#Did everyone get a bunch of cool presents??

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Studio TV Solutions presents Half Life VR but the AI are Self-Aware (2020) [not a real movie]. A movie with a totally improv’d script starring a moltey crew who are sure to give you a rip-roarin’ good time!

anyway hi new au just dropped. i’m calling it HLVRAIM. it’s HLVRAI but it’s a blockbuster movie and the science team are played by actors. i have many thought on backstories n stuff that i will stick under a “read more” here otherwise this post will be hella long on people’s dashes. 👇👍 pls care about this i thought so hard and much

Half Life VR but the AI are Self-Aware was put out by Studio TV Solutions in 2020 and destroyed the box office with how fun it was and how well the cast played off one another. The cast was given a general outline for the script with the goal for it to be mostly improv.

Gordon Freeman: Mannie Flores (Dominican American, age 28, he/him) - Popular Youtuber/Twitch streamer (“Radi0Mann”). Got offered the role in HLVRAI thanks to the creative things he’s done in his Youtube/Twitch career. This is his first “official” acting gig. He was pretty starstruck at first, but then as he got to know everyone, he realized they’re all a bunch of dorks (affectionate). - Started off as a gaming channel, but then started branching off into various creative endeavors as he got more popular. He still plays games too though. - One of the things Mannie did in his internet career that hit the mainstream was when he wrote, directed, starred in, and filmed his own movie in just 2 weeks because he failed a bet with his audience. Except the movie was actually really good and funny and heartfelt (i want to say it was about “a man who got left behind on earth after everyone else was raptured because god literally forgot about him”, but i think the concept might’ve been done already). - Met Benji through HLVRAI. They hit it off and now they’re dating. They tried to keep it secret for a while but Mannie had a slip-up during a stream that sort of blew it out of the water.

Benrey: Benji Song (Japanese/Chinese, age 30, he/they) - Started off as a film sound designer in the industry, then through a series of silly willy little events—possibly even shenanigans—got roped into a role in a passion indie film that became wildly acclaimed and flung him into the spotlight. Been an actor ever since, but isn’t the most proactive in taking jobs much to their agent’s annoyance. People never know where he’ll pop up next. Sometimes Benji will sneak in sound designer work behind their agent’s back. - Honestly likes background work more because everyone’s got these expectations of them as an actor that they feel pressured to meet. But he’s also afraid of disappointing people. He’s working on it. - Met their partner Mannie through HLVRAI. Totally was a fan of his streams/videos beforehand though. When they mention that, Mannie gets flustered. - Does music as a hobby. Electronic stuff mostly—enjoys mashing together all sorts of sounds and trying to make them work. After HLVRAI, Mannie’s streams gets cool new music that’s made by somebody going by “johnwicklover1994.” wink

Harold Coomer: Hau’oli “Hau” Kaleo-Kirchhoff (Hawaiian/Samoan, age 66, he/him) - Old musician who’s supposed to be retired but once in a while will release a song or even do a concert (but nothing crazy). - Hau’oli is pronounced [hh-ow-oh-lee], but he also goes by “Hau” for the haoles’ sake. :) Kaleo is [kah-leh-oh]. also Hau’oli sounds a little bit like the name Holly so that’s a fun coincidence i didn’t realize until later. - Most of his music is chill island tunes but he has been known to dabble in rock and jazz. - Married to Mose (been together for 30 years and counting).

Bubby: Mose Kaleo-Kirchhoff (German, age 69 [nice], xe/him) - Veteran actor—been in the acting industry for a long time. One of his more well-known roles was in a popular sci-fi series. - Married to Hau’oli (they got married the moment it was legal). - i went with a name that started with “M” cuz when Gordon first asks Bubby for his name, xe’s like, “mmm Bubby.” and i headcanon it’s because Mose was about to say xir own name and had to swerve last minute and the thing his brain resorted to was Bubby lol.

Tommy Coolatta: Luis Tanglao (Filipino, age 37, he/they) - Child star who dropped out of the industry when he hit his teens and then came back years later as a comedian. He has material about how fucked up being a child star was. Will only take acting roles if it interests them. - They don’t care about how the public/media sees him. He’ll speak his mind and call out BS when he sees it. Interviewing them can be a war zone. - Hosts a popular podcast with some buds they discuss things like video games, their lives, news, etc. Just shooting the shit. - Sunkist is their actual dog and she modeled for the png photo that was used. Her name is actually Biko. She is a very good girl. <3

Darnold Pepper: Sage Haven (African American, age 40, he/her/they) - Famous cooking show host who gets offered roles in movies. Got popular by how unconventional her meals and cooking methods are and how funny he is. - Has had multiple food/cooking/baking shows over the years. Every competition-based one they’ve had focused more on good vibes, fun, and encouraging one another rather than drama. One show involved people competing to see who could make the best full course meal with the catch being they could only cook everything in a microwave. Many microwaves perished. - Changed their name to Sage Haven during their transition. They chose it because it reflects his passion and also is a play on the phrase “safe haven”, which is what she wants to be to others. - He has an adoptive daughter named Kit. She helped them think up bits and jokes. She also had to help explain what Half-Life was.

haven’t gotten to gman and forzen’s actors yet unfortunately. thinking gman’s actor could be a talk show host? because that would be funny. anyway thanks for humoring me on my shenanigans. bye

[dccomicsimagines]

Gift Exchange Mayhem - Young Justice Imagine

Requested by Anon - Can I have the team doing some last minute shopping for Christmas?? Maybe the reader waits until the last minute and needs help??

Author's Note - Happy Holidays! I finally was able to finish something.

***

"Dismissed," Batman said, waving his hand as he turned back to the computer to finish up whatever paperwork he had. The mission had gone well, so the debriefing wasn't too painful.

At least for everyone else, you found it excruciatingly slow. Every minute was a minute closer to the Christmas Eve party and the gift exchange.

Everyone moved off. You stayed where you were until you saw M'gann and Conner walk completely out of the room.

You turned, scanning the room until you saw Artemis heading toward the locker rooms. Dashing after her, you grabbed her arm. "I need your help," you whispered, voice tight with the brewing storm of panic in your chest.

"Ow," Artemis hissed, jerking her arm away. "What do you want, weirdo?"

You swore you saw Batman glance over from the corner of your eye. Your breath caught in your throat. "I need help, but we can't talk about it here. Please?"

Artemis sighed, but gestured for you to follow her. You quickly fell into step beside her.

The two of you walked in silence until you made it to the library. She spun on her heel and crossed her arms. "What do you want?"

You admired how cool she looked in this moment. You wished you could be cool. "I..." You swallowed away your insecurities. "I need help finding a gift for the gift exchange."

She raised an eyebrow. "You haven't gotten one yet? It's tomorrow."

"I know!" You threw up your hands, shaking slightly. "I couldn't focus on it, because I got M'gann and I knew I would blow it in the mind link at some point, so I decided I had to not think about it at all until the last minute. That way, she can be surprised."

Artemis sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Why do you always do this shit?"

"I wanted it to be good. It's her first Christmas on earth and she's already excited, but I don't know what to get her." You bit your lip and blinked back tears.

"Why can't you ask Conner? I got things to do." Artemis narrowed her eyes with that steady frown she was always inclined to give you.

You groaned. "I can't ask Conner, then she'd know. That boy doesn't hide anything from her anymore."

She rolled her eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall. "Okay, fine."

A grin burst onto your face. "Thank you!" You almost reached out to hug her, but she held up a finger to stop you. Your face burned. "Sorry. Can we go now after we change?"

"Sure." Artemis left the room. You let out a sigh to calm your heart.

***

Artemis' head ached at the bright lights of Star City's Megamall. Christmas music blasted throughout the place as people hurried about.

"Luckily, the west coast is still open huh?" You laughed, nudging her side.

Artemis swallowed back a biting retort. "Yep." You stopped by the big tree in the center of the main entrance. Glancing around, you seemed just as lost as you always were. Irritation bubbled up inside of Artemis. "Let's go. We don't have time. It closes in two hours."

You flinched slightly. "Right." You hurried off to your left, leading the way past a bunch of clothing stores.

Artemis took a deep breath. She shouldn't be so annoyed really. What other plans did she have today anyway? All she was going to do was go home and hang out with her mom. Christmas didn't mean much in the Crock household. Just a time where there was no school and a lot of Dad.

She shook her head. 'Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many - not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.' It was a quote from Sketches by Boz by Charles Dickens. A early present to herself when she spotted it in a thrift shop during her Christmas shopping.

You started to head into Spencer's, but Artemis snatched your arm. "No."

"Why?" You blinked. Sometimes Artemis wondered if you were also from Mars.

"There will be nothing for her in there, come on." Artemis pulled you along.

You bit your lip. "I don't know where to even start. What does M'gann even like anyway?"

"Conner." She snorted when you seemed to think she was serious. "You can't give her Conner."

"That would have made things easy. I could just put a bow on him." You dodged a family who was running to the mall.

"You're so weird." Artemis crossed her arms. "Let's go here." She walked into a trendy clothing store. It smelled expensive. Artemis' skin crawled.

You glanced around. "I can't give her clothes. She has...clothes that can be anything."

"Just look around!" Artemis snapped. She saw you deflate in the corner of her eye. She should be nicer to you, but...you were so annoying. You moved away from her to look at the wall of perfumes.

Artemis made herself browse at the other side of the store, ignoring price tags and just looking. Like a normal girl.

***

You sniffed at a perfume. It could work for M'gann, except you didn't know if it would be like giving her clothes. You haven't noticed her making a scent when she shifted her clothes.

Biting your lip, you glanced over to find Artemis across the store. She held up a nice brown moto jacket to herself. A hint of a smile on her lips. You smiled too until her face dropped at the sight of the price tag.

"Well, well, well, you went shopping?" A creepy laugh followed. You turned to find Robin in civies with sunglasses over his eyes. He glanced over at Artemis. "With Artemis?"

You slapped a hand over his mouth. "Are you alone?" You looked around wildly. Your heart stopped when you saw Wally, Kaldur, and Roy standing outside the store with big soft pretzels. Kaldur eyed his while Wally and Roy munched down.

Rob pushed your hand away. "We all saw you two sneak off and got concerned since Artemis and you...never mind."

You pursed your lips, wondering what he meant. However, you had other concerns. "Conner and M'gann aren't with you, are they? Please tell me, they aren't?"

Robin snorted. "Those two are occupied." He crossed his arms. "What? Did you have Conner as your secret santa?"

"No, I have M'gann and I don't know what to get her!" You blushed as your eyes filled with tears. "I'm going to mess up Christmas!"

"Woah, stay whelmed." Rob held up his hands. "Deep breaths." He took a deep breath. You copied him. Your heart slowed down. "Why did you wait until last minute?"

"I would have spoiled it through the mind link at some point. You know how I get distracted, so I made myself not think about it until I knew we wouldn't have another mission." You took another deep breath. "And I asked Artemis because she knows a lot...but...you know she's not happy about it." You saw Artemis march over to Roy, Wally, and Kaldur. "But she said yes."

Rob hummed, rocking on his heels. "We can all help you out with that." He nudged your arm. "Come on, I have an idea."

You grinned, skipping after him. Robin always knew what to do, even if he liked to sneak up on people.

***

Kaldur watched as you, Dick, Wally, and Roy headed across the way into another store with bizarre decorations. Artemis groaned and flopped onto a nearby bench. She crossed her arms, muttering how this was all a waste of time.

"Would you like this..." Kaldur held out the untouched pretzel. He didn't like the look of it. Plus seeing Wally dunk it into some plastic-like yellow substance made Kaldur's stomach turn.

Artemis took it and bit a chunk out of it. Kaldur sat down beside her. He looked around at the bright, shiny walls of the mall. The crowds were lightening now as it neared closing time.

"It was kind of you to help (Y/N)." Kaldur smiled as he saw Wally teasing you. You stuck out your tongue in return.

"A mistake. They are so helpless." Artemis took another big bite.

Kaldur's heart fell slightly. He knew Artemis didn't have a high opinion of you and wasn't shy to voice it. She often didn't care if you heard. Kaldur had to comfort you more than once.

"I know (Y/N) can be challenging." Kaldur pursued his lips, carefully choosing his words. "Not everyone is raised with the same experiences. That is what makes the world a more...intriguing place."

Artemis eyed him. She swallowed. "I'm being nice."

Kaldur nodded. "You are." He met Artemis' eye. "(Y/N) thinks a lot of you." You gestured for both of them to join you. Artemis avoided his gaze and yours. Kaldur saw you frown.

"I got to go. Thanks." Artemis stood up suddenly and walked off. Kaldur watched her go with a sigh. He got up and joined you and the others, hoping his words sank in.

***

You brushed away Wally's hand as he reached to tug your hair again. "Where's she going?" You asked as Kaldur approached.

"I believe she is heading home. Her mother was expecting her," Kaldur said kindly. You nodded. Maybe she wanted to get home earlier too? That's probably why she snapped at you.

"I think you could go for something space." Roy held up a metal print of a space nebula.

"Isn't that racist? She's from Mars. It would be like getting Kaldur something from the ocean," you said, waving the print away. "It needs to be good."

Rob tugged you deeper into the store where they had a retro tv show section. Roy followed the two of you, hands deep in his pockets. You noticed Wally and Kaldur stayed back, whispering to each other.

Your face burned as goosebumps appeared on your skin. You hated when you felt like you did something wrong. Was asking Artemis wrong? They didn't need to worry about your feelings.

Honestly, you only cried once. You gotten tougher over the last few months, or at least you waited to cry until you were alone.

"Hey, you with us?" Roy nudged your arm. You gave him a quick smile and moved to look through another stack of metal prints.

Robin and Roy joked with each other. You sighed, moving to the next stack. Kaldur and Wally joined them.

Suddenly, right after you paged through several tv shows you didn't know, you came across a sparkly Hello Megan print.

"Yes!" You held it up like it was priceless.

"Look at that. She'd love it," Wally said, grinning. "And you didn't need anyone's help."

"Well, you did direct me to the right store." You hugged the print of your chest. "She's gonna love it. Too bad Artemis didn't stay to see it."

Roy scoffed, but Kaldur quickly elbowed him in the side. "She'll see it when we open gifts tomorrow," Roy said, rubbing his side.

You hummed, studying the print again. "It's perfect. Good thing you four stalked us to the mall." Robin and Kaldur blushed. Roy just smirked.

"Hey, I wanted to come to the mall anyway." Wally shrugged. You narrowed your eyes knowingly. He blushed as red as his hair.

"He really just wanted to follow Artemis," Roy mumbled in your ear before flopping an arm around your shoulders to lead you toward the checkout. "Come on, let's buy this thing and head out."

You let Roy pull you along, giggling in delight.

As you all headed out of the closing mall, you passed the clothing store you went in with Artemis. The moto jacket was still there. You bit your lip.

"(Y/N), are you coming?" Kaldur asked when he noticed you stopped. Robin and Wally were teasing each other. Roy stopped with you.

"I need to make another stop. Like really fast." You flashed them a smile and headed into the store.

***

"Ekam ti elkraps," Zatanna said, waving her hands. The Christmas tree in the center of the living room lit up. You clapped your hands.

