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ov105 · 2 days ago

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So, I just graduated. The reason for my absence was my undergrad thesis that kept me from really pursuing most hobbies. Though now I'm on my sort-of break before enrolling into another form of schooling. It feels good to be back!

5,191 words of Zhou Xinyu. Enjoy!

It was the end of summer, and the rain had begun to fall. Driving from city to city, town to town, watching each sign telling me hello and goodbye in the span of almost a blink. Perhaps the snacks we’ve eaten should’ve done the trick, but I can’t help but think that I should’ve gotten another helping of coffee. It didn’t help that I was driving a car almost just as old as we were, though maybe I should be glad it had a digital player, and not a dial one, to at least keep us company while I drove back.

Headlights on the road, I gave a glance at the dashboard, 00:15. We need to sleep now, I thought, yet that idea clashed with the idea that no, we need to make it by sunrise. Ignoring whether or not my passenger was only asleep, she must feel so lucky. I just sighed and tried to hum the song in my head, only to realize it was a slower ballad, and now it sounded like a lullaby.

I tried to remember what I had seen in the guidebook, remembering there was supposed to be a traveler's inn a few kilometers ahead. How much, hell if I knew.

I just sighed, maybe I could quietly pull over and sleep, though I didn’t want us to be a horror film victim, too. I was already lectured about not catching “get-there-itis” behind the wheel. I just muttered, thinking about how far I needed to drive, and went, “fuck.”

“Don’t you want to rest a bit?” Xinyu quipped.

“Hm?!” I replied.

“Pull over and take a nap,” she ordered, repeating herself much clearer now.

“In a bit, there’s an inn up ahead.”

“Are you sure it’s safe for us?” she asked.

I didn’t answer, but I understood her reservations because I shared them. I am sure I saw it a few times in the yellow guidebook, as for the budget inn part, we didn’t have any more money left from our stipend.

“Yes, it should be.”

It better be. She sighed as she opened the dash compartment and tried to read the map in the dark. Having stuck it out in a small field down south, a few northerner university students, tending to a small control field with a mentor, sounded stupid on paper. Yet, a government stipend was all that was needed to push this little journey to the south. Now, at the end of those 90, now 92, days, it was only me and Xinyu left to drive the rental back.

A relieved sigh and restrained elation overcame us when a weak neon sign appeared ahead. It clearly said “roadside inn.”

Everything else was procedural after that, I reversed the car in. Before Xinyu and I made our way in, we both agreed it looked pretty rundown, but then again the choice was: a creaky, dusty bed, or ending up in a ditch. Settling down wasn’t an issue at all, save for the madamé at the front desk staring at us for a second or two, backpacks and duffle bags in hand, before telling us water only comes by 7, and handing us a key whose tag we could barely read.

Opening the door, I just looked at Xinyu, a bit dejected. It was exactly what we paid for; a cheap, little room a few meters in size, slightly peeled walls, tall but with a weak fluorescent light, a stove and old cabinet, a bathroom with only a sink, a fan, and a hard bed only big enough for both of us.

“Well, we can’t complain now,” she shrugged.

“Just think about going to sleep,” I replied, dropping my things inside the cabinet. Xinyu followed. It was procedural, a haze, and took us only a few minutes to change, letting her wash up before we decided on our side of the bed. I decided to shower, but it took me a while to get the water going.

I did, however, feel a silent tension, a slight rocking of the boat, and uneasy eyes that quickly tried to rationalize and compose themselves. Maybe it was just the light novels or rumors getting to me, chuckling on the sink before I just washed my face and all that before I carefully got onto the bed. Xinyu had already turned off the lights, and I had stoked the small stove in the corner to keep us warm, using it as some crude nightlight. Hopefully, at least. A fair glow came from the fire that colored the room orange. It was better than pitch darkness in our last change of clothes.

“You’re not gonna tell them about this right?” I asked as I tried to read the map. She was blocking most of the light as we both sat up against the outer wall. It was just a bit colder than the fan.

“Huh, why would I?” Xinyu wondered, or maybe it was just me.

“Never mind, I mean, we’re classmates, it shouldn’t be a problem,” I deflected, trying to get myself out of the situation. Focus on the mag.

“Well, don’t make it awkward!” Xinyu snapped back, almost laughing at me.

“I’m not, it’s just you know, not a setup that usually happens. Not in our group at least.”

She slammed the hardcover and looked at me, puzzled. Fuck. “What?!”

“What?” I asked, folding my magazine, she had put her book down on the floor by now.

“I mean, let’s not lie,” Xinyu started, her eyes looking around for a bit, “You heard some of our classmates right?” before letting out a small giggle.

She leaned closer, and knowing I was one of the late sleepers, I knew what she meant.

“Yeah, they were doing it in the outhouse,” I flatly replied. I mean, I already had an inkling of the couple she was talking about. Though knowing the girl was one of Xinyu’s friends, she may have told her more intimate details. I could tell my passenger was one part curious and excited.

“I…I don’t know,” she began to stutter, then asked, “Isn’t it kind of thrilling?”

“I don’t know about him, they seemed shy the next morning. We all knew. I’m just glad our professor never noticed,” I replied, trying my best to hide my feelings. It sounded exciting because it sounded straight out of a rumor.

“Have you ever asked him about it?” Xinyu pressed on. I could notice she was inching closer.

“Yeah,” I broke and cackled a smile, “It was simple, sure, but you’re right to say it was thrilling.”

“Well? Tell me,” Xinyu prodded, noticeably growing more playful. I could just about scratch my head and not mix up the details of it. So I began, at least from what I remembered.

Xinyu and I weren’t that close, blockmates sure, but not at that deep end of what I consider friendship. Of course, no adversaries either, maybe a few group projects here and there, where her goofiness can shine through. I always thought that the campus, as privileged as we were to go inside every time, was not exactly a place to find love from your classmates. Yet here we were talking about somebody else's sex lives.

Xinyu could only be so shocked once I ended my retelling of it. Her mouth was just slightly open, though she had let out a few giggles and gasps, but she did let me finish talking. She was much closer now—and beside me.

“They did a lot more than I thought,” she remarked.

“Yeah, talk about doing more than..,” I replied, thinking quickly, “you know, a porno,” I was just guessing her friend's bluff. Given that the boys and girls had separate quarters, it seemed bound to happen. Giggling about it a bit, I could just about hear Xinyu turn to me, while her gaze scrambled across the room, and then she began leaning closer. I was backing by the bit, sensing her apprehension, I shut my eyes the same and leaned, closing the distance, and our lips met.

It was a simple kiss, yes, not more than a few seconds, nothing too dramatic or malicious—yet her gaze stayed fixed—Xinyu wanted more.

Talking was awkward. I leaned towards her for another kiss, half-expecting her to stop me. Instead, she put her left hand on my neck, sliding and slightly pulling me towards her again. It was more intimate, longer this time, a smack rang out once, twice, before Xinyu slowly pushed me away.

“Wait, you’re okay, right?” she asked.

“Okay, with what?” I asked Xinyu, “Shouldn’t I be asking that?” and well, yes. I was okay with it.

“This,” she replied, “You’re not going to tell anybody, right?”

I think, I just think, that Xinyu knew it would spread like a grass fire if I told this out. She probably knew I was thinking the same. We both had scrambled minds. Certainly uncertain.

I just nodded, “I won’t.”

She pressed herself forward, another smooch quickly followed by another, before I could feel her shifting to get herself right on my lap. It wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be, perhaps it was her pheromones talking to me. To be fair, she always smelled good, and I thought I smelled like a bath, so it couldn’t be me. A kiss was all it took for more to follow, and so it did. It was not too fast, smooching, yes, but I can’t tell if we were both good kissers or just lucky to be average. Hands on her waist, there was no rushing, frizzled touches, hasty undressing, yet perhaps it was more so our sense of prudence taking over for that last one, being our last change of clothes. Yet I just knew with how Xinyu had her hands around me, on my shoulder and my neck, that she didn’t want a change of pace just yet. I knew that this torrid kissing, warming herself up, just had to lead somewhere, and with her right on top of me, she was beginning to grind ever so slowly.

Sliding my hand to her legs, I slowly slid them inward, and bit by bit, forward. Xinyu stopped, she was staring at me. I asked her.

“You want to go through with this?”

She just nodded, “Isn’t it a little late to ask that?” and giggled, another peck, “Keep going.”

Following her, we kept at it. Xinyu’s grind started to move a little faster, urging me on with how hot her breathing was becoming. Taking my left hand around her waist, sliding it toward her ass, fingers slowly dug in on her flesh. Slowly tilting her head and kissing me deeper, she was tight, and I responded in kind and gave her my tongue. Yet a faux tongue was ready between her legs, fingers cupping her pussy, warmth, teasing her. Hearing her hitch at the sudden contact, but not stop as I continued, slowly using two fingers to feel her, up and down, up and down.

The entire time, she never moved her hands downward, perhaps she liked making out more than doing the same to me. Xinyu’s kisses, from simple, playful pecks, to making out, a messy affair where both of our tongues fight to keep in control of ourselves. Short of undressing ourselves, I decided to push my chances further, and sliding my hands in to grope her ass. Just a little more, a little warmer, a little wetter, I thought, before I would do the same to the front. It took a while, but her voice shook a bit when she asked.

“Why won’t you just finger me?”

I didn’t respond, perhaps thinking of some one-liner that just wouldn’t come out. I had a slender woman sitting on my lap, waiting for me to do something beyond second base.

“How about this then?” Xinyu followed. Her left hand moved downward while she pressed her lips to mine. Mirroring my hand, her fingers wrapped around my crotch, quickly getting the shape of my shaft through my pajamas. Breaking off a little, I could just a little “oh,” leave her.

