#now I go and do things that actually matter like replying to actual friends’ DMs or working on comms

[frosty-tian]

(Vent replaced.)

[sylustful]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Little Kittens Always Need Their Perch.

"okay, okay. you're spoiled rotten, that's for sure."

ever since you were dragged into a meeting with Sylus that one time, he's been taking you to his so called "errands", which you personally believe is just excuses he gives to show you off like some kind of trophy to his criminal friends. though... it does flutter a sense of pride when he perches you up in his lap and hold you close - not that you'd ever admit it.

→ TAGS: 16+, suggestive (bc Sylus is a pervert), but mostly angst & fluff, a tiny bit of objectifying reader(he's mean but we all know that), reader is a brat and likes to get on Sylus's nerves (as per usual), reader is referred to Sylus as his wife but it's not true.

→ MIKI'S NOTES: i can't be the only one who imagines mc sitting on Sylus's lap during meetings like some crime boss and his wife. this is a thought i had when i was looking through the poses in the photo booth and saw that pose, iykyk. oh, btw, the reader in this fic has a severe dislike for summer and hot weather. anyway, enjoy this little drabble of mine, teehee. :3 dm me for requests or follow more Sylus fics!

→ WORD COUNT: 1951

gun? check. watch? check. keys? check.

you sigh, closing your eyes and rubbing your temples. there’s no real reason why you’re stressed right now, it’s like any other business meeting that Sylus has dragged you; you just like torturing yourself with overthinking. countless errands have passed and not once has Sylus ever allowed you to get hurt or see anything that made you squeamish and uncomfortable - always taking you out before things got messy. it irritated you most of the time, arguing with him at his mansion about how you didn’t want him to be alone. he would always brush aside your concerns and talk about not wanting do “damage the goods” - in this case, you, to be specific. your chest squeezes at his disregard to you, even though you know he doesn’t actually think of you like that… you hope. it doesn’t matter, Luke and Kieran will be here any minute.

you look at yourself in a full body mirror by the door and lift your combat boot up, checking out your outfit and furrowing your eyebrows. Sylus always liked you in skirts: frilly, skater, short, long; so you got used to dressing up when he would invite you to his errands. n-not like you wanted him to think you were pretty or anything, just… wanted to maintain professionalism. it always gave you butterflies when he would rest his hand on your thigh and drove the car with his other, squeezing every so often. he would tease you by sliding his hand up higher under the skirt to the point where you had to reposition him and hold it still by his wrist, scolding him with reddened cheeks. Sylus would just laugh it off and go back to massaging the fat of your thighs and humming that god awful tune.

you take a deep breath in and out before a ping rings from your phone and you check to see the message from the twins announcing their arrival at your apartment. you take one last glance at yourself before you open the front door and leave your apartment, locking it behind you and to the car. it’s the peak of summer and the humidity is infuriating to you, enough for you to initially decline Sylus’s invitation to this meeting, but he reassures you with air conditioning and sweets. Linkon has been raining so much recently, you’re starting to worry about your future plans. Tara had been begging for a girls day out with you for so long and as much as you want to go, the thought of dealing with this searing heat has you clinging to the comfort of your cool apartment.

“glad you decided to join us this time, Miss Hunter!” Luke says with glee, opening the back door for you. “it’s been forever!”

you laugh, sitting down and waiting for the twins to get inside the car as well before replying. “it hasn’t been that long, but i missed you guys too.”

“just fuckin’ get on with it,” Sylus mutters, furiously typing away at his phone.

you scoff at him, shocked at his abrasive attitude. you knew Sylus could be brash, but this was just cruel. “don’t listen to him, Luke, you can take your time. i’m pretty sure we’re already late to the meeting, anyway,” you say, trying to comfort him.

Kieran looks back at you, shrugging. you know that he gives you an awkward smile of thanks by his body language, even with the mask.

the ride there was uncomfortable, to say the least. usually when Sylus takes you to wherever he needs to go, whether it be an auction for antique weapons, or a wine tasting event; he always chatted up a storm with you, talking about random things. but now, it felt as though you were sitting on a volcano about to erupt at any moment, burning you from the inside out. what the hell was his problem, anyway? is the meeting you guys are going to this bad? is it the people there? you want to ask but you’re somewhat intimidated by his appearance. Sylus was scary when you first met him, sure, but it’s been a while since you’ve truly seen him this irritated. should you comfort him? distract him? he hasn’t looked up once to you, swiping and typing on his phone, doing God knows what. you fiddle with your skirt, pursing your lips in thought. the awkward energy made you anxious and your foot tapped on the floor.

it was then that Sylus growled in frustration, reaching over to put his hand on your knee, forcing you to stop bouncing your leg. you look back at him, eyes wide as he glares at you.

“quit it, Kitten, or i’m throwing you out of this car,” he warned, and it sounded as though he wasn’t joking.

you still your breath, goosebumps appearing all over your body. despite the weather being as it was, you suddenly felt like you were freezing under his ice cold gaze. all you could do was look down at the seat between you and nod your head, suddenly remembering all the times your parents had scolded you. Sylus then leans back in his seat, propping his chin in hand and continuing to look at his phone. this infuriated you even more.

you grit your teeth, looking back up at him and grabbing his wrist. “what’s up with you? are you being a dick on purpose?”

Sylus quickly wrenches his wrist from your hold, looking up to glare at you. “how i speak to my underlings is none of your concern, dear hunter,” he replies, a vein popping out his forehead as he forces out a smile.

“those ‘underlings’ in question do not deserve to take the brunt of your anger,” you argue back, taking his phone. “you should be lucky that they put up with your shit.”

you lean back in your seat and go through his phone, all the while Sylus is one breath away from backhanding you. he keeps his cool though, not necessarily caring about you going through his phone. you both know he gets into nefarious activity as a crime boss so it’s not like you’ll report him or something to the Hunters Association. it would be your fault for seeing something you shouldn’t have or didn’t want to see. it still irked him that you held no disregard to his authority and did whatever you wanted, no matter how cute it was. but Sylus was in a terrible mood, the heat also getting to him. he hadn’t seen you in a while either, and he had to throw himself into work so as not to spend time with you. he hated having to think about you. a part of him wanted to ignore your dislike for summer and just take you out anyway, possibly being able to see you in a swimsuit at his private pool or go to a lake or something. he also hated being afraid to ask you such a thing. Sylus, the fucking final boss of Onychinus, fearful of a little girl rejecting his offer?

eventually, the four of you make it to the meeting in question, and you look out the window to see a very tall building. you’ve seen it in passing when you patrolled Linkon City but never had the ability to go in since it was only for high profile people. irritation irks at you in the realization that, again, Sylus was insanely and disgustingly rich. you suddenly felt the urge to sock him in his mouth. Sylus steps out first, the tails of his suit coat flying in the wind and tousling his already wild hair. he walks around the back and opens the door for you, taking your hand and pulling you out of the car. while his movements are rigid and silent, simmering with unbridled rage, his hand is gentle in your hold, giving you a gentle squeeze.

this is where you truly understand.

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“don’t waste my fucking time, i’m already pissed off,” Sylus growled, slamming his gun on the table and giving the man a warning look.

you watch as the man’s associates bring out briefcase after briefcase, pressing the sides of the handle and popping it open, revealing… powder? you step back as the thoughts slowly set in your brain. a white powder that has killed countless lives. a government official handling dangerous substances. your hands twitch, and you have to grip your wrist to stop yourself from grabbing your gun. you knew Sylus was involved in various criminal activities, but drug trafficking?! are you fucking kidding?! your eyes turn to him but he never moves an inch, staring at the briefcases with a look of indifference. you want to scream at him for forcing you to see this, but you know making a scene will only make things worse.

what you’re not prepared for, is Sylus wrapping his right hand around your waist and pulling you into his lap. you yelp, surprised by his action and internally curse at him when you try to wiggle out of his hold. it’s futile, of course, with one arm wrapped around your entire midsection and the other hand holding the gun. goosebumps ripple when the cold metal hits your skin and you can’t help but wonder how many lives were lost by this gun.

“i suggest keeping still if you want to make it out of here alive,” he whispers into your ear, his fingers drumming the skin under your shirt. “if people find out your identity…”

the urge to sock him surges back tenfold within you but you keep still as you were told. shifting your legs to rest on his lap, you wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his. his grip around you grows tighter, the tip of his gun tracing up the bare skin of your thigh. a part of you swells with pride at his body visibly relaxing against you as he takes a deep breath in and out.

“Mr. S, i don’t believe that bringing your… partner is appropriate for our discussion,” the governor voices, giving you the stink eye as he twists the ring on his finger. you feel bad for the woman he’s married to.

“wife,” Sylus corrects, readjusting you to sit closer to him on his lap, your ass rocking against his front, eliciting a pleased groan from him. “and i would appreciate it if you looked at her with respect or not at all.”

wife…

wife? you being Sylus’s wife? even if it was a farce for the man not to question you being there, it still made your face turn up in flames with embarrassment as you turned your face into his cheek. he chuckles at your action, kissing your nose.

“Luke, Kieran, get the car ready,” he orders, aiming his gun at the man and shooting point-blank between his eyes.

the sound makes you flinch and you shut your eyes, Sylus moving up to push your head into his shoulder. whether it was to protect or shield you from more death, you weren’t sure. bullets fly, but Sylus crushes them all with his evol, striking back at them with even more force. when it finally ends and Sylus lets go of you, letting you stand on your own two feet, your legs wobble and you hold the armrest for support, your head spinning.

before you can fall, he grabs you by the collar and holds you up. “what do you think, Kitten?” he asks with a wicked grin, moving his hand to hold your cheek with his thumb and forefinger. “wanna be my wife?”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for advising a woman to get married?

Maybe I'm digging my own grave because this website is very US centric but I'm hoping you see where I'm coming from. I (mid 20s M) come from a culture where arranged marriage is the norm. I have this friend Maya (early 20s F) who also comes from a similar culture, but the difference is that hers values consent more, whereas where I live, only the parents have a say in the matter. We also have a USAmerican friend Jade (late 20s F) who will make an appearance at the end.

Maya is a sex repulsed Ace, and she kept saying she will stay single forever. I know what the situation for women in her country is like, it would be very difficult to live without a husband. One day she made a vent post saying how her parents keep asking her to reconsider, that they are worried about her being alone for the rest of her life, and her father is worried about who will financially support her after he dies.

She didn't come out to her parents, no use of doing it since they won't even understand what Asexuality is. All she did say that she refused to marry a man she wasn't in love with, and implied she will never fall for one. She's trying too hard to prove she can be an independent woman.

Her family, out of concern, told her that marriage isn't about love. She can marry someone who she is compatible with and get along just fine. That many people don't end up married to the love of their lives and even if they do, they end up losing the spark anytime but stay because they built a loving home together.

I don't find this a bad thing. Stability is very important in marriage. I mean sure, I wish I could marry the love of my life, but if my parents decided that my next door neighbor would be my wife, I would go along with it because that's just how things are where I live.

I told Maya this and she got upset with me. She said my case was different because I'm a guy (??) And because I was hetero.

I told her to value her culture more, and she has the advantage over me because she can actually CHOOSE her spouse. She got angry and said I wasn't being considerate of her feelings, and she'd rather die than be touched by a man, which frankly is making me worried.

I told her she wasn't being realistic. She is fine for now, but she will suffer in the future. Being single in our cultures is very difficult and she needs to give up. She replied with long paragraphs about how she doesn't care. I say this because I care about her as a friend, and her parents from what she described are good people too and they care about her too. She doesn't appreciate it and thinks she can live alone for the rest of her life. Unlike the west, roommates arrangements aren't available here. If she loses her family, she becomes dependent on relatives who may or may not be available. Frankly I think she's very influenced by the western lifestyle which will get her nowhere in real life. And she's disabled and works a minimum wage too.

Maya stopped talking to me for days. The whole discussion was a on a public post so by the time our mutual friend Jade woke up (different time zones) she read the whole post and came to scream at me in DMs. Jade was Ace herself, she told me I was being sexist and acephobic. I told Jade that wasn't my intention but she should stay out of our business because she can't relate to our cultures and isn't being helpful to Maya, and she has it easy because she has the resources available that allow her to be independent.

AITA for wanting my friend to realize she's being unrealistic and things won't work for her in the future?

What are these acronyms?

[ethansluvbot]

Hey can you do Jack Champion x Actress!Reader, Where Jack has a crush on her and he like dms her?

