#I started one… like a whole new account and everything and just… forgot about it haha… left it….

[foxgloveinspace]

I finally read A Prayer For The Crown-Shy these past couple days. It took me over a year to read the sequel to one of the best books I read last year, but hey. I’m leaving 2023 having read a really great book this way.

[hexhomos]

little random but i really appreciate your dissections and analysis of Mel mainly bc the fandom either adore her and won't admit she is a flawed character and get over defensive when you call her out, or straight up hate her and make her out to be completely evil.

Mel is written as morally grey for a reason and when ppl try to act like she was morally correct in everything she did, it goes against the whole plot. yes, she regrets most of her actions by the end of the series and is left to deal with her family's leagacy and the weight of her actions, but that doesn't undo anything she did. and her eventually starting to care about Jayce doesn't just cancel out that she manipulated him (you'd think this would be obvious)

what bothers me the most i think is meljay shippers who say Jayce mistreated her and that Mel only ever helped and care about him and aided him in rising to power politically, and how she was so understanding of Jayce's and Viktor's friendship. yes, encouraging methods of political corruption in order to gain more power is so caring and kind of her! ❤️

Mel might've told Jayce to go spend time with Viktor after finding out he was ill, but the one time in the show she interacted with Viktor was... prejudiced to say the least. she never directly spoke to or answered Viktor, and the expression on her face any time she looked over at Viktor was so clearly full of dislike. it shocks me ppl still believe Mel and Viktor could get along and respect one another, especially romantically. no way.

anyways, sorry for the rant. just tired of how many bad takes there are in this fandom and very fond of your account lol

you are right and you SHOULD say it re: that oft repeated argument about her "only wanting what's best for him" bothers me so much. Its just... weirdly patronizing and spousing pro-piltover nationalism every time i see it being brought up. "She's doing what anyone would do/what is best for the city!" IDK MAN I AM NOT ROCKING WITH THAT. Im not an ubercapitalist. I don't think any of that was the good option actually lol. Probably I hate piltover too much to humor these arguments but from day 1 we are shown this is a city of immense class inequality in which the elite few holds all the power and all the profit gains at the cost of everyone else's submission and humanity. (Not for nothing: these are also the classic old guard Noxian tenets of supremacy. That's how they do colonization.)

The interactions Mel has with Jayce for majority of the series, before she watches that bomb come in and has her rapid onset change of heart, are her talking about how investors want his work and how she can use his discovery to advance this city (which is already built on exploitation!) or instigating his rise to power as a new ringleader for the council's rigged mercantile operations, and this is just not good or heroic in any way to me. This isn't love either, it's industrial convenience. The fact that she's conflicted by the end doesn't cancel these actions out! Jayce realizes that he's been used in ways he strongly disagrees with and any the affection in that dynamic vanishes instantly. The time he spends in isolation replaying his mistakes in that cave has an emphasis on mel/heimerdinger's voice on the council too, all of his regrets with blindly following someone else's vision or disappointing an idol he held in high regards.

And Jayce DOES care about the state of the cities, or he did before the writers forgot: He's the one who pleads for Zaun's independence at the end of season 1! He's the one who spent all his life trying to work towards improving the lives of common people, giving them the miracles they've been denied!

Viktor is a fucking nobody. He is extremely worthless in the eyes of the piltovan upper crust, only kept around on the merits working with Jayce have afforded him; and they still don't care. They're probably hoping he dies quicker. We *SEE* him being singled out and alienated during that weapons discussion where Mel is pleading for Jayce to think about "protecting his people" (only piltovans, never, ever zaunites- protecting piltovans against the zaunite menace.) and Viktor is set off at that whole exchange because it doesn't matter how loud he screams, these people can just tune him off and pretend he doesn't exist anyway. It's what they're used to doing. It drives me insane!!!!! His indignation is extremely under-explored and very inline with his act1 speech of feeling like an undesirable presence in piltover and having to push through with the grit of his teeth. It's open faced classism and I still see people pretending it didn't happen. Fandom makes all of these characters FAR less interesting by defanging them. The heart is in the friction and in the ugliness of them fucking up because they have very, very different conceptions of "utopia" - and some of those utopias require the death of the other characters present.