That was the permission I needed. Our lips came together again, I took my hand out from behind her and switched, yet somehow fumbled to find the hem of her panties. Slowly beckoning me on with the way her fingers slid and stroked my cock even under the layers, trying to make it a solid shape for herself. Trying to find a moment where she stopped moving, I slid my hand in, but not under her panties where it would be hard to do anything. I had more in mind.

Xinyu was warm. A wet spot had formed over her panties from the circles I was drawing on her. A layer past that, there was a moistness that had formed over her panties, just a little more, I thought. Pressing my fingers down, I traced her folds where they would be, her responding as I struck her clit more times than she’d like, slightly moving backward. Hearing her let out a quiet moan as I kept rubbing further through the fabric.

Sensing some boldness in the air, Xinyu tried to put her left hand in my boxer, though I grabbed her by the wrist with my right hand. I was fine, she was a bit shocked, did I suddenly get cold feet? I don’t know what came over me, but I was more than fine getting hard from hearing her alone. Not yet, Xinyu, not yet.

“I-I’m okay,” I blurted out, trying to string something while I had my hands between her legs, using my fingers to send my message. It was her moment, not mine, “Just let me.”

Xinyu just smiled, withdrawing her hand, but not before grabbing my cock through the cloth this time, sighing before saying, “You know, I started wondering about this when..,” squeezing my shaft and turning into a whisper, “I saw you doing it one night.”

I was in shock, turning red, and Xinyu knew it, but by now she knew how to shut me up. If that was the case, we continued making out, slowly I tried to move her panties to the side just to gain an entry, but almost always missed. She was a little more frisky now, I was at a position of disadvantage, yet I could pin her down, but she had me pinned down with her lips. She was moaning as we made out, tongues together, while the other pair of lips was just waiting for my fingers to push through. She then stopped for a second to plunge her hand right between her legs too, sliding her panties to the side for me, telling me as she pulled her lips away, “Put it in.”

Xinyu was wet enough, and I wasn’t just going with one, so two fingers went in. My fingers weren’t as long as hers, but her sudden moan and pull meant I must’ve hit something good. Not stopping, I prodded further to my amusement, and she shuddered a bit. I awkwardly tried to get a grip as her fingers scrambled while beginning to move inside. Though trying to finger her with her panties was quite limiting. I tried what I could, and well, it just seemed to work. Not long after, our lips were back together while she began to move to my fingers, timing playing my fingers jammed between her lips as the others also slammed with hers.

Xinyu was whispering when she pulled her lips away, but not to me, to herself. I was unable to make it out, but I couldn’t even think as her breath would hitch and latch onto my lips again.

By now, we had melted out of our tenseness. Yet when Xinyu kissed me first, it was different from the same woman whose tongue I was against now. She quickly did away with formalities, and now, my fingers are wet.

“Go deeper.”

Eh? It wasn’t even that long after I started, nor was there much for me to give with my fingers. Yet she wanted deeper? Fine. Perhaps she was trusting me too much.

I stuck them as deep as I could, hooking my fingers inside forward as my pinky began to strain. Keeping our lips together, I could hear Xinyu hitch her breath and pull me closer, hearing a squeal as she seemed to melt right onto my fingers. She was holding on much closer now, with her lips picking up the pace as she kept moving her hips. Listening to her and waiting for the occasional command. Through the muted moaning, shuddering, squealing, and squelching, we both knew we could hear, I was leading her.

I pulled my fingers out for a second. They were wet. I jammed them back in and her breath hitched, catching onto my lips again as I continued rolling my fingers in a hook, feeling the warmth of her slowly flowing down, then dripping between my fingers. I tried to think of anything to say but just nothing, only the warmth of Xinyu’s guts right at my fingertips filled me. Her moans kept my warmth going, yet I wanted her, but I needed to wait.

“You okay?” I asked as I felt Xinyu shaking ever so often. I couldn’t lie to myself. I was mirroring her too. With bated breaths and shaking fingertips, we both knew what would come next and at the same time, didn’t. I don’t know what she wanted to do next, but the pace we were in wasn’t so bad, moving a little fast, but otherwise just evidence of our youth. Impatient yes, with her tongue pushing at my lips, my hands occupied with her neck and her pussy, fingering away until she just broke.

“I want to ride you already.”

I almost swallowed my tongue. I didn’t know if I nodded or not, but I did meet Xinyu with a peck on the lips, and like ink on a signature, it was automatic.

She got off, fingers on both my underwear and pajamas as she pulled it off. My cock sprang out followed a weak giggle from Xinyu as she pulled my clothes off my foot, throwing them over her pile. I wasn’t paying enough attention, absent-minded from the ruffling of the sheets, and never noticed hers join them too.

Hands on my shoulders, Xinyu—more like Chang’e—hovered over me, fully naked.

I swallowed, I could hear her huff and ask, “Been a while?”

“A while.” I nodded slightly.

It was both running in our heads. We were printing the same telex message among ourselves in our twenty-three year old heads. Reading along the lines of relax, relax, relax—you’re young, it’s just casual—was it?

Placing her hands on my shoulder, Xinyu met me with a kiss, only noticing her warmth around my shaft as she began to stroke it. Pushing her tongue onto my lips as her long fingers tugged at my twitching cock, was she going to push herself down this soon? I had my answer as she gestured at me to open my legs, I complied with what she wanted. Holding out breaths as she stared me down, giving me a peck on my lips as if to distract me from her descent. It was hot. Both of us flinched as I penetrated her, a drawn-out exhale coming from her that slowly pitched up into a moan when it got past the tip. Our heads filled with warm, unadulterated sexual embrace as our hands searched for something to hold on to.

I had to control myself. It’s been far too long, and this wasn’t me doing it solo anymore. This was Xinyu on top of me. I don’t know for sure, but with how her face was contorted in a manner no pocketbook smut or porno magazine could capture. A slight tremor in her grip, on my thigh and then on my shoulder, and for the first time, she opened her eyes to look at me. She didn’t need to talk.

Having set herself down, she slowly began to move. Closing her eyes again and letting her carnal instinct take over for her as her hips began to roll. Up and down, up and down, she went. I was twitching because she was just that tight. Now, what the hell was I supposed to do to not finish early? Recite the hóng bǎoshū? Perhaps. I began to lay kisses on her collarbone, slowly tracing down to the top of her tits, she moaned and clutched at my nape, feeling her gaze down at me as she finally broke the silence.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

Perhaps it was the other way around—she felt better. It was a boyhood dream come true. Zhou Xinyu, for all her height, had her legs open and sitting on my cock, her pinkish folds enveloping it with her top half in my embrace for my lips to kiss. I could feel the goddess that she was beginning to turn hot as moans began in crescendo, although to my dismay, sitting straight meant her red lips were quite far yet I could sense she looked on approvingly.

Taking my lips off her chest for a second, I met her gaze. Xinyu was drunk with how good it felt, her hands having not changed places since she had sat down, clearly enjoying herself for only I to witness. Stopping just for a bit to kiss me deeply before she continued riding. In just a while, she had a constant, labored breath between moans, both of us sometimes sharing a smile, then a kiss, amidst the pleasure as we tried to keep ourselves quiet. Though keeping hush was difficult when it struck her spot just right, her eyebrows furrowed as an instinctive moan left her. She stopped for a bit.

“I don’t think I’ve gotten this close this quick before,” Xinyu sighed, then chuckled as she blurted, “Your size does help.”

I just rolled my eyes. Here comes the ego fuel, I thought. Though she caught on quickly to my disbelief, “A lot more than I expected.”

She must’ve thought feigning underestimation might do the trick. I would’ve said the same thing about her, yet found my stream of consciousness slipping as she proved me right anyway. I needed a second to appreciate the sight; her pretty face contorted in pleasure, small tits, flat tummy, hips moving, rolling. Pacing herself almost at a shallow hop, riding halfway up, followed by the faint sound of a squelching beginning every time she put her weight down.

Though, by this point, my legs were just about to betray me, having folded slightly upward for a while to cradle a tall woman slamming down on them was taking its toll. I wasn’t going to interrupt Xinyu now, not so close, but I was inviting a broken arrow and a cramped leg if I didn’t. So I moved us to the edge of the bed, with my feet flat on the floor—and a sigh of relief from me—with our top halves pretty much in the same manner. Though now there was the bonus of being able to lean forward so I can finally suck on her nipples, it did take some adjusting, and even more when I noticed I was already straining.

Xinyu groaned with how deep I was. Essentially cradled in my grip, hand on her hip and arm up her back as she inched herself closer to an orgasm. It was just a slight lean but it took every ounce of effort for me to not cum then and there. The whole image of us fucking and the feel of her on me. When she would stop to catch her breath and kiss, she was messy but beautiful, even more so now. I was minding her wetness as it trickled down my balls. Suddenly, her grip tightened as she switched her pace up, biting her lip as she squealed, looking up to see her head thrown back while she shook some. Grabbing her ass while her legs squeezed at my sides, with her squeal rolling into a moan, then tired huffs. I thought she’d take longer. Did she just cum?

“You came?” I asked. Xinyu nodded

“You’re not tired yet?”

She couldn’t lie with her huffing and nodded.

We switched. For the first time since we started, I could see the slight sheen of sweat all over Xinyu in the few seconds she stood and threw herself to the bed. I suppose this was a better method of keeping ourselves warm. Now it was my turn to stand up and kneel on the bed, greeted with a sight as she lay down with her legs open for me. I was a curious kid, touching her with my fingers again like earlier. She was warm, very warm, one finger in, hypnotized until I thought, “I should put my cock in.”