FLAWLESS | JACK CHAMPION

summary: jacks had a crush on you for a while now. she's a great actress that he admires. one night he decides its time to finally message her.

warnings: none just fluff :)

an: sorry this is so so so short. i’m so sick so i’ll get to the request and write extra today!! i hope this is how you expected it :)

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fan01 you’re so gorgeous, i can’t wait to see the movie!!

yourusername thank you so much!!

jackchampion are you having a good time? the view looks amazing :)

yourusername i love it, thank you!

baileybliss trying to steal my girl?

masongooding my boys trying to make a move?

fan02 you’re so stunning

fan03 THE PASTA YUM

it wasn't unnoticeable that jack has a huge crush on y/n. he was always commenting, liking and reposting her post. he watched all of the movies that she started in and rewatched the shows. he even tried to get jenna to set you two up.

he would've made a move earlier but he was afraid of rejection. maybe it was the fact that he had alcohol in his system that he messaged you.

all he said was a simple hey, "really?" he thought to himself. he should've said something to intrigue her more. he threw his phone and ran away acting like a little girl. it was probably about ten minutes later that he finally decided to check his phone.

y/n scrolled through her messages until she saw his name pop up. all he said was a simple greeting, but you still was amused by it. she tapped the message quickly thinking of the best thing to send back.

hi :)

it shocked him that he even got a reply back. he tried his best to understand what just happened to him. (he’d probably start kicking his feet like a little girl)

i’m going to be honest, i don’t know what to say because i’m still in shock

that was the only thing that could come out after 20 minutes of thinking. she replied pretty quickly to him.

ill give you time to process this ;) i’m going out to lunch, maybe you can join me?

hell yes :)

jack spent at least a half an hour trying to pick a outfit. after he still didn’t figure it out he resorted to calling his mom. which she helped him pick out a outfit quickly.

it was a understatement to say jack was nervous. this is all he wanted. he wanted her. he got into the car and drove to the panera. to be honest he wasn't the biggest fan of panera, but he did it all for her. he would do anything for her.

she sat there waiting with a fresh bowl of soup. he was at least 30 minutes late to their "date". the sound of the bell from the door made her meet the eyes of jack. she smiled waving him over to her.

"hey! sorry i'm late, i couldn't pick out an outfit to wear." she nodded to him. why did she make him that nervous? it's not like they never interacted before. maybe only one or two times.

"i promise i'm friendly," she said brushing her hand against him. that didn't calm any of his nerves. he would just have to be himself and hope she would accept him.

an hour later they finally began to laugh together. it was almost like they had known each other for a long time. he wondered if she actually thought about him more than a friend.

"i really do like you, no matter what i'll wait for you." jack said. you both finished up your lunch and were getting ready to leave. you looked up to him meeting his puppy dog eyes. no one could say no to that.

you looked at his lips and then directly into his eyes. leaning up you attached yourself to his lips. your arm reaching up to curl in his hair.

"i'll text you later stranger," she gave him once last kiss on the lips. she never met someone like her. someone that she could spend her life laughing with. she wondered if something would actually happen between them.

[sunflowerxthoughts]

Just the two of us- Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: Eddie has a girlfriend. Hellfire hates her, Dustin is not sure yet. What happens when they take the teasing a little too far?

a/n: I made the boys a bit too mean in this one but anything for the plot I guess. I had a bad day so here's some angst.

TW: Bullying, the guys being mean. Angst :(

+ 18 MINORS DNI

Eddie and Y/N's relationship had been new for the both of them and the rest of group. It was hard adjusting. Suddenly there was a girl sitting with them. Suddenly there's someone watching Hellfire. The crowd of drunks now has a girl in them too. And they don't like the change.

It's not like Eddie was spending all of his time with her. He tried to balance it as much as he could. But of course he was so smitten with her he couldn't help but want to spend more time with the literal girl of his dreams.

Dustin... Dustin secretly liked her. She was sweet, he liked having a healthy relationship he could look up to when it came to his own girl and most importantly, Y/N had never judged them. And that was great in his books, but the pressure to dislike her was making him rethink the whole thing.

And now, of course it seems like the most awkward thing in the world. Eddie is late for lunch and everyone is in their usual seats. Only the table is completely silent and she is starting to overthink if she even belongs there. The teasing she could handle, the silence was cutting through her like a knife.

"So" she starts, looking up from her lunch. "Um Eddie is late."

"We can see that, thanks." Mike replies coldly.

"Tough crowd, okay." She whispers to herself.

She eats her lunch in silence, Dustin wants to smack Mike into oblivion until Gareth speaks, and all hell breaks.

"Why are you sitting here then?"

"Sorry?" She asks surprised. Sure Gareth hadn't been nice to her, but this was a little harsher than ususal.

"I asked why are you sitting here. Eddie is not here and the only reason you are welcome is because he is now dragging you by his side all the time. It's annoying."

"Gareth mayb-" Dustin can't even speak before Mike cuts him off.

"It really is, what did Eddie see in you anyway?" She starts to tear up then. No matter how tough you are, sometimes people just break when you have so many kids absolutely destroying you for no reason. "All you do is sit around all clingy, I'm surprised he has not broken up with you yet."

"What?"

"We're all waiting for the moment he realises you are not good enough and he stops waiting his time and our time on you." Jeff adds. "We don't have a DM anymore, we have a lovesick puppy who you somehow have tricked to like you. Good job, but it won't work with us."

"Guys you are being mean!" Dustin tries to stop them while she gathers all of her stuff in her bag. "She has done nothing to us."

"Can it, Dustin." Gareth says, "You aren't welcome here, grab your stuff and just go, do whatever you do when you aren't clinging to Eddie."

"You know what?" She starts, holding back tears. "Fine. I'll go break up with Eddie right now. See how you face him when you take one thing he actually enjoys and throw it down the drain because you are selfish little boys who deal with being bullied by bullying others. You are now at the same level as Carver. Congratulations boys, you've made it. I hope you are happy."

She's out of there before they can answer and Dustin is following behind her trying to stop what is going to be a huge fight for everyone involved. When he sees them talk, he knows it might be too late.

"Y/N wait don't! Don't break up with him please."

"What?"

"I'm sorry Eds, it's for the best. Maybe we're just not meant for each other. It's okay."

Dustin's heart breaks right then and there and so does Eddie's. She doesn't dare mention what happened because she wants him to at least have someone there. Eddie really does value his friends.

She is out there and heading home before either of them really take in what had just happened. Dustin doesn't really know what to say. But the guilt eats him alive when you don't show up in school for the rest of the week and cancels everything. He thinks he is going to explode, but even risking losing his friends, he knows he has to talk to him.

"Eddie can we talk?"

"Not right now."

"It's about Y/N"

That sparks Eddie's curiosity and his whole body language changes. He perks up but he just gets sadder.

"It wasn't for the best Eddie, it was because of them."

"Huh?"

"The guys..."

Eddie sees red. He sets up an emergency meeting and it's a bloodbath. He yells, he cries and he doesn't break anything only because it's school property and he doesn't have the money to pay for it. And after all is said and done. Eddie is fucking ready to climb outside her window.

The knocks startle her from her little pit of despair and ice cream. She knows it can only be Eddie and she doesn't know if she is ready to face him, but she does. Because after all, she'd do everything for him.

"I love you" He says as soon as she opens the window and he falls to his knees.

"Wha-"

"I'm in love with you and I couldn't care less about what they think of you. The only time I haven't felt like a failure outside of Hellfire is with you. And maybe I'm shit at expressing my emotions but everytime you hold my hand my heart just races and when I go to sleep I just want to wake up to see you again. Because for some reason you have decided I get to love you and I'm so, so in love with you."

"Eddie they're your friends-"

"And best believed I yelled at them. You are so nice to them, they had no right to be that mean to you. You make me happy and they should be happy about it."

"I'm not clingy?"

"Please I'd take you anywhere with me if I could."

"I'm not annoying'"

"If you are annoying, what would that make me?"

"My boyfriend, if you'll have me again."

"I'll be your boyfriend anyway you are. I don't care. And you are not annoying." He smiles and grabs her by the waist. "Now" He kisses her. "That's better. How about we put on a movie and forget about the world for a bit. We can deal with everything later."

"Just the two of us?"

"Until the end of the world, baby."

[infiniteko]

i just wanna say that even though there’s been surging a lot of controversy around those debunked posts, i’m still very thankful that you did it.

i’ve seen a lot of confusing terms (for example the ‘subconscious’ thing) and it never made sense to me as i read those. like why is that even a topic? 😭 and i’m just so glad someone spoke on it, cause that’s something i was willing to ignore and just “follow blindly” no matter what (very naive of me, but still).

it’s nice to have someone give you that reality check that you shouldn’t just take anyone’s word for it.

people can be offended all they want, but they can’t deny that what you guys are doing is actually helpful. if you don’t like it then just don’t engage with it.

thank you! བདེན་བྱས་ཐོབ་པ། 🕉️

On our stories it was mentioned that those post were by different accounts and the "dissecting" of posts is something that's been done way before too, to point up the talk of "subconscious" and "ego" within the ''modern' version of "AV". Claiming it was done because of an "ego" that doesn't exist and jealousy at play for not having an account that is being idolized is truly an interesting statement that stems from the illusory idea of being in a tangible reality.

At "Absolute Zero" like realitywarpingg likes calling it, "who" is there to idolize and be idolized? " • "

We replied and dissected because we're talking to our-self, about our-self. There is no difference so why not keep things busy?

With the same argument of "everything is illusory so why are you even replying?" or "Your actions come from the 'ego' " you might as well ask us why we still eat and drink, go to the bathroom or why we still buy food instead of just stealing it🤣or why are Chen and I in a relationship? Why are some of us studying nursing or still engage with our "families and friends"?

We're running this account for seeming unrealized appearances of our-Self. We know there is no one separate here.

It was never a x vs. y thing, it's "One".

We've deleted 521(?) of previous posts/reposts on IG months ago because we wanted to reduce the amount of dms and questions we reicive. "People" tend to obsessively rely on mear words and seek something that's right there. If they want to put "others" and their words on the pedestal, so be it🪷

It was said that "it's illusory but i'm still going to add my 2 cents because it's entertaining". For a lack of better words, if any of us 4 were asleep, not realized, our account wouldn't be here nor would we live the 'life' we're seemingly living. We'd still be deep within the "illusion" ! 📿

Now, we have nothing to lose or gain, we already have everything we want. Social Media is just a little side thing we can stop at any time.

Having an account or not does not change anything in our experience. It's already complete, we're not here to learn anything anymore.

Being realized doesn't mean you have to sit in a cave and chant mantras. It means you can now do whatever you want to, "create" whatever you want to because you have realized it is nothing but SELF seemingly appearing as something. བཀྲ་ཤིས་བདེ་ལེགས།!🙏🏻🕉️

[widowbitessting]

Hi! first of all I love your writing! And I was wondering if you have done any drabbles on how the trio reacts to baby feeling down or having a bad day, I have tried looking but i’m very bad at that so I’m just gonna leave this here and hope you can let me know. And if you haven’t I was then wondering if I could submit a request for you to write something along the side of that? when you’re feeling more up to writing it of course!

(PS I haven’t been on here for a bit but I like to come on when i’m feeling down and life is kicking my ass like it is right now but I want you to know I love rereading SM and all the drabbles surrounding it, thank you for bringing us that comfort with your amazing writing even when people are being dicks for no reason❤️)

Hello my beautiful nonnie. Now I won't lie, this ask has caught my eye for so long that I've actually been bickering with myself, over what drabbles fit and what don't😂 So I'll go ahead and tag ones that are similar in a way and then add something under the cut to make sure you're 100% satisfied with my response, I hope that is okay!

So! The drabbles I'm tagging are *insert drum role here*

Who is the softest/kindest dom out of the trio? - a fluffy drabble that I hope makes you feel all fluffy and stuff

Aftercare! - A drabble showing how much the Trio! listen and care for you, especially with safe words.

Unknown/Known Scars - TRIGGER WARNING, please read the trigger warning my love before reading this one.

Coffee Shop & Baby Doesn't Get Enough Sleep - I tagged two in this ask, where Baby is overworked at school and the Trio! are always there to take care of her.

Some Cute Things - Just cute fluff 'cos we love cute fluff around here

And finally, my favourite one on this list - The Sick Fic - it's self explanatory but Baby gets poorly and our Trio! look after her!

Now I'm aware all of these come under the stressed title and not worrying title, which is why I'm gonna add to that under the cut. I hope I can do you justice with it, and I really hope you enjoy this reply.

Much love

Livvy

xoxo

Also trigger warning for this one. Just in case.

When life seems to be kicking your ass, when your brain turns on you and becomes incredibly mean, you push everyone away.

It's a coping mechanism learnt from childhood, one that you need to break, but you can't.

MJ knows it too.

Can see it when you come home and the light in your eyes just isn't there anymore.

It's like you become a shell.

You're there physically, but mentally your thoughts are spiralling.

And MJ, your fabulous best friend, knows that she doesn't have the skills to help.

No matter what she does, you just push her away and burrow until the bad days ease and pass like a wave.

So she calls backup.

Wanda, Natasha and Carol come as quick as they can.

Already on their way to you as you've even tried to push them away.

Even going as far to exit the different dm's you're in with them as the constant message vibrations/notifications grate on you to the point where your brain whispers: they don't need you anymore

MJ leaves when the Trio arrive.