A lot of the Arcane character arcs have to do with realizing the above, and weighing if the sacrifice is worth the risk. Sometimes it turns out their utopias were shit.

[homunculus-argument]

My usual problem of "and then some other shit happens" is that they keep piling up on top of each other. This morning, I was just about to start work when

mail comes in. I've received a letter from the tax office.

I open the letter and get a Fuck No Way That's Right kinda bill.

time to hit up my accountant and ask what the fuck do I do now

realise that I haven't delivered my accounting stuff for like four months either, gotta apologise to her about that too

e-mail doesn't go through, double-check the address, re-type my whole apology and explanation again

four consecutive e-mails do not go through

fuck I gotta call them, where's my phone

just as I was about to make a phone call, I receive a phone call

forgot I had a phone appointment with my doctor, turns out I do not have a natural physical resistance to poison damage, and my medication resistance is something else.

confident in my ability to execute two unrelated tasks at once, I take a sip of my tea while on the phone. Naturally I fuck it up and pour the lukewarm tea on my lap instead.

figuring that since I'm unhurt and only poured enough to soak my clothes, not my chair, I'll just sit with the wet tea on my lap until the phonecall is over, and hang them to dry on the balcony later.

phonecall done, I remove my clothes and go hang them up to dry.

spot my little ficus tree cutting on the balcony, decide to water it since it's so hot and I don't want the thing to die.

coming back inside after leaving my clothes on the balcony, my boyfriend sees me undressed and wants affection.

he also wants to show me a video that he came upon.

make myself more tea

coming back to my computer, remember the phonecall I was supposed to make.

call the accounting people and tell them I can't e-mail the person I worked with, and get informed that the person I had been working with quit unexpectedly, and the one currently running the whole business on her own will look into my shit once she's personally out of the hospital. She meant to call me earlier about What The Fuck I'm Doing but unfortunately hospital.

promise her to deliver my accounting things today since it's the least I can do to not make her day any worse than it already is.

save through my paypal activities, log onto my online bank, check my account and do some math to confirm that I should more or less be alright until my next payday. Move some more money to my bank card account for groceries, and log out.

remember that the reason why I logged into my bank in the first place was the accounting, and log back in to get that data.

send my records to my new current accountant with apologies for not doing that for four months despite of being supposed to do it monthly.

finally done with that, satisfied of actually Getting Things Done, I suddenly realise I've spent the past three hours on random sidequests, haven't even touched whatever it was that I was planning to do today, and top of that I've completely forgotten what it was that I meant to do.

waste another half an hour writing a meticulous account of how I spent my morning doing everything else than what I meant to.

[friendlynaborhooddisapointment]

trying to write a oneshot where billy gets a phone (his neighbour in the condemned building he squats in gives it to him after she gets a new one) and then ends up starting a tictok account as Captain Marvel. he starts it cuz a tictok abt him got viral so he makes one to repy to it but then gets attached to the app a little (cuz he's like 12) and just continues to make them.

but suddenly i forgot about all tictok trends i could have him do . the only ones i remember are the "pass the phone to someone who" (gonna have him pass it to batman and then batman shits on him for filming a tictok in the watchtower) and the smash or pass cake. WHAT OTHER TRENDS CAN I HAVE THIS GUY DOOOO PLEASEEEEE.

things i want him to do with this acc:

when he sees ppl in shitty situations (abusive), he comments on them being like want me to beat them up for you? (? something along those lines)

dueting dance tictoks and failing really badly

making a video abt all the stray animals he visits (damian becomes an avid follower and fan after this one) and it becomes a series

an info dumb video about tigers

suspiciously helpful life hack videos that are sometimes borderline illegal

maybe a video where he goes around and interviews homeless people with stuff like hey whats ur favorite food? and supper mundane questions- want this to lead to a whole bunch of videos of Cap picking fights with people on the internet over the dignity and rights of homeless people

has a series of 'rate this parking lot' type videos but of different roof tops

Superman pissed him off so he starts a collection of interrupting and finishing Superman's fights for him (oh sorry was this your fight? rip ig u dont have to worry abt him now, see you later!) what did superman do? bro idk ill figure it out

a video taking abt the best websites to download music from for his mp3 player since a comment asks abt it when it shows up in a video (it becomes v obvious that he is broke as fuck in this video and thats all the comments focus on)