Placing my hands on her hips, I slightly lifted her. It caught her somewhat off guard, eyes locked as her expression shifted, mouth hung open, annoyed, then pleasured. I slid back, her eyes looking upward, then rolling them back as I arched her back. She shut her eyes and craned her neck as I thrust a second time, deeper, trying and failing to catch her moaning. Repeatedly, I gave it to her that way, appreciating how easy it was for me to slide so deep in such a tight hole. Her hands moved quite a bit, though she settled on tradition, hands low on my waist while I kept a grip on her. Though for a few times, she had an arm holding onto the covers behind her, or looking at how I was fucking her, moaning at almost every thrust. Xinyu was a singer, yes, a trained one at that, and she sang the loudest when my entire length was in. I tried to keep a neutral expression, thinking “Don’t finish early”—it was all about Xinyu—and she wasn’t even asking me to go any faster.

She did, however, always requested “harder” right before letting out a hushed long moan and rattling under me. Meanwhile, I was mentally reciting Party passages to distract myself a bit from hearing her slosh and contract under me, her medium-length hair already a mess from moving around quite a bit. I was getting close right then, yet talk about living out fantasies.

Yet, by that point, I could feel my knees beginning to get sore from kneeling for, how long has it been, two, three minutes? It felt like forever. Xinyu then pressed her hand on my stomach. All stop, aye, ma’am.

“Have you cum already?” she asked. I shook my head, tired, to which she ordered, “Sit down.”

I thanked my lucky stars that I felt like masturbating before I showered, so, how’s that for a foresight? I thought, but I smirked, and so did she as we switched, though now I leaned a bit so her face was closer, and kissed me just before sliding me back inside. That was more like it.

Now, everything about Xinyu was long, her arms embraced me as she began to ride. Though in honesty, it felt more like a pummeling. She knew I was close, so she kissed harder, tongues out in a frenzy. Yet when she wasn’t, she whispered all sorts of good things between her noise. Less than a minute now, we guessed as I began to twitch, no amount of recitation of everything I remembered was going to save me now, nor was my earlier delay, that trick was about to run its course.

Hearing her goad me with my eyes as she stared into me, together with the warmth of her lips, and of course the intimacy of us. This was her consummation, and the only thing left was carnality.

“You’re close?” Xinyu asked. I couldn’t say anything. I was just nodding now.

“Me too,” she huffed. Giving me that non-verbal look, a slightly raised eyebrow. It was a question, I let out a sly smile, and so did she. I would let her overrun me. We kissed, deeply, not nervously like a while ago. It was a consenting kiss—we were gonna cum together.

Hand up her back, I slid it down her hip as her movements became more controlled now, if not a bit faster, but still amateur. She was much closer than I thought, her moans were beginning to betray her as well. Our expressions were shared now, as we had let go of pretense, I had given her part of the fun but knew that this was the orgasm we were waiting for.

Xinyu’s arms held me closer, I saw her move her mouth just before putting her lips on mine, I couldn’t tell what she was trying to say. The moment I pulled back, she had her eyes closed, only opening for a second before continuing, moaning even when our lips and tongues were together. She was louder now, her arm and pussy's embrace on my shaft grew tighter, shuddering as I tried to hold on to something. Then, her right arm flew to my thigh, breaking away as she let out a long, low moan as her orgasm came onto her. She shook—and I blew—with my lips barely able to get on her neck as I felt the first twitches unload. It was intense, hot, painting her walls with my cum. I shut my eyes and felt my strength drain into her, our fingers clawing, my legs pushing her to me as I came down from myself.

We held each other as we caught our breath, now we were tired. A long kiss goodnight followed, and she assured me she was going to be okay.

Once again, it was a blur after that. We cleaned up after ourselves, repeating our procedures, and not feeling like changing the sheets, just decided to crash on the bed again. Though now the same bed was stained with a young couple’s juices, much to the truth of the madamé at the front desk. I thought about grabbing some food from whatever we had left in a futile bid to get our energy back. It wasn't until Xinyu, leaning on my shoulder, dropped her book in my lap that we decided it was lights out. I shut the stove door to at least plunge the room into some semblance of darkness and came beside Xinyu.

She, after confusing me for a bit, grabbed my right arm and pulled me into a cuddle. I was quite shocked, but a kiss on the back of her head was all I could do. I was sleepy, too lazy to talk by then.

Xinyu then asked.

“Want to go eat together next week? Oh, and,” she pulled my arm just a bit closer, “You’re not going to tell anybody, right?”

“You know,” another kiss on her hair, pulling her closer, “They’ll know, sooner or later,” I replied.

“Good. Better you than somebody new.”

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sunlitlemonade · 14 days ago

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my liege may we hear your thoughts on the jason helena comic blease 🙏 i need to form an opinion

babe. i believe in you. you CAN form an independent thought. cheering you on. sjedhskb i say this with love. regardless!

my thoughts: -> more helena content? fuck YES -> more jason content? fuck YES

-> they're not in gotham.... hm... ok fine -> the cop thing….. AUTHOR CONFIRMED COMIC IS NOT PRO-COP!!! we'll see how much dc editorial lets them stick to that.

my thoughts on fandom reaction: -> everyone needs to get a life -> 'helena is being passed around batboys like a blunt' god forbid a grown woman fucks whoever she wants to? these ppl really will see a adult woman have relationships in a franchise notorious for having a limited dating pool & immediately act as if the only good thing she can do is..... not be with men? because that decides her worth? wheres the sexual liberation NOW huh. also just because she was 'with' dick once doesnt mean thats her only personality trait. grow up. so what if she's dick's ex? she's not allowed to be with other ppl anymore? nice! cool! got it! -> 'this will RUIN helena & she will treated sooo bad' wow. are we forgetting when dick kicked her for bruce when she made a MISTAKE? shes been the punching bag for the bats for veryyy long. also new52 did more damage to her than a comic with jason might. -> 'new writer on the block lets all shit on the comic that hasn't even been released yet!' good job everyone! very proud of the mob mentality & the sheer disrepect we have towards creatives trying to build a career, especially with baseless complaints because theres nothing to even complain abt yet. like. women [especially trans women in this case] will always always always have to prove themselves & grovel & beg to be heard. this is a NEW FUCKING ARTIST PLEASE GET YOUR SCREWS BACK IN PLACE GUYS IM REQUESTING YOU ALL TO FUCKING BEHAVE

god forbid anyone brings new ideas & dynamics to the table. really. thats so boring. characters should only ever interact with the characters they first interacted with!! i understand the want for a further building of those previous dynamics & what not but sometimes new flavour is needed especially with characters that have been a bit stagnant

-> also someone started talking abt how helena should finish the jokers work for him by killing jason because he shot at dami [ok so we're regarding the comic where a teen who was murdered attack a child? like that makes sense for jasons character right? & is surely the characterisation to be used?] & because of how he 'threw mias past at her face'…. by saying theyre the same? he literally said theyre the same. implying to have a similar past. like. its clear as day for anyone with reading comprehension skills. so. youre just shitting on a csa victim. because of what? the fact that hes a man? is that is what is being said here? that men can't be csa victims? ok..... thats surely a good & humane take to have! [sarcasm in case yall couldnt tell]

-> 'author has written beast world & will hence make this a bad jason comic'..... she isnt lobdell or zdarsky or daniels or morrison who have consistently written him badly. be fr rn. she has written him in one comic [not even even mainline] & theres scope for lot of improvement. complain when the comic is out & if it turns out bad. ppl will whine & bitch & moan & scream themselves hoarse over anything. generational run of being miserable! great job.

i mean i understand the wariness. a few mutuals have said as much to me. i understand. but lets wait till we have something to complain abt before we decide its going to be the worst thing everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

-> that one post that goes 'helena fans we didn't want her here either' or something..... like SEKFEKRFN as if associating a character with jason will automatically KILL THEM LMAO. i for one am very intrigued! like with all of this said, this could be bad but lets stop acting as if helena & jason interactions can't be interesting. two amazing characters coming together is the very formula for something that makes you want to look. why exactly would jason fans not want her there? i like her & i like jason & seeing them together would be really cool, if handled well. so maybe stop speaking so confidently on behalf of all jason fans. not even every jason fan agrees with you. idk what youre on abt lmfao

#asks #im going to piss SOOOO MANY PPL #sorry ig? but this is my take here #lets see how many stones are thrown on me

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save-the-villainous-cat · 9 months ago

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hurt//comfort with hero or villain tending to the other person’s wounds please….. tyty..

"I..." The villain felt their hands shake. How on earth were they supposed to handle this? Them being here in the hero's house was already too much contact, too much of a mistake. The villain was a mess, that much they could admit.

But was it because they had failed to do their job? Or because the damage they had caused was (inexplicably) too much for them to fall asleep to at night peacefully?

"Hm," the hero said. They closed their eyes. Jogging pants and a simple shirt had exchanged the fancy clothes from yesterday's evening and they sat on their couch, messy hair falling into their eyes. "Here to finish the job?"

The villain didn't find the right words. To be more precise, they didn't find any words at all.

In the back of their mind, the villain laughed at themselves for missing, but another part of them cursed themselves for picking up the gun in the first place.

It had been a simple order. To kill a target.

Killing people for money was merely work for the villain, nothing more. They had never had any ill feelings towards their victims, had never questioned what they were doing. It was as simple as it could get: a simple request, a simple answer, a simple amount of money. But when it had been clear to them that it was the hero, the person who got in their way regularly, they had felt worse than ever.

Although yesterday was already somewhat of a blur, they could remember the horrible feeling in their gut when they had seen the hero at the party through the spotting scope.

