N we want you to have a normal life, but it’s difficult with what we do.” Sam smiles softly.“I know, Sammy. And for what it’s worth? I wouldn’t trade this life for a normal one.” “Hey, kid,” Dean started, “I’ve never seen Jack so excited to be normal. So keep doing what you’re doing, just less of this kind of crap and more mini golf.” You chuckled and thought about whether or not Jack was in trouble. “Are you gonna shout at Jack?” You asked. “Already have,” Dean huffed, “but believe me you’re in more trouble than he is.” “Yeah yeah, alright.” You swatted him away and left for your room.

“Y/N?” Jack asked, peering from behind your door. “Hey,” You smiled, “they broke you, huh?” “I’m sorry I told them. I got really excited and I’m not used to lying to Sam and Dean. I’m sorry I ruined it. I guess I’m not cut out to be a proper teenager.” “Are you kidding? Jack we did the most teenage thing possible.” “We did?” “Yeah!” “What’s that?” You grinned. “We got into trouble.”

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Requested by anon Request: How about a headcanon with the reader trying to get Jack to experience teenage life: normal teenage things: partying, naps, homework, mini gold, legit fun things! And Sam and Dean (brothers) are just looking on really proud Okay okay I know this was a headcanon request but I loved the idea so I turned it into a written fic, I hope that’s okay!

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