billy dueting with fanart and fan edits freaking out being like wow these r so cool!!! (he ignores all the gooner stuff eyes close do not see)

doing tictok dances with some of the homeless of facwet

ends up making a video on resources in facwet for homeless people (since some people ask for it) but they are all kinda unofficial or just survival tips, and also him dunking on some of the official ones that are kinda shady (weirdly personal advice for someone who is probably not homeless? is the vibe)

makes a video complaining abt how because of how popular it has become to pay with everything by card most people dont carry around change anymore, and because of that homeless people get a lot less money then they used too

videos where random citizens call out to him and ask questions or ask him to do random stuff (most of them start off with him about to do a video on something else then derails)

some of the JL ask to do join him on some of the tictoks so a few collabs wth them.

'how many times can i film batman without him noticing me' it gets to 2 because batman was to busy to tell him to stop both times. it ends with batman lecturing him on filming in the tower again

thats all i got for him to do. idk if i will actually write this so feel free to steal it to make your own fanfic (actually please do i hate writing). but i think it would be funny for this perceived adult to make half brainrot type content that feels weirdly natural. also the weird little hints he accidentally leaves abt his civilian life that is very concerning to everyone. no one can tell if he's a million years old or born yesterday lol.

also Captain Marvel and Superman beef pre identity reveal means everything to me. ALSO THE CAPTAIN CHILLING WITH THE HOMELESS AND BEING ACAB MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME and thats like half the reason why i want this to exist.

[ilrrbghjovehp]

Deserve Me

Fred Weasley x Slytherin Reader

Summary : You and Fred broke up after a very long time and you wanted to rekindle things

CW: SMUT 18+, head giving /receiving

A/N : I was listening to Deserve Me by Kali Uchis and Summer Walker and I knew I had this account so I thought why not. Also I changed some stuff thats normally in the original Harry Potter you'll see.

(draft) NOT PROOFREAD SORRY!!

The beginning of the year was already at the best start you had everything, after years of working to get to the top you where finally cheer caption. That morning you held cheer tryouts but of course after you just forgot about him Fred Weasley and the Gryffindor quidditch team just came out to practice you glared as they all came walking out bags in hand. You stretched out hand on knees your ass facing them you can feel Fred staring at you. ……

" I mean I don’t care if he was staring, half the guys at this school been staring and he is the least of my worries" y/n said to her best friend as you both walked into the great halls for the sorting assembly with your dark green and silver uniform with your hair and your makeup done you went to go sit down as the headmaster welcomed new comers sorting them into their houses and announcing the announcements " And finally let the feast begin!" Food appeared infront of you as all the food glistened a magical feast served upon you . you looked up and saw fred staring at you his chin resting on on his hand his pinkie gracing over his lip staring you dead in the eye you looked him up and down and glared at him but that only seemed to appetize him more you continued talking to your friend "Ugh I am so tired of him he’s such a stuck up douche But I think I just might fuck him one last time to be sure " y/n said leaning on her hand side glancing at him. "Then go up to him" y/n's best friend said. Y/n got up and walked over to the Gryffindor table " Move" you said as you moved first years sitting infront Fred " hi" he said as he smirked at you " You really cant stop staring you know that right ?" Y/N said as she carresed freds hand that was laying in the table " I need help unpacking maybe you can " Y/N said as she raised an eyebrow “help me “ Fred grabbed her hand lightly “can’t we just go now”, You laughed “yeah right , and let everyone know we’re doing this after” you winked at him leaving him and going back to your table . As you sat down Fred still staring you pointed at him to eat his food pointing out that he’s making it obvious “sooo, what’s going on” said your best friend, “he’s helping me unpack” you replied , “right unpack, sure” just tell me how it goes after” she said dog he as dumbledore announced dinner was over “okayy , I will” you responded. As you where walking to your dorm you were pulled into a doorway by your arm, immediately you were met by soft lips touching yours as you both finished kissing Fred whispered “ I missed you”, “yeah? How much” you teased “all of you” he responded as he skimmed his finger down your stomach inching away from your Vigina , you grabbed his hand leading you to your dorm