"Thanks Zat. The lights were getting the best of me." You laughed, tossing the jumble of Christmas lights back into the box.

"No problem." She sneezed. Zatanna had been down with a cold for the last two weeks. She was finally back on her feet just in time for Christmas.

You were glad, especially since this was her first Christmas without her dad. It was your job to keep her busy per Black Canary's request. Of course, keeping people busy was your specialty.

Zatanna stared at the tree. You saw the glimmer of tears in her eyes. "Alright." You clapped your hands. She looked back at you, blinking rapidly. "I think all this work calls for some Christmas cookies."

"But those are for the party?" Zatanna crossed her arms. A genuine smile on her lips.

"Yeah, but we also decorated the place for M'gann, so the least she could do is let us have some early. Besides, Wally will eat them all if we don't get some now." You led her to the kitchen where M'gann was pulling more cookies out of the oven.

You made sure to not think about your gift for her, just in case she was listening to your thoughts.

M'gann's back was turned as you went to the cooling rack and stole two snickerdoodles with red and green sugar. Zatanna pointed to the M&M cookies and you took two of those too.

"You could ask," M'gann said without turning around.

"What?" Your eyes widened. You quickly handed the cookies to Zatanna. "Ask what?"

M'gann turned to look at you. She smiled and shook her head. "Enjoy your cookies and thank you doing the decorations."

Zatanna and you shared a look before giggling. "Thanks M'gann," Zatanna said as you both slipped away.

You took a big bite of cookie. Zatanna nibbled on hers. You both sat down on the couch in the living area and watched the tree sparkle away.

"Z, did you cast a spell on the tree?" Artemis came around the corner. She saw you and you saw a flicker of emotion in her eyes. You didn't know what that meant.

"Yeah, the lights got the better of us," Zatanna laughed, offering Artemis her other cookie. Artemis took it and sat down next to Zatanna.

You wanted to ask her if she was okay or at least thank her for yesterday, but you knew she wouldn't take it well. Besides, M'gann might overhear that you went shopping.

So you stayed quiet, listening in as Artemis and Zatanna talked.

***

"This is amazing!" M'gann gasped as she ripped off the paper to reveal the Hello Megan print.

You tittered, rocking back and forth while hugging your knees to your chest. You sat on the floor of the living area with Wally, Zatanna, and Robin. Artemis, Kaldur, Conner, M'gann, and Roy took the couch and chairs.

Wally poked your side. "She's gonna know it's from you if you keep doing that."

"They're excited. Shut up," Zatanna hissed, poking Wally. You took a deep breath and tried to calm down. However, you still felt like you could burst.

M'gann hugged the print to her chest. "Thank you so much, (Y/N)!" She looked at you. You grinned back.

"Wow, that was a quick guess." Roy rolled his eyes at your giddiness.

"(Y/N) broadcasted their delight. Like almost screaming it." M'gann laughed, handing the print to Conner before flying over to give you a big hug.

You hugged her back, giggling uncontrollably. "I'm glad you love it!"

M'gann pulled back and sat back next to Conner. Conner put his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him. Your heart melted. Those two were always so cute.

"Not cool at all," Artemis muttered under her breath. You glanced at her to find her shaking her head at you. A jolt ran through you, but you quickly turned to blink away the burn in your eyes.

"Who's next?" Robin asked, looking around.

The exchanged continued. You played with the edge of your cozy blanket you had received as your gift. Taking a deep breath, you forced a smile on your face. You wouldn't cry on Christmas.

***

Artemis yawned as she made her way toward the zeta tube. Her new set of books under her arm. The party had died down. Artemis was the first to head home. Her mother was waiting for her.

"Hey Artemis," you said. She heard you jogging up behind her. She had to hold back the eye roll before turning.

"Yes?" She hugged her books to her chest. You stumbled a bit, tripping over the blanket you had wrapped around you.

"I..." You coughed, blushing slightly. "I wanted to thank you for coming shopping with me yesterday."

Irritation crawled up inside her. "You're welcome." She kept her face blank.

You smiled a little. Artemis took a deep breath at the moment of silence.

"Well, Merry Christmas." You pulled a nicely wrapped package from under your blanket and held it out.

Artemis flinched, blinking. "What's that?"

"A present." You bit your lip, looking down shyly. "For you. I know you...think I'm annoying. I'm working on it, I promise." You glanced back up at her. Artemis couldn't stop the guilt that sank her stomach. "Anyway, I hope you like it."

Artemis raised an eyebrow. "I got to get home."

"Yeah, have a good night." You waved, backing away before tripping over your blanket.

Artemis shook her head as you rushed back out of the room. She looked down at the present. It was nicely wrapped. Guess they aren't clumsy about everything, she thought.

She sighed before ripping it open. Her jaw dropped to the floor when she found the soft leather of the expensive brown moto jacket inside.

Setting her books on the ground, she slipped on the jacket. It felt smooth like butter. She hugged herself.

"Nice jacket," Wally said, walking into the room with a gift bag in hand. "Where you get it?"

Artemis pursed her lips. Rot ate her up inside. "(Y/N)."

Wally whistled. "It looks amazing, babe." He grinned. "(Y/N) must really like you. I know when I first met them, they gave me a PlayStation. I couldn't believe it."

"Really?" Artemis played with the sleeve of the jacket. "I should give this back to them."

"No, you'll just make them feel bad. They wanted you to have it." Wally held up his hands. "Listen, (Y/N) really cares about what you think of them." Artemis' eyes widened slightly. "So maybe...just try to be a little nicer to them...not that you're not." Wally blushed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

Artemis rolled her eyes. "I know I'm not, Baywatch." She let out of breath, admitting she always noticed that you took any comment she said hard. How many times had she made you cry? "I'll be nicer."

Wally grinned, nudging her arm. "Thanks."

Artemis punched his arm back. Wally dodged it, laughing. She snorted and picked up her books before trying to get him.

***

The next time you saw Artemis, she was wearing the jacket. You actually started jumping with excitement. However, you forced yourself to be cool as she approached you.

"Thanks for the jacket. I needed a new one." She met your eye before giving you a genuine smile. You felt your eyes widen as you couldn't recall another time she smiled at you.

"You're welcome." A big grin pulled at your lips. You rocked on your heels.

Artemis walked away to go to talk to Zatanna, who was across the cave with Robin. You watched her go, letting yourself bounce a little with glee.

M'gann flew up beside you and gave you a hug. You hugged her back. "Try to get back to whelmed," she whispered in your ear. You nodded, taking a deep breath. However, you felt that you could maybe count Artemis as a friend and nothing could be better than that.

[reallyromealone]

Rome may we get a pt 2 to this fic? https://www.tumblr.com/reallyromealone/685571568346202112/just-me-sliding-here-to-ask-if-i-can-request-a?source=share

Bonten trio (ran, Rindō, Sanzu) x dilf!reader

Male reader - fluff -poly relationship - reader is a dad

🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷After meeting his son, the trio was far far more present in (name)s life and subsequently his sons as (name) went to pick up his kid from day-care when he could which was usually three times a week followed by going to the park and getting food the toddler wanted.

"Noooo!" (Sons name) screamed out as he threw a tantrum from hell, (name) just staring down his son before looking at the Haitanis and Sanzu "I'm sorry about this" (name) said before crouching "I understand you want to put your feet in a puddle but if you wanna do that, shoes stay on" (name) said simply "now keep your shoes on and stomp in the puddles or we go home and you don't get to stomp in any puddles and you go to bed" he said simply and the toddler pouted before nodding and getting up "now what do we say?"

"Sowwy..." The toddler said to the adults "do you guys forgive him?" (Name) asked the trio and they realized this is a good way to earn the kids trust "we forgive him" Ran said with a smile and the toddler let his dad clean his face up before letting the toddler go and jump in some puddles as they went to (sons name)s choice of restaurant which was usually one with a play pen of sorts.

"Your son's adorable!" A young woman said to (name) as she took his order, flirting with him but the Dad paid no mind to her advances as he let his son order what he wanted like a big boy and then she noticed there were four extremely attractive men before her.

The three executives glared at her from behind (name) and Ran took (sons name) in his arms when the toddler reached out to him, (name) was happy the toddler trusted the three men... He didn't exactly have anyone he could trust him with for long periods of time.

Maybe his cousin.

The three did flirt to hell though with (name) while (sons name) enjoyed his his food and stole his dad's food because despite ordering similar things the tot wanted to know what it tasted like.

"His birthday is in two weeks if you guys wanna tolerate fifteen toddlers for an afternoon"

That sounded like a nightmare but they wanted to show they could handle things involving the kid, showing they were committed--- (name) had an inkling of their intentions and he knew he would have to have a conversation with them about what a relationship with him would entail.

He wanted his kid to have a good life.

And a secure life.

"Well being gifts" Rindō said simply and (sons name) beamed at the fact they were coming to his birthday.

They wanted to fucking die.

Here they sat with a bunch of parents chatting as a bunch of toddlers ran around giggling and playing.

Apparently the moms claimed (name) as one of their own and the dad's realized he wasn't trying to steal their wife, he just wanted to raise his kid.

"Thank you Zuzu!" (Sons name) said as he opened gifts and held the newest toy on the market, the Haitanis getting him cool toys as well.

By the end of the day, the three men were exhausted as (name) tucked his son into bed, the boy cake filled and happy.

"You guys don't gotta stick around" (name) said starting clean up as he gave the house cleaner the day off... He wasn't going to make them clean this shit.

"We'll help out, we contributed to the mess"

With anyone else they would have dipped already but not with (name).

He deserved better.

"I know you guys are flirting... I have ground rules if you guys want to be in my life and my son's more than whatever this is"

Everyone stopped as (name) spoke "no drugs or drinking around him, he doesn't need to see that shit" he said firmly "he's my first priority always, I WILL choose him no matter what"

"And I don't mess around, I'm here for commitment and if anything happens... You save him"

The three took in his words and nodded, if this meant they got to date him... So be it.

"Good, now so you guys wanna take cake home? There's so much fucking cake..."

[bonefall]

My birthday was a couple days ago, and I got to see my bio dad for the first time in a while. He surprised me with the fact that I have a little half-sister, whom I've never met and who was adopted about two years back. So, I wondered if any situations in BB mimic this or have a theme of "secret siblings" or "secret family"? Sorry if this is a weird ask; this blog is honestly just such a cool little place and I love the way you approach the subject matter and take the flawed misogynistic foundation of the WC books and make them so much better (JUSTICE FOR BUMBLE!!!). I've also learned a lot about healthy and unhealthy relationships here and am really glad for your deep dives on Squilf and Bramble. Thanks, Bones!

Not weird at all! I really like exploring all the little nooks and crannies of complicated familial dynamics. I think one of the untapped strengths of WC (that the writers seem to be unaware of) is how their MASSIVE cast allows them to present all sorts of unique dynamics. So I like to pick up on it, since they don't.

For secret siblings...

I'm pretty heavily leaning towards Ambermoon being adopted by Wildfur, as a surrogacy. Something feels correct about it. Especially since Icecloud is getting retooled into a post-Battle of the True Eclipse birth, and a major supporting character in AVoS-era stories as a friend of Alderheart.

Thinking about it, I should zoom in and expand this. Maybe have Icecloud, somehow, acquire forbidden knowledge that would invalidate the Queen’s Rights and he (transman) struggles with if he's going to use it to expose his parents as an excuse to help Ambermoon.

(Especially since Ambermoon and Icecloud are basically nothing alike. Amber is independent, bold, and vain. Ice is jessie pinkman big-hearted, disorganized, and deceptively meek if you look past his "chill" demeanor)

But that's wip-- there's also Breezepelt and the Three, who are going to have an actual friendship. In particular I can't unsee Breeze and Lion having a deep one. I know I commit the Cardinal Sin of borderline himbo-ifying Lionblaze in BB, but I can't help it.

Hollyleaf ended up nabbing a bunch of his most violent roles to make her villainous descent smoother narratively, so BB!Lionblaze's story ends up being more focused on Ashfur's abuse, comic relief with cats in other Clans (something that the very serious Jay and Holly have a hard time providing), and the emotional fallout of the big reveal and Bramblestar's turn on them. Breezepelt slots neatly into that.

They were friends. Lionblaze's whole life came down around the reveal, everyone looking at him and his siblings differently, like they're suddenly something terrible. Why can't we find a silver lining, Breezepelt? Why can't we call ourselves brothers if the whole world is going to do it anyway? So much is changing, but THIS doesn't have to, we will take their weapon and turn it to armor, my ally, my friend, my brother.

(and when Breezepelt is lashing out at the three because of the Dark Forest's influence, Lionblaze is there, taking the blows and trying not to give in to the impulse to send him flying with a single paw)

There's also Harespring and Kestrelflight of WindClan and Owlclaw of ShadowClan. All of them are from a single litter between Whitewater and Mudclaw. She was going to raise the three of them alone as ShadowClan cats, but when the sire was smote, Whitewater felt they were cursed.

She was able to give the oldest two to their bio-uncle, Torear, but the weather was so bad that day and the runt was so sickly and small that it surely would have killed him. I don't think Owlclaw ever finds out why his mother always treated him with suspicion, but it did mess him up horribly.

Over in BB!DOTC, Thunder Storm is getting more half-siblings earlier. Clear Sky and Falling Feather had two daughters-- Pale Sky and Tiger Sky.

I want to explore the way that the various stages of Clear Sky's life acted on his kids. How any little curiosity Thunder Storm had about the life he might have had if he wasn't abandoned is crushed by seeing kittens who weren't. How Clear's favoritism of his oldest child set the trio against each other from the start. How this idea of "love" is toxic yet intoxicating.

It feels good to be the golden child. The power it gives you over his sycophants is satisfying. To know you, and you alone, have what someone else craves. Problem is, that's conditional, and it's cruel.

What Thunder Storm learns from his time with his biodad is that Clear Sky is not his father at all. He's taught him exactly what he DOESN'T want to be. There may be similarities-- in temperament, in physical prowess (though BB!Thunder is three-legged, he's still ripped), in taste and senses. But Thunder Storm's father is Shaded Flower.

(BB!Gray Wing died in the first book, rescuing Shaded Flower from being trampled by a horse. Xey're a patron of wisdom, Shaded Moss is taking the role of fatherhood to Thunder)

His sister is Rainswept Flower. His mom is Bright Storm. If there was a bond he could have had with Tiger Sky and Pale Sky, it dies simply and cruelly on the knife they used to cut each other out.

Pale might have wanted to mend it, she was the gentler one. But she dies in the First Battle along with her mother. Tiger Sky is too stubborn to accept any help, should Thunderstar offer it, and Thunderstar isn't in the business of begging for others to like him.