Knowing to give you all space, but makes them promise to message when you're back so she can come home and give you a cuddle, as well as a slap.

When they try your bedroom door, it's locked.

It's the first battle.

Actually getting you to unlock it.

To let them in.

It takes time.

A long time.

For them to break through that first wall.

To convince you that they're here and not going anywhere anytime soon.

In fact, it takes almost an hour.

You sit on the other side of the door, back against it with your head burrowed in your arms.

Fingers clenched so tightly in your hair.

Fighting against your brain to believe them.

When you finally let them in, they don't rush inside your room.

They stay where they are.

Waiting.

For you.

For you to let them in.

And at first, it looks like your brain is going to win and you're going to shut the door on them and everything is going to go back to square 1.

But -

You nod.

A tiny, little nod.

And it's all the Trio! need to embrace you.

For you to vanish amongst three warm bodies.

That tell you how much they love you.

How much they adore you.

How they just want to keep you safe and happy.

You're their girl.

And they're not going anywhere.

Ever.

They tell you this as you cry.

As you scream at them to stop lying.

As you smack them over and over until you collapse in a heap and sob.

It doesn't stop them.

They're still there.

Proving to you, to your overthinking brain that they are not going anywhere.

When you're finally ready to talk, they listen.

Wanda cries.

Natasha nods along.

Carol chews the inside of her cheek.

And once you're done, they thank you for being so open about this side of you; the side you've tried to hide.

And they promise to you that: They. Are. Not. Leaving.

Ever.

They will remind you this when your brain is mean every time.

When you shut them out, they'll wait.

When you vanish, they'll find you.

When you try to push them away with all that you have, they won't move.

They'll stay and prove to you that it is you that they want.

You're their perfect girl.

Their darling submissive.

But most of all: you are theirs.

And they will make sure you never forget it.

You are theirs.

And they are yours.

Forever.

[headspacedad]

so you're ready to socialize

You've got your blog set up. You've posted or reblogged something. Your icon isn't a faceless orange shape. You're no longer in danger of being blocked on sight as a bot.

Now what?

I recently got an ask in my inbox for help with this whole 'tumblr' thing. The person that asked me had a lot of the basics down so I focused on expanding your social circle - except it took me so long to write that I saved it in my drafts to add to and only then found out that once its in your drafts you can't reply privately.

so - Imma post it here without the actual ask so if the person didn't want to be mentioned they won't. Let's go!

First off, doing what you're doing right now by sending me an ask is a great way to get the ball rolling. Reaching out to other people and engaging them is a big part of how you can build a circle on tumblr.

You can do that with inbox messages.

You can do that with DM/PMs (the box that pops up to the side where you can have real time text conversations).

You can do that by reblogging other people's posts and leaving notes in the tags commenting about the post (most posters read these, though they're more for your followers to get your thoughts on a matter, like whispering in a movie theater except without the dirty looks)

reblog their post and add your own comments in the body of the post, basically chaining a response to their post, usually used when you've got something that adds to the original post like a continuation of the joke or more facts, etc.

and you can comment on the posts via the little speech bubble next to the reblog button, which is kind of like replying personally to the post (interacting with the poster themselves).

Not everyone will automatically engage in response. Some people are just here to chill and don't want to be social (some days I know I don't have the brainpower for it). A lot of people do want to be social though and so the more you comment outward the higher your chances of finding other people you can jive with. A good way to make your chances better at finding someone that will back and forth with you is over shared interests. We're a very interest based site. So find something you're excited about - maybe its a hobby like knitting, maybe its a streaming series like Good Omens, maybe its hamsters, maybe its Elizabethan neck ruffs! Whatever it is that you're interested in punch the words that will get those kinds of results into tumblr's search bar and look at the posts that come up. I tend to search by 'newest' instead of 'most popular' because it guarantees me people that are currently interested in whatever I am, who are actively putting their posts out there for others to find. Often if you start reblogging someone's posts, they'll see it and check out your blog. If you really want interaction though, the best way to go is one of the above bullet points, especially inbox or speech bubble commenting. It shows you want to talk about something they want to talk about too. A lot of times this is a great way to get more interaction with others and widen your circle (as well as find new stuff about something you enjoy). It might be slow going, I still haven't figured out what the magic is that gets someone a blow up of followers overnight, especially not the all important holy grail of Interactive followers but slow and steady still builds a good group of people you can enjoy sharing things everyone's interested in and it keeps growing over time.

This also works in reverse. A good chunk of my followers (friends honestly) come from my days in the Voltron fandom. I was VERY active making posts while the show was airing. Lots of fanfiction, lots of meta, lots of speculation, just lots of being loud and excited (and then loud and not excited). A lot of other people were interested in VLD too at the time and they found me and bounced off my ideas with ideas of their own and things really ballooned. To this day, a huge hard core of my social group are ex-VLD fans who have moved on to other things (mostly) but still hang around because we built that core and we enjoy seeing what the others in the group have moved onto and found to share with the team. So, again, find your interests and make posts about them so that other people with the same interests can find you. The more popular something is the more attention its going to get - but also the easier it is to get lost in the shuffle of everyone talking about a thing. Not every post is going to get responses. Sometimes I'll post something I think people will enjoy and get crickets. Sometimes everyone and their cousin jumps onboard. Don't get discouraged. DO use the tags. tumblr sucks when it comes to finding things in the tags but its still worth doing because sometimes, randomly and with no pattern, it doesn't suck. The first five tags are the really important ones. Make sure you put the biggest details there. For instance if you're making a post about the One Piece live action from Netflix your first five tags should be something like: one piece, opla, netflix, zoro, swords are cool. You want people looking for One Piece posts about Zoro and his swords to be able to find you easily. And, once they find you, hopefully to engage you about Zoro and his swords.

There are a lot of ways to find other people to interact with on tumblr. One of the pleasures of the site is you get to take things, for the most part, at your own pace and level of comfort. Just remember, the more active you are interacting with other people and their posts, the wider your circle will grow. Its not a 100% success rate, like I said, a lot of people are just here to vibe after a long day of having to be socially 'on' all day, but a lot of people are happy to find other people to get to natter about interests with. Do what you're comfortable with and before you know it, you'll have a group of people that interact with your posts, and you, regularly!

[maxphilippa]

Beware of HybridAlex17.

CW: Guilt-tripping, Suicide Baiting, Manipulation, Stalking, Identity Theft, Death Threats. Please read this. It is very important.

Hello, I usually don't make these type of posts, but lately I've been too stressed to even be here on Tumblr due to a certain individual in The Lego Movie Fandom. And that person is @/HybridAlex17.

Weeks ago, I decided to cut ties with this person on a calm way due to the fact that I genuinely couldn't keep the friendship going on any longer. Truth is that this friendship made me feel like I was trapped.

I'm in no way invalidating his trauma and suffering, and of course, I will always try to help my friends in times of need, but Alex constantly needed me to "comfort him" and basically be there for him all of the time, making me responsible of his emotions since he's an very unstable person "who would think of the worst case scenario happening to me" if I didn't told him what I was doing at the moment. Of course, friendships are meant to work through bad and good times. But there's moments where you should realize that you have limits. I had mine.

And I couldn't possibly just stay any longer in a relationship where it felt like I had to take care of someone. That's not what I'm looking for. It never was. I felt unsafe and constantly scared about what he could do to himself if I said the wrong thing, as he was constantly feeling bad about everything. And call me what you want, but I realized that, I do not want to be there. But even then, I didn't have any hard feelings towards him. I genuinely wished him the best and to get better, but I couldn't be there to see that change. My mental health mattered. So I spoke to him very calmly about it, reassuring him that I do not hate him and I just wanted to cut our ties peacefully.

(At the moment, I censored his name to protect his identity. This was before I blocked him.)

Then, in reply, he guilt-tripped me, wishing that I never met him, that he died that one time, that this never happened, and everything. Despite me having high hopes for him to actually react properly, he didn't. So I ended up blocking him in all of his accounts and just calling it a day, because I didn't want to think of it. Sounds pretty fair by now, right?

Well, the story does not end there. Some more days later, he would then tag me on a PUBLIC POST (because he couldn't just DM me, I guess), apologizing for taking it too personally and for everything in spanish. I spoke to my friends about this at the moment because I really didn't feel like it was genuine. You would never post an apology towards someone unless you would want them to feel pressured to reply to you, right? Well then, because he did this already MORE THAN ONE TIME with me. I blocked him because I really didn't want to deal with it. It was tiring and I was hoping that he would just give up.

(This account of his does no longer exist.)

But then, here comes the impersionation thing. Three days ago, my friends sent me an blog that was weirdly similar to mine. Lucy icon and the description, eh, ya' know. Very fucking basic. And look at the URL. A mix of the words Max and Philippa but changed to spell Philippines.

And if that does not convince you, then take a look at this post.

"Android Emmet AU".

I swear to fucking God.

You guys might or might not know that I'm the creator of the Android Rex AU, I created it on June 22 of the past year, being the second AU I've ever made. So he didn't only just made a weird puppet of me to pretend that we're still friends, he's STEALING THE WHOLE THING AND TRYING TO MAKE OTHERS THINK THAT IT IS AN ACCOUNT OF MINE.

But seriously though. Come on. He's not fooling anyone. It's an pathetic imitation of who I am, of what can I do. He's acting like he knows me enough, but he never even tried to. He could never replace me. He will never get me back. And he knows it. He knows it so well.

Yesterday, it was my birthday. Of course, it was a great day for me. But various anonymus asks came in for me then. The first ones were kind ones, but then, there were some that straight up wished that I was never born and that I died! And hey! Not to assume! But that was Alex in different accounts! Because he literally stopped once I turned the anonymus off and one of my friends stood up for me!

And you can see this by scrolling through my blog just a bit!

And once he realized that he fucked up, because they thought that this friend of mine didn't have any relation with me (despite the fact that I do have posts where I drew their guys), he blocked them and "apologized". Can't even take responsability for such a messed up thing.

And he just didn't stop there. Wishing me death? Expected it. But how did he know that it was my birthday? Because I blocked him before I ever publically told it. And that's when it hit me. An alt account. And someone sent me a post in which he drew Android Rex and Joseph, two of the main characters of my AU for my birthday, saying that he wishes the best for me and stuff.

I never fucking told you when my birthday was. You could have never possibly known unless you were stalking me over an account. You use alternative accounts to boost your own art and don't even try to deny it. People will realize once they take a look. So many empty accounts. Instead of moving on and just fucking accepting that I cut ties with you because you made me feel scared of even entering this app, and learning from your mistakes, you're being a fucking creepy man. And don't deny it. You've done this to a bunch of people here. My close friends were affected by your shit.

And I know that you're going to see this.

And just so you know, since you crave my attention so fucking much to the point where you created a fake account that was "me" so you could still think that nothing happened, let me tell you something.

I was never angry at you. I stated that I wanted to cut ties because I couldn't be in such a toxic relationship. I respected you as a person. But then you tried to make me feel bad about my choice. About everything I do. Because that's what you're good for. Is this how you treat your friends? Because Good Lord. Seeing your true colors makes me think that we were never really friends since the start.

And even then? I'm not angry at you.

I'm disappointed.

And I already hit my favor quota on saying this in the most harmless of ways possible, but I'm feeling generous. So. Like. Have some dignity, would you? Don't be an asshole. Move on. I already did.

I hoped that you would move on. But you never learn anything, do you? You said how much you cared about me back then. I guess death treats, constantly stalking someone, and impersonating them is your way to care.

I will never be your friend.

And to those who read this post, please, do not harass HybridAlex17. As much damage he has done, he's not worth it. What I would be thankful of is that you guys report the fake account he made of me, since I can't do it myself. And let others know about him and his doings.

If you're a friend of HybridAlex17, then I'm deeply sorry. I do not have any hard feelings towards you, but I would rather not interact with anyone who is.

And with this, I'm done. Take care, all of you.

[leffee]

“Sunil?” Penny said.

Sunil turned to face his friend, but still keeping note of anything in his peripheral vision, “Yes, Penny? Is something the matter?”

Penny and Sunil walked down the sidewalks of Downtown City.

“It’s just… you’re in a band, right?”

“I mean, as we are currently on our way to one of my rehearsals?” Sunil gestured to the guitar case slung over his back, “Yes, that is correct. I am indeed in a band.”

Penny chuckled, “It’s just, I was wondering; could you tell me a little… about your bandmates?”

“Hm? Okay then, I suppose. Hmm… well, there’s Shivers, our drummer. You remember him from before, right?”

“The guy who tried stealing from the pet shop for no real reason? Him?”

“Yes. He is working on it, however, and has made good progress.”

“That’s awesome! Wow, I sure am glad to hear it.”

“We also have Tootsie. He’s our bassist. I quite like him, actually. Very chill. You may actually remember him too from the time Zoe mistook him as her sister. I am not quite sure how that happened, considering how different they actually look from each other…”

Penny nodded along, “And then who’s next?”