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Walking into your dorm you quickly locked the door behind you , then right into Fred’s arms kissing him pushing him back till he sat down on the bed Your hands skinned up his shirt pulling it off. He took off your shirt as he felt your beautiful body admiring it in awe , you unclasped your bra as it fell down you slowly adjusted yourself now sitting on top of Fred feeling him rise as he stared at you. He began dry humping you slowly hands and arms back as he thrusted lightly staring at you the whole time “god, your gorgeous I can finish just looking at you” , “mhm, then do it” you responded . He grabbed you flipping you over so your now laying on your back “I’d rather have you do it first” he said as he started unzipping your skirt he took it off then skimmed over your under just like magic you felt his warm mouth on your clit as you felt his tounge moving up and down , side to side exactly where it felt good. You let out a moan as he continued pleasuring you. He copied you so you felt the vibrations please you perfectly he then took his fingers and inserted them in you curling them at the perfect moment while his you he still pleasured you , you felt the rush about to leave “I’m going to..” you moaned as he continued to pleasure you finally finished but Fred still kept going finally getting up after all has been released you looked up at him as he looked down on you . You continued to unbuckle his belt as he stood over you he mounted slightly as you took out his hard dick from his pants as you took it out it bounced on his abdomen you trapped it as you looked up to him putting it in your mouth teasingly bobbing your head up and down will still maintaining eye contact he moaned lightly looking down at you finally putting his hand on your head following your moments you continued faster feeling Fred almost reach his climax he moans-getting higher and higher until he finally finished in your mouth you looked up at him making eye contact as your swallowed “woah” he managed to breath out “alright time to go” you chucked getting up gathering Fred’s shirt that was in the floor “that’s it” he asked “if you want more just play with yourself baby” you said as you lead him to the door “see you next time Fred” you said as you winked at him.

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong "Thanos" - Numero uno.

Warning : alcohol

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “I thought of a reader who's like Thanos number 1 supporter, sharing the same energy as Thanos and supporting his plans and yada yada” - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

A/N : bold is in English

You met him years ago on YouTube. He didn’t even have a stage name yet and had freshly abandoned school.

He had a channel where he posted his rap, his face never showing on camera. The audio and video quality was shit, having barely a hundred views and a couple of unanswered comments.

He had kinda given up on it -his channel, not his dream-, and wanted to make a fresh start with a new YouTube channel, looking clearer and more professional. His dream was serious, his platforms, as small as they were, should look serious as well.

He logged back into his account, seeing a couple notifications, someone had subscribed and liked all his videos, leaving a comment under one of them. You.

You had written about how much you loved these, finding them so cool, praising his work and creativity. Although it was months old, that boosted his ego so much. Finally someone was seeing his potential.

Without thinking, he answered your comment with his phone number, wanting to have a proper chat. It’s not like the whole world would see it and call him anyway.

He then forgot about it until a week later when he received a message.

[unknown]> “Hello ?”

[unknown]> “Did you really give your number to a total stranger ? Survival skills : zero. Ahahah”

He scoffed when he looked at his phone. Who the fuck was it and how dare they speak to him like that ? His survival skills are actually great.

He dialed the number immediately, ready to curse you out.

“Who are you ?” He asked as soon as you picked up.

“I’m-” You chuckled. “I’m [Name], you uh, gave me your number a few days ago… Under your video. On YouTube.”

He did ? Oh, right !

“Ah, you’re that fan !”

“Fan ? Mh…” You thought for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, guess I’m a fan.” You said with a light chuckle.

“Then why the fuck did you speak to me like that ? Huh ?”

“Mh ?”

“You message. Saying I have zero survival skills !” He explained as he heard you laugh loudly. “Is that how you speak to someone you’re a fan of ?!”

“Sorry, sorry ~” You said, though he could hear your smile in your voice. “But uh, why did you give me your number ?”

He stayed silent for a few seconds.

“Wanted to talk.”

You chuckled.

“Okay, then what’s your name ? I’m not calling you by your YouTube name. Bunch of random letters and numbers, what kind of name-”

“The great Subong.” He replied proudly.

“…Subong ? Got it.”

“No, you forgot ‘the great’ !”

“No. I willingly ignored it. I like your music but I’m not gonna worship you. You crazy ?” You said with a laugh.

He sighed. What was the point of giving you his number then ?

“Are you upset ?” You asked, still smiling.