Their enemy was highly skilled and the villain had felt like a coward. Like someone who stabbed them from behind. The hero deserved a good and fair fight, not this.

Once the hero had been alone on the balcony, looking over all the other buildings, the villain had made up their mind. Their enemy had looked calm. Peaceful even. They had placed the glass of alcohol on a table nearby. They had leaned against the metallic bannister of the balcony and had stared into the villain's direction, almost as if they could sense them.

They could remember the way the hero's hair had moved in the wind. How tired they had looked, how the fresh air had cooled down the blush on their face.

So, for better or for worse, the villain had taken in a deep breath, aimed at their target and…missed the hero's head.

They had shot their shoulder instead. Had watched the hero's surprise, the quiet gasp, had watched as they had fallen to their knees, had looked around. Confused. Panicked. Desperate.

And the villain had stayed there on the rooftop, hadn't dared to move.

The hero had stood up, gone inside as quickly as possible, had grabbed their jacket and excused themselves. They had left the party without anyone noticing they had been injured and no one - the villain assumed - had gone after them to check if everything was alright.

The villain supposed the hero was good when it came to lying, when it came to excuses.

Now, the villain stared at them. Why were they here? Why hadn't they done their job?

It had been a clear shot. One entry wound, one exit wound. Not deadly. But very, very nasty. Why had they missed on purpose?

"You're bleeding," the villain said quietly. The hero's eyes followed the villain's gaze and together, they stared at the hero's shirt which slowly started to get drenched in blood.

The hero sighed.

"Shit. That's my third shirt this morning. Do you know how difficult it is to get blood stains out of clothes?"

"I...I am aware, yes." The villain didn't know what to do with their hands, they didn't know where to move, what to say. They had never been this stunned, this incompetent. But the hero acted instead of them. They headed for the bathroom and the villain followed like a dog without any hesitation.

"Thank you for missing, by the way," the hero said. They took off their shirt while they were walking and the villain did not miss how much they struggled with their injured shoulder. The villain wanted to touch them, wanted to help but in the last second, they withdrew their hand and the hero didn't even notice the villain's intentions.

"I'm a lousy shot," the villain said.

"Everyone knows that's bullshit." The hero came to a stop in the bathroom and the villain nearly bumped into them when they set a foot in the room.

The room looked like a scene from a horror movie. Blood was everywhere, bandages were everywhere. Pills were scattered on the ground, bloody clothes were hanging over the sink, the toilet, the bathtub.

"Excuse the mess, will you?" The hero crouched to pick up the green first aid kit.

And the villain didn't know their body was capable of those feelings. With their heartbeat in their throat and their heart sending waves of pain into their chest, the villain feared for a moment that they had gotten horribly sick in the last few hours. Judging by the dark circles under the hero's eyes, they had spent most of the remaining night here in the bathroom, trying to fix two wounds. One of which they could barely reach.

"Sit down." The villain managed to keep their voice steady. They swallowed, tasted bile. They were...angry?

"Just give me sec-" Not at the hero, though.

"No. Sit down. Right here, right now," the villain ordered. They put their hand on the hero's healthy shoulder and pushed them down until there was no protest. Once that was done, the villain kneeled behind them, put a flat hand on the hero's naked back and observed the doings of their bullet.

The wound on the hero's back was barely treated - it had been bleeding long before the villain had noticed the bleeding on the other side. Dark reds, fleshy pinks and sickly blues mixed together and created a gruesome painting the villain had seen too many times before but could barely handle now.

"You need to see a doctor," the villain decided.

"Pff, I'm fi-" The villain put minimal pressure on the red and purple bruises around the wound and the hero gasped hard enough for the villain to fear they would throw up any second.

"I can't tell how much your shoulder blade is damaged. If the bone splintered..."

"I'm fine," the hero said.

"I can stitch the wounds but that's all, you need to see a doctor nonetheless."

"I have never needed a doctor."

"I am not asking nicely," the villain said and this time, their voice cracked. The hero turned their head to look at them but the villain's attention was on the wound.

Or maybe they were too afraid to look at them.

"Honestly, I am not a resentful person, but let's not forget who did this in the first place."

The villain leaned back a little, the words stuck in the back of their throat.

"I'm..." They couldn't, they simply couldn't say it. They started to whisper. "It's just a job."

"Just a job," the hero sneered. They grabbed a clean cloth and pressed it into the open wound they could reach. Without another word, they grabbed the needle, cleaned it and gave it to the villain, along with some thread. "...like I said. I'm not resentful."

The villain got to work and pierced into the hero's skin. They could hear the hisses, the weak laughs to overshadow the pain. It wasn't pretty - soon enough the hero’s blood was running down the villain's fingertips but they did (somehow) manage to fabricate some decent stitches.

"...you don't have to say it. I forgive you either way," the hero said through gritted teeth. "And it doesn't matter anyway. You're...you are here now."

Once the villain was done, the hero turned around and the villain, for the love of them, couldn't look the hero in the eyes.

"But it was an order, wasn't it? You didn't just decide to shoot me."

The villain cleaned the needle and started again. This time, however, they could see the hero's grimaces, not only the pain in spasming muscles but also the pain in their eyes, the exhaustion between their words. And that made it more difficult.

The villain wanted to touch them, to comfort them. But they couldn’t, just like they couldn’t apologise to them.

There was something wrong with them, something broken within them. What kind of person couldn’t whisper a simple apology?

"Yes, it was," the villain said. Their hands were still shaking a bit.

"I was pretty drunk when it happened," the hero admitted. "And my adrenaline was kicking in immediately. At first, I barely noticed. Once I was home, I was crying instead of screaming. Didn't wanna wake up the neighbors. I honestly thought this was it."

The villain didn't answer. Their heart was heavy enough and even though the hero didn't consider themselves resentful, forgiveness was still arduous to ask for and even harder to deserve.

"Please," the villain said. "Please, just hate me. It would make this a lot easier for me."

"I'm not here to make it easier for you," the hero said and with that, the villain finished the stitches and felt even worse than before. They supposed they deserved it, but whatever peace of mind they had longed for, the hero didn't give it to them.

Instead, they gave the villain undeserved compassion, horrible understanding and infuriating kindness. It was enough torture for the villain already.

#writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #request #an answer for an ask #h/c

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toothfa-1-ry · 2 years ago

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GOODNIGHT SUNSHINE -finnick odair

It's the coldest it has ever been in the 13th district but Finnick's got you right?

GENRE: fluff

PAIRING: Finnick Odair x gn reader

WARNING: mentions of wound and scars

A/N: this fic is especially dedicated for those who were victims of my previous Finnick fic

TAGLIST: @honethatty12

"Finnick?" You ask at the dead of night, the both of you lying down next to eachother all cramped up in the tiny bed which was given to the both of you

"yes sweetheart?" Finnick's breath tickles your ears as he whispers, slightly bending his neck to where you were lying down in his chest

You could hear his heartbeat clearly a d he could feel you breathing, a sign that the both of you were alive.

Your fingers could feel the bandage wrapped around his arms and Finnick could see the scars on your face, a sign that the both of you were a little scarred, but still a sign that the both of you were alive.

The 13th district is cold. A different kind of cold the both of you hd ever experienced. Finnick had mainly experienced the cold during the night on the beach, the cold air blowing towards him from the sea.

Finnick also had experienced many different kind of warmths, the bad and the good

The kind of warmth you can only get back at the 4th district, the warm sand beneath is feet and the sunlight hitting the water.

The warmth from the capitol in all its luxury and velvety blankets and linen bedsheets which left him cold and empty instead

And the kind of warmth with you. A different kind of warmth, like now,

How the both of you were in a cold small quiet room with a thin blanket too small to cover 2 people and yet Finnick felt the most comfortable and warm he ever was,all because he had you in his arms

Even though there was a entire uprising going on, even though there was wounds and scars all over his back, even the nightmares he endures everynight seemed to cease to exist when he was with you

"Finnick" you repeat again

"yes sweetheart?" He responds nonchalantly, his arms pulling you in closer towards him

"aren't you feeling cold?" You ask, the thin blanket was hardly even able to cover you, let alone Finnick "we can't share it, it's far too small. We can take turns using it"

"it's alright sweetheart" Finnick mumbles and his face nuzzles into you neck "m'not cold"

You scoff "it's freezing, here" you try spreading the blanket across Finnick's body but Finnick just doesn't accept it

"you use it love, don't worry about me, I've got my sun right next to me. I'm warm enough" he lazily smiles "c'mon these scars aren't going to heal themselves, let's give into the night"

"scars don't heal Finnick, wounds do, not scars" you roll your eyes as you reply but your arms stretch over Finnick's neck

"I suppose so, but you can always kiss them better hm?" He hums

"I suppose I can always kiss them better" you smile as you press a kiss into his face

"night Finnick"

"goodnight sunshine"

#the hunger games #hunger game x reader #hunger games x reader #hunger games #thg finnick #thg fic #thg fanfiction #finnick fics #finnick x reader #finnick imagine #finnick odair #finnick x you #finnick x y/n #thg series #district 4 #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #finnick #finnick fanfic

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cherryblossompink303 · 3 months ago

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Patience S2:06:~Join the Black Magic club!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: honey senpai has a secret admirer ➼ what to expect: "Kyoya are you insecure over honey-senpai of all people?" ➼ warnings: n/a ➼S2:05 / S2:07

In the basement of the north wing, deep in the farthest reaches of the hall, behind the door you will find the black magic club.

"Hey Kanazuki, you're not gonna change? What have you been so preoccupied with lately?"