“Our lead singer, Scarletta.”

Penny squealed quietly in excitement. She hoped Sunil hadn’t noticed.

Sunil continued, “She runs everything, makes sure we’re all doing everything right. She’s quite new in town, so I imagine that you afe not as familiar with her.”

Before Penny got to excited, she’d have to confirm something.

“Okay, but… Scarletta… who?”

“Hm? Uh… Scarletta Redd, I believe. Why so?”

A quick beat, as Penny thought about what to say. She figured there wouldn’t be any harm in telling Sunil. Part of her wanted to save that conversation for later. She eventually decided on;

“Nothing. That’s all I needed to hear.”

===

I wanted to write this scenario so bad but never knew where to put it cause I’ve never given info abt the band other than a few dms. And I also wanted to try putting smth into your askbox. So here i am :DD

That tootsie and gail thing is 100% a self diss on my own designs,,

Ah yes, welcome to my inbox! For the second time actually, but still, it is absolutely the right place to send whatever stuff you want especially if you don't know what else to do with them.

So yeah, I now get even more to know about the stuff with Scarletta and Penny (and sometimes Sugar Sprinkles, not here. They're just some sort of trio in a way). This little thing makes me think that they're both going to Sunil's rehearsals, so Scarletta will be there, yeah? So different things and emotions might be awoken, condiering the different scanerios of how they split and what emotions were involved. Though from this context Penny at least is positive about this possible meeting.

And the Gail and Tootsie thing xD. I just... they have pretty different skin complexions, huh? No worries though, I say Zoe just saw him from behing, no skin exposed in any way because of it so I suppose that would make sense, yeah? I mean as long as they don't interact.

I think that's all I can say here. Thank you for sending me this, I always try to make sure I put some real effort into those replies knowing that it takes effort to write the actual thing, so hopefully that was satisfactory and feel free to send any other stuff you'd like my way.

[dflogerzi]

More Musings

Have you ever felt like writing so many things, and then just decided not only is it not worth it, but quite a few will be offended no matter how you share it? I am finding myself so disconnected now from so much online. It seems like endless battlegrounds where the lines are drawn farther and farther apart... and most tidings are just dreary, or dark, or even scary. I have spent a bit more time on Twitter recently after taking a few years of mostly a hiatus. Just wow. And I come back here to what I consider my home port, although lately it is not easy for me either...

Just now I found this little post on Twitter and it really hit me. It summed up so simply what I am feeling.

I do feel this myself. I am treading ground not only unfamiliar, but unwanted. I have seen strife before in this country... but never with the ominous doings, actions, and worrisome heralded comings I cannot ignore. I am trying.

I still come here because I still care. I left much of my heart in the UK and in Europe... and history, art, and culture were always my passion. Lately it seems I am more trying than just enjoying. 

No, I am not going anywhere... but not going to talk of ‘other’ things here. I never found it to be very helpful and I have no mind to even put my thinking's forward, or the need to change anyone else. I have always believed we each are on our journey and as long as you are not harming others this is why you are here. To learn and grow.

I have one more bit of housecleaning. I am not much on DM’s. I have a couple of close friends I do share privately with... but in general I prefer exchanges in Reblogs and Replies. If I do not answer it may be because I do not speak your language, I have no idea how to respond to a stranger who writes, “hi”, or I do not have it in me to engage. I do not want to close my DM’s so am addressing this here. 

Okay, off to spend a little time outdoors enjoying the beautiful, crisp weather. Then cat petting time, some quality conversation and a meal with hubby, and then round up the afternoon at Youtube watching Disney vlogs. It is one of my secret escapes and far easier than battling the crowds there myself. ha.

Have a good day all. We will see if I actually post this mess...

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Nine.

Huge thanks to the few of you who are enjoying this! I appreciate you so much :)

Previous Chapters - One  Two, Part One Part Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight

Words - 5,537

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Edie's POV

Four weeks. Four weeks have passed now since I saw Angel last, and I hate to admit it to myself, but I miss him. This situation, it's so weird. I've become so drawn to someone I shouldn't have, that not even taking him away from me dulled the effect he had on me. The blood tie we had has now faded to nothing at all, and I have to say, I actually miss seeing little flashes of his memories and thoughts. It drove me mad when he was first moved, because I kept on picking up on him thinking about me and realised he missed me as much as I missed him. Now though, well he's had a week of freedom and I can't help but think that if I really did interest him as much as he said, he'd have sought me out by now. Hell, he knows where I work, even if he doesn't know where I live.

Bearing that in mind, I am left with the assumption that I wasn't so interesting to him after all, that after the blood tie wore off, so did his interest. Ahhh, well. Easy come, easy go, I guess. Except I can't seem to shake it off quite that easily, the notion it doesn't matter that he's no longer in my life. Maybe I'll run into him again someday in some place, and maybe I won't. I hope I do. I'd like to see what he's really like away from the situation and scenario I met him in. If I don't, then I'll always think of him fondly for doing me one of the biggest favours anyone has in getting me to actually confess such a long-kept secret, one that I've gone on to tell those closest to me as well. One of whom is sitting next to me right now.

"Okay, gimmie those feet so I can get coat number two on," Miley requests, as we sit at opposite ends of my couch, enjoying a girl's night in. Sasha is out of town this weekend, and after the heavy night I had with Ahmed and a bottle of tequila after work last night (which ended in him carrying me on his back all the way home while we sung Johnny Cash songs at the top of our lungs, and out of tune) I really don't feel like going out again tonight. My hangover is still kicking my ass. Instead, Miley and I are sitting here with green mud masks on our faces, painting our nails and watching the Adam Sandler movie, Happy Gilmore. I'm not much of a fan, but my friend here adores him.

"How's your head now?" she asks, after I've placed my foot in her lap and she's begun painting on the red polish.

"Bleurgh, like the rest of me," I grimace, reaching for my bottle of water. I've drank about four litres to flush all the last remaining traces of tequila out of my system so far today. Tequila is not something I usually drink, but the mad Arab talked me into it. I'm never listening to him again, this is his fault entirely.

"That'll serve you right for listening to Ahmed," she laughs in reply, moving onto the next toe.

"Funnily enough, I was just thinking that!" I exclaim with laughter, and then hold a hand to my pounding head. I feel like suing the company who makes Advil right now for false advertising, because my headache definitely hasn't been kicked into touch yet.

"Speaking of things you're thinking about, is the vampire still on your mind? I keep noticing you sitting there looking thoughtful," she broaches gently, while I switch feet and she begins the next.

"Okay, so I'm going to actually confess for once, instead of keeping things to myself. He taught me that doing that doesn't do me any good. Yes, I am still thinking about him. Strangely enough I miss him, Miley. I don't quite know how I feel about that either. I feel like I failed somehow in letting a detainee get to me, to find a way inside my head so easily. At the same time, though, I thank him for it, for getting me to air the secret I'd kept for so long out of shame and make me see I have nothing to be ashamed about. Sasha told me a long time ago that vampires are very enchanting, and I have to agree," I tell her honestly, while she listens intently.

"I really don't blame you for feeling like that, and I don't think anyone else would either. He had a big effect on you, and you know if he was human, it wouldn't have happened, he wouldn't have cracked you. He did though, and that's left a lasting impression. So, when you say you miss him, do you mean you actually feel something else towards him, other than just being grateful?" she then questions, finishing the second coat of polish on my toes, while I pick up the bottle of glittery silver polish she chose to do the next coat on hers.

"Oh no, nothing like that, I mean he is attractive, but I just don't feel turned on by the dead. He did feel nice though, when he hugged me. His skin was stone cold, of course, but it wasn't unpleasant.” I pause for a moment, remembering that hug. Oh, it was so good. “But no, I think I'd just like him as a friend, or something like that. He was really interesting, and by the time I saw him last, I knew I wanted to know him better. It doesn't look like that'll happen, though," I continue, giving the bottle of polish a shake before beginning to paint the first nail on her foot.

"Well, it's only been a week. He's probably catching up with all he missed out on while he was locked up. I'm sure you'll see your new friend again soon.” I suppose that’s reasonable enough.

"That's the thing, though, babe. I don't know if he is a friend or not.” My uncertainty is met with a cute little smile of reassurance.

"Well, just give it a bit more time before you write him off and file him into the section marked people you could have known, but ultimately didn't. Who knows? He might be wondering how the heck to approach you, being as you met one another under such unique circumstances. If it doesn’t happen, though, then the old adage of you win some, you lose some is applicable." See there? Miley comes out with the most wise and logical explanations when you least expect her to. She then looks over at the table, to where a new lamp I bought recently resides. “Edie?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think a lamp knows it’s a lamp?” And she’s back to bizarre.  

Taking her advice on board, I quit thinking about the vampire and instead, enjoy my evening with my wonderful friend. Sitting here pining for someone I barely know isn't going to do me any favours, and if he has decided to just walk out of my life without a second look back, then I'm a big girl now, I can handle it.  

As it turns out, I manage to keep myself distracted from thinking about him very adequately, with how busy I seem to become. On Monday, I have Ahmed head over to mine a good few hours before we're due in work, talking me into a session with him down at the boxing gym we work out at together on occasion. We also head in on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday too, both succumbing to a bit of a health kick. On Friday we rest, and I use that free day to squeeze in some quality time with Sasha, who will again be out of town this weekend, so no girl's night out this Saturday.

"So yeah, I really don't think Will could have dumped me at a better time. My career is taking off, so with that in mind it would have made things a little difficult, negotiating a relationship around that. At least I got a good fuck out of him. Ahh, you win some you lose some, huh?" she explains, as we move slowly from counter to counter here at the Yin Garden, the only huge department store in the whole of Nevada.  

We're currently browsing through the makeup and skincare counters, me perusing moisturiser choices and kindly bring offered many tiny sized free samples, while Sasha fills me in over why she isn't seeing the vampire Will any longer. Shame, he seemed pretty cool on the couple of occasions I met him. It was a clash over the fact they're both very career driven, though, why he called time on their new relationship, which is understandable enough. I'm just glad Sasha isn't too upset about it.

"That's the second time I've heard the win some, lose some expression in regard to a vampire over the last week," I reply, offering my wrist to the lady with a tester perfume, and then actually deciding I want a bottle, it smells so nice. It smells like vanilla, freshly cut grass and blackcurrants, but isn't overpowering like you'd imagine it to be at all.

"The formerly captive one hasn't sought you out yet then?" she asks, as the lady who sprayed me with the perfume fetches me the 50ml bottle of Spring Meadow that I requested. It smells just like a garden in the springtime, nice and fresh without being heavy. I hate strong perfumes.

I shake my head, retrieving some cash from my wallet. "No, he hasn't.”

"Well, after what you told me, I really do think he will, you know. It'll be when you least expect it, I bet. That's one thing you have to learn about vampires, they're not exactly predictable," she reminds me, as I pay the lady the $50.00 the perfume costs.

She takes the notes with a smile. “Enjoy your purchase, miss. I have to say, I adore your hair! Such a pretty shade to choose," she compliments kindly, handing me my receipt and perfume in a fancy little bag.

"See? Some people like my hair!" I exclaim to my friend, before turning and thanking the smiling lady behind the counter.

"I like your hair, now it's calmed down a bit. It was a little... bright before.” Shaking my head, I link my arm through hers before we continue to the next counter. I actually think I like my hair more now, now that the violet has rinsed out a little to more of a pale violet wash. It looks pretty nice. Even Vic said it looked better, and he prefers my hair in its natural dark blonde shade. Sasha's comment about vampires being unpredictable is the last mention of the undead for the rest of the day, with her returning to work after her break (she gets two hours!) and me going home to drop off my purchases, have a workout, eat dinner and then take a nice, long bath before heading out to work.

"Oh Edie, sweet violet haired princess, you smell damn good, girl," Max groans lustfully in the control room, wrapping his arms around me and then comically dry humping me, making Aileen and Ahmed fall apart laughing.

"Get off me, you big sweaty fool! I'll tell Jeanette!" I exclaim as I reference his wife, slapping his arm while he laughs, picking up my coffee and gulping it back. If we're here early, we usually all congregate up here in the control room with Aileen, dicking around and drinking coffee until our shifts begin. After at least finding out my new perfume works well on persons of the male persuasion, I finish the last remaining dregs of my coffee and then head down to my chamber to begin work. I have an unruly teenager who reminds me a little of me when I was in her place. Except this one has a habit of crying when she's beaten for her crimes (beating the elderly before robbing them) and trying again and again to get the sympathy vote from me.

"Did you stop when the eighty-five-year-old lady begged you not to hurt her, just before you threw her to the curb, kicked her until her hip broke and then robbed her purse? No, I think not. Tears don't work with me, sweetheart." I state in reply to her protests before round kicking her straight in the hip, making her squeal and cry more. She's pathetic.  