Naturally I'm lowkey obsessed with them lmao. I need to make a BB!DOTC overviewww

[doingdathockey]

what the heck this podcast is hilarious? boys will be boys in a Good Way

"I'm a big hockey fan. The Pittsburgh Penguins are my team. I come out of the bathroom and I'm like "That is Sidney Crosby. That's a hundred per cent Sidney Crosby". He has a bunch of people with him and I've met him a couple of times so I'm yelling at him like "Sid! Sid!" and he just thinks I'm some loser fan and he doesn't even give me some time of day. But his buddies are there and say what's up. So they bring me into this room that they're eating at and it's really cool. Sidney Crosby, he'd organize a little golf trip with his team every year after the season is over and unfortunately the season is over a little early. I'm all geeked up. I'm talking to some of the boys on the Pens. And you guys are probably thinking I've fallen into the toilet or something because I've been talking to them for ten or fifteen minutes and I come back. When I come back, I'm like "Boys it looks like we have a night ahead of us because I just ran into some of the boys on the Penguins and I'm sure they want to have a couple after dinner."

"They send us a bottle of wine and we responded with what?"

"Sid, very nice. A waiter comes in, hey Mr Crosby wants to send this to you guys, hope you guys are having a great vacation. We're like oh that's so nice. It's a nice bottle of wine. What are we gonna do? You could just see our minds churning, our immatureness of how we're going to respond. He's standing there like "Do you want to send anything back?" And I don't know why. It just came into my mind like "What salads do you guys have? What do you think about splitting a Caesar salad into eight portions and giving it to them?" And the guy's all in "I'll just put a piece of lettuce on there and put a crouton. Make the whole presentation." And I'm like "Perfect. That's great." So we're all geeked up like a couple of little kids. I wish we had the picture that one of them took. The waiters go there and they all are served on behalf of Justin and everyone and it was just a piece of lettuce."

"It didn't stop either!"

"Waiter comes back in with a tray full of shots and it's got the salt around the rim and the lime down there. You know when see something it just looks warm? This is a warm tequila shot and we everyone is just petrified to smell this thing let alone even try it. And all of us are getting a little closer to it and someone at the tables goes "It's warm!" So they had sent back eight water shots with salt around the rim and a lime on it. Which then we proceeded to send the final blowback and that was we got them glasses of two per cent milk."

"It was one of the funnier bits back and forth. You did leave your credit card for them to try to pay for their meal. They eventually said no, we decline."

"I think they sent it back and said no and said no you missed the cut at the Masters so you probably shouldn't pay for this or something like that. Those hockey boys. It was good fun for sure. We went back to the guys, they rented this place which happened to be across the street from us. Our immature childish side takes over and the boys are having fun and we're eventually like "Let's play some flip cup". We're like "All right, cool, sounds good." We're setting it up and picking teams and captains and I'm all pumped up like "I'm on Sidney Crosby's flip cup team this is going to be awesome". You and Sid were facing off last. Our team was potentially embarrassing. The worst flip cup I've ever seen in my life. Smylie's just hands on his knees looking at Sid like waiting. And Smylie is just straight up staring at the captain, waiting for him to go and finally I go, I finish and Smylie is just holding the cup looking at Sid like you ready? Just down up, down up. One swig. One flip. Game over. It was one of the most baller moves I've seen but it was so funny."

[finntheehumaneater]

I owe you a black eye and two kisses (pt 17)

Part one | pinboard | ao3 | no playlist link while i move it to Spotify

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated because I’m a sad girly and an attention whore 🩵

(Notes and a little explication under the cut, because I don’t have to give one but I want to)

“Stevie,” Eddie whispered, nudging him to sit up. He had fallen asleep on the couch, red lines on his face from where it was pushed against his shirt sleeve. His arm was numb.

“Hm?” His eyes took a moment to adjust to the dying light, everything yellow and hazy from the beams through the window, reflecting darker shapes on Eddie’s face from the old white lace curtains. The screen door was open, and the air was comfortably cool. It felt nice—so different from his stuffy house where it was always too-warm.

Eddie’s voice was quiet and rough, his nose nudging against Steve’s and his breath ghosting over Steve’s  lips. “Come outside with me,” he said softly, his hand slipping under Steve’s shirt to trace along his stomach. His fingers were cold.

The house was unusually quiet, and Steve looked around, squinting. “Where did…everyone else go?”

“They’re at Briar’s,” Eddie said simply, tugging Steve up impatiently and giving no further explanation. Steve didn’t know how Birar was. “He just got back from his mom’s—Wayne hasn’t seen him in a while, so they went over. Thought you could use the sleep, too, he said.”

Steve froze, and Eddie must have known what he was thinking, because he just tugged him towards the door and smiled softly. “It’s okay. He was just worried about you. He worries about everyone, sweetheart.”

Steve nodded, letting Eddie pull him onto the grass, his socks cold. He should have grabbed shoes. Eddie plopped down onto the bench, taking out a cigarette from god knows where, Steve wasn’t paying attention. 

He climbed up next to Eddie, his hands clasped as he looked down. It felt kind of clammy outside, even though his arms were cold. 

“So,” Eddie whispered, and Steve’s head snapped up. Eddie was smiling, flicking his lighter on and then twisting it so the cap flipped back, putting it out. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Steve whispered back, laughing slightly. This was kind of awkward. “What’s up?”

“Sorry I woke you up for this,” Eddie muttered, sighing, and handing Steve the lighter and the cigarette. He took it, placing it down next to him. “I just—I want to talk, you know? Not—not bad talking, just…talking.”

Steve nodded, about to maybe protest and say that he wanted to go back to bed—maybe in Eddie’s actually bed this time—and before he could get into his head about how that was a bad thing to say, Eddie cut him off.

“And—“ He started, bumping his shoulder against Steve’s. “To give you…a present. Well, more like…give you back something you gave me, and maybe I shouldn’t even be giving it back because you didn’t really give it to me in the best of situations, but—“

“Eddie?” Steve whispered.

“Hm?”

“I got it the first time.”

Eddie’s cheeks flushed and he nodded. “Right, right. I, uh—left the stuff inside, so I’ll…yeah, I’ll go get them,” he stood up, pulling Steve in for a kiss before he hopped off the table and practically sprinted the few feet back to the trailer door.

Steve rolled his eyes, smiling and lighting the cigarette next to him. He didn’t know what Eddie was going to give him, but he’d pretend to like it either way. It’s how he always was with gifts—a bunch of rich relatives he had never met sending him sports equipment that was too small, even though he didn’t play anymore. It wasn’t like he told his parents he had quit—and it meant he could donate the stuff to the highschool for the kids to use, but he still had to make thank you cards. 

When Eddie came back, it was with closed palms and an even more nervous expression. He slid back next to Steve, turning on the top of the table so that his legs were crossed beside him. “When I, uh…when I look at these, I just…keep thinking about the night you gave them to me. How it wasn’t under the best of circumstances. And I want you to have them back,” he whispered, shoving the porcelain bird and the ring into Steve’s palm. “Not because I don’t like them, but—but because they’re yours. It doesn’t feel right for me to keep them from you.”

Steve hated that he was quiet, his face unchanging. He should have smiled, said thank you, made some excuse to go back inside and then cried in the bathroom for a while until he felt too tired to move. It’s what he should have done, but he didn’t do it.

Instead, he grabbed Eddie’s wrist, slipping the ring onto his middle finger. “I got this for you. I didn’t know I got it for you when I did, but it was pretty. Sorry it’s not like your other rings.” 

He saw the way Eddie’s face completely crumpled, not exactly in sadness but slightly, his eyes watering when he looked back up. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Steve whispered, shrugging and pulling his knees to his chest. “Oh.”

“Could I—“ Eddie cut himself off, his arms sliding around Steve’s waist, his chest against Steve’s shoulder. “I need to ask you something, okay?” His voice was soft—too soft than Steve deserved, but he listened anyways, his fingers slipping under Eddie’s shirt to feel at the scar on his stomach, the porcelain bird cold and heavy in his other hand.

“I don’t know what happened at Starcourt, but…you know you’re safe here, right?” Eddie whispered, his lips pressed against the side of Steve’s head, his hands gripping at his waist, the gold posy ring more cool than his others since it must have been near the fan inside. Maybe that was why the bird was cold, too. Steve nodded, because that’s what Eddie wanted to hear. He felt relieved when he could feel Eddie’s shoulder shrink in, deflating. “Okay. And…and you know I love you, right?”

Steve nodded again, pressing his face into Eddie’s neck like he was trying to hide, didn’t like how this conversation was going, there was going to be a ‘but’ wasn’t there, maybe he had done something wrong—

“And that I want you to be happy? And—and to be able to do what you want?” Eddie murmured, his voice unbelievably soft as he gently tugged Steve back by his shoulders to look at him. Steve hated how his eyes watered. He shook his head.

“You don’t think I want you to be happy?” Eddie asked, sounded confused—hurt—and Steve wanted to curl up and die somewhere far away. Maybe move in with Robin, if her parents would let him.

“No, no,” Steve said, shaking his head in a slow, stupid way, his mind spinning. All of him felt too heavy, like he was going to fall over. “I know, but you shouldn’t—you shouldn’t worry about that.”

Eddie sighed, seeming too notice how Steve was shutting down again, and Steve didn’t like that he was doing it either—dismissing everything and trying not to make this a big deal—but he couldn’t help it.

“Is there anything you want to ask me, baby?” Eddie prompted gently, seeming to give up on his original motive, gently poking Steve in the side.

“Your scar,” Steve whispered, setting the bird down on the table. “Where did you get it?”

Eddie sighed, looking down as Steve gently pushed the hem of his shirt up to show the thin, raised lightly line, running his fingers along it and pressing a bit harder when Eddie shivered. “It’s not a very happy story.”

“Oh, sorry,” Steve muttered, moving his hand and going to sit back up, but Eddie’s arms wrapped around him more tightly, sucking in a shaky breath and shaking his head.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Eddie said, shrugging. “It was uh…the first time I started selling there was this guy,” Eddie trailed off, shrugging again, and Steve’s hands went up to his shoulders, smoking back to look at him again. “And he didn’t like the prices so he…got kind of physical.”

“Did it hurt?” Steve asked, before he could think better of it. 

“Uh, a little. I kind of passed out, though, and then Marge came by and saw me and thought I was dead,” he said, rolling his eyes. “And she put me in the trunk of her car and brought me to Wayne. Thank god the cops didn’t pull her over or Sunny wouldn’t have a house.”

“Sunny lives with Marge?” Steve sat up, looking in the direction of Briar’s trailer as the door opened.

Eddie followed his gaze. “Oh, uh…yeah, she does. There’s an upstairs in the shop, that’s where they stay. Let’s get you back inside before it gets loud again, okay?”

Steve nodded, letting Eddie pull him up and guide him back to the door, hearing sunny yell something in her wobbly voice to Wayne, who laughed and must have signed back because Steve didn’t hear him respond.

Eddie took Steve over to his bedroom, throwing his clothes from last night onto the ground near the closet and gently pushing Steve onto the bed, practically manhandling him to lay down until he could curl around him, his face tucked into Steve’s neck.

“You’re gonna be okay,” He whispered, and Steve wished Eddie knew how much that meant to him. “M’gonna keep you.”

Steve bit back a sob, nodding as he twisted around in Eddie’s arms to face him, his cheeks pink. “Are you sure I shouldn’t go out and say hi to everyone? I don’t want to be rude and hide in here.”

“No, baby, it’s okay,” Eddie whispered, pressing a kiss to Steve’s forehead. “It’s okay.”

“Eddie.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie whispered, a bit more firm this time, but still soft as he fingers pressed a bit harder at Steve’s waist.

Steve sighed, closing his eyes. “You’re—you’re gonna keep me?”

Eddie hummed, pressing a kiss to Steve’s collarbone. “Mhm. If you want me to.”

Steve pushed his face harder into the pillow, nodding. He couldn’t wait to fall back alseep before he fucked this up. The only nice thing he had left besides his kids and Robin. “Okay.”

Hallo guys. I know it’s been a long time since I did an update, but while I was writing this I kind of wasn’t in the best headspace, and having to do extra stuff like update chapters got to be too much for me at the time, so I took a break from this and wrote some little things. After I was feeling better, I had to do some stuff for my big bang fic and what not, so I didn’t really have the time. I don’t know how much more of this fic there’s going to be, but the taglist is still open, and I will be updating again, just….sometime in the future. Probably not another two months away though haha.

I don’t know what made me super sad and depressed. Or like—I do but I won’t admit it to myself because it’s so stupid. But I’m working on feeling better and doing things I enjoy and taking breaks when I need them, which is good. I’m still sad, but not as sad anymore :)

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[the-guilty-writer]

We Need You That Way

Request from anon: Hey Gill, love your work bestie anyway I have a request for Spence being with BAU reader but she's dyslexic and idk there on a case and she's insecure because some of the cops/agents don't think reader could be an fbi agent yk and Spencer just consoles her super fluff stuff anyway feel free to ignore me 

Spencer Reid x gn!BAU!reader

Summary: Spencer reminds dyslexic reader that they’re a valuable part of the team.

A/N: While doing research on dyslexia I learned a lot about how it can affect more than reading and writing, but that it also presents differently in everyone. I remember reading a Spencer fic a long time ago with a dyslexic reader, but I couldn’t find it. (I will keep searching for it, though anon!)

I DID NOT HAVE A CONSULT on this fic, so if anyone with dyslexia has an issue with it, please let me know how I can improve. I do my research, but there is only so much a search engine can tell me. My messages are always open and I’m always happy to learn about how I can make a fic better when it features a reader with specific traits I’m unfamiliar with.

CW: reader is dyslexic (this shouldn’t be a warning?), the deputy makes a rude comment to reader, small southern town slander (I live in a small southern town and can confirm that the stereotypes are true. Someone save me from this hell please.)

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“Why does every small town we go to have a bunch of roads named after a bunch of people from the same family?” you huffed slightly.

You had just gotten back from visiting a crime scene; something that should have taken about an hour and ended up being far longer. The GPS had died and there was no cell phone service, leaving you to navigate via old-fashioned map, which wasn’t exactly your strongest suit. Mixing up left and right, finding out that you were holding the map upside down, and old road names made the journey less than ideal and exceedingly frustrating.

Most people thought dyslexia only went as far as mixing up words and struggling to read, but it got in the way of other things as well; today’s backroad adventure was just one example. It wasn’t often that you let those things get you down, but today you couldn’t help it.

After seeing you come back to the station so defeated, Spencer took you to grab a much-needed cup of coffee from the small kitchenette. It wasn’t a real break, but it was enough for you to cool off from your frustrations.

“Looking back at the town records, the Baskin family owned about one fourth of the town land for three generations and the Silvan family owned a third of the town for two generations before holding prominent government positions. Given the regional tradition it makes sense that so many roads are named after them,” Spencer sprouted a fact. It made you grin.

“My great grandpappy held onto the land as long as he could,” one of the old deputies said, though you could barely understand through his thick southern-drawl. “Broke his heart when he had to let it go. It’s devastating the first murder occured on the road named in his honor.”

It’s more devastating that someone is… you know… dead, You thought, but kept yourself from speaking. “And which road was that?” you asked politely, opening up your case file, but knowing it would be faster just to ask.

“Harper,” the deputy said. “There’s only one Harper road in this whole town.”

“Are you right?” you looked down at your file again, taking your time as much as you could, but still in a rush.

“What is it?” Spencer asked.