"A curse" Kanazuki mutters, not looking over at her fellow club members. "Woot! Kanazuki's specialty!"

"Who's the lucky victim this time?"

She hands them a photo "Oh? Isn't he in the host club? What's your grudge against him?" Nekozawa-senpai questions. "Well Mr president, to be honest....he stole my soul"

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Join the black magic club!

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"Achoo!"

"Oh Honey! Do you have a cold? It's easy to get sick when the seasons are changing"

"No i'm fine" Hoeney waves it off, smiling back at the guests "Take care of yourself. Actually I feel slightly feverish myself"

"I'm sorry to hear that princess, warm yourself with this ginger tea and we'll use it to divine whether that fever is from a cold or from your feelings for me" Tamaki leans over.

"Tamaki are you also a fortune teller?"

"Yes princess, did you know that since ancient times, people have read their fortunes in flora and the stars? But today the common folk use everyday items such as electrical appliances and stationary. At first I was impressed by their skill in entertaining themselves without spending money but them I realised it was a symptom of the emptiness in the busy lives! They'll use anything to feel better in an attempt to confirm the significance of their existance!"

You raise an eyebrow "Yeah senpai i'm pretty sure Haruhi would tell you that is not it"

"The boss is especially fervent in summer. He's been in perfect form since recovering from that cold"

"Oh haruhi!" Tamaki waves her over from across the room "Let father tell your animal fortune! Are you a bunny? or maybe a bridie?"

"I don't really care about that...make it quick"

Nekozawa senpai appears over Tamaki's shoulder "Ah! I didn't know you liked fortune telling Suoh" Tamaki jumps out of his skin "N-Nekozawa!"

"You should join the black magic club! We're currently holding our summer fortune telling campaign I'll give you a special reading....That reminds me, I have great news for Honey"

"Hm?" Honey turns to face them, halfway through eating a slice of cake.

"Congratulations! Our very own mistress of maledictions has chosen you to be her sacrificial victim!" Everyones faces fall at the statement.

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Miss Reiko Kanazuki, first year class D, the girl who has cast her evil eye upon Honey. At first glance, with her beautiful long black hair, she appears to be meek and prim. As her hobby is casting curses she doesn't fit in with the other students.

"Oh" the host club all huddle around the door of the classroom for 1-D, not so subtly spying on Kanazuki.

"She's the one cursing Honey? Do you know why?"

"I've seen her somewhere before, but I don't remember exactly!" Honey hides on the back of Mori. "She doesn't always wear a black cloak like Nekozawa does"

"Why me? Why am I cursed? Is she going to kill me?" Honey starts to cry. "I'll go have a talk with her" Mori storms off "No violence mori!" Tamaki yells after him.

"That's right. Interrupting the curse would only invite more calamity" Nekozawa pops up once more, and yet again frightening Tamaki. "Honey? You really don't remember? Kanazuki says you stole her soul. She intends to take yours as revenge"

You raise an eyebrow at the statement, head falling to the side as you watched the scene "Here's proof. It's Kanazuki's eraser, she wrote your name on it. once she uses it up, your soul will be hers"

Nekozawa holds up an eraser which has 'Mitskuni Haninozuka ♡' etched into it.

You laugh a little "Oh my god" You mutter under your breath, suddenly realising what this is actually about.

"She did the same to her mirror with nail polish"

"Um...I hate to break it to you Nekozawa but those aren't curses" You point out.

"It is! Here I have the book she used" He pulls out a charm book. "Nekozawa that's a book on elementary school love charms, Kanazuki doesn't want revenge on Honey, she has a crush on him!"

"No" Kanazuki appears by you "They're curses"

"It's nice to see you, haninozuka"

"huh?" Honey looks up at her in mild shock "One hair, if you please" She plucks one from his head, tying it with one of her own "This should bind your soul"

"Um...are you...in love with honey?" Tamaki asks

"Technially speaking, he stole my soul"

"I think you mean he stold your heart"

"Well, I don't know what it's commonly called, but to be specific...Honey occupies 90 percent of my thoughts and causes my heart to paliptate. His external appearance satisfies my fetishist tenedencies. I have a weakness for pixies. He took my soul so now I must take his, thus, until honey's soul is mine, I will continue to curse him"

She walks off, leaving the rest of you stunned "Okay I could have done without the explanation" you mutter, Kyoya turns to you "So you're saying you don't feel like that about me?" He jokes, you roll your eyes, lightly wacking him in the arm "shut up"

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And so with each new day, Miss Kanazuki's love attack intensifies.

She wrote his name on the chopsticks she uses at lunch, she wrote his name a hundred times in her notebook, among other things.

"Honey looks exhausted, is there anything we can do?"

"Hmm...we know they're only love charms...and I can never ignore the feelings of a girl in love" Tamaki wonders. "If you think about it, it's rare for someone to fall seriously in love with honey" Hikaru chimes in

"Yeah, most girls just feel maternal affection for him"

"You two should take into account Honey's feelings!"

Kyoya approaches him "What should we do, honey? This may interfere with the clubs business, if there's anything I can-"

"No...but...I've been watching her and she doesn't have any friends outside of the black magic club. I don't think she can talk to other people easily, the only way she knows how to communicate is through curses and charms."

"Excuse me, Haninozuka" She appears once again "May I borrow your bunny?" She picks it up "I'll give it back tomorrow"

"No! No! Not usa-chan!"

Mori snatches Usa-chan out of her hands "If you want his heart, shouldn't you do something else?"

"Hand over the stuffed animal, i'll curse you"

"Being cursed by someone who doesn't consider other people's feelings will have no effect on me at all. You'll never win someone's heart that way, no matter how many charms you use."

"But there's no point in thinking about the feelings of others, no one tries to understand me and certainly no one will grow to like me. Talking is a waste of time, so now I use curses right from the start."

"You're wrong reiko!" Honey exclaims "You've gotta share your feelings to be understood. If you want me to like you back, let's talk more. I don't want my feelings to be controlled by curses, I want to know about the things you like, the things you're not good at, what makes you happy. I'd like to hear all about those things...Reiko...i...I like girls who fight to overcome their weaknesses"

The rest of you look on impressed "Wow"

"Honey's actually got some good lines" you watch the situation with wide eyes, leant back against the wall with your arms crossed "Hm" Kyoya hums from next to you.

"So, reiko...would you like to eat some cake together?"

"Yes!"

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And so miss Kanazuki started visiting the host club, and the possible start of the perfect relationship sparked.

"Honey, I'll try to overcome my weaknesses...but I want to keep studying curses"

"Hmm...well, I guess I would never give up eating cake, I don't mind, but please keep it a hobby"

"Really? i'll do that then"

You watch on from your table with a smile. "You know I didn't expect Honey to be that smooth" you laugh a little, taking a sip of coffee. "Yes you do seem to be rather impressed with him" Kyoya mutters, scribbling away as usual.

"Hm? where did that come from?"

Kyoya sighs, taking off his glasses to clean them. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be snappy...do you...want something like that? Someone who is...smoother, with relationships?"

"Kyoya are you insecure over honey-senpai of all people?"

He rolls his eyes "I just mean...our relationship isn't exactly conventional, nor is the way we show affection...I guess i never really asked you..."

"Asked me...if I want a conventional relationship?"

"I suppose"

You sigh, looking down to your cup to realise its empty, you stand to go get a refill, pausing by his seat. "We haven't been properly together for long...and its both of our first relationships, we'll figureout stuff like that eventually. Conventional is boring, the only ones who understand it is us, why would I want to change that?" you place a hand on the table, inching closer to his hand. "That being said...I would be lying if I said i hadn't been holding back being more foreward with you for that reason" You trace your fingers up and down his forearm, noticing that he was also out of coffee, you take his cup.

"I'll get us refills" You smile, in contrast to the previous words, walking off to find some coffee. Leaving Kyoya to watch you walk away, jaw hanging slightly open.

Next time on patience....'Operation: misuzu's reconciliation!'

'Misuzu begs haruhi for help and we meet her daughter? can the host club help reunite them? find out next time on Patience!'

We'll see you then!'

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indigoire · 7 months ago

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You know I hate fucking talking about it but I'm literally sick, like physically ill, and I can't sleep or relax, so yeah, let's fucking talk about the hypocrisy of gun violence in America. It's no big deal if a man is shot and killed for dodging a $3 subway fare by the NYPD, but it's a HUGE fucking deal that a CEO was shot and killed for indirectly killing people and indirectly bankrupting families. AND because the CEO was shot and killed, Blue Cross Blue Shield retracted their stupid "no anesthesia after a certain time limit" policy. Talk about direct action.

Like truly, our healthcare system in the US is heartless, it kills us in a million ways. If your life is saved you might be buried in medical bills instead. We've all been subject to its millions of humiliations and degradations. But god forbid we celebrate getting some of our own back. God forbid we should project our anger onto the shooter and feel as if justice was finally, finally served. I think the closest we've come to seeing true justice done on these leeches was back when Martin Shkreli was convicted in 2017. Even then it wasn't half as satisfying as seeing...well.

Meanwhile we are subject to viewing a thousand unjust deaths and injuries, children dying of gun violence in school, innocent men shot down in broad daylight, and with bodycams on our police it doesn't stop it, just makes it so we can see how stupid and incompetent these pigs were before killing their victims.

A baby was shot in the head during a domestic dispute just one month ago. Both her and the mother were killed.

But we can't defuuuund the poliiiiiiice! Think of all the good they do! Like. Uh. Like when--uh. Hm.

So when they say they're looking for the shooter of the UHC CEO I hope they never find him. I hope he lives his best life. I hope other CEOs have at LEAST a few sleepless nights, wondering if they're next. I hope they bankrupt themselves hiring private security. It won't come close to what their insurance agencies have done to the people of this country, but it will feel a little bit like justice. It will feel a little bit like getting our own back.