After putting her through the same kind of pain she did her victims, and enjoying every last second of it, I happily wave her goodbye at the end of my shift, lock my chamber up and then head out to walk home. I'm not going out tonight, not after seeing the electricity bill that landed on my doormat this morning. I had just enough spare cash for my shopping trip, and that's it until payday next Tuesday.

Walking down the street, I stop to light myself a cigarette, watching a couple of women literally fall out of a bar, obviously having taken advantage of the buy one, get one free promotion the establishment is offering. It’s as I'm returning my lighter and smokes to my bag that I suddenly feel all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, like there's a presence behind me. Turning around, I see nothing but the few people who are concerning themselves with getting cabs home from their nights, continuing my journey. All the way, though, I feel that same odd feeling, yet each time I turn back, there’s no one around. Weird. I can feel it so strongly, though, like someone is watching me. My guard remains up, as along my route there are plenty of alleyways where robbers like the girl I just finished punishing can duck into, should you suspect their impending attack.

Walking quickly, I hit an open space of the road as I leave the more built-up area, walking over the freeway bridge and turning again to see nothing, even though I still feel like I'm being followed. Just because I can handle myself, it doesn't mean I don't feel a little scared. Unless you have one yourself, you can't fight off a gun being held to your head, or a knife to your throat.  

Feeling safer for entering a well-lit Palm Court, the little cul-de-sac where my bungalow is located, I walk to my home with confidence as palm trees all around sway in the slight breeze. Believe me, this is welcome on such a warm night, the air has been too still and stupidly hot all day. When October arrives in a fortnight, Nevada will begin to cool down a little, I'm glad to say. It always does.  

Fishing for my keys in my bag, I feel even better now for approaching my front door, until I definitely hear something behind me, and turn around to finally see that something. Or rather someone, standing right there with a small smile. My heart just skipped about three beats.

"Evening, Edie," Angel says, after literally appearing out of thin air. Now, what was that Sasha told me about them popping up when you least expect it?

"You've been following me the whole time, haven't you?" Immediately, he starts to smile wider. Damn, he's sexy. Pity he's dead.

"I have, you're right.”

"Why only appear now then? And why hide every time I turned around?" I then ask, amused.

"I'm shy.” Oh god, the snort of laughter he just prompted from me. "To be serious, I wasn't quite sure what to say. It's a strange situation, a former detainee seeking out his punisher. Then again, towards the end of our time together down there, things had changed."

I nod, confirming his thoughts. "I suppose you're right. So, have you thought about what to say now that you've appeared?"  

"No, but if you invite me in, I'm sure I'll think of something.” I can cope with that. Smiling, I then turn around to open my front door, walking in and hanging my bag on the peg before removing my cigarettes and phone.

"What are you waiting for?" I ask, confused when he just stands there on the doorstep.

"I need you to actually invite me in, or I can't enter your home," he replies, while I look at him with surprise.

"Won't you please come in?" I offer. "I thought that only existed in books and movies, vampires not being able to enter your home unless you invite them." I then add as he walks in. God, he smells good. Whatever cologne he has on, it’s warm and spicy, and it makes me want to bury my face against his neck. Why? Why does he have to be dead?  

"I'll have to fill you in over what is true and what is total myth," he offers, following me along the hall as I head toward my kitchen. When I get there and put my kettle on the hob, it feels strange to not ask him if he'd like a drink (since a vampire's diet solely consists of blood) which makes me laugh inwardly. It's strange he's here full stop. I just let him in without question, too, without any hesitation or doubt. I guess I really do trust him now.  

Picking up a clove of garlic from the little basket that hangs to the side of the cooker, I decide to lead with that myth discovery. "So, are you repelled by this stuff?"  

"No, it doesn't have any weakening effects. Other than the fact I wouldn't come near you until you'd cleaned your teeth if you'd eaten any. Any smells of food or drinks nauseate us, but strong ones like that are even worse. So yes, repelled would be the right word, actually, but it can't harm or weaken us like stories have suggested. Same with Holy water, crucifixes and the fact that we can walk upon hallowed ground, those are also myth," he replies. "Are you alright? You're looking at me strangely." He then adds, while I just laugh a little through my nose and shake my head.

"This is odd, that's all. I mean here you are, talking to me like I didn’t put you through massive amounts of pain, and like you never loathed me for every second of it either. I don't spend social time with the people I punish. I just feel a little uncomfortable, I suppose," I confess, spooning dried coffee granules into a large mug, followed by my required four sugars. Sweet toothed Edie; I hold my hands up to it.

"Well, I can think of a way for it to not feel uncomfortable. As I remember, there was one thing we shared that was exactly the opposite," Angel replies, while walking over to me. He then turns me around and puts his arms around me, and after hesitating for only a moment, I happily wrap mine around his waist. It feels nice, just as it did before. Oh lord, that scent close up. I’m so glad we don’t have the blood tie any longer, because my cooch just did a little backflip. Damn him. Okay, time to put the brakes on. I guess it isn’t fair to potentially lead him on.

"You're not interested in anything happening beyond a friendship of sorts, are you?" I ask, leaning back to look him in the eye.

"I won't lie, yes I could be. You're interesting, you're attractive, and damn, the ass on you. But I can't be invested in us being anything more than friends. I have a, um… slight problem with you humans," he explains a little uncomfortably, letting me go again so I can turn to pour my coffee.

"A slight problem? That sounds intriguing." I say, pleased when I use a word that wasn't in my vocabulary up until eight weeks ago.

"If you'll save my nose and sit out in your back yard to drink that, I'll tell you about it." To the backyard we go, then, because this I need to hear.

Angel's POV

"Just give me five minutes, I need to take a quick shower. I stink, as usual," Edie states, while taking a whiff of one of her underarms and then pulling a face. She's over exaggerating; she doesn't smell that bad at all.

"Okay, I'll be here," I reply, watching her as she walks back through the door and disappears from my view. I've been thinking about this, tracking her down pretty much since I was released. I didn't want to find her right away because that would have looked creepy, but I knew I wanted to see her again. Besides, I have had a life to lead since being released, which has consisted in me blowing off a hell of a lot of pent-up steam. Two nights after I was released and had caught up on rest by sleeping for two days straight, I went out and fed plentifully and then I went to a vampire club, picked up two women of my own kind, came home and fucked the living hell out of them. It was a good night, one that continued, too.

The only time we stopped for three days was when the sun rose and we rested in an entanglement of limbs on my bed. After going out to feed again at sunset, we just went straight back to mine and carried on. As a human, I liked a lot of sex and that hasn't changed in my vampirism either. The only thing that has is the fact I cannot have sex with a breather, because I have a habit of unintentionally killing them, like I explained to you before.

It pisses me off, and I mean really, really pisses me off. You've no idea how enticing and erotic a warm body is to us. The memories of hot flesh alone stir my arousal, but I know I can't enjoy it again. Fifty-three lives lost to the fact I get homicidal at the point of orgasm is enough. It's starting to get to Charles and Ursula too, who do try to keep on the straight and narrow in accordance with the law.

'Dear lord, Angel! Not again!' That’s what Charles exclaimed lightly when I last dropped a dead body at the foot of the stairs five years ago, the very last time I attempted to have sex with a human. Ursula just put her head in her hands for a moment before coming to help me bury her. 'This is something I think you must accept you cannot do, my child. Your success rate is zero, and I believe it shall remain that way with the living, at least' is what she told me after we'd buried the body of the girl out in the Nevada desert.  

I don't try any longer, because I know I can't put Ursula through it again. She's covered for me too much as it is since we became answerable to humans for our crimes against them. I have to remind myself of this decision most firmly when Edie walks back out five minutes later wearing a cropped vest and a pair of very small denim shorts. The sight of her legs makes me growl quietly in the back of my throat, just for a second and not loud enough for her to hear. Immediately, I have to erase the images that rush to the forefront of my mind, imagining what those legs would feel like wrapped around me, how I’d love nothing more than to rip all of her clothes off, lose my face between her legs, bounce her on my cock and… I need to stop. I can't let myself want her for even a moment, because of what I'm about to explain to her.

"So, you were going to tell me about the problem you have with my kind," she states, after sitting down comfortably, lighting a cigarette and picking up her coffee.

"Yes. You trusted me with something which I haven't and won't say to anyone, so now I have to do something very un-vampire like, and trust a human I don't know well with something that could potentially get me into a whole lot of trouble," I begin, giving her a look that says 'and if you do tell anyone, I know where you live' before smiling to take the edge off it.

She shrugs, smiling back. "There's no need to give me murderous looks, I won't reveal to anyone what you're about to tell me.”

"Okay. The reason why I don't have anything to do with humans in sexual context is because I can't control myself. When I cum, I kill. Simple as that, I get too excited. This is why I don't even bother trying any longer, and why I never will with you. I prefer you living," I explain, watching her nod, but look a little stunned all the same.

"Pardon the pun, but I can live with that," she snorts softly, making me laugh a little. "It works out well since I have no sexual interest in your kind. No offence, but dead doesn't do it for me." she then adds, with honesty I do appreciate.

"None taken, although it is a shame, these conflicts. I'm an amazing fuck," I inform her with a wink.

Her eyebrows flutter a little, her mouth tugging up a fraction. "Yeah, so am I.” I'm in no doubt she is, either. I can just sense it about her. Hmmm, this is wandering into territory that ain’t good.

"I'm also changing the subject, because I don’t want to think on that for too long. God damnit.” My pained whisper rouses a soft chuckle, and adorably, he even blushes a little. “Alright. Tell me about your current detainee, what are they in for?"  

"My current became my former at the end of my shift, and she was a young girl in for battering and robbing the elderly. I enjoyed every last moment of punishing her," she informs me, again with honesty that I really enjoy. I decide to see right here just how honest she'll be.

"Did you enjoy punishing me?"  

"Yes.” Her response was delivered without a hint of hesitation. "But you knew that already, didn't you?"  

"I wanted to hear you say it, just to be sure I was definitely right.”

She looks a little uncomfortable then, biting her lip. “I didn’t towards the end, though. Or rather, knew I wouldn’t, after the last time you saw me. Hence why you spent your last three weeks in with Max.”

I nod, raising my eyebrows a little. “Yeah, I did wonder.”

"Well, you know enough about my job now. Tell me about yours," she then questions, while taking the black band that holds her hair in a ponytail and pulling it out, combing her pale violet waves before braiding them and putting the elastic back in at the end. For some reason, I really enjoyed watching her doing that.

"There's nothing much to say about it. People tell me what they want, I sketch it out, they approve it and then I etch it onto their flesh forever with a vibrating needle. End of," I reply. "You should see how good I am; let me cover that mess on your back." I then offer.

"I might take you up on that, when I have a couple of hundred dollars to spare.” Flicking her smoked cigarette away into the grass and stretching her legs, I have to try and stop myself imagining running my tongue up them. Ahh, shit. This might be harder to ignore than I first thought.

"I'll do it for the price of the ink, just because I like you," I offer, smiling.

"For real, you actually like me?" she asks, with a smidgen of surprise.

"You should know that by now, really," I state, trying to keep my eyes away from her legs. Looking at the face isn't much better, though. I keep imagining it contorted in sexual bliss.

"Just because you respect me doesn't mean you actually like me. I'd understand if you didn't," she shrugs. I can't fault that logic, but in this instance, she's wrong.

"Then answer me this. If I didn't like you, why would I be here? That second guessing you're doing, it needs to stop," I chide softly, watching her look away and smile, closing her eyes for a second. I got you there, didn't I, Edie? I voice as much to her as well.

"Yes, you did, but this is the first time I've ever gotten to know a vampire, and I know you're not all straight up. I guess I have in my head still, the way you were for a time," she tells me, again with honesty that just makes me respect her even more. I hate humans who lie.

"Well, I'm being straight up with you. You don't have to worry about any of that any longer. I'm here because I want to be, I have no ulterior motives and no wish than anything other than to know you.” She nods, looking like she's relaxing to the idea a little more. I miss our blood tie. I wish I could still feel her emotions.

"Alright, I believe you. Really, I do," she assures me with a smile, a smile so pretty that I have to shut my eyes for a few seconds, but still, I can see her face right there. After finishing her coffee, we head back inside again, and it's as she walks past me that I suddenly smell a pleasant scent under my nose much more sharply than before. I could smell whatever perfume she wears lingering on her skin since she came back from the shower, but standing closer to her, I smell it more strongly, and it makes a tingling feeling run through me. For a moment, I can't help move up behind her quickly, halting her with a hand to her hip, moving my face close to her neck, to the source of the scent while resisting the urge to kiss it.

"Erm, Angel? Are we going to have a problem?" she asks, turning around to eye me curiously.

"If I don't leave right now, we might. I'm sorry, but you should take it as a compliment. You're extremely tempting, but I can't let you temp me. As I said, I like you being alive. I'll see you again soon, at some point." Leaning down and kissing her cheek, I move at speed out of the back door and off in the direction of home. All with great, great reluctance.  