“I thought I just came back from the scene at Harper,” you told him.

“I’m right,” the deputy replied defiantly.

“I wasn’t-” you wanted to explain that sometimes you would reach for a word like “sure” but a word with similar meaning, like “right” would come out instead. Dyslexia didn’t just make you mix up letters and sounds, but words sometimes too, especially since you were distracted by your files.

But the deputy didn’t give you a chance to speak any further. “I know I’m right! What kind of FBI agent can’t keep track of where crime scenes are?”

Spencer interrupted before it could go any further. “Let’s go note the difference on the profile board, okay?”

“Yeah,” you replied to him quietly and the two of you quickly made your way to the other room.

Spencer shut the door behind you and tears threatened to spill from your eyes. People questioned your ability to do things at times, but never so loud and direct; most of it was whispered behind your back. You’d spend time pretending that you didn’t hear the insults, pretending that they didn’t get to you until you were alone and could cry silently to yourself. This time you had no time, no room, to ignore the interaction that occurred. Your vulnerability was on complete display.

You threw your files down on the table and sunk into a chair, feeling crushed. “He’s got a point,” you muttered.

“He doesn’t,” Spencer said, sitting next to you.

“It took me two hours to figure out how to get to the crime scene today, Spencer.” You should have felt bad about using such a bitter tone with him, but you couldn’t help it. “It wouldn’t have taken Morgan that long. Or you, or anyone else on the team.”

“Well when Morgan drives it makes all of us carsick,” Spencer said. “And no one lets me drive.”

“Spencer, you hate driving,” you pointed out. “You get all squirrelly.”

“I did technically fail the offensive driving course at the academy.” Spencer smiled sheepishly. “But that doesn't make me any less important to the team.”

“Of course it doesn't. You're a literal genius. I'm… just me.” Your voice quieted at the end, what was frustration showing as what it really was— insecurity.

“I think just you is great,” Spencer replied. “And you help me slow down when thinking through cases.”

“Wow, I slow you down… thanks, Spence. That makes me feel so much better.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm.

“It’s a good thing,” Spencer said sincerely. “I jump to conclusions sometimes. You make me slow down and catch the things I missed. My consultation profiles have been far more accurate since you joined the team, and when we’re out on cases we have to revise the profile less often.”

“Really?” You tried not to show how baffled you truly were. You knew that occasionally you helped slow down Spencer’s million-mile an hour brain, but you didn’t think it was helpful for anyone but yourself.

“Do you know why Hotch brings you to court the most?” Spencer asked.

You bypassed telling Spencer that his sentence could be taken in two very different connotations. “Because it would be a waste of time to have me review files when I can’t read them?”

“Because you can tell the story of the case as an experience instead of just a list of evidence. It makes it easier for the jury to understand what’s going on and more dangerous people get put away because of it,” Spencer explained.

“And Garcia always asks you to help review initial video footage for a reason. It’s like you can see the crime scene without being there, so when we get there in-person we have a better idea of where to start. Your spacial awareness is better than the rest of ours. We can build the profile faster.”

“Do I really help that much?”

“Yeah, you do.” Spencer looked at you softly.

He reached for you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You let yourself fall into his arms. The comfort and reassurance of his words cradled you, building your confidence back up. “Keep being ‘just you.’ We need you that way.”

[petrichor-idyllic]

ON YOUR OWN PT. 3

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

Request for @d4n1elll4

SUMMARY: Follow up from part 2. Last part. Fem! Reader x Minho. Reader x Platonic! Gladers. Movie based fic.

You've only just found Minho now he's been taken away from you. WCKD has kidnapped your boyfriend, and you're going to do whatever it takes to get him back. Fortunately for you, you're accompanied with a bunch of equally stubborn, angry teenagers (and an old man).

Okay, so, you're getting a bigger time skip than you do in the films and we're heading straight into the Last City shit because I am not writing the entirety of TDC for a second time. Sorry. I'm also not writing Newt's death explicitly, because I did that for "Warmth in Cold Places" and it killed me lmao.

Also, I may or may not have changed your subject number to X in the last part, because it sounds way cooler. Not that it's used here, but just so you know.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, you're mad, everyone's favourite dumb dog is actually not present in this for a bit- you can't sneak into a building with Quest, sorry, WICKED being WCKD because movies. Let's go get your man.

You never really considered yourself rebellious. You never really had much reason to be. You didn't have anyone to disobey in the Maze, and the Scorch was a blur of chaos.

So, joining the forefront of the Right Arm felt scary, but definitely the right thing to do.

After six painful months and a mistake regarding a train carriage, you and Thomas were just about ready to go in guns blazing.

The desitations: The Last City.

A cool, and kind of daunting name.

Yours and Thomas' plan went wrong fairly quickly with Newt and Frypan immediately foiling it- only for you to get stuck in a tunnel full of Cranks and having to be saved by Brenda and Jorge. Again.

Then you ended up nearly dying via WCKD missiles just outside the City and somehow coincidentally ended up bumping into an old "friend" of the Gladers.

The word "friend" being used loosely since Thomas immediately tried to murder Gally.

Next step: kidnap Teresa and force her to perform minor surgery before using her to break into the WCKD building.

It's definitely been an interesting experience.

But, you're doing this for Minho. All of you are, he protected everyone in the Maze and the boys think the world of him- and your weird connection to him and feelings is more than enough for you to join in.

You had a boyfriend for a whole entire day before he got kidnapped- that's gotta be a record.

You, Newt, Thomas and Gally are tasked with getting the WCKD Subjects and Minho out of the building, then find Brenda and Frypan to get out with the kids and then you're smooth sailing to the Safe Haven. You've lent Quest to Brenda to play emotional support animal for when you escape- mainly because he'd be a bit of a giveaway in the tower.

It's a somewhat simple plan.

Though, with Newt showing symptoms of the Flare, the promise of giving Gally's Allies access to the WCKD database and putting your lives in the hands of Teresa once again- you have more than enough to worry about.

Adorn in WCKD uniform that you managed to get ahold of via Gally, you successfully slip through the City.

"You sure this is a good idea?" Newt asks you as you stand in the building. You're both waiting for Thomas to enter with Teresa, and then you'll find Gally.

"We're in too deep now, man," Newt isn't the only one on edge. This is the most dangerous thing any of you have done and with Newt's dwindling health- you have to do it fast.

Newt nods forwards, towards the doors as Teresa passes through with a masked Thomas not far behind. Passing through the security entrance, you both walk towards them.

Joining them, Newt leads the way, passing by the parking lot and Gally tagging on.

You come to some doors that Gally has to open and you all stand around in the stair way, waiting. Newt's coughing is simply a bitter reminder.

Gally manages to grant his friends access to the building and as soon as the doors open, you all open fire on anyone in your way.

Clearing all the Guards, you start to open the cells containing the kids.

Taking your mask off, you meet the scared faces of a bunch of teenagers- most of them even younger than you are.

It makes you feel ill.

"Come on, you're safe now- we're getting you outta here," you usher them along, bringing them into the main area of the holding bay.

Gally attempts to get information out someone about a vault. "Guy," he says, "this might take some time."

But that's not what's getting to you.

Despite searching every cell, you can't find who you're looking for.

"He's not here," Newt confirms and your heart sinks all over again.

"Where is he?" Thomas stands in front of Teresa, his feelings for her clearly being overshadowed by pure anger.

The girl looks around, almost like she's unsure herself. "I don't know," she admits. "But I can find out."

Using one of the computers, she looks up Minho's subject number and finds his location.

Her face drops. "Somebody's moved him up to the medical wing. Thomas, that's on the other side of the building."

"Okay, take me to him."

"Alright, I'm coming with you," Newt adds.

"Yeah, me too." There's no way you're not going after him as well.

"Newt, no you're not," Thomas states, attempting to take charge. "You have to stay here, wait with Gally for the serum."

"You can't do this on your own." Newt tries to argue.

"I have (Y/N); I'll be fine."

"I've known him as long as I can remember, Tommy- Minho comes first, remember? I'm coming with you."

Thomas looks at you, but all you offer is a shrug. Newt has just as much of a right to help his best friend as you do. It just means you're working on borrowed time.

"Just go," Gally snaps. "You're wasting time. I'll get the serum. We'll meet you out back."

"Okay, fine," Thomas huffs, "let's go." He grabs Teresa again. "Come on."

Putting your masks back on, Gally wishes you good luck and you start making your way through the building again.

You reach an elevator, with Thomas getting agitated when it doesn't come straight away. The three of you stand behind Teresa once you get it, watching the doors slowly close.

Only for a hand to block it.

"Hold it," Janson says, stepping into the lift. And it's like everyone collectively holds their breath.

"You're working late," he says to Teresa after what feels like forever. "See, that's what I like about you, Teresa. No matter how bleak things get, you just... Well, you never give up. Times like this, you need a friend you can count on."

"I'll bear that in mind," Teresa says, clearly tense.

"There is one thing you should know," Janson continues. "One friend to another. Thomas is here." She looks at him, feigning subtle shock. You adjust your hold on your gun. "A surveillance picked him up outside the walls. Ava didn't want you to know, but there is a chance that he may try to contact you. And if he does, well, I'd like to think I'd be your first call."

"Are you going to kill him?" She asks.

"Would that be a problem?"

The door beeps, opening on your floor.

"This is me," Teresa says and you all look at each other before awkwardly shuffling past Janson, with Thomas being sure to knock into him.

You all pick up again, with Teresa trying to convince Thomas that the serum won't save Newt. Which makes your stomach drop, even if it doesn't affect Thomas.

Newt is quick to shut it down.

She desperately tries to convince him to run tests as he makes her open another door.

"I promise I can protect you."

"Oh yeah?" Thomas rips his mask off. "Like you protected Minho?"

"What are you doing?" You hiss.

"How many of us is it gonna take?" He shoves Newt away as the blond also tries to stop him from whatever dumb move he's making. "How many people do you have to round up? Torture? Kill? Huh? When the hell does it stop?"

"It stops when we find a cure." Teresa's voice wavers slightly.

"There is no goddamn cure!"

"Don't waste your breath, Teresa."

Well, that's brilliant.

Janson rounds the corner of the glass walkways, gun in hand. "He made his choice long ago."

"Drop it, kid!" A Guard yells, approaching from another direction.

Thomas grabs Teresa, pulling her in front of him and holding a gun to her head. "Back up. Tell them to back off!"

"Hey, Thomas, come on," Janson's smarmy voice makes you cringe. "It's me. I've known you longer than you can remember. You're not gonna shoot her."

"You don't think so?"

"Okay," Janson lowers his gun. "Go on, then. Shoot her. Prove me wrong." There's a pause as Thomas adjusts his gun, both you and Newt looking at each other. You know he can't. "Shoot her."

Teresa suddenly elbows Thomas in the ribs, turning around and shoving him, making him stumble into you and Newt. The three of you fall backwards behind the glass safety door as she shuts it.

They start firing at the bulletproof glass.

Newt takes his mask off, you following suit as the three of you walk away.

Newt is a grim sight to witness as you storm the halls. Without Teresa's directions, you're kind of running blind. But you know he's here somewhere as you hide behind a wall from the WCKD personal.

Chaos erupts around you as you turn a hall, coming face to face with Ava Paige. Thomas goes to shoot her, but Newt is quick to grab the boy as rapid fire comes your way.

Dipping and running. You all shout Minho's name as you storm the building, shooting anyone that gets too close or doesn't listen.

The entire building is chasing you. It's like an adrenaline junkies wet dream. But running low on ammo is definitely not ideal.

Newt throws a granade, paralysing everyone in the area with the sparks.

And then you're up again.

Only to get stopped by another Guard.

"You three! Freeze!"

With no ammo left and very little choice, you all freeze, probably not intentionally. Just out of shock. "Get down on the ground! Now!"

You all consider it for a second.

Until someone comes flying at him, slamming the Guard's body into the wall and letting out an animalistic scream before grabbing the guy's shirt and throwing him through a nearby window.

You blankly stare at the boy for a second, Thomas and Newt reacting before you do.

"Minho!" They gasp, stumbling towards him and throwing their arms around him.

"Is this real?" He asks, looking between them.

He's definitely seen better days. He looks rough, and is very clearly homicidal with rage.

And that's when he looks at you.

He softens for a second, letting out a sigh of relief as tears of happiness threaten to overwhelm you.

You rush forward, the boys giving you some space, you also throw your arms around him. He hugs you back, giving himself a second to burying his face in your hair.

He pulls away. "Are you okay?"

You give him a frantic nod. "Are you?"

He doesn't have time to respond as another herd of Guards come around the corner.

"Go! Go!" Thomas yells and you start booking it through the building once again.

Getting cornered again, you slip into a random room, barricading the door and desperately searching for a way out.

That's when the drilling noise starts.

"Any ideas?" Minho asks.

"Maybe," Thomas responds after staring out the window.

Throwing a giant metal canister through the window, it shatters on impact. It's dizzying watching the shards of glass vanish into the water several hundred feet below.

"Okay," Thomas clears his throat. "It's doable. Just need a little running start."

You look at Minho, who looks at Newt, who looks at you.

This is how you die.

"You sure about this?" Minho asks.

"Not really." Thomas responds.

"Brilliant." You groan.

"Nice pep talk," Minho's sarcasm is still there at least.

"Yeah, we're all bloody inspired."

The door flies open. "Shit," Thomas whispers as you all stumble to get your feet under you.

Running forward, you all dive out of the window.

It's enough to give you a heart attack, but as you hit the cold water, you're reminded that you're very much still alive.

One after another, you all rise again.

And Thomas flips Janson off. Because of course.

Scrambling out of the water, you're immediately confronted by more WCKD members.

That's until they're shot by one of their own.

Well, Gally.

That's going to be hard to explain to Minho later.

○ ○ ○

The next hour of your life is a blur.

So much happened that your brain has blurred most of it out.

The City got attacked by Gally's friends, Newt got considerably worse and you, Gally and Minho made a mad sprint to get him the serum.

But it was too late.

Newt's bloodied, veiny corpse with a knife sticking out of his chest will haunt you for life. Minho and Frypan's reactions breaking your heart as you and Brenda stood there motionless.

Thomas vanished for a while, and you had to save him from a burning building whilst Teresa helped, watching her get engulfed by the flames.

Thomas had been shot. And it was a mad rush to get him back to the Safe Haven whilst Minho was completely distraught. The thought of losing two friends would've killed him.

But, somehow, you made it.

Thomas was patched up by the medical professionals of the Safe Haven and people started to settle in.

It's been a week since the events of the Last City.

Minho has been attached to you at the hip, but he's been quiet. The Glader got used to moving at a million miles an hour, so now they're forced to face what they've been through.

"Minho?" You managed to convince Vince to give you a hut, mainly because he took a shine to you because he was impressed by your bold nature.

Minho lies on your shared bed, Quest curled next to him with his head on your boyfriend's chest as Minho mindlessly pets him. You'd been helping around the camp, so, you'd given Minho some space today.

You'd actually spent a lot of time looking at the Stone- a block in the centre of the Safe Haven with the names of those you'd lost carved into it.