For my FBI agent: I do not own a gun, I do not condone gun violence. I am not asking folks to arm themselves. I am not asking for retribution.

For everyone else: I am asking for everyone to understand the hypocrisy of these mealmouth politicians and celebrities that condemn the shooting of Brian Thompson but do not condemn the NYPD. That do not condemn police killings all over this country. That do not call for gun laws. That do not call for universal healthcare. That do not call for the dissolution of healthcare insurance agencies.

Deny. Defend. Depose.

#tw gun violence #tw violence #please be warned when clicking that link it is very triggering #Brian Thompson #UnitedHealthcare #UHC shooter #gun violence #deny defend depose

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like-rain-or-confetti · 18 days ago

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The Morgue

It's not everyday there's a break in to the Morgue. But who can really judge someone on their grief?

Scarecrow: Jonathan looked down at the body. He never knew you by face yet somehow, he knew this time. He scraped back your hair. "I was afraid you'd be young...and you are." He swallowed thickly. "Too young." Jonathan leaned down and whispered lowly. "He didn't deserve you." He sucked in another controlled breath through his nose. "You won't be forgotten. Not by him..." His voice quivered. "...not by me."

The Riddler: "Just like that...hm?" He nodded to himself, trying to force in an acceptance he wasn't ready for nor what he wanted. "Just like that. You're gone." Hesitantly, he put his hand over your wrist. "I would have let you go. I wanted you out of our fight. It was foolish for Batman to have ever let you..." The Riddler trailed off. He swallowed and clenched his jaw. Then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Two-Face: "Gotham doesn't realise those like you aren't victims of us. You're a victim of him." Harvey said, running his fingers through your hair. "You were way in over your head...and you bought into him. The idea of him. The hero..." Harvey sighed. "This is sad. It is. Truly. You're so young. It's a tragedy that's almost criminal."

Black Mask: “Shit…you really are dead and gone, huh?” He breathed looking over your body. He lightly touched your skin. “Cold.” He said to himself. “And people say I'm the killer.” He didn't sound affected but his eyes and focus on your body said otherwise. “It's a damn shame it was you.” He cracked a smile behind his mask. “It's a damn waste of a life. I guess that's just how it goes though, huh?”

Harley Quinn: She hovered over the body tearily. "I'm so sorry." She pleaded tearily. "I didn't mean for this to happen." She couldn't quite look, as though avoiding a judgemental gaze. How does someone defend themselves when their actions killed another. Harley liked to think it depends on the circumstances. However the circumstances weren't in her favour this time. After everything, all she was left with was the feeling of guilt that she had killed someone so young and unintentionally. “It wasn't supposed to be you. I-I'm sorry.”

#batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #black mask #harley quinn #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #roman sionis #harleen quinzell

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ssentimentals · 7 months ago

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Heyyy can I request Mingyu suggestive prompt no. 7 pleaseee

heyyy, sure you can :) thank you for requesting! 💜 hopefully you will like it!

suggestive prompt: 'you either shut up or i make you.'

you can easily admit that sometimes you take jokes too far. your excuse is that they stretch thin themselves and anyways, it's hard to stop when you're on a roll. teasing people is not a hobby of yours, no matter how much mingyu claims it to be - he just so happens to fall the victim of it more often than other people.

'what is it?' you grin widely, not even hiding your joy from teasing him. 'big boy can't take it, hm? can't take some friendly teasing?'

mingyu arches one eyebrow, looking at you with a barely concealed urge to snap your neck. or push you to the wall and kiss you fiercely. 'you think it's funny?'

'what's not funny about it?' you gloat, knowing that it's a good time to stop, but never really being able to do so when it comes to mingyu in particular. 'that you little masculine heart can't take-'

'you either shut up or i make you.' mingyu cuts you off, gritting his teeth. when you look shocked from his words but don't immediately start defending, he knows he gained the upper hand. 'or is this what you're waiting for? for me to shut up? hm?'

'what even,' you mutter, watching as he comes up closer to you. smirk looks too sexy on his face, you wish you could wipe it off, but your mind is blank of any comebacks.

'how do you want me to do it, pretty girl?' mingyu asks, all cocky. it, unfortunately, makes your heart beat faster. 'with my mouth? with my fingers?' he leans closer, whispering right into your mouth: 'or maybe you prefer something else? something... bigger?'

you have to push him away. but your body is not moving and your back arches on its own, when he wraps one arm around your waist. 'cat got your tongue?' mingyu asks, pressing you to his body.

he looks like he won and he looks good with that smirk of his. you wish he didn't. you wish your pride woke up and your brain started working. you wish- mingyu kisses you. and you wish this moment never stopped, because defeat never tasted this sweet.

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

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a-bad-case-of-the-stephs · 7 months ago

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Hello thank you for approving of my "Bruce's unexpressed resentment towards Jason filters into his treatment of Steph" idea it's been giving me hives lately thinking about it.

Because I don't think any theoretical (slightly substantiated?) resentment Bruce would have towards Jason is like. Malicious. It's more the aching absence of needing to scold your child for scaring you, for endangering themselves bc don't they know that they're your heart? Except you can't say any of that because they're dead and it's cruel.

But I think it all comes back to like. "The good soldier" epitaph (which actually has very little presence in canon and idk if Jason ever even brought it up post resurrection?) which, in my mind, could be seen as in character for Bruce IF we assume that Bruce is retroactively putting distance between him and Jason, bc otherwise he has to confront the fact that he lost his baby, not a sidekick or a friend but his baby, his boy. And it's easier to lose a solider rather than your baby WAIT. ASK CANCELLED THIS IS ABOUT BRUCE/STEPH PARALLELS AGAIN; THE LOSS OF A CHILD. HOLY SHIT!

EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS ASK RIGHT NOW STAT!!!!

I’m coughing blood and dying holy shit. Great great stuff genius theory I super love this. Horrible but so so great.

In my mind if I were to explain why Bruce might start feeling resentful towards Jason it would comes down to these two things, that scolding instinct you mentioned which is really just grief, so much grief, and then that combined with the victim blaming that sort of goes on with Jason after he dies.

Because you have to blame Jason a little bit, it has to be his fault because it’s the only way forward, because how else could Bruce ever validate his choice to work with a new Robin? How else could he go on at all? And Alfreds right there, at the airport after Jason dies, and the first thing he says to Bruce’s face, the very first thing he says is that it isn’t Bruce’s fault, and that it was Jason’s disobedience (Gotham Knights #44).

But because we get this increasing focus on how Jason’s own faults led to his death we get that frustration/grief compounded with this increased blaming and you can’t be angry at Jason he’s dead. But now there is this frustration targeted towards his memory, and that’s not what you’re supposed to feel about your dead son, thats not an acceptable target.

(It’s Not substantiated strongly enough in canon BUT thats how I would explain any feelings of potential anger towards Jason after he died)

Your analysis of the phrase of “good solider”….my lord. Hm don’t worry he wasn’t a boy wasn’t a child who died don’t worry it was a soldier. Sometimes that happens to soldiers.

(Just in case someone else brings it up, although I’m 80 percent sure rhato technically canonizes that Alfred put up the Jason Todd Case and therefore the “good solider” plaque, pre new 52 there’s evidence it was Bruce’s decision not Alfreds)

Tf when I create emotional distance between me and my baby because I can’t handle losing what I must lose if I allow full recognition.

Tf when I blame myself but still the only way forward is this ignorance, this denial of what was. GAH!! (THIS IS ABOUT STEPHANIE BROWN AND BATMAN BOTH ITS ABOUT BOTH OF THEM HOLY SHIT)

I NEED to give her pregnancy lasting thematic and narrative significance Bc the writers sure as hell did not want to, THANK you for fueling my mad agenda (giving Stephs horrible pregnancy arc more meaning besides being a hamfisted PSA and Tim Drake drama)

Anyway thank you so much this is a fucking incredibly based theory I’m extremely in favor.

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writing-rat · 2 years ago

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Ghostface’s Victim

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Reader

Content Warning; 18+ content, G!P Sam, Sam has a penis, Sam is Ghostface, Roleplay, Knife play, Bit of blood, consensual non consent

Summary: Sam decided that you should be her victim…

Inspired by: @xiihyunn

It was an exceptionally hot day for your apartment block. The AC was broken and nothing could be done by it so you was just wearing shorts and a tank top. You had no need to go out after all so you had put on no underwear, you saw no need for it considering you wasn’t going to be going out and also you would be more dressed up. It was also a bit of a funny time and you didn’t really want to go out due to a murderer being out there, calling themselves Ghostface. You knew what they did and why they were at the Big Apple. You was currently busying yourself by watching TV due to it being 8pm at night, and it being dark outside.

That meant you was unaware of your door being picklocked, and the opening of the door and gentle close. The entrance connected to the living room so the intruder could quickly see you, lounging lazily as you was watching your film. Your nipples were erect, causing the intruder to stalk over with an erection that wasn’t hidden under the cloak. Soon your arm was stabbed, missing the vital places and only causing a superficial cut against the arm. You let out a small scream before a gloved hand covered your mouth, your other arm being superficially cut at the same time. The masked person tilted their head, one hand pinning you down, the knife being held dangerously above you. Shaking, you glanced down and saw her cock. That’s when the knife was put down beside your head, the hand taking the mask off suddenly. There Sam stood, your girlfriend.

You widened your eyes. “Sam?” you whimpered out and was trying to crawl back. “Baby. What are you doing?” You asked, not moving anymore as you felt the knife dig into your arms again.