I had to put some distance between me and her right at that moment. I wanted to take off her clothes and smell her all over, then press kisses to whatever part of her body I found that scent lingering upon. This is a test I can’t give up on, the test being to actually have a human friend and to overcome the fact I want to have sex with her as well. I have to accept that I can't or not see her again. I've made my choice, and that is to know her.  

It’ll help me find some of the humanity Ursula tells me I need to get a better grasp upon, help calm me down, so she tells me. My creator is who I see first upon arriving home at close to 4am, only one hour before the dawn. I walk through the quiet house, only picking up on the energy of her within. This is good, since I want to talk to her, and she just so happens to be very good at the subject of human relations.

"Ahhh, there he is," she smiles warmly to me as I enter her sitting room, looking up at me over her book like she's been expecting me. Of course, she has. She would have felt me nearing home as I travelled back here.

"I'm glad you're here. I need to talk to you," I sigh, moving to sit on the couch at the end nearest where she is seated in her armchair.

"About the human you want to befriend, your punisher?" Damn, she's good.

"Yeah, her. I think I'm going to have difficulty as seeing her as just a friend. Even though of course I know that she can never be anything other than that." I reply, watching her nod just once before she begins to speak. She is always the one I turn to with a problem, her words bringing me resolution.  

The ones she uses tonight are no different, and as usual, I feel better for talking to her almost immediately. She'll always be the only female in my life who I don't and never will have any kind of complications with.

With Edie, I know it’s gonna get complicated. No matter how much sage advice I receive from Ursula.  

[tropicalrpg]

twenty nine what am i doing here! is this prose? is this speech

good god. you know a crush is bad when he's got you reviving your failed project of a sideblog. you know a crush is bad when he's got you running across genres—when you revived your lonely love playlist—when you're writing good short stories in the dark—when you see reality and hope blur just a little—when you can compile all the poems you wrote for him into a decent little book—when the time together is good. that's the worst part.

you know a crush is bad when you can't manage to convince yourself, despite all the signs pointing that direction, that things aren't happening for a reason—and that that reason might be you. he's not tweeting more because you follow him. he didn't post that story (and he's not wearing those socks) because of you. that poem is not about you, and that poem you wrote about his not being about you is not good enough to get published (but there's no harm in trying, it does feel mostly in line with the one you got published). his bashful laughter is just the way he is, and you don't know because you don't know him. he doesn't mind having lunch with you, and just you, because you're friends and he enjoys being around you. he waits for people to pass because he knows you better than them, not because he wanted to talk to you specifically. he texts you first because he doesn't know you'd never forget—and he doesn't know you would spend whole days with him if he wanted to, too.

don't forget, idiot. don't forget all of your friends knowing him first, and all of them knowing the very same thing—his words in their dms. his short stories, the ones downloaded on your phone in quite the shitty move from you, were obtained from your hot friend's bad habits. all your hot friends and all of his replies to their dms. all your hot friends and the fact that they didn't want him and the fact that he's still out of your league. the way he barely looked at you, barely talked to you last year—the fact that you are factually a lot hotter now doesn't really matter, not really. don't forget his being in love. don't forget her laughter—don't forget fragment thirty-one—don't forget his outstretched hand and his insistence. don't forget the fact that you're the one stepping out into the sun even though he doesn't give a shit about getting burnt.

it's good, of course, it's great that he's got you writing. even if the stream-of-consciousness non-fiction prose is garbage, he's got you writing. the short story (you've not reread it yet, but you like some of your phrasing) is not half bad. the poems are decent—you're quite proud of the one he read. you're proud of, at least in your opinion, not having your thoughts as out there as they used to be. you're a little more discreet, even if just a smidge. you just want to want. if that poem (that you mustn't forget is not about you) were about you, it would, in your opinion, be quite evident. but there's no way it is. he doesn't want to touch you. don't forget he doesn't want to touch you. don't forget the way he smiles. don't forget the outstretched hand. don't forget her letterboxd user. don't forget his football jersey. don't forget his tag-along friend, don't forget his little brother. don't forget the poetress in his instagram stories.

stop listening to that fucking playlist, even if you don't want to. don't let yourself watch those lovely romance movies, you're just digging your own grave. don't think the concerts mean anything but having somewhat of a compatible music taste, even if a little of what you're doing is lying. let yourself go. free yourself from the need to please him just because he so effortlessly seems to fit into you. you don't know if he's perfect for you. the stupid standards you're setting aren't what actually needs to be met—let someone want you first, and want them second. learn what you're worth. try to be worth something.

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[mcrcki]

@mvsicinthedvrk​ said :  im so glad you have a submit box so i didn't have to figure out how to break this into 47 parts

maig, it’s so rude that your message to me came through my inbox at the very moment that i went to start writing yours, because now i’m trying really hard not to be emotional about it! so rude! i had to pause in writing this and go do something else so i wouldn’t just sit here and feel overwhelmed with gratitude. buckle in, this is going to be a long message for literally no good reason except that i have a lot to say. 

it’s wild to think that in the month of may it’ll be mark my 1-year of being on your team. once i got picked as a new admin, i had to read that dm a million times because i was sure it was wrong, but i was so excited to start helping out! and when i got invited to the admin discord, i was a little apprehensive, just because 1) i wanted to do a good job and make you all proud and 2) i was nervous about coming into a situation and being the new cog in the wheel when all of you were already so close. (especially because after a certain point the only “new” admins were me and cherry, and cherry didn’t count as new because they’d been in your d&d campaign and friends with you all the whole time, haha.) my nervousness was probably evident in my silence in the non-work chats for so long, lol. but EVERYONE was friendly right away and i really shouldn’t have been nervous at all. getting invited to jackbox game nights is still always one of my favorite things, and the first few times that happened i finally started to feel like, ok it’s fine, i’m not intruding on a pre-established group of friends, these people do actually like spending time with me and aren’t just inviting me to be nice about it :’) and in general, basically what you said in your positivity message to me about me feeling more confident now is really true, and that’s definitely due to all of your guidance and your endless patience. i am slowly distancing myself from feeling like i have to ride on admin training wheels, though i know that when i inevitably do have questions, i can still come right to you all because you’ll be happy to help me figure out whatever it is i’m confused about. SO i suppose what i want to say is just-- thank you for believing in me, and for trusting me to help make decisions. and for appreciating my contributions, too! when you and sunny came to talk to me about your concern that i felt overloaded by monitoring the inbox so often, that was really sweet and kind of you and i hope you believe me when i say that i do really enjoy it and i’m not stressed about it at all. i truly like doing it and i’m thankful that you all let me keep doing so, haha. 

all that admin stuff aside, i also have to acknowledge that i still love writing with you!!! i’m so pleased that xie lian and sophie are friends, you are correct in saying that yuri and omega are TOO funny no matter the circumstance, and i love interacting with marlene and rowena too with whichever of my characters we can manage to throw together with meme starters. your blog always has THE prettiest themes, and i always look forward to seeing what you’ll come up with for your event photo edits and tasks because the visuals?? incredible. that goes for everything you’ve ever edited and made for the main as well. your reply spam is consistently delightful and whenever i see you start to hit the like on a bunch of our replies i think “oh no i’m in danger” but i also, happily, have something to look forward to, knowing that i’ll get those replies back sooner than i am probably prepared for, haha. and on a completely unrelated note, i love your dog, so please send her my love.

this doesn’t even get INTO how appreciative i am of you being a head admin and keeping this whole rp running for half a decade, but if i start telling you grateful i am for that, this message will never end. so, to conclude, please simply take my undying support and gratitude and love and know that i feel really lucky to have gotten to know you! you’re my favorite boss :’) but more importantly, you are a friend. fuck, now I’M almost crying. okay that’s all! much love, sincerely, ollie.

hidden positivity day || happy 5 years !!

OLLIE WHAT THE HECK !!!!!!!!! this is so nice , so sweet i just lkgjdfklg im gonna scream. imma go give lita a hug just for you pls know that i just love you a lot, i am so beyond proud of you and i just hope that we can continue to grow as friends, and kgfdjgfld pls i just love you a lot pls know that ♥

[whiteqnn]

PURE [3] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

A/N: Over 1 thousand notes. You guys are insane. I can’t see any other explanation.

Thank you so much for all the love and support under the previous parts, all those comments just absolutely made my day! I would never expect this story to receive such a positive feedback, which I’m extremely grateful for! 

Anyway, I decided to add some additional plot to this story - mainly, the sudden criticism and hate directed on Y/N after the last Among Us stream. I thought it would make things more interesting.

That being said, I hope you enjoy the third part ^^

part 1

part 2 

part 4 

part 5

PURE [3]

Y/N stared at her phone screen, reading through the latest tweets of her friends inviting their fans to watch their streams. It was Thursday evening and just as it was planned, everyone was getting ready for another game of Among Us. Just as she would do if it wasn’t for all those comments...

The last stream caused sudden, unexpected amounts of attention on her social media. She probably shouldn’t be that surprised by it, given the fact that by appearing in Sean’s and Felix’s videos she wasn’t all that strange to their fans. But people who watched Rae, Toast, or Corpse’s streams didn’t know her. And apparently, some of them weren’t that happy to see a new face among the group of well-known gamers. 

She always tried to avoid the unnecessary spotlight as much as she could, preferring to stay hidden somewhere behind other, much more popular streamers. And it never bothered her. She was never one to enjoy too much attention anyway.

That’s why when she discovered how upset, or even angry, some people were when she played with all those famous streamers, she was quite shocked, to say the least. 

Like all those comments under Poki’s tweet, in which she mentioned who’s gonna be playing this time...

“Duh, why’s that Y/N chick supposed to play with them again? There are at least hundreds of other, much more popular streamers I can think of who would be better than her.”

“Who the fuck is she anyway? Why’s she there?”

“lmao, some random girl who got lucky enough to know jacksepticeye. Don’t get why she’s playing with them though.”

“NOT HER AGAIN. I SWEAR TO GOD SHE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LAST TIME”

Sure, she wasn’t as famous as Felix, or Sean, or Rae, or anyone else for that matter. Her audience wasn’t very small, but it was nothing compared to the number of fans other YouTubers had. It was understandable that most people didn’t know who she was, and didn’t understand why she was there in the first place.

She was, in fact, just some random girl who was lucky to have Sean as her friend. But in a group of such great and well-known streamers, she definitely stood out like a sore thumb. 

Y/N almost jumped in her seat when her phone beeped with a new message, Sean’s nickname showing up at the top of her screen. 

Jackaboy: We’re starting in a few kiddo

Jackaboy: But join the call now so we can both make fun of Felix

After the last game, she was so excited and couldn’t wait for this evening. She looked forward to cooperating with Sykkuno again, to arguing with Toast, to laughing with Sean and Felix, to murdering other people with Corpse... Yet now, all this excitement seemed to vanish just like the mood to play, let alone talk with other people. They would surely see right through her and try to make her spill the beans, which would ruin the stream. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin their game.

Jackaboy: You there Y/N??

She sighed, thinking of some believable excuse that wouldn’t arouse suspicion, but her mind was flooded with all those comments and DMs she received over those past days, which expressed nothing but hatred towards her. 

Y/N: I’m really sorry Sean, but I don’t think I will be joining you today... I don’t feel very well. 

She waited for Sean’s reply impatiently, expecting him to send her some angry emoji or tell her to move her ass and join the discord call. What she didn’t expect though, was that he would facetime her. 

Her first instinct was to throw her phone across the room as if it would make Sean stop calling. He wouldn’t stop unless she’d tell him the truth. 

So she cleared her throat and plastered the widest smile on her face, before answering his call.

“Alright, what is going on?” Sean asked right away, staring at her with his brows furrowed. He wasn’t in his recording room, but in his kitchen, which meant that he left his stream to call her. “And please don’t tell me you’re sick cause I won’t believe it anyway. And neither will Pewds.”

“I’m tired, Sean... I was working late again and I really need to rest.” she lied, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. She really didn’t want Sean to interrogate her now, not when his fans were waiting for him. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else though. Please tell the guys that I’m sorry”

“Y/N, c’mon, cut this bullshit. What’s wrong?” he asked softly, moving his phone closer to his face. “You know you’re a terrible liar, just tell me what happened. If you don’t wanna play then neither do I.”

“Sean, please don’t do it” she shook her head with a sigh. “Your fans are waiting for you, I’ll be fine.”

“Well they’re waiting for you too you dummy, I already promised them you’ll be playing with us tonight” he stated matter of factly, rolling his eyes. Y/N remained silent for a moment, and Sean suddenly furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes at her in a suspicious look. “Did someone tell you something rude last time we played? Who and what?”

“What? No, Sean, oh my God. Everyone was super nice, it has nothing to do with the last stream... not with you guys, at least.” she mumbled under her breath, dropping her eyes from Sean’s confused face.