You're one of the few people here that had no names to stain the stone. You'd obviously lost people, but they were important to someone else before you, so you let the Gladers say their names.

You know you'll never understand what Minho's going through. You didn't have anyone to bond with in the Maze, but you're still grieving. Even if it is worse for him.

Walking over to the bed, he plays with your placid dog's ears, not even acknowledged you yet. Until you lay next to him.

"You okay?" You ask as you scoot up to him, Quest laying on the other side.

"Hm? Yeah," he mumbles, moving his arm to come under your head as you snuggle into his chest. "Just... thinkin'."

"You're always thinking."

"Got shuck all else to do," he smirks at you and you roll your eyes.

"What you thinking about?"

There's a pause, and you don't really need to ask. "You miss him?"

He scoffs. "'Course I do. It's... just so weird without him, yanno?"

"Yeah, but it'll get better."

"I know, I know."

"And I'm here if you ever wanna talk about it."

He looks at your out of the corner of his eye. "I know. Thank you." You kiss him on the cheek and his smile seems more genuine.

Suddenly, he dives on you, making you shriek as he kisses you. He climbs on top of you, deepening the kiss as your hands come to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as your legs tangle together.

He also startles Quest, who jumps off the bed and starts batking his head off.

The kiss becomes heated, Minho clearly using the physical as an outlet for his emotions.

"I love you," he mumbles between kisses.

Then he freezes, pulling away.

You grin as his face goes red. "You love me?"

"Ugh," he groans, sitting back on his knees. "Shut up."

You chuckle, liking seeing the flustered version of your boyfriend.

"I love you too... shuckface." You're not quite used to Glader slang still, but it makes him grin.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, of course, I do."

He dives on you again, making Quest start again.

"Shut up, Quest!" You snap at the same time, before looking at each other and bursting into a fit of giggles.

"You need to learn to control your damn mutt," he mumbles, practically into your lips.

"He's your dog too now, yanno?"

"Shuck, you're right," he smirks, flopping down next to you. "C'mere, boy." He pats his chest, and Quest makes no effort to ease his weight as he dives on the boy, making him groan and you laugh.

Quest sprawls across the pair of you, not caring how uncomfortable you are.

You smile to yourself as Minho messes with Quest, pushing his head and making the dog snap at him.

Things might be hard at the moment, but that's okay. You're safe and things will get better.

And you somehow still have your dog. And now you have the other Gladers, and most importantly Minho.

Things will be okay, because you're not on your own anymore.

DONE.

Not my most satisfying ending for sure, but there's only so much I can do when our love interest is MIA for most of the movie.

Anyway, I hope y'all enjoyed this mini-series, it was kinda fun :))

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Part 2: The Skater

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Oral (F.m receiving). Y/n Dom and sub YangYang.

He’s so pathetic and down bad for y/n it fucks with his skills.

Brief Summary: YangYang like most boys on campus fantasies about Y/n. She’s at the top of every boys fuck list only no one can seem to make it come true. After Si Cheng’s lies, the boys are more determined to take their chances with Y/n so they don’t question why all of sudden she’s giving them attention. YangYang falls victim to her manipulation and falls deeper into his fantasy. Only it ends up ruining his chances on truly fulfilling them and we discover he’s just like his friends.

Words: 4k

MINORS DO NOT READ !!!!!

Enjoy:)

The last couple of days you had spent your time getting closer and closer to Yangyang. Today after class he was inviting you to the bridge where he and his staker friends skated, only this time it would be just the two of you. You walked beside him on the pavement skateboard in his hand. Yangyang had a different aura to him than some of his other friends. He was much more dorky and talkative compared to Jisung. Which is why you weren't surprised you had to make the first move on him, well Wendy.

After giving him Wendy's number they had been texted one another gathering enough information for you to use. While you spent your time texting with Haechan who you found on an online game, just a day before you spoke with Yangyang. You felt so grateful to have such friends who lied to you and helped you out with your plans.

The times you did spend with Yangyang in person whether it was in class or a park he never made a physical move on you. You still remember his face when you first approached him outside the M building where he sat with some of his friends. You stepped up to him immediately catching everyone's attention. The boys and girls sitting with him all straighten themselves up at your presents.

"I love your hair today Y/n," one of the girls said. You looked her away, eyes leaving Yangyang for a moment. Most people always felt like they needed an excuse to talk to you just to be seen with you by their friends. So many times you've seen friends put each other down just to get a glance from you. Had this really been what it came to? The girl in front of you knew you were here for Yangyang and yet every time she only fixed her posture and applied more lip oil to her lips when you arrived.

The skater girl with the braids always made sure to compliment you when you were around. She wanted to be the first to grab your attention just like everyone else. She wanted to be the first person you saw.

You smiled at her but turned your focus back to Yangyang. He smirked as you walked up to him. His friends sent him teasing side glances, a few even nudging his shoulder. You ignored it along with a few whistles. He was sitting on top of a lunch table another boy next to him. You went to sit beside him the other boy instantly standing up allowing you to take his seat. Yangyang's body followed yours turning to face you better. "Yangyang right?" you asked fingers lightly tracing up his arm. His friends looked at one another the girl signaling everyone to leave, they did leaving you both alone.

"Yea that's me," he responded nervously. Yangyang had never been approached by such a pretty girl in his life, truthfully no girl had ever approached him period. He was more stunned that you would talk to him, let alone even remember his name.

"Do you need something?" he asked trying to justify in his brain that you were here for anything else but what he hoped. You shrugged sitting closer to him. "Nothing in particular. I've just seen you around on your skateboard. I've always wanted to learn how to ride," You said batting your lashes at him. He almost choked but adjusted himself eyes meeting yours. "You want me to teach you?" he asked making sure he heard you right.

"If you are the one offering," you nudged his arm. He nodded taking out his phone. "Cool. I have a bunch of classes to catch up on but I'm free Friday," he said extending out his phone to you. You took his phone in your hands putting in Wendy's number. You smiled handing the phone back to him. You stood eyes still on his, bright smile on your lips. "Great I'll see you then," You said placing a kiss on his cheek before you ran off to Wendy who waited in her car.

You waved goodbye when you reached her car. He waved back a dazed look on his face watching your hips sway side to side as you stepped into her car. Once the car door slammed shut he fell back onto the table a grin on his lips.

And that's how you ended up under the bridge on a Friday night learning how to ride a skateboard with Yangyang and his friends. You swore these boys were making it too easy.

He placed a white helmet on your head. "This is for your protection, I don't want you to fall and get hurt," he said tapping the plastic. You nodded clipping it on. He took your hand in his guiding you onto the black skateboard. You could hear others riding around you. Wheels grazing the gravel beneath them. Others jump over crates and empty boxes doing tricks. Yangyang kept your focus on his hands now placed on your elbows. "Hold on tightly," he said to you as you copied his motion placing your hands on his elbows. You nodded acknowledging his instructions.

He held onto you as pulled you along with the skateboard. "Remember like I told you before. It's all about balance," he said you could feel his grip start to loosen. "Uh Yangyang what are you doing?" you asked starting to worry. You began to panic feeling him let go. he bit back a smile watching you start to ride away. The minute he let go you started to ride faster. Luckily there wasn't a hill or else you would have gone too fast but the speed you were going was still terrifying.

"Yanyang! YANGYANG!" you screamed he chased after you. "Just extend your arms and try to relax," he shouted seeing you ride off. You shook your head looking around for something to grab just to prevent you from failing. You tried your best to relax your wobbly legs and control your breathing. You extended your arms out balancing yourself. Eventually, your eyes opened and you felt your speed decreasing the ride wasn't as bad anymore, but still, once you got off you were going to kill Yangyang.

Your victory smile started to fade once you saw a much of crates together. You didn't know how to turn yet and felt your legs begin to wobble again. Yangyang had stopped chasing you, smiling and watching as you slowly road down the path. However, his eyes widened once he saw the crates. He grabbed his skateboard seeing your pace pick up. He threw it on the ground, got on top, and rode towards you.

The wind breezed past your exposed skin the faster you traveled, inches away from the crates. You braced for the impact putting your arms up and blocking your face. You felt the skateboard come to a halt hitting a rock. The brake jerked you forward, you slipped placing your hands out to catch your fall only it never came.

You felt someone’s hands around you holding you tightly. They picked you up helping you stand straight and dusting you off. Once your eyes opened and you realized who it was your brows furrowed sending YangYang a glare. He sent you an apologetic smile but you rejected it. Pushing past him and heading to his car. He followed behind you picking yours and his skateboard off the ground.

“Y/n please I'm sorry,” he said choking back a laugh. You continued stomping your way back to the car. You, annoyed, licked your teeth scoffing. You stop turning to face him. “So you think this shit is funny,” you said causing his eyes to widen. He shook a step back in defense. “I mean in my defense you are wearing a helmet-“

You removed the helmet from your head clipping it from around your chin. Once it clipped you snatched it off your head chucking it at him. He swerved it with a shocked expression. He turned around picked it up off the ground and ran to his car. He quickly opened his backseat throwing the items inside. He heard his car door slam and sighed before he opened his side of the door.

“Look I’m sorry about today,” he said sitting beside you. You crossed your arms over your chest facing towards your window. “I shouldn’t have let you go. I should have stood beside you and helped you like I promised I would. Can you forgive me?” He asked with a small pout. You sighed nodding your head. You rolled your eyes as you faced him. “I guess so,” you respond causing him to smile. He started his car driving out of the lot and onto the road.

“Even though I almost died today. I had fun,” you said eyes looking towards the sunset in front of you. YangYang looked in your same direction nodding his head in agreement. Just as he went to respond he felt your hand creep up his thigh. His breath hitched in his throat. The words he wanted to speak now stuck. His eyes tried to watch the streets ahead but he couldn’t help his focus on your hands so close to his forming bludge.

“Y/n what are you doing?” He asked eyeing the way your hand inched closer to him. You giggled bagging your lashes up at him. The car continued to zoom across the side of a Mountain, few cars passed by. You bit your lip watching every detail of his face to catch his reaction to the simplest touch. Stupid boy you thought.

“I’m just thank you. For saving my life,” you said through a smile. He gushed shaking his head. “All I did was ride my skateboard to you. It’s my fault you almost fell,” he said modestly. You shrugged smile still on your lips as you reached his button. You pushed it through the hole of his jeans. “Still you came to get me. I could have gotten hurt. Maybe even break a bone. But I didn’t,” you said darkly. He lifted his ass allowing you to pull down his jeans. He quickly checked seeing your hand outline his concealed cock. He groaned under your touch shivering at the sight before him.

Never in a million years did he think this would happen. You were his fantasy girl. He envied Si Cheng for being able to touch you. How badly he wanted to be him the night of the party. Have the confidence to ask you on a date and take you. He always felt guilty late at night scrolling through your Instagram like a perv. Taking himself in his hands and fucking into his fist at the thought of you.

He couldn’t wait to through this in Si Cheng’s face.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned feeling your hand take out his cock. You jerked him in your palms gripping him tightly. You leaned closer to his ear placing a wet kiss on his neck. “Take me home and I’ll let you touch me,” you whispered. He pressed his foot on the gas zooming by all the cars beside him.

In no time you made it to your apartment complex. The sun was already set and you pulled out your keys. Walking into the lobby and quickly thanking the door man YangYang couldn’t help but gawk at inside of the large building. He knew your parents had money. But he didn’t know they had this much money. Walking ahead you turned noticing the boy feeling up the leather couch. You quickly grabbed his arm yanking him into the elevator.

Once you reached your apartment you pushed him up against the door a smirk on your lips. You placed a passionate kiss on his lips. With nerves humming through his skin all his hairs stood up. You felt his sudden shyness, taking his hand you brought it to your stomach. You released from his lips straight into his brown eyes. “You want to feel something?” You asked placing a soft kiss on his lips. When you pulled away his eyes were still closed. Lashes dusting his cheeks. He nodded letting out a hush “Yeah,” as he laid his body against your door.

You took his veiny hand sliding past your shorts and into your soaked panties. You bit back a moan feeling his fingers explore you so effortlessly. YangYang groaned feeling a drop of you drip onto his finger. “Fuck Y/n. Your so fucking wet,” he hissed thumb rubbing circles on your clit. You took his other hand guiding it up your breast. He squeezed your tit just above your t-shirt. His index finger extended from his thumb reaching your tight hole. He circled it teasing you. He had opened his eyes watching closely as your brows furrowed from annoyance.

You opened your eyes a smirk on your lips you leaned forward feeling his finger dip inside you. You bit back a moan biting your lip and shuddering at the feeling. YangYang groaned bucking his hips forward and humping you against your leg like a damn dog.

“Aw look how pathetic you are. Humping me like some kind of puppy,” you pouted staring into his dark eyes. Your hand crept up behind him grabbing hold of his hair. “Keep fucking these fingers into me puppy and I’ll let you fuck me for real. Or maybe I should let you use your mouth just to see if fingers are as good as your tongue?” You teased. His knees buckled his fingers almost slipping out of you.

He couldn’t believe how filthily you were. At least your mouth. All this time, your whole innocent act was to cover up how much of a freak you were. He started to feel lucky being able to have this like this. He wondered if you spoke to Si Cheng that way. Let him touch you and kiss you like he was. He had to do it better. He had to be better than Si Cheng.

“Yes,” he growled.

“Yes to what?” You asked rolling your hips forward. His finger jerked faster slipping another one inside you. The squish sounds from your pussy could be heard in the dark hallway. “I wanna taste you, please,” he begged. You pulled your fingers out of him whining at the loss. You unlocked your door watching through the corner of your eyes as he sucked into his two fingers.

You opened the door pushing him inside. You locked it throwing your bag and keys to the side. He as well as you removes your shoes. You walked over to the couch pulling your shorts down as well as your panties. YangYang watched the door placing his shoes next to yours. You sat legs spread on your couch. The arm covering his view from seeing you. You laid your head back eyeing him, a mischievous gleam in your eyes. Your hand beckoned him forward.

“Come on baby don’t keep me waiting,” you said with a sad smile. You leaned forward resting on the arm of the couch. “I feel so cold like this. Come warm me up,” you pleaded. He rushed over almost tripping at your command. Once he reached the other side of the couch he instantly fell to his knees eyeing your glistening pussy. His mouth felt dry. He panted at the sight of you. You brought your hand down your stomach and to your folds spreading them apart. YangYang groaned hand reaching below to squeeze himself.

Apart from you for a moment felt bad. After a nice date, you were using this boy to get off. Then again that's what he and his friends did to girls. They fucked them then ditched them and their main goal was you. Your lips tighten in heavy thought. You wouldn’t let that happen, you can’t. Si Cheng can’t get away with this and never can his friends.

You waved your hips back and forth putting your face back on. He shook himself from his thoughts. Leaning forward he licked his lips letting his tongue latch onto your pussy. The muscle danced through your folds. Slurping and sucking quickly on your clit. He brought his hand up to your stomach pushing you back down his mouth slurping up your juices. You rocked your hips against your mouth for some added friction. YangYang wasn’t half bad but you could tell he was only doing his best because he wanted to impress you.