“Claiming and protecting what is mine,” Sam growled out before she was kissing you deeply. Weakly, you kissed back to keep your life safe. You didn’t know what the taller girl would do if not. Soon, she pressed herself against you, a gasp slipping out of your own mouth as you felt her dick against your thigh. “This is how you make me feel. This is why I need you, to protect you, to claim you as mine,” she growled out. You nodded, lust and desire clouding your mind. Soon she ripped off your tank top, which luckily was your plain one. You would’ve been mad if it had a pattern. She used the knife to trace over where she ripped, using the tip as she licked her lips. “So fucking hot under me, you love this hm?” Sam asked, her hand that was pinning your arms down going to your crotch and feeling your wetness as your shorts had a wet patch now. You regretted not wearing underwear at this point but it was already too late.

That’s when she used the knife and ripped your shorts like that. You gasped, feeling yourself get wetter at that. You was humiliated that it turned you on a lot. You didn’t want that but it had happened, all you could do was hope that Sam hadn’t seen it. Unfortunately for you, she had as she smirked, the Ghostface robe still on her. That’s when she sat on top of you, proceeding to take her black jeans off as well as her black boxers. You watched as you knew what would happen next. She would penetrate you. You blushed as she pinned you down again, knife against your arm again before she started to slowly enter inside. You let out a gasp as you couldn’t help it. She then grasped at your nipples with the hand that had the knife in it, except it was on the floor now. It was just laid down like that. You blinked in shock before glancing up at the older Carpenter, pleasure and lust running through your body srill.

“Not even halfway in and your practically begging to be pounded into,” Sam grunted out, feeling how wet you was as well as tight. You was clenching just right against her as she was entering slowly, before she rammed the last half inside without any care in the world. A loud moan slipped out your mouth as she rammed into you, Sam grunted but she smirked at your reaction as she was not going to be gentle. You saw that glint in your eyes that you recognised. “The other thing I’m killing tonight is this pussy, ok baby?” Sam teased, pushing her body weight onto yours, gasping into your ear as she was thrursting already. Nodding, you allowed her as moans slipped out your mouth, you assumed you would be saved if she fucked you hard enough. She kept going rough and fast inside, grunting as she did so. “Such a good slut,” she praised as she kept fucking you.

You could feel yourself already getting close due to the pace. Clenching tighter, you were prepared to let it happen until Sam stopped and pulled out. “You aren’t cumming until I allow you to,” she growled out.

“Please Sam,” you whimpered out. After a minute she entered you again and started to thrust again.

“Not my name,” Sam grunted out as she was thrusting hard and rough, her hand groping at your chest roughtly. You wasn’t pinned down anymore so she grasped at your neck, choking you.

“Please, need to cum Sa-Ghostface,” you rasped out, opening your legs wider. You noticed the puddle underneath you which made you blush. You didn’t know you could get that wet even.

“Should I keep edging you?” Sam asked go no one in particular. You whined out a no as you was gripping onto the floor tightly, pleasure overriding your senses. You soon felt the hand leave your neck, sure there was a bruise there. Just as you was about to ask, you gasped st the cold metal that touched your chest, near where Sam’s hand was. You arched your back as you was loving how you was treated.

“Won’t say you’re Ghostface. Would let you strap me down anywhere, please, let me cum. Need to. Sensitive,” you moaned out, tears rolling down your face. Sam just smirked.

“I was going to let you cum anyways but I might just do that now,” she grunted, doing one last thrust before she came inside you. Feeling her cum inside you caused you to also orgasm. You was grasping into Sam’s shoulder, knife never leaving your chest. You did feel a cut start to appear but you didn’t care as you was on cloud 9. You was holding onto her tightly, when Sam asked something.

“How was that?” Sam asked.

“Amazing,” you responded immediately. “I think I like pretending to be Ghostface’s victim,” you mumbled out, throwing the knife to the side before you grabbed the robe and kissed her gently. Sam held your face as you was kissing her gently. “Also Greg was speaking bad about Tara. Want him to be the next actual victim? Not to your dick hopefully as that’s mine,” you mumbled out against her lips, slowly rubbing her dick again. Sam smirked and nodded.

“No one else will ever see it or be used by my dick, I will not allow it,” she spoke and kissed your cheek. You smirked, still stroking her, Sam moaning. “Second round?” she asked.

“Second round,” you confirmed, slowly sliding down to suck her dick.

#scream #ratboy writes #ratboy writing #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter smut #sam carpenter

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thetepes · 8 months ago

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youtube

"Fuck it, I'm going to go back to calling people Nazis if they look at me funny." - 4:20 is the timestamp.

She is such a fascinating streamer, no? Dead air, no music, bringing up a cosplayer who killed themselves over accusations after saying it's perfectly fine and good to make flippant accusations. Telling her viewers to mass report Ant's videos, something which youtube found her so inert and completely fucking unable to meaningfully achieve they automatically considered his report solved because there was never any meaningful threat to begin with.

Anyway, it means nothing. This accusation. These words. Nothing, but meaningless piss from a person who so loudly declares their victimhood and cries about their status as a poc, a transwoman, a disabled person who lives off government assistance.

These things that all of which would have made you a victim of this meaningless regime to you. Let's look at who they targeted!

Black people

Civilians accused of disobedience, resistance, or partisan activity

Gay men, bisexuals, and others accused of deviant sexual behavior

whose religious beliefs conflicted with Nazi ideology, such as Jehovah’s Witnesses

people with disabilities

Slavic People

Political opponents and dissenters in Germany such as communists

Roma and other people derogatorily labeled as “Gypsies”

Social outsiders in Germany derogatorily labeled as “asocials” or “professional criminals”

Soviet Prisoners of War.

Hm, would you look at that? It seems we both meet the measure of those who would be eradicated. We would be victims of Nazis, Lily. Both of us.

Most estimates place the total number of deaths during the Second World War at around 70-85 million people. Approximately 17 million of these deaths were due to crimes against humanity carried out by the Nazi regime in Europe. In comparison to the millions of deaths that took place through conflict, famine, or disease, these 17 million stand out due to the reasoning behind them, along with the systematic nature and scale in which they were carried out.

They were 17 millions of us. A number not one of us can begin to fathom the actual scale of.

So why do only I know the weight of this between us, Lily? Are you really so disconnected from what you are that that multi generation eradicating horror is something you can't comprehend? Nazi isn't some flighty term like Republican that can mean anything from a out of touch grandma who thinks a house can still be bought for 25k to a man holding a tiki torch saying we should nuke downtown Atlanta. Nazis are one thing. They are the thing I struggle to describe as people, but they were and are people and we must remember the great evil people are capable of.

These are not the same thing. You can't just fling Nazi out like it's meaningless. To do so demeans not just the victims, but people still living. You belittle us. You belittle yourself. When you reduce Nazi to a buzzword you take away the sheer magnitude of the violence and loss they caused. Nazi is a word with meaning. It should hurt to say because of how heavy it is.

Have some pride. Have some dignity. Some grace. Have some respect for our lost kin and those that would have been our friends, for the strangers that would have been connected to us by the single thread of this group's hatred.

Give that word it's meaning.

This part is for all of us who have grown too casual with our language, not just her,

Stop calling people Nazis unless they are. Nazis aren't fairytale creatures or monsters under the bed. They're human. They're your brother, your father, your cousin, your next door neighbor. That's what's so scary about them. They're just people. Hateful people. They look like you and me. Look at what a Nazi is. Look at their beliefs. Look at what they did. Memorize it. We all must look even though it hurts because we need to be able to identify them and half of that is giving that word weight so when we see the danger we can name it. For our own safety.

It's time to demand better. It's time to have meaning. It's time to use our words and use them accurately.

#lily orchard critical #Obviously they also targeted Jews but I meant who else they targeted as it was not applicable to Lily #I apologize if I failed to communicate that effectively

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imsobadatnicknames2 · 6 months ago

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The notes on that library card post are really something else like. You can make a post about how annoying it is that americans are constantly saying dumb ignorant shit about other countries in the world on the internet and when they get called on it they immediately start victimizing themselves about how uniquely bad the US education system is and how uniquely hard it is for them to access educational materials despite the fact that neither of those things are uniquely bad in the US and the average american actually has access to a wealth of information most people in other countries could never even begin to dream of and they just take it for granted; and americans will come to the notes like "i can't believe you're ignoring so many variables about how bad things are here. What if someone's a disabled illiterate dyslexic closeted queer teen in the rural deep south with no money and no internet access who doesn't have time to educate themself because they have to work two jobs, hm?? do you also think they're responsible for their own ignorance, hm??" like Idk buddy I don't think the disabled illiterate dyslexic closeted queer teen in the rural deep south with no money and no internet access working two jobs you just imagined is the person OP was talking about when she complained about americans saying dumb ignorant shit on the internet.

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captain-athos · 3 months ago

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A scene from Guardian Angel that I'm about to delete but I figured you ray/lawrence enjoyers might get a kick out of it!

He keeps bumping into Raymond O’Malley in the following days - in corridors and out in the gardens, exiting a meeting room as he goes in. Or perhaps they’ve always been moving past each other, and Lawrence has just never noticed.

Ray - he calls him Ray now, though Ray himself still insists on Your Eminence - is always in a hurry it seems. He walks like he thinks he’s being followed, practically racing through the corridors of the Apolstolic Palace as fast as propriety will allow for.

“Your Eminence!” he calls out, skidding to a halt as the two of them find themselves on the stairs together, Ray going up, Lawrence going down.

Lawrence reaches out on instinct, because Ray seems to be a mess of twitchy, anxious movement. He places a steadying hand on Ray’s arm, and is pleased when the other man seems to settle.