“What do you mean not with you guys? Y/N, what the hell happened?” he demanded, slowly getting more and more worried. She wouldn’t tell him though, too scared that Sean would just laugh it off, even though he also sometimes had problems with dealing with hate. And just as if he was reading her mind, Sean sighed, his face softening in a sad smile. “You’ve read the comments, didn’t you?”

She felt so stupid for being so easily offended by comments of some random people on the Internet, that she just nodded her head meekly, still looking anywhere but at the man. 

“Look kiddo... I’m not gonna tell you to get yourself together and just ignore them, cause it won’t help, and I know cause I’ve been there. Hell, I’m still there.” he chuckled to himself and continued “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be worrying yourself about people who don’t even know you. They don’t know you, Y/N, why would some complete stranger’s opinion matter to you?”

“They said I shouldn’t be playing with you guys... that I’m nothing but a burden and you should be playing with someone who’s at least recognizable.”

“Well excuse me Miss, last time I checked I could choose who the fuck I want to play with.” Sean scoffed, clearly irritated by such comments “You’re one of my best friends Y/N and I don’t give a fuck what some haters say. And neither should you.”

“Maybe you should just invite someone else... It would make everyone happy.” she muttered almost inaudibly, but Sean almost barked at her when he heard her words.

“I told you to cut that bullshit, Y/N! Everyone couldn’t wait for this game and now you wanna back out? C’mon, kid. Do you have any idea how heartbroken Sykkuno’s gonna be? When you left so quickly last time, he kept complaining that he has no one to team up with.” she couldn’t help but smile at that, letting out a tiny giggle. “And Corpse? Have you even seen his last tweet?”

“What? No, I- I don’t follow him...” she said, wondering what Sean was talking about. She quickly searched for Corpse on Twitter, still being on facetime with Sean, and her heart almost dropped when she saw the last tweet.

@.Corpse_Husband Really excited for tonight’s Among Us stream, 8PM PST.

Jacksepticeye

Valkyrae

Pewdiepie

Pokimane

Sykkuno

Disguised Toast 

Logic 

Mr Beast

and, hopefully, my partner in crime - Little Y/N 

:)

She stared at the screen with her eyes widened, and her lips corners curling up in a small, bashful smile. It was so nice of Corpse to mention her as well, especially with the nickname that he seemed to like so much since their last game. 

“God, if you could see yourself right now. How’s it that my pep talk didn’t do shit, but Corpse’s tweet magically made you smile, ugh.” Sean reminded her of his presence, and she quickly returned to the call, trying to somehow control her burning cheeks. 

“It’s not like that, Sean, I really appreciate that you’re trying to cheer me up... I just didn’t expect your friends to like me...” she admitted quietly, and if Sean could, he would probably strangle her at that moment. 

“I JUST TOLD YOU THAT SYKKUNO KEPT BUGGING ME ABOUT YOU FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS. YOU THINK HE WOULD TALK ABOUT YOU IF HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU?!”

“I just... what if they’re just being nice, but they don’t actually want me to play with them?”

“I’m done.” Sean groaned, shaking his head furiously. “Alright, here’s what you’re gonna do. You stay away from your phone, join the discord call, say hi to everyone, and we’re all gonna have fun, okay? If not, Pewds is gonna murder you, cause he was already growing impatient even before I called you.”

“I’m still not sure if that’s a good idea, Sean...”

“But I am sure, Y/N! Now come on, we’re playing in five. I’m telling everyone you’re joining as well.”

And before she could even reply, he hung up. Y/N groaned, rushing to her computer to turn it on. Now it would just be plain rude not to join the game, especially after Sean wasted his time talking with her, while he should be talking to his fans. Just as he suggested, she kept her phone far away from her desk, deciding to stay away from Twitter and all those comments for a bit. Maybe it would help her clear her mind and at least try to have some fun. 

An invite to the group call was already waiting for her, along with a message from Sean with a code to the game. Y/N put her headphones on before joining the call and quickly typing in the code. 

“... so let me repeat myself. I ALWAYS sound guilty, no matter what. Please, guys, don’t vote me out!” 

Y/N shook her head with a smile on her lips when the first thing she heard after joining the call was Felix’s pleading voice. Clearly, he was already trying to save his own ass even before the game began.

 Y/N could hear Sean’s loud voice as he commented on Felix’s plea with some snarky remark, later also catching the sounds of Rae’s laughter. Everyone was already there, they’ve been clearly waiting for her to join. 

“Hey, look who’s finally here! Hi Y/N!” Poki noticed her presence first. 

“Hello everyone” Y/N said, as shy and quiet as usual.

“Oh, Y/N! It’s so great to see you again, I was worried you weren’t joining us tonight” Sykkuno said, a pout clear in his voice. 

“WELL ABOUT DAMN TIME” Felix all but yelled, making her roll her eyes with a smile. “What did I tell you about being late?!”

“Give her a break Felix, her mic wasn’t working again... Luckily, I was there to save the damsel in distress” Sean said, and even though she couldn’t see him, Y/N was almost certain that he was smirking. 

“Yeah, I’m really sorry guys to have kept you waiting so long...” Y/N said, feeling genuinely bad. Maybe Sean was right after all? They could have just invited someone else, and yet they decided to wait for her.  

“It’s okay, you’re here now and it’s all that matters” a deep voice sounded out, and whether she liked it or not, Y/N grinned like an idiot with a blush rising up her cheeks. 

“Shit, here we go again...” Felix sighed, making everyone else laugh. Y/N bit at her lower lip, feeling her heart thump in her chest as she felt a sudden wave of courage, deciding to speak up despite her initial shyness:

“Well... I couldn’t just leave my partner in crime alone, right?” she asked, and she could swear she heard Corpse stutter as if he completely didn’t expect her to say that.  

“Ah yes, after all, killing wouldn’t be the same without her, right Corpse?” Toast teased, repeating Corpse’s words from the last stream. Everyone in the call laughed, Y/N included. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, even though just mere minutes ago she was on the verge of crying. “It’s good to have you here, Y/N/N. Maybe I’ll actually get a chance to finally kill you this time.”

“Jesus Christ, Toast. You sound like a psychopath. Hey, I’m happy you’re here, lemme stab you in the back, please?” someone whose nickname was MrBeast spoke up with a chuckle, before directing his next words to Y/N “I believe we haven’t played together before, I’m Mr Beast, it’s really nice to meet you Y/N”

“Yeah, pleased to meet you!” another player, Logic, spoke up “I also didn’t have a chance to play with you yet, but I’ve seen Sean’s last stream... Let me just say, that Toast murder was absolutely perfect!” 

“Wow. And here I almost managed to block it out. I’m fucking traumatized Y/N, you should be ashamed of yourself” Toast scoffed over Felix’s laughter. 

“You should be proud of yourself!” Sean interfered “Just so you know lads, Y/N may seem like a little angel, but she’s a little demon. You’ve been warned.” 

“Yeah, she’ll charm you with her voice only to snap your neck next second.” Felix scoffed.

“Just like she did with Corpse!” 

“Charm?!” Y/N gasped, her cheeks burning.

“I don’t recall Y/N killing me...” Corpse said in his low voice. 

“I love how that’s the only thing he denied” Poki pointed out in a teasing voice, which only made Y/N sink further into her chair. 

“Can we please start the game now?” she asked in a pleading voice, hoping that everyone would stop making fun of Corpse and her. She could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt, for some reason being the target of their jokes... They must’ve made him feel awkward, right? 

“Jack, did you tell Y/N how we’re playing tonight?” Sykkuno asked, and she sighed in relief that they dropped the jokes. 

“Oh, right! So there’s this mod called proximity chat, where we’re able to hear each other as we pass by another person, and it seems quite fun so that’s what we decided to try out tonight.” Sean explained to Y/N, and before she could ask another question, he added “I’ve just sent you the link, it’ll take a minute to install it.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you Sean” Y/N said, before downloading the mod and quickly installing it. When everything was set and ready, she pulled up Among Us again and typed in the code, and the game finally began. 

“Woah”

“Holy shit!” 

“Guys this is so cool!” Sykkuno exclaimed, his voice so happy and excited that Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Okay, I’m scared now. I feel like encounters with Imposter are just gonna be perfectly cut screams” Felix chuckled, as they left the dropship and moved down the map. That’s when Y/N gasped in surprise, upon seeing the locations completely different than those she was used to.

“Wait- is that a different map?” she asked through her mic, hearing Toast’s distanced, devilish laugh. There was only Rae and Sykkuno beside her, as everyone else have already split up to do their tasks.

“Oh yeah, that’s Polus, it’s much more fun than the one we were playing in last time.” Rae explained happily and Y/N groaned. She didn’t know that map.

“Great. I don’t even know how am I supposed to do tasks in here...”

“Oh, it’s not that hard. They’re in most cases similar to those you already know, they only look a little bit different.” Sykkuno said in his kind voice, before asking “Do you want to team up again, Y/N?”

“I thought you would never ask Sykkuno” Rae chuckled under her breath.

“Yeah, that would be great! I need someone to show me around” she smiled. The trio finally moved from their spot beside the dropship and went to the left where, as Y/N later realized, was electrical. She quickly did her task in there, being under the watchful eyes of both Sykkuno and Rae.  

Before the latter could do his own task, the first body was reported.

“The body is in the lab” Felix said, and Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she saw that it was Toast who was murdered first. One less person to accuse her or try to frame her, if he was the Imposter. 

“I just ran towards the lab from the left side, I only saw Poki on my way there” Corpse said right away, and the accused girl was quick to try and defend herself:

“Okay, I wasn’t in the lab, I was doing that engines task which is next to the lab.” 

“Did you see someone else there?” Jack questioned. 

“Nope, just me and the engines.” 

“Okay. Sykkuno, where are you?” the lime astronaut was next on Jack’s list of suspects, which made Sykkuno groan. 

“Why do you sound so suspicious right away?” he asked in disbelief, causing the rest to giggle “I was with Y/N and Rae all this time, we were all doing our tasks in electrical.”

“Is that true Y/N?”

“Yes Sean, that is true” she rolled her eyes with a laugh “I don’t even know this map, I have to stick with someone so I don’t end up like Toast.”

“Alright, what about rest? Logic? I think I saw you in admin but then you disappeared somewhere.” Felix said.

“Yeah I’m with Mr Beast in the office”

“That’s right” Mr Beast confirmed, which didn’t bring anything new to the investigation, so everyone decided to skip.

“Wo- Okay where are we now?” Y/N asked in surprise, when the new round began in some completely new place Sykkuno didn’t manage to show her yet. She could hear as Corpse laughed at her shocked voice, which made her smile widely.

“Yeah, I’m also not used to this new map yet” he admitted, his black astronaut walking up to her white one “Hey, wanna see something cool?”

“Sure!”

-

*Meanwhile Sykkuno*

“Okay this is bad guys, we lost Y/N” Sykkuno said to his mic, running around the map to find the girl he was earlier teamed up with. “I thought she followed us when the new round began, but she must’ve gone the other way... What if she’s dead already? Not good, not good...” 

-

"Woah! This looks amazing! Is there some task here as well?”

“Yes, there’s temperature recording right here” Corpse said, standing by the lava pit, watching as Y/N’s character ran back and forth over the pool of lava. 

“I wonder if you could jump into it. What do you think, Corpse?” she asked curiously, standing close to the edge. 

“Not that I’m aware of it...” he mumbled coming closer to the edge as well “Why would you jump into it?” he asked with a half-smile on his face. 

“So Felix can’t stab me in the back.” she whispered, even though there was no one around them. 

“You think it’s him?” Corpse mirrored her voice, and she hummed in response “Why?”

“He’s constantly suspicious of everyone, last time we played he also kept interrogating us all, without even telling his own location.” she stated as if it was very obvious. Corpse couldn’t help but let out a laugh “What? Why are you laughing at me?”

“Not at you, Y/N. I’m just impressed by your investigation skills” he admitted “In that case, we better both jump in. Felix likes to frame other people.”

“You wanna jump into the lava with me?”

“Sure I do.”

“There you are!” Sykkuno’s lime astronaut came out of nowhere, followed by Mr Beast. Two of them walked up to Y/N and Corpse, and before the latter could even say anything, Mr Beast snapped Y/N’s neck.

“WAIT, NO-”

“OH GOD, OH GOD” Sykkuno yelled in panic.

“KILL HIM CORPSE” Mr Beast screamed, frantically running around.

-

“What the heck?” Y/N stared at her screen in shock, her dead body laying over the lava pit. Mr Beast had already fled to the left, leaving her, Sykkuno and Corpse standing between two of them. None of them said anything for a moment before the black astronaut finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N” he kept repeating, regret clear in his voice. “And Sykkuno, I- I can’t even express how-”

He was cut off by Felix’s scream, who reported the bodies before Corpse could kill him as well.