You knew some of the girls he hooked up with. His list wasn’t as long as Jaehyun’s or Johnny’s for the simple fact that compared to them he had no game. Usually, guys like him made up for their skills. While YangYang wasn’t bad you wished he had possessed some of those skills. However, his hands were much more skillful. So it got you excited when you felt his hand creep up to your hole.

He slipped a finger inside you pushing it deeper into your pussy. You moaned at the feeling of him so deep. He spread you farther apart with his other hand holding you down. Wetting his finger with your juice he slipped another finger inside you fucking into you quickly. He bucked his hips into your couch. His eyes looked up towards you and saw your back arch off the couch encouraging him to continue. He fucked his fingers harder and faster into your pussy. Curving them upwards and grazing the sweet spot inside you that hand your eyes popping out of your head.

You felt the knot in your stomach approaching. Clenching around his fingers only made him go faster. He groaned into your pussy eyes rolling back. He felt so high off the taste of you. He could do this all day if you let him. Your hands in his hair holding onto his tightly fucking your clit against his hot mouth. “Fuck baby I'm gonna cum,” you moaned feeling your climax inching closer. You groaned at the feeling, releasing all over his veiny fingers. He groaned into your pussy stuffing you back up with your release and riding out your high. You slowly came down from your high feeling a wave of exhaustion take over you.

He released his mouth from your hands moving towards his pants button. He leaned towards you undoing his pants but your foot on his chest stopped him. You slowly pushed him back down onto your couch seeing his dick stand proudly in the air. You shook your head sitting up.

“You don’t get to fuck me, baby. You made a choice. You choose to taste me and I let you,” you said mockingly. He frowned a whine escaping his lips but you stopped him. “No whine,” you said shaking your head. “That was your choice. You can go,” you said turning away and picking up your phone. You opened it scrolling through Instagram. He scoffed dick still hard and out of his jeans.

“Are you serious? What did you just invite me over here to fuck you then what kick me out?” He asked feelings hurt. You scoffed chuckling while looking at your phone. You looked up at an apologetic smile on your face. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you think I’d let you fuck me after that poor mouth game you have? I mean honestly, I Don’t get how you can fuck around with as many girls as you please and none of them have warned each other about your tongue or lack of,” you said turning back to your phone. You pointed to the door behind you.

“Doors that way,” you said watching as scoffed standing up to leave. He pulled up his boxers, and jeans just behind. He stood up to your door big you went up to him after putting on your panties. You turned him around gripping onto his chin. He looked you dead in your eyes.

“Also. Tell anyone about this. I dare you,” you said eyeing him. He lost some of his toughness at your threat. He gulped returning to the YangYang you saw earlier. He nodded grabbing his shoes and slipping them on. “I promise I won’t tell,” he said slipping past you and then through your door. You sighed a smile on your face as your front door closed. You locked it walking to your room. You undressed the rest of your clothes and walked into your shower washing away the sticky feeling you felt.

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Meanwhile, Yangyang went home both frustrated and embarrassed. His dick went down after watching a video on Instagram of a girl popping her pimple. He shuddered grossily at the thought. When he reached the front door of his shared house he let out a sigh. He held his keys in his hand but didn't push them through the hole. Had he just been played? I mean how could he have been so stupid to believe you of all people wanted him the way he now so desperately wanted you? And everything you said about his tongue, was he that bad?

He huffed kicking a nearby rock. Just as he went to leave he felt a hand on his shoulder. "You okay?" the voice asked. Yangyang froze turning to see Si Cheng standing next to him wearing a bookbag. He nodded but didn't speak. The words caught in his throat. He knew he couldn't tell Si Cheng even without your threat. It completely ruins their friendship. So instead he opened the door for both him and Si Cheng taking off his shoes as he stepped inside.

"How'd your date go?" Jaemin asked standing in the kitchen. Yangyang felt the tension throughout his body heighten. Why was everyone home today? It's a Friday night and all of a sudden on the day he meets up with you everyone is home. He thanks you silently for not suggesting you two come to his place instead. "It was fine," he coughed up. Jaemin chuckled raising a brow. "Just fine? The way you talked about this girl I thought she was some sort of jewel. I guess it didn't go too well," he said bringing the joint between his fingers to his lips. He took a hit letting the smoke escape his lips. He let out a few coughs offering the joint to him.

He declined instead reaching into the fridge for two waters. He handed one to Jaemin who thanked him. Just as he turned around Jaehyun appeared. "Uh Oh," he said at the sight of Yangyang. He checked the time on the stove reading eight o'clock. He looked back at Yangyang with a sly frown. "Your back early. Did you fuck up?" he asked. Yangyang felt some of his nerves let go. He was used to this kind of behavior from the older boy. Jaemin cleared his throat taking a sip of water.

"Leave him alone Jae he's had a rough night," he said patting his back. He walked past Jaehyun who didn't follow instead taking a hit from Jaemin's blunt. Yangyang made his way to his room. Once he stepped inside and sat on his bed he heard the door close and open again. He looked up only seeing Jisung. He laid his head flat again not worried by Jisung's presence in the sloghtest.

Jisung walked over to him clearing his throat. He took hold of his desk chair and sat on it. He lightly kicked the side of Yangyang's leg that dangled off his bed. "So how'd it go?" he asked waiting for his reply. Yangyang lifted his head eyeing Jisung. "Why do you care?" he asked confused by the younger boy. Jisung shrugged waving the chair side to side. "I don't know. We barely talk anymore," he said with a slight pout, there was truth behind his words.

Yangyang eyed him but was too tired to question him. He sat up throwing his pillow to the side. He sighed shoulders falling. " I blew it. She said my tongue game was weak," he said embarrassment in his tone. Jisung bit back a laugh. Yangyang looked up noticing the boy's face. "Hey don't laugh! It really fucked me up. Next time I'm with a girl it will be all I can think about," he said annoyed.

"Then maybe you should slow down and study a bit," he said back.

"Says the virgin," yangyang bit back. He was too tired and annoyed to deal with any slander, especially from Jisung the biggest virgin in the entire house. The biggest because he was the only one they knew of. The group didn't trust Taeyong or Haechan. Jisung shrugged him off standing up. He knew he had gone to see you and since Yangyang came home pissed he knew you did your job. There was no need for him to continue it for you now. He'd see you tomorrow and you'd tell him all about it, and he'd love to hear it straight from you. He stood up leaving Yangyang to fall deeper into the hole he was digging for himself.

Just as he left he walked past Haechan who sat in his room typing quickly on his computer head set on covering his ears. He smirked to himself seeing the clueless boy who had no idea what was yet to come.

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Once you stepped out of the shower you applied your skincare and creams. You walked to the lamp table next to your bed. You opened your draw sleep mask covering your forehead. You pulled out a pink fluffy pen crossing out YangYang’s name. You bit your lip just picturing how mad he is right now. Probably feeling used and embarrassed. You looked back down at your list feeling victorious.

“Just nine more to go,” you said looking at your paper. Just as you were about to put it away you scribbled something on it. Once you finished you smiled placing it back in your draw along with the pink fluffy pen. You pulled the string of the lamp seeing the room go dark. You then pulled the sleeping mask over your eyes laid flat on your pink silk sheet bed and went fast to sleep.

A part of you really wished YangYang was better with his mouth. Oh well, maybe Haechan would be better.

To Be Continued…

I hope you guys enjoyed part 2: of my 10-part series Easy A.

I think I’m the future I will continue to do my series there really fun.

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[the-blorbo-project]

Blorbos at Conference!

Long time, no update, but this project is moving forward! This weekend, we're at a conference hosted by the Society for Cinema and Media Studies, or SCMS, presenting as part of a panel devoted to fan studies.

Why do panels matter?

First and foremost, it's a way to get research before a bunch of other researchers while it's still in progress. This helps catch poorly formed ideas, surface new good ideas, and share what's coming up with the fan studies research communities. It's also good for our humble PhD student CVs!

The Findings

Of course, the most interesting part is what, actually, we're presenting, AKA the findings! They're a work in progress, and the hardest part is the coding (talked about here). Therefore, I'm focusing on what I could do deep analysis on relatively quickly. (note: these images don't have image IDs because I summarize them below, but they're graphic representations of what I talk about in the text).

The majority of survey respondents were young: about 39% were 18-22 and 32% were 23-27. A further 17% were 28-32, about 8% were 33-37, and then it got progressively smaller from there. Shoutout to all 3 respondents who were 63 and over! So glad you're here.

In terms of social media usage, most people used tumblr - unsurprising, since that's where we got our most traction for the survey. Discord was the second most likely. Part of a later analysis will be seeing if these terms are more likely to be used by different age groups or on different platforms, which is cool.

Almost everyone surveyed had heard of these terms. Blorbo was the most-used and meow meow was least used, but very, very few respondents had not heard of these terms at all. This may be in part due to how we used them in our survey recruitment, since we did want to find people who knew what these terms were so that they could define them for us.

These numbers slope slightly down because something broke when we imported them into NVivo (a coding software) and frankly I don't understand it well even when it actually works, let alone when it breaks.

Here's a little visual of the terms you suggested for characters. Unfortunately, NVivo crashes every time I try to exclude words from this word bubble (like "term"), so it's not as clear as I'd like it to be, but there are some interesting ones. Particularly interesting are the cluster of gendered terms; husbando and waifu, malewife, sexyman, boy, girl, etc. I want to do some analysis of this because it parallels some preliminary coding results. Y'all also really find your blorbos scrunkly/skrunkly/scrungly, huh?

I also want to figure out how to tell the visualizer that "glup" and "shitto" go together, because "shitto" all by its lonesome over there is cracking me up.

Qualitative Findings

Like I said, the coding is...so far from done. That's mostly due to some Ao3-author levels of life disruption from both of us. BUT! I can tentatively say a couple of things:

There are notably clear definitions about these terms. We weren't sure if there even really was a definition of "blorbo", but it clearly refers to a very specific kind of one-true-character. By contrast, comfort characters are associated with experiencing positive emotions, and meow meows are more likely to be evil or morally grey (but you love them though).

Unsurprisingly, your characters make you happy. We're distinguishing between general positive emotions, attachment, relatability, and one-true-character belovedness. Also sexiness, but that (surprisingly) hasn't come up that much.

There are a couple of ways in which darker themes come up. Villains remain beloved, but a recurring theme is also using tragedy or trauma in fiction as catharsis.

Finally, there's a lot of playful and tactile language. "Rotating him in my mind" really is that common.

Additionally, I'm really interested in the role of gender. Many of you referred to your blorbos/meow meows as your guys, with some of you clarifying that it was "my little guy (gender neutral)". Others noted that most characters you'd seen people describe as blorbos or meow meows were men/masc. This did not come up for comfort characters. Analysis of the characters you consider exemplars of each definition will help flesh out this analysis.

Still to Come

SO much. Who are these characters? Is a specific character exclusively a meow meow, or are they also a common comfort character? What types of positive emotion are associated with each type? Are these character types or do they speak to a fan's individual (or a fandom's communal) relationship with a character?

Additionally - we didn't ask about neurodivergence, but many of y'all referenced it. I'm looking forward to exploring that as well.

That's all for now! I present this live in about two hours. If you're somehow following this account AND at SCMS, please come by!

[aritsukemo]

Chihiro and Kokichi with a crush on someone who acts like Kyoko Kirigiri

Warnings: Major spoilers to Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc and Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony! You have been warned!

A/N: Been rewatching playthroughs of the games while I was sick and got the itch to write something! There was so much more I wanted to do with Chihiro's part, but kind of backed myself into a corner when I decided to write this taking place during the killing game. No worries though, I plan to write a bunch more Chihiro x reader content in the future! ( Can you tell I love Chihiro? Lmao- )

↪ Off rip, Chihiro was very intimidated by you. Your stone cold exterior and the general vibe you gave off was kinda scary to him.

↪ He didn't talk to you at all during the first couple of days, simply watching and observing you whenever you made your presence known/whenever you spoke.

↪ During the first class trial, you absolutely owned it. You constantly kept everyone on track and gave them clues to help them figure out the mystery themselves and diverted them from anything that led them to the incorrect truth. You helped everyone crack the case without flat out giving them the answers and he found that really cool of you.

↪ When Leon's execution came, Chihiro felt a swarm of negative emotions to the point he couldn't contain his tears. It was terrible, all of it was. Even if Leon killed Sayaka and even though Sayaka attempted to muder Leon, he couldn't help but feel bad for the both of them..

↪ That following day or two, he was in a rather gloomy mood. Everyone was. After the events of what happened, he couldn't really stomach much food. It was a small thing and Chihiro thought no one had cared to notice his lack of appetite, but he was surprised that someone did; you did. One morning, he was presented with a large portion of a simple meal by none other than the stone cold mystery themselves.

↪ "Eat it if you'd like. If you don't trust it, that's fine too," Was all you said to him, but it made his heart do a backflip regardless. He didn't understand it, but the scene kept playing in his mind the rest of the morning which kept him red in the face the entire time..

↪ After that, Chihiro started observing you even more and he started picking up on the small things about you. How, although most of the others misinterpret your intentions, you truly don't mean harm to anyone and just want to find the way out like everyone else. You're actually really sweet but your tight-lipped and mysterious nature just throws everyone in the wrong direction, he thinks.

↪ The more he watched you and the more he interacted with you, ( although interactions with you didn't happen often ) the more his heart fluttered until it eventually evolved into something bigger. At first, he thought what he was feeling for you was simply admiration until one of the others pointed it out to him one day. The way he speaks about you with such passion, the way he sometimes stares at you like a puppy wanting attention, the amount of times he's caught staring at you.. To them, it was painfully obvious that he was crushing on you!

↪ Even with the knowledge of his crush on you, Chihiro made no attempt to act on it. For one, you two are in a killing game and you're probably way more worried about figuring out the mastermind and getting out of here than getting a partner and two, he was too embarrassed to. The last thing he wanted was for you to laugh or berate or be disgusted by him for pretending to be a girl because of how weak and sensitive he was.. ( The last thing he wants is to confess under the rouse of a girl anyway. )

↪ This ( along with the embarrassing secret motive ) ultimately boosted his motivation to achieve his goal; to get stronger. Once he's strong enough to protect you and his friends from any danger, then he'll tell you how he feels!

↪ He was determined, and unfortunately, that determination ultimately led to his untimely demise. It was ironic, especially with that conversation you had with him that afternoon prior..

↪ "I've decided! I have no other choice but to get stronger. I'll try my hardest and..! And when I do, I would like to talk to you about something very important, okay?" He had told you, eyes burning with uncharacteristic fire. It was..certainly a look for him. ( One that may or may not have made your heart do a few tricks without your permission.. ) And you remembered briefly mutter something to him about staying safe and not overdoing it..

↪ If only you had offered to join him. Maybe things would've went differently..

↪ Huh, how odd. It's not like you to be sentimental like this. Actually, as of late, a lot of things you've been doing have been out of character for you.. Honestly, what has gotten into you lately?

↪ Well, there's no time to dawdle on it right now. You have to seek justice for Chihiro. With the clues you've gathered, you already have a sneaking suspicion of who the culprit is..