“What is it?”

“The windows in the Capella Aurelio, I just thought I’d let you know the repairs have been scheduled, and it should be good as new in no time.”

His lips quirk slightly.

“I suppose we should be glad whatever it was didn’t pick the Sistine to inhabit. The repair bill would be astronomical.”

“Oh, don’t even joke about it Ray, God forbid-”

Lawrence shudders at the thought, but he doesn’t miss the way Ray tenses.

“On the other hand, perhaps I should be grateful we’ve been blessed with such polite demons thus far. They’re trying to destroy us, but at least they’ve got manners.”

Lawrence forces a smile to accompany his attempt at a joke, but it quickly becomes genuine when he sees Ray relax.

“If only they were all a little more like you, perhaps they’d even be good company,” said Ray.

That stops Lawrence in his tracks, and he has to take several moments to try and unpick whether Ray is being serious, or whether he’s fallen victim to some form of sarcasm he hasn’t quite managed to grasp.

“Your Eminence?” says Ray, a little unsure again, “I - I apologise if I was out of line-”

“Hm? Oh, no - no no no, not at all, Ray. I just - I thought you were saying I was good company and then I-”

“Oh, but you are. That’s what I… what I meant.”

Lawrence just stares at him in silence, which stretches on for far too long.

Ray looks down at his feet.

“I should go. I - I hope you have a good day, your Eminence.”

“And you too, Ray. Bless you,” murmurs Lawrence.

The two of them hurry on their separate ways, Lawrence mentally berating himself for the utter mess he’d made of that conversation. Ray was too kind for his own good. He’d be eaten alive in a place like the Vatican, if he wasn’t careful.

#Conclave

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klausysworld · 2 years ago

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Hi, your writing about how a yandere reader kidnapped Klaus is quiet interesting and this gave me an idea: how about a scenario where a yandere reader kidnapped a yandere Klaus? Like where reader faked Klaus to believe she was innocent and sweet but in fact she was just obsessive and possessive as he was, so she kidnapped him to protect him from being hurt by his enemies? Thanks a lot.

(Readers gonna be a witch cuz I doubt a human could kidnap him by themselves)

Power Play

He started it.

He was the one who started following me, not the other way around. He wanted to know more about me, know where I live and how involved I was with the ‘save Elena gang’. He wanted to stand outside my house and watch me like he didn’t know I left my curtains open on purpose.

It was all him.

It isn’t my fault that his obsession brought on mine.

He was just so possessive and jealous and damaged and desperate for love, I couldn’t just ignore him.

I wanted him so I took him. Just more gradually than maybe I would like.

I had to entice him first. Once I realised he had chosen me, I needed to find out why.

I didn’t really get in the way of his plans and kept relatively quiet whenever the others were planning anything and to Klaus that mean that I was innocent in the situation and didn’t like to hurt people. Partly true but it was more that I couldn’t be bothered.

But I was happy to play the innocent victim if that’s what he wanted.

All I had to do was have him find me crying over a boy and he was all over me, telling me I was too good for a common fool and that ‘a little witch like me’ should be with someone much more powerful to keep me safe.

The feel of his arms around me was perfect and I knew I would need it more. I could hear his breath hitch as I hugged him back tightly, his hand ran through my hair making us both sigh before inevitably having to pull away.

He kissed my forehead and I kissed his cheek before we both parted, each of us with a smile on our faces for very similar reasons.

That night when he stood outside my house I decided to give him more of a show, leaving the curtains open after my shower and sitting by my window as I rubbed cream onto my bare legs.

It was so easy to wind him up, showing him any amount of my skin had him immediately as close as he was allowed without it being suspicious.

Walking around in my mini skirt and tight cropped top always had him approaching me, his arm fining its way around my waist as he pulled me to him

“You look gorgeous today sweetheart” he would compliment while staring any others who looked my way down.

“Oh, thank you, I liked the colours” i mumbled while smiling up at him making his lips upturn and him to nod

“So do I”

Though I knew his attention was truly more focused on my legs and cleavage, not that I minded.

Occasionally he would request a spell or two from me but I pretended I wasn’t very good at all. Which earned me lessons from him

“A pretty little witch like you should know how to defend herself, how about we start with something simple hm?” He placed a candle in-front of me and although I could easily light a thousand of them alight, I made a struggle out off it and made myself appear frustrated and upset so he would bring comfort and words of encouragement.

Once I had it lit he was over the moon, spinning me in his arms and kissing the corner of my mouth before bringing a beginners spell book over and allowing me to choose one to try next.

I knew if I got too good or confident then he would feel threatened, he didn’t like powerful things, he liked people to be weaker and sweeter than him.

So I was just that. Even took to baking to make appear as though I had some basic human hobbies, I would bring him biscuits and cakes when we had my lessons and each time he tried a new one he threw a fuss over it.

When he started gifting me little flowy dresses I knew he thought me to be an angel. Diamond necklaces and pearl earrings always being presented to me wrapped in pink ribbons. White was his favourite colour on me

“The colour of innocence and purity my love, it’s perfect for your beauty”

“There must be something I can buy you?” I offered with a smile but he shook his head

“Your baked treats are all I need” he murmured

“Surely you desire something else? Anything?” I questioned and he shifted in his seat, clearly thinking something a little more than a normal gift. “How about my blood?” I tilted my head and his eyes widened

“Love-“

“No I insist, you can drink from me, I don’t mind” I gave him my wrist and watched the hesitation on his face. “Please? It’s my thank you to you…for being so generous and caring for me” I whispered and his eyes softened

“Alright…you tell me if you feel dizzy or if it hurts okay?” He checked and I nodded.

The second his teeth were in me I knew he was hooked, the moan that left him said enough as the veins danced beneath his eyes and he swallowed my blood down like an addict.

It drove his obsession through the roof and he found himself needing it more and more. As soon as I was offering he was latched onto my arm just like I had expected.

It was all too easy to have him feel like he saved me. Just had to put myself in a couple risky positions for him to swoop in and suddenly he never wanted to leave my side.

Only downside was it was hard to have any time when he wasn’t watching me to plan my attack on him.

So I had to move slow, unbearably slow. But eventually I had it set up. Turns out the Lockwoods have more than one underground cellars and they’re hidden all around.

I chose one furthest out in the woods and told him I had planned something special for us. Of course he probably expected a date of sorts, most likely didn’t think I would be kidnapping him.

I felt a little bad when I stabbed him in the back with a high concentration of wolfsbane and vervain but at the same time it was for the best. The group were planning to kill him and for once their planned actually sounded promising and I didn’t like that. It was more risky to let them go through with it than for me hide him. Besides it’s only temporary…

Lets say he wasn’t too pleased to wake up in chains, apparently it wasn’t one of his kinks,yet.

But really I think he was more upset that I wasn’t the sweet little flower that he thought I was.

His first question was who enchanted the chains but he knew. He just didn’t want it to be true.

“Sweetheart I don’t understand…if you had all this…power why hide it from me? Why do this now?” He gestured to the cage he trapped in.

“The Salvatores have another plan. But this one was a little too promising and I couldn’t risk them getting you.” I told him with a weak smile, still keeping my distance so he couldn’t get too mad

“So you have me here…so they don’t kill me?” He trailed a little confused and I nodded

“Yes and because…I love you and you aren’t very good at keeping yourself safe” I mumbled and he blinked right back at me. I could feel my face getting a little hotter and I glanced to the exit

“Y/n…I love you too, let me out and we can talk about this a little more…well humanly” he muttered with a small and somewhat nervous chuckle.

I sighed as I looked him over, I knew he was trying his best to keep his anger in check and I was beginning to feel a little bad but I was in the right. And it’s not like he wasn’t going to do the same thing to me, I watched him too difference was that he didn’t know it.

“I will…soon just after everything has cooled down okay? Everything’s gonna be just fine. You don’t have to worry, you can drink from me or blood bags, you have a mattress and pillow, blankets. What else do you need? I got the fairy lights so it’s not dark. Books, I even got you some canvases and artsy stuff. This place is temporary, just relax for a moment and I’m gonna be back really soon okay?” I had gotten closer to him as I spoke and my hand cupped his face gently.

“You’re leaving? Love, you can’t leave me down here!?” He grabbed my wrist firmly but not painfully however he was still incredibly weak so I easily got out of his grip.

“I have to make sure everyone believes you’ve left” I whispered while leaning forward and kissing his cheek. “I can’t have anyone looking for you”

“Y/n, don’t leave me” he murmured, his forehead pressed to mine making me sigh softly

“It’s not for long klaus, I promise”

“If you love me…you wont do this to me” he mumbled and I hummed

“You act as though you don’t have a room ready in your basement ready for me”

He pulled his head back and frowned at me “how on earth do you know that?”

“Do you think I don’t see you outside my window?” I whispered and his eye’s darkened

“You watch me too?”

“Mhm except I actually go inside, I don’t just wait in the garden”

He stared at me for a moment before a small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips “you truly are something else aren’t you sweetheart?” He muttered, the backs of his fingers brushed over my cheek. “What is it you want me to do love?”

“Just stay here until it’s safe…maybe we’ll go somewhere else after, somewhere real far away so it’s just us”

“Okay…how about we start looking, after you go secure your plan?” He kissed my neck softly and smiled down at me

“We can take Elena, for your hybrids if you really want” I whispered hoping if he was just lying to trap me back, I could sway his decisions.

“Nonsense, my hybrids don’t like me anyway, I’d rather just have you my love”

I just hoped it was true, not that it mattered, if he didn’t then I’d just have to get better security measures.

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