“IT’S CORPSE ALRIGHT” Felix yelled right away “HE’S STANDING OVER Y/N AND SYKKUNO, HE HAS THEIR BLOOD ON HIS HANDS”

“That is- I did not kill them” Corpse replied, calm as ever, as opposed to his frantic apologies. 

“Then why were you standing there?! Without reporting the bodies?!”

“I was... mourning their death.” he replied, which caused the whole group to burst out laughing. “Seriously guys, you think I would murder Sykkuno? And Y/N? I would never even think of hurting them.”

“The simp is strong, we get it, but it doesn’t really save your situation” Rae laughed. 

“Let’s kick him out guys, he can’t even defend himself” Sean chuckled, and everyone else didn’t need to be told twice. Soon enough, Y/N watched as Corpse’s black astronaut was thrown into the lava pit... Oh, the irony...

The game continued with her wandering around the map, doing the rest of her tasks to at least support somehow her fellow crewmates. She stumbled upon Corpse’s ghost at some point and laughed wholeheartedly when he started circling her little character in something she read as an attempt to apologize. 

A little while later another body was reported, this time it was Felix who lost his life. Y/N didn’t really focus on the conversation this time, glancing at her phone instead. There was this urge to reach for it and check how people reacted to her joining the game, but she kept repeating Sean’s words in her head. There was no point in worrying about the opinion of somebody who doesn’t even know her... or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself to think. 

Her attention was brought back to the game when she heard the sound of a new message from someone who was also dead. She clicked on the chat, seeing that it was one of the Impostors.

Corpse: :(

Corpse: I’m sorry 

Y/N thought it was sweet of him to apologize for it, even though it was his main goal to murder everyone after all. She believed he was genuinely sorry for it, just like she was each time she was an Impostor and had to kill somebody.

Sykkuno: Welcome to the afterlife, Corpse!

She laughed at Sykkuno’s constant happiness, which was evident even in his messages, before typing one as well:

Y/N: We’re all corpse here

Sykkuno: Oh, so it means we’re all really cool then ^^

Y/N: Fair point

Corpse: See Y/N

Corpse: I told you I would jump into the lava for you 

Y/N: You didn’t exactly jump...

Corpse: :(

Y/N: But let’s say it counts as well :)

Corpse: :)

Before they knew, the voting ended. Mr Beast was thrown into the lava, which ultimately lead to the victory of crewmates. Y/N cheered happily, when the blue sign appeared on her screen, right above everyone else who was innocent. 

“Yaaay, the first time I wasn’t killed in the first game!” Sean announced enthusiastically, his astronaut running around the dropship.

“Yeah, and the first time it went so fast...” 

“Right? Corpse, I’m disappointed in you. What happened to the King of Impostors?” Rae asked.

“Well.. no matter how good you are, you can’t always win, right?” Corpse replied calmly.

“Hmm, you seemed kinda absent-minded during the game, though...” Poki suggested with a smirk hiding in her voice, and Rae was very quick to pick on it.

“Oh, you’ve noticed that too? Almost as if he was distracted by something” 

“I don’t know what are you talking about” he chuckled nervously, and Y/N just sat in her chair confused about what was going on. “Anyway, who’s up for another round?” 

“Yeah, I have an idea” Sean said, effectively shutting everyone up “What if we play something along the lines of hide and seek? Let’s have one impostor, and everyone else needs to get their tasks done before he finds them.”

“That is...” Felix took in a dramatic breath “THE BEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD ABOUT”

“Yeah, I think it will be fun” Sykkuno replied. 

“It sounds really cool, but let’s maybe tell who’s the impostor? I think it would be more fair” Rae suggested. 

“I think it’s a good idea” Sean concluded, before changing the settings for one impostor only. Y/N waited patiently for the game to begin, and when she saw that she was a crewmate again, she sighed in relief. Only to gasp in a panic a second later...

“It’s me.”

Everyone stumbled out of the dropship as Corpse admitted that he’s the impostor. It seemed that knowing exactly who can murder everyone made the whole game a little bit terrifying...

“I don’t know where the heck I’m going” Y/N mumbled to herself with a nervous laugh when instead of doing her tasks, she searched for the perfect place to hide. When she entered security, she spotted Mr Beast fixing the wires, so she decided to join him.

“OH SHIT- god damn it, you scared me to death!” he all but yelled when she appeared next to him, doing her tasks. 

“Sorry” she giggled, quickly finishing the wires, before speeding out of the room. On her way to weapons, she stumbled across Felix’s dead body, and could hear some screaming in the background... but didn’t recognize who was murdered next. 

Y/N managed to do most of her tasks without meeting Corpse, whom she hoped not to see probably for the first time since they played together. She was just leaving decontamination when she heard Sean’s panicked laughter:

“...tee, bitches love me?”

“Wrong.” Corpse’s voice almost made her squeak in surprise, only to really scream when he suddenly snapped Sean’s neck. 

“Retreat, retreat!” Y/N laughed as she sped past oblivious Rae and Logic, Corpse hot on her tail. She quickly returned to the decontamination room, hoping to flee from her inevitable death, when Corpse’s black astronaut walked in, and the door closed. 

“Please don’t kill me” she chuckled, even though there was no hope for her. 

“Finish my lyrics, and I’ll let you live...” he began, and Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion “ I spilt wine...”

“Wait- what lyrics? You sing?” she asked, completely dumbfounded. Corpse was silent for a moment as if he didn’t understand her, before bursting out laughing “What’s so funny again? Corpse, come on!” 

“Yes, Y/N, I do sing, I was actually hoping you’ve heard some of my songs...” he admitted, still chuckling to himself. She felt a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Oh- I- I didn’t, I-... but I will, okay? I’ll do it right away!” she promised, quickly jumping up to grab her phone and listen to Corpse’s song. She was genuinely shocked, she would never expect him to sing! 

 She unlocked her phone with a wide, somehow nervous smile on her face, which, however, dropped the moment she saw her notifications. Hundreds of notifications. 

“You there, Y/N?” Corpse’s voice reached her after a moment, when she still didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her screen. “I hope my music isn’t so bad that you passed out from listening to it...”

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her phone gripped tightly in her shaking hands.

“Um, Y/N?” his voice became more worried now “Is everything okay?” 

Y/N cleared her throat and quickly wiped her eyes, closing them for a moment to steady her breathing.

“Yeah, all good Corpse” she forced herself to smile, so her voice wouldn’t sound weird. “Look, um, I need to leave, can you tell the others bye from me?” 

“Is something wrong?” Corpse asked confused.

“No, of course not!” she laughed through her tears “Something just came up and I really need to leave.”

“You sure you’re-”

“Bye Corpse. It was nice playing with you.” 

-

A/N: I hope you guys are not too disappointed in me... It didn’t turn out as I initially thought it would. Isn’t it too dramatic? And is this hate plot fine? Or is it not? What do guys you think? 

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Fortunate Forgetfulness

Credit: Unknown (If you own this GIF please DM me so I can properly credit you)

Genre: Smut

Warning: NSFW / Blood Fetish

Pairing: L!Joker x Reader

Word Count: 1300

Today might've been the slowest day of your life. You sat behind the counter for countless hours waiting for costumers but nothing happened. The only people who actually came in the shop were either men in a rush or elderly people, but you didn't see anyone else. Did I forget something? You asked yourself. And then, when you finally looked outside, you noticed it - a huge fire coming from the hospital. It finally clicked. J went to visit Dent at his lowest point.

You immediately rang your boss but she didn't pick up the phone. You were desperate and anxious. Your foot was tapping rapidly on the floor and you were starting to hyperventilate faster and harder. Each rushing man that passed, ring from the phone and tap on the solid wooden floor left you more and more worried for your own sake. You were sure he was going to kill you. Sooner or later he would find out you weren't there and then you would finally learn the definition of pain. As soon as she picked up the phone with the sweetest "Hello?" you had ever heard you rapidly spewed an incomprehensible word diarrhea that neither her nor you understood. She immediately asked if you were alright to which you replied that you were simply worried sick for your significant other's well-being since he was in the hospital since the fire had started. You asked if you could take the day off so you could see if he was doing alright, to which she replied you should. Without hesitation, you put your apron down and rushed as fast as possible out of that store and immediately ran home. She was the sweetest person you had met and you would've considered her a good friend if not for the fact that you didn't see each other often.

As soon as you were standing in front of door you fumbled around for your keys but you couldn't find them. You must've left them at the store when you were heading home. But that didn't matter now, you weren't turning back. You shamefully knocked on the door and a very angry J answered it.

- You are two hours late. Where were you? - He said while looking directly into your eyes. You could feel your soul had given up and, at this point, was just admiting defeat.

- I was working. I'm sorry I forgot, J. It won't happen again, promise... - You replied in a tired and worn out voice.

- Oh trust me, this won't happen again, I'll make sure of it.

- Wait, what do you me-

Before you could reply you felt something knock you out. It wasn't him, he was completely still, but he wasn't worried about it, either.

You woke up and you were terrified. You were in a completely darkened room with nothing but a spotlight shining on your face. Suddenly, J came out of the shadows. He started walking towards you with a menacing stare. As soon as you tried to move your arm to stop him you noticed you were tied to a big wheel, like a ritualistic carnival.

- W-what're you doing?! - You were so scared you couldn't hear yourself think over the sound of your thumping heart. You know him well enough to understand that he'd be perfectly capable of doing something like this if he ever got uncontrollably mad.

- Welcome, to the wheel of fortune! - He laughed aloud as if he had an audience. - Due to um.. budgetary constraints it only has two sides. You'll have to figure them out on your own. Good luck! ‐ He maniacally cackled with malicious intent.

- No, no, no, wait! - You said before he turned the wheel with his hands. You could feel your blood rushing to your side and you were starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy. You tried to tell him to stop but you couldn't, your body was giving up on you extremely quickly.

As soon as you were about to pass out you felt a sharp knife land next to your head. You were so terrified you couldn't feel your heart pump anymore and you would have certainly reached for your pulse if you weren't tied to the wheel. He put you upright and removed the knife from the side of your head. You swore you thought it ripped out a couple of hairs.

- Congratulations! You're a um.. lucky winner!

- Great, j-just great. - You took a deep breath and calmed yourself down. - What do I get now?

He put the knife up to your cheek and scarred you without saying a word. He slowly started kissing and licking the scar, covering his lips with a delicious shade of red. He was dragging the knife up until he reached your lips. You slowly envelloped your lips and soon both of you had your lips covered in blood. You were simultaneously terrified and excited but you didn't know which one of the two you should feel right now. While you were kissing sensually he decided to move his hands down from your neck and into your tits. He started meticulously rubbing your nipples while he simultaneously grabbed you leg with his other hand. You had practically forgotten what had happened and the best part was yet to come.

He started moving his hand down on your waist, into your other leg and, finally, into your pussy. You weren't particularly wet after what had happened today but he sure was about to make you. While he laggardly rubbed your clit you were softly moaning and biting your lip in unadulterated pleasure. <More.> You whispered. You knew you were desperate and you couldn't stop yourself. You wanted to be his and at this point you would do anything for him. He started to move seductively while fingering you. He was slowly feeling your insides and you were absolutely delighted by it. You told him to stop for a second, muttering something in his ear which he followed to a T. He lowered the wheel and let your legs free by cutting the rope with the knife he was carrying earlier. You immediately wrapped his legs around his waist and were trying to pull him in but he was taking things a bit more slowly. He rubbed the tip of his dick against your wet pussy while laying on top of you. You were slowly kissing each other. However, while he was biting your lip, it started to bleed, so he started licking tenderly. Needless to say, that by itself got you got even more turned on. You scratched his back and pulled him in, biting his neck passionately. He knew this was the time to strike so he stuck his dick in you. That was it, that was when your chips were cashed. You felt nothing but pure ecstasy and you wanted much, much more. He started off slow but he quickly picked up the pace and, coincidentally, so did your breathing. With each thrust your mind was feeling more and more blank with thoughts about him. You could even say you felt overwhelmed now, but at the time you couldn't get enough of it. He grabbed both of your wrists and started thrusting harder. You always enjoyed it when he was serious around you, it left you more and more excited for what was about to come. He was kissing your neck and you were moaning as loud as you could. There were no restraints now, neither physical nor psychological. You freed one of your hands and you started intensely scratching his back again. That was a sure-fire way of showing him that you wanted everything he had to offer and more. And not only did he offer it, he also delivered. He gave everything he had to make you happy in that particular moment, even though he was the one in charge, still. J started to speed up even more even though you thought he was close to exhaustion and he was also starting to grab your hand extremely hard so you knew what was about to come. He was a big man, however, so he was starting to hurt you a little more than you had expected. You slowly pushed him away from you, got on your knees and started blowing him. He pushed your head straight into his base and came all over your mouth. You licked your lips in satisfaction and gave him a quick peck on the lips. You noticed that both of you had equally enjoyed that experience, regardless of that awkward start. And, if you haf to be honest, you'd like to try it again soon.