↪ You immediately spiked Kokichi's interest. The fact that you didn't give him any information about yourself intrigued him. It was as if you had something to hide..

↪ When it came out that everyone would be participating in a killing game, Kokichi was surprised by how well you kept it together. Unlike everyone else who were in denial, you wholeheartedly believed the kubs and kept a levelhead about the whole ordeal. It was as if it didn't affect you at all..

↪ "You seem oddly calm about this. Don't tell me you're actually some psycho and was waiting on something like this." He said to you only to get silence in return as you outright ignored him.

↪ For the first day or two he observed you, but he quickly decided to take a more upfront approach and was all in your face. He was always trying to poke and prod and tease information out of you, but you never caved. He couldn't get under your skin at all.

↪ But he did, at least, get your name.

↪ When the first murder finally happened, you again, didn't panic. While everyone else were screaming their heads off, you talked to Monokuma, verifying things about the upcoming class trial before immediately starting your investigation.

↪ When the trial came about, you kept calm. As if you had done this a million times, you helped guide everyone. You gave hints and helped paint a clear picture of what happened. When everyone began to deny the truth, you, along with Kaede, helped everyone come to grips with reality.

↪ And then, when the killer was executed, you didn't freak out. He also noticed you saying something to Shuichi before swiftly leaving to go god knows where.

↪ And just like that his interest in you hit it's peak.

↪ He began speculating. What could you possibly be hiding? Why are you the way you are? How many times has something like this happened to you? Do you hold the key of getting out of here?

↪ Could you be the mastermind behind this? It's definitely a possibility..

↪ After the trial, Kokichi officially set his sights on you. He began to bug you even more.

↪ He would drag you around places and rope you into his shenanigans. To everyone else, it may have just looked like Kokichi was just doing it for the fun of it or to annoy you, but in actuality, he was doing it in an attempt to get a feel for your personality. He wanted to know what made you tick and what didn't. But alas, you were harder to crack than he expected.

↪ So, he began stalking you.

↪ Everytime you distanced yourself from the others and disappeared for long periods of time, he would try to follow after you, however..

↪ "Kokichi. I know you're there."

↪ ..he never got far before he was found out.

↪ Then the second murder rolled around and the cycle repeated. The body discovery announcement played, you gave no reaction to it, disappeared to start your own investigation, and carried the class trial.

↪ After the trial and execution, ( and after you saved his butt from Maki's wrath after he exposed a certain secret of hers ) he approached you with the supposed intention of wanting to be your friend. ( Although he worded it more as him wanting you to be his sidekick ) He didn't give you ang room to deny his friendship and before you knew it, he was shamelessly latched to you like some annoying pest.

↪ Almost everywhere you went, he attempted to tag along. Of course, if you were going on one of your little side investigations, you gave him the slip and he wouldn't be able to find you for a while.

↪ Other than that, you humored him. He talks your ear off and the conversations between you two are more or less one sided but he can tell you're listening to every little word he said and didn't mind his presence. Although he doesn't know much about you, he's gotten to know you enough to know that when you don't want to talk to someone, you'll make it very clear to them that you don't want to talk to them.

↪ And then something most bewildering happened. Shuichi gave you a gift.

↪ "How did you know I liked this?" Kokichi heard you say before you accepted the gift, "Uh..lucky guess? I honestly had no idea. It just seemed like something you'd like." He heard him say..

↪ "I see.. Well, thank you."

↪ Like the stalker he is, he watched the whole interaction and to Kokichi's surprise, he felt..odd watching you two interact. Although it wasn't the most intense feeling, it certainly wasn't a pleasant one..

↪ Anyways, the third murder rolls around and shortly after it happened, he stepped on a faulty floor board and..yeah y'all know what happened to him.

↪ When you and Shuichi found him, he was laid out on the floor and bleeding profusely from the head. Shuichi was startled at first, thinking he was dead, but upon him sitting up, the detective slowly stopped caring.

↪ Chuckling to himself, ( and feeling the very, very strong urge to vomit ) Kokichi stumbled to his feet. However, as soon as he did, you grabbed him by the arm..

↪ "You shouldn't move around so much. You likely have a concussion."

↪ "What..are you talking about? I'm..fine! Just..eheh.. Just peachy.." Another obvious lie. Honestly, what does he expect to gain from acting like this?

↪ After he let that ridiculous statement tumble from his lips, you forced him onto your back with ease. ( As expected, he's very light ) After telling Shuichi to continue his investigation, you left with Kokichi riding on your back.

↪ "Heyyyy, where are we going.. Do you plan to..to take me out while I'm like this..how..cruel, nishi..hi..heh.."

↪ You ended up taking him all the way back to your dorm because you remembered that you had some medical supplies lying around that you found while out on one of your side investigations. They weren't the best, but it was enough to make sure Kokichi wouldn't bleed out and die.

↪ With quick and kinda rough movements, you bandages up his head and the entire time you were supposed to spend investigating ended being spent in your room. After you finished bandaging his head, you dimmed the lights and applied a makeshift cold compress ( which you made by stuffing some ice in a bag and wrapping the bag in a thin towel ) to his head.

↪ Your eyes were completely on him the entire time and something about that made the displeasing feeling he felt before swell into something lighter and fluffier in his chest and around his heart. He didn't know what it was, but he's certain that he loved hated the feeling with a passion and hoped to never feel it again. Oh the lies he tells even himself

↪ The trial rolls around, and although you were kind of in the backseat for some time, you still managed to crack the case wide open. Well, with some help from Shuichi that is.

↪ Speaking of which, after the trial and execution, Kokichi began to notice the most bewildering thing; little Shuichi was getting oddly close to you.

↪ Like, a day or two after the trial, he saw you outside with Shuichi, Maki, and Kaito. You seemed to be working out with them but he took note of how you seemed the most responsive with Shuichi.

↪ An uncomfortable feeling bubbled in his chest, but even so, Kokichi, who had begun to slowly come to grips and realize his attraction towards you, pretended like he was fine. So what if you're hanging out with Shuichi? Lately, the detective has started to peak his interest and he plans to befriend him just like he did with you. Once he achieves that, he'll have you back and he'll have Shuichi to himself too!

↪ But alas, things didn't go as planned. Shuichi, untrusting of him, didn't want to be his friend. How sad..

↪ But he's not one to give up so easily. He'll find a way to rope him into this little game of his..one way or another.

↪ Fourth trial comes and the truth is revealed that Kokichi had a part in Miu's murder. Upon revealing the truth to everyone and completely ruining all the fun of the mystery, you seemed to be the one person to initially believe him. ( Although he noticed you seemed uncharacteristically bothered about the whole ordeal )

↪ Then Shuichi helped you further reveal what happened, forcing everyone to believe what really happened was the truth and that Gonta was the blackened. ( Gosh, it was agitating how in sync you two were )

↪ After the trial ended, things escalated. Kaito and Kokichi got into it and Kaito ended up lunging at Kokichi. However, it seemed the ultimate supreme leader was stronger than he let on ( or maybe something else is at play here.. ) and he ended up throwing his own punch which sent Kaito flying to the ground.

↪ That's when the others finally intervened.

↪ Shuichi, angered by everything that had happened, screamed at Kokichi. He yelled and fussed about how he was horrible and had no friends and how he had no one to turn to because he was horrible and blah blah blah.

↪ Kokichi didn't care much for his speech, ( it was nothing he hasn't been told already ) but his eyes seemed to drift to you. Unlike everyone else, you hadn't jumped to Kaito's defense nor were you screaming at him. In fact, you just stood in the back, watching with that iron expression of yours. How..like you..it was to do that, he thought.

↪ When he left, you followed after him.

↪ "That was quite the show you put on back there. Tell me, Kokichi. What are you planning?" You had asked him.

↪ "Heh, wellll since it's you I feel the sudden urge to spill everything, nishi~! ..Hm, fine then. I'll tell you for a kiss right here on the cheek, nishishishi~!" And then he saw it. For only a split second, he saw the surprise flash across your face. He saw your brows twitch and your eyes widen. He saw your cheeks flush.

↪ He finally saw you truly caught off guard and it was the cutest thing he's ever been able to witness. It's disgusting how much he's grown to like you, he thought. Not really.

↪ You didn't see him for a few days after the trial. You had no idea where he went, but you didn't bother wasting your time searching for him. Not that you could, with Kaito breathing down your neck wanting you to hang out with him, Shuichi, and Maki, you never found the reason or necessary time to go and look for him. ( But for some odd reason, you couldn't stop thinking about him. )

↪ And then he showed his face at last and when he did, he had weapons in tow.

↪ He claimed that he wanted to help end the killing game but of course no one believed him. Maki, who was at her wits end with the male, jumped to attack him and you, of course, jumped to his rescue.

↪ "Why do you always protect him? Are you two working together?" She questioned, her fiery crimson hues staring into you like sharpened blades.

↪ "..." Your silence gave nothing away as you stared back at her with your own icy gaze, gripping her by the arm as you awaited for her to release Kokichi.

↪ She let him go eventually.

↪ Kokichi then went on to explain what the weapons he persuaded Miu to make did ( the "electrohammers" as he put it ) before saying he'll no longer intervene with the others and their plans and leaving.

↪ And without a second thought, you followed after him which automatically labeled you a traitor in certain peoples' eyes. ( Cough cough Maki and Himiko cough cough )

↪ Alas, you quickly lost sight of him despite your tailing. But you couldn't give up now. He knows something and you're determined to find out what that something was.

↪ But all your efforts got you nowhere. You looked everywhere but couldn't find him, however when you finally reconvened with the others they all seemed oddly..depressed about something.

↪ You questioned each of them but only Shuichi would explain what happened while you were gone. Apparently, they used the electrohammers to cross that Death Road and found a large hatch that led outside. They got it opened but what they saw was simply despair-inducing..

↪ Everything was destroyed, there wasn't even air to breath out there. To put it simply, it was the end of the world.

↪ And the supposed mastermind behind the killing game had finally shown themselves and it was none other than the Ultimate Supreme Leader himself; Kokichi Ouma.

↪ But the whole story seemed..odd to you. Something about it simply didn't sit right ( especially with the evidence you had gathered while secretly investigating this place ) and in the end you incurred that at least some part of what went down was a lie. ( And you had a sneaking suspicion of which part it was )

↪ You ended up disappearing after that to do some more investigating. You spent the entire evening, night, and following morning digging up what you could. It was a shame it was cut short in one of the worst ways possible..

↪ "A body has been discovered! After a certain amount of time that you can spend however you'd like, the class trial will begin!" You certainly wasn't expecting that. And at a time like this..

↪ You make it to the crime scene soon after that and waste no time investigating. Everyone is certain that Kaito was the one who was murdered, but until you gather the clues and come to a collective verdict at the class trial, nothing is certain. ( Although, there's this sense of dread that's beginning to bubble at the pit of your stomach. You're hoping—praying—that it's not because of what you think it is.. )

↪ And then the class trial comes and for the first time, you were uncertain. You had a possibility or two, but with the clues presented, you weren't sure of anything..

↪ And after a long time of going back forth and around in circles, Kokichi's plan was finally revealed. His true goal was to end the killing game by making an unsolvable case where you aren't able to figure out who was murdered and who was the culprit.

↪ But then new evidence came about. Maki's confession and the video tape along with Shuichi's deductions helped you make a vital connection and that connection helped crack the entire case wide open. ( Because of you, Kokichi's final efforts were in vain.. )

↪ After the trial, no one was happy. I mean, how could they be? The blackened was Kaito. Aside from that, for some reason, you just seemed a little too upset. Something about the entire situation, about Kokichi's entire plan to kill himself for the chance to end this killing game, to stop the suffering, it made your heart sting. It effected you more than you would've liked and Kaito seemed to notice that.

↪ "I know you really liked him, Y/n," He told you, "He really liked you too. He never outright admitted it, but I could tell.. He wouldn't stop talking about ya'! Even..even in his final moments.."

↪ Was that supposed to make you feel better? Because it didn't. All it did was make things worse. You wish he would've just kept that to himself. Kokichi was thinking of you until the very end? What was the point of putting that painful thought into your head? It was unnecessary.

↪ And so, as soon as Kaito's execution was over. You fled the scene, silently but hurriedly. You knew why, but you didn't want to accept it. To accept that you left in such a rush because you couldn't keep your emotions in check..

↪ Ugh, that damn Kokichi! Could he have been anymore selfish? Forcing his way into your life, making you feel such wonderful inconvenient emotions, only to snatch all of it away and leaving you with the miserable feeling of anguish..

↪ He was truly the worst, you thought.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[alldni]

ranking the ada by how good the blunt rotation is.

number one is kenji. he is a good young man and never touches it which is why he’s the best. other people get really weird when they’re sober around high people and start treating them like little kids. but kenji looks at you like this 😃 carries entire cases of water bottles to you and tells you stories about cows and gardening that would be so fucking boring sober, but are absolutely resplendent when you’re high as fuck. he can one hand carry you to bed too so you don’t have wander through The Fog to curl up in the sheets if you green out. unfortunately the one downside is that if you smoke in front of kenji kunikida puts a gun to your head

two is tanizaki. he’s just so totally chill about it. he owns a beautiful ornate bong that always has crystal clear water. you sit there and smoke and eat fritos the whole time and it’s beautiful. now unfortunately his illusion is super freaky so if he’s high and using his ability you might have a bad time. but also he could make sesame street appear before your eyes and you’d have such a beautiful time.

coming in at number three definitely atsushi. the first time he smokes he is terrified horrified crying shaking sooo nervous but the second time you can tell he did a bunch of research and suddenly he’s like super expert at it. or less that he’s expert and more that he’s so desperate to prove he’s good at it he starts taking furious bong rips so fast you think he’ll die and his ability is probably the only reason he survives. also he becomes insanely hilarious and out of pocket

fukuzawa at four. this experience would be heavenly. you’d feel like an eighty year old lounging on the front porch in the sun. you smoke from a perfectly rolled joint and listen to him share every opinion he has on everyone in the ada or whatever and then he starts showing you pictures of his cats. he has a medical marijuana card for joint pain. he tells you he loves you and starts listing all your strengths and then lovingly explaining in vivid detail how he thinks you can improve.

kunikida at five purely for humor factor i think. in high school he was a super stoner and now he has seven bongs hidden under his bed. if you somehow got him to smoke with you he would manage to, in mere hours, procure the most amazing heavenly fresh weed you’ve ever smoked. you’ve gone to the garden of eden. unfortunately (and the reason why this is number four) he gets high and starts like reading shit from his ideals notebook to you and now you know too much about his ideal woman. and the next day he refuses to look you in the eyes. BUT he would be great at taking care of others while high i think — he’s the guy making sure everyone guzzles water at the sesh

lucy at number 6 for sure. the weed she gives you is so strong so lightning mcqueen quick-hitting so pungent… it’s probably a new strain called rainbow ballzapper4000 that francis bought from an illegal dispensary in america and she’s been waiting for the perfect moment to smoke it. she would end up taking you to her stupid pocket dimension because she would think it’s really really funny but you would feel like you’re trapped in your own personal hell. a mirage of pink and candy lord almighty. and you would be rapidly weakening shriveling up dying while she only gains strength. and you would want to kiss her

naomi at 7. i would rather kill myself than think about this further

number eight definitely yosano like this would be hell. because she would be so beautiful and transcendent and funny and cool and suave while you’re absolutely fucked up with whatever bullshit hopped up illegal strain she just presented you with. and if you started greening out she’d like give you water or whatever but then she would decide the height of comedy is like describing all the ways you could suddenly die in that moment. “did you know you could get vitamin E lung poisoning from smoking carts? do your lungs feels tight right now? 😃” and it would almost seem like she hoped you say yes. however she would actually try to keep your physical well-being in mind and she would make sure you ate and drank and got to bed ok etc

nine dazai. the ninth circle of hell. i would rather smoke with like francis or something than with this guy. dazai hears “smoke sesh” and asks chuuya to procure him weed and chuuya goes to his basement where he has the saddest most shriveled up little plant and he carefully harvests some flower and carefully prepares it and carefully rolls up two joints and kisses them both (in case dazai smokes from them both) and then you smoke this sad weed that barely hits and you sit there and wait to get high and dazai doesn’t even smoke anything. and you’re like dazai what the fuck. and then dazai pulls something out of his pocket and it’s fentanyl laced shit he got from somewhere else and he starts talking about how much he hopes it’ll work. and then he stares wide eyed and pathetic faced at you and starts ranting about how much he hates chuuya. and then he hands you the fent laced weed

last ranpo. if you start greening out he just starts reading you to fucking filth and you’re mentally destroyed for a week.

[welcometoteyvat]

waterborne poetry reactions (belated) (long post)

XINGQIU GOT FUCKING SMASHED IN THIS EVENT. BULLYING XINGQIU HOURS I LOVE TO SEE IT (affectionate)

bro got roasted for his handwriting, is Baffled by the mondstadters, then spends an entire day missing out on [whatever that was] and STILL DOESNT HAVE A CLUE WHAT HAPPENED HAHAHA im sorry i love bullying him

please never tell xingqiu whats going on it's payback <3

CHONGYUN DIONA AND MIKA. i need to hold them omg,,,, i was using freminet to wander around so in my heart they r just 4 cryo kids in a terrarium what will they do!! that combo was quite cute

CHONGYUN YANG MODE?!?!?!?!?! ON SCREEN??????? WAAAAHHHHHHHHH

he was adorable ;;;;;___;;;;; his little eye sparkles and the jumping T_T also the near-rap speed that his lines were delivered in was hilarious (thank you kinsen for ur service)

my son.... please never feed him chilis again

CHONGYUN IMPACT. that's all

now full of unfounded hope that chongyun will someday get an event about his pure yang spirit since they mentioned it a fair few times here

give him the deep lore he deserves

also XIAOYUN?!?!?!?! (only seeing what i want to see) THEY TALKED!!!! IN PERSON ON SCREEN THEY TALKED AND XIAO WASNT DISPARAGING!!!! im sorry this is what a rarepair with no food does to a mf

xiaolumi so strong (or xiaother if u prefer)

oughguhguhg the rhyming couplets part was SOOOO CUTE!! idk they did good with the pacing of the banter i think 🥺

adding onto that the camera angles and cuts this event were actually really nice and creative i think. they made it more engaging (the quick pan from chongyun to xingqiu at the end of the 3rd act, hu tao popping out from behind venti's shoulders during the couplet exchange, etc) it was REALLY good really funny. added to the experience a lot <3

Also venti zhongli are truly the most archon old friends ever

that cutscene was actually so pretty. It's drawn in the same style as Lyney's: very textured lines, slightly reminscent of linocuts, quite a few handdrawn parts, especially where there's water/liquid movement present, etc. Maybe this is a Fontaine style animated cutscene, since the oceanids and lyney are both from there? anyways. i'm intrigued—I wanna see if there are regional cutscene styles or something (that'd be very impressive)

the "close ur eyes paimon/diona" line was so fucking funny. traveler's been the third wheel a bunch of times but never this explicitly

also ! for people icked out by the morality of kid finch's crush on the oceanid: it is Fiction with a capital F

on the one hand I agree with the above sentiment, but it's also just funny to think about. first canon monsterfucker ? /JJJJJJJJJJJJJ don't kill me for that joke

Real thoughts: I think it was actually really sweet how he fell in love with a fairytale. Someone said the oceanid could've been aromantic coded to make their love story more morally palatable; I agree, it would've been cool if she was aro, but I don't think their romantic relationship is like somehow terrible and gross either

overall ending was really mid tbh, I appreciate the character growth of everyone who was on screen but literally all the other characters just disappeared. It was really unsatisfying lol especially for an event that was supposed to be hte gathering/unison of mond and liyue

would've been better if the second day's rhyming couplets ended the event I think; you'd have to tweak it to fit the mood of the oceanid/finch reveal but literally anything works, the ending was so anticlimactic

overall event: 10/10 for giving me the character interactions I wanted, and those that I never knew I needed, 5/10 because the minigames are. not the best, I get the intentions but the execution could've been better. And then 5/10 for story arc (heavily influenced by how mid the ending was LMAO)

I want to go through all the poems and their english translations because I Know somethings gonna get screwed up and I'm also just curious as to how they translated it

[stinkysam]

Deke Shaw - Past, Present, Future.

Warning : s7 spoilers

Genre : fluff / nsfw

Synopsis : a bunch of headcanons. Reader is a shield agent.

Reader : male (you/he)

Deke lives for your attention. He basks in it. He likes to show off and show you off. Though sometimes he wants to keep you to himself since you're well built and often attract people.

So he likes to remind everyone you're his boyfriend. Talking about you all the time.

"My boyfriend did that.", "That's my boo !", "Yeah I know, he's awesome. You can gawk." or "Big boy here can do it." with a pat on your back.

He really likes that you can protect him. Though he knows how to handle himself and survive, he likes it when you help him. Really makes him feel safe even in the face of danger.

He trusts you a lot and is really confident in your capacities, so if you ever doubt yourself he's there to keep your spirit up. You're like, the strongest and nicest and smartest and loveliest man he knows. He loves you and won't let you talk down to yourself. Will definitely make you apologize to yourself.

He loves when you hold his hands. It always takes him off guard and makes him feel grounded. Though, he moves a lot so either you follow him or he pulls you with him.

He likes to use pet names for you. Babe, baby, love, loml -yeah, the acronym-, boo, hot stuff, honey bunny, bae and more. Sometimes he says your name, but more often than not, it's a pet name. He doesn't have a favorite one for him, as long as it comes from the heart it'll have his attention and his affection.

He likes going on dates especially since sometimes it's tough to have you with your SHIELD duties so he likes to make up for the time lost.

Deke likes spending time with you and can be quite clingy on certain occasions. He just likes to hang out together and it's the best when he has to work with you for SHIELD. Despite the death threats from the hydra or aliens, he gets to spend all his time with his boyfriend.

He has a lot of energy and likes being outdoors, so there will rarely be dates at home but instead outside. Cafés, restaurants, concerts, really anywhere.

But dates at home from time to time are nice. They're cozy and sweet. He tries to cook, fails a bit, you help him and everything works out in the end.

He likes words of affirmation. Knowing you support him despite his mistakes really keeps him going. And it's nice to know he's doing a good job. He really likes when you say it in public, literally beaming at your words but he just melts in your hands when you praise him in private while kissing him.

He doesn't hesitate to do the same, telling you you're doing good all the time.

He also likes to give you stuff. Food, flowers, cool looking kids toys, stuff he created himself or stole from SHIELD. You don't mind the stealing from your workplace, you find it amusing.

You know about the lemons and often put one on his side of the bed just for fun. He knows it's you and find it endearing.

When he was stuck in 1982, Deke was really worried about you and missed you a lot, despite his numerous activities. So when you came back at the Lighthouse with Yo-Yo and May he jumped on you, quite literally, knowing you would catch him. He wasn't wrong, you did catch him.

Although it's been only a few minutes for you, you were glad to see he was doing okay.

He didn't expect you to stay with him in the 80s, he thought you'd go with the others and leave him. But just like him you've made up your mind and didn't want to leave him behind.

Deke doesn't know what to say. Thank you ? Why ? Are you crazy ? Cool ? No way ? He didn't think anyone would go as far as leaving all their friends and their time period to stay with him, of all people.

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In the future at the Lighthouse it was difficult to have complete privacy during sex. He'd often hear his neighbors at it or sometimes even see them. But now that he has tasted privacy, he doesn't see himself practicing public sex. Though very occasionally he can be into it.

You're not the first man Deke had sex with, but you're the first from the 21st century.

He definitely likes goofy sex. He likes to laugh and make you laugh, he can't help it. He wants all parts of you to enjoy it.

Restrain him. Deke likes to move his hands around, touching you all over, so restraining him will have him whine and beg to let him touch you.

He's not into choking, he's been choked enough times by deadly enemies he doesn't want to live that more than necessary.

Deke is a moaner. He moans, whines, groans, gasps, sighs. He wants you to know how good you make him feel. Plus he can't help it, it comes out naturally.

He doesn't really like being gagged. Although he's aware he talks a lot, sometimes too much, being gagged makes him panic a bit. He likes being able to talk and say things. Especially in case he needs to use the safe word.

If you want him to shut up, use your hands. Put your hand on top of his mouth, mid sentence, and he'll get the message.

He has a somewhat high sex drive but doesn't mind masturbating if yours doesn't match his.

Talking about masturbation ; he likes to watch you masturbate. He believes it's really hot, watching your hand work up and down on your hard dick, his eyes following the droplet of precum gliding down your tip slowly. He's drooling.

Or when you jerk each other off. It has him gasping for air. And it's a good way to make him stop talking.

He likes being manhandled. When you push him to the bed or grab him and hold him up while walking. Fuck, you're so strong. Does he weigh anything to you ? Nope.

Praise !! Praise him, tell him he's doing good and makes you feel good and he might go feral. Just hearing your sweet words whispered in his ears has him trembling in your hands.

Deke likes to mark you and likes to be marked, so hickeys are definitely a yes. It once again reminds people you're taken and are his and that he's yours as well.

[villainsposting]

Another Hazbin Hotel dream, another Alastor plot point my brain came up with.

So I had a dream that in Season 2 there was an episode where a bunch of Heaven higher-ups arrange a meeting with Hell higher-ups to discuss the future of the relations between the two realms. Some residents of the hotel, including Charlie and Alastor, are present as representatives of what got them into the current mess.

A woman with a very distinguished demeanor shows up and starts to speak. A few words in Alastor's brows furrow in confusion, then, he lights up. The hotel members look at him strangely, not used to him emoting like that.

Then the woman recognizes Alastor. Why, that's her beloved boy! Her sonny! She has heard a lot about him recently, like how it turned out he was a serial killer and continued to torment person after person in Hell, until the whole realm lived in fear of the Radio Demon.

She begins to chastise him in front of all the biggest guys of both Heaven and Hell. His smile just barely manages to hold onto his face under the verbal assault. As much as he expected his mother to be in Heaven, he did not expect her to become such a prominent figure, nor for her to have such a reaction to meeting him again, as deserved as it is. All that's left for him is to stand there awkwardly and take it. Everyone at the meeting table(s) hardly has the wits to stop the lady and implore her to get back on track with the topic of the meeting because they're way too engrossed in the visual of one of the most terrifying sinners of Hell feeling embarrassed in front of his mom.

Obviously I doubt something like this will actually happen in the show, but I did find the idea of Big Scary Serial Killer Alastor getting mom-ed in front of all his friends and enemies to be really damn funny, and now I kinda wish something like that does happen. I loved the sudden switch from "wait that's Alastor's mom?? And she's cool?? And they love each other??“ to "oh my god Alastor looks like every part of his face is trying to twitch off of him to escape the circumstances". There is just something really fun about an exceptionally awful person being put in a very common awkward situation.

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Devlog #15: Steam Next Fest and Recap

Hello everyone! Welcome to this month’s devlog!

If you just stumbled upon this, I am Adrienne, also known as insertdisc5! I’m the developer, writer, artist, main programmer, etc of the game. The game being In Stars and Time, a timeloop RPG, which is also the next and final game in the START AGAIN series, following START AGAIN: a prologue (available here!).  You can find out more about In Stars and Time here!!! 

LET’S GET TO IT. This month is a recap of all the fun things that happened this very busy month!!!

So many things happened this month!!! Let's go in order.

In Stars and Time was showcased at The Mix, a games showcase in LA! Or, well... That was the plan.

The Mix got canceled. Which sucks.

But!!! Thankfully, Jirard the Completionist acted immediately and streamed a bunch of the demos over on Twitch! You can watch my producer Dora and marketing coordinator Ariana present the game to Jirard over here (timestamp 04:07:06)! Thank you for playing so many demos Jirard!!!

After that, we showed a new small gameplay trailer during Future of Play! It includes two little scenes you may not have seen yet :3c As well as a little announcement!

Yes, you saw that right. In addition to PC and Nintendo Switch, In Stars and Time will also be coming to Playstation 4 and 5 at release!!! YAHOO!!!

And then. Steam Next Fest. Steam Next Fest is one of Steam's events where a bunch of devs can show off demos for their game! And ISAT was in it!!! Steam Next Fest is over, but did you know you can still play the ISAT demo? DID YOU KNOW?!? One week is not enough time to experience all the games Steam Next Fest has to offer, so we’ve decided to keep it online a bit longer! Go play it! Go!!!

We have gotten so many compliments and messages about how people loved the demo, and I couldn't be happier!!! I think I watched all the times people streamed the demo, and it was so fun to see people's reactions... It made my heart feel so warm... Thank you to everyone who played the demo, wishlisted the game, or said the game looked cool!!! (And yes I've been taking notes and I will change some stuff in the full release. I promise Sif won't say there's only one stool in a room when there's clearly three!!!!!)

As part of Steam Next Fest, I did a livestream of the demo for one hour!!! I got to play the demo, answer questions, and talk with a bunch of lovely fans <3 It was so fun, it made me want to stream more... One day, perhaps...

If you missed it, you can watch the recorded stream here!

And on the development side, the console ports and the localization are chugga-chugga-chuggin'! We are working hard to fix some little bugs and add some small QOL updates.

And, oh! Someone over on Tumblr asked me about how I did the battle AI in the demo, as well as attack patterns. Here's a little passage to wet your appetite:

You can read the whole thing over here!!!

And as a last little note, START AGAIN: a prologue, ISAT’s prototype, is on sale over on Steam and Itch.io! It’s not necessary to play to understand ISAT, but mayhaps… You’d like to play it anyway…?

That’s all I have to say for today! Let me know if you have any questions, or if there’s any aspect of the game development struggle you’d like me to talk about! See you next time!!!

AND DON’T FORGET TO WISHLIST THE GAME ON STEAM ALSO IT REALLY HELPS BECAUSE STEAM’S ALGORITHM IS MORE LIKELY TO SHOW OFF GAMES WITH A HIGH AMOUNT OF WISHLISTS THAT’S THE REASON WHY GAME DEVS ALWAYS ASK TO WISHLIST!!! OKAY BYE!!!!