“You’re such a shitty fan, ah…”

You laughed once more.

“Aw. You reap what you sow or whatever. Anyway, do you have more music planned ?”

Straight to the point. He hummed.

“Yeah. I actually want to delete this channel to make a new one. I want it to look cool.”

“You're gonna delete it ? Let me just download your videos so I can listen to them again later.”

“Okay…”

You wanted to listen to them again ? Woah, did he really find himself his first fan ?

But then you hung up, making him stare at his phone in confusion. Why did you… whatever.

Then a couple of minutes later he received a message.

[Name]> “Sorry I panicked in my hurry and hung up. Music downloaded. Send me the link to your new channel ? Please ?”

[Great Subong]> “I haven’t made it yet. Still need to delete the old one. I’ll text you when it’s done.”

[Name]> “<3”

Once it was done he sent you the link to his brand new channel. New name, new profile picture, new everything. He even posted a new song where his face was showing. You gladly listened to it, downloading it as well in case he wanted to delete everything again.

You two eventually met each other after talking for some time by phone. You were both so hyped and excited. Him because he was meeting his first fan, and you because you were meeting a rapper you found awesome musically.

Not that you didn’t find his personality great as well, but you saw yourself more as a fan than as a friend.

This quickly changed. You were still a fan, but also a friend.

Hanging out together to eat or drink, going clubbing to either dance or flirt. You quickly found yourselves doing almost everything together. You even helped him make music though he rarely listened to your ideas, his diverging from yours all the time.

Years passed and his channel kept changing names as he gained more and more followers, gaining himself a little fanbase until Thanos became his official stage name.

His fanbase grew exponentially when he went on TV for a rap battle tournament called “Rap Battlegrounds”.

As you had thought, Thanos had deleted his oldest videos, finding them embarrassing to his brand. But you liked them, keeping them safe on your computer and phone, no matter how many times you changed your devices over the years.

He knew you had them, and though he kept telling you to delete them, he couldn’t help but feel a bit warm to know you still loved them just as much as when you first listened to them, always supporting him.

Even as he lost the rap battle, earning second place, and that his fanbase stopped growing as fast as when the first episodes aired, some fans stayed. Some had left, sure, but he still had definitely more fans than when he started years ago.

Which allowed him to make a few concerts here and there. Mainly to do the opening acts, but that still allowed him to win some people over.

He is not picky about who he’s doing the opening act of. Even if the music is shit. If it is, he’ll just take you where the drinks are after doing his job and drink his ass off with you.

If the music is cool, you’ll just jump and sing together, enjoying yourselves simply. You’ll still end up with a drink in your hands.

He’s often working on new music, not wanting to be forgotten yet, instead of teasing his comeback intensely, he’ll just post a picture with a countdown.

You’re the one who ends up posting what he sends you.

Because he loves teasing you with what he’s working on, even before anything is finished. Bits of lyrics written on paper, tapping a beat on a table, 1 second of a song he’s currently working on.

You quickly spam his phone for more info. Is it a single ? An EP ? A full album ? Will there be a feat ?

He barely responds to it, cackling before his screen as he leaves you on read.

So you end up acting like his social media manager, posting things for him, rewording some of his captions to delete the typos and make things more interesting for the fans.

You’re really into his music and made the mistake of drunkenly confessing that he was your favorite artist.

Big mistake. He’s insufferable now.

He wants to hear any commentary you have on what he makes. And not just “nice, love it 👍” but full on conversation about the adlibs, beat, melody, concept, bars and so on.

Speaking of adlibs, he definitely asked you to send him certain voice messages to use them for his songs. Or sometimes using full on conversations as an intro.

Although he loves the reaction of his fans when he posts new music, blowing up his phone on several platforms, what he prefers is yours. Mainly because he gets to see it live.

You’re grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him before the video starts, tapping your feet on the floor excitedly as you hit ‘play’. And you have the biggest smile on your face as the song plays.

You can’t stop hitting ‘pause’ to look at him and you have what looks like a maniacal smile, too excited and happy to just let the music play entirely, especially if it’s a music video. Oh, he’s absolutely beaming, he’s all for it, rubbing your back to help you calm down.

It used to annoy him, just let the damn thing play ! But now he’s loving it, he knows what parts you love the most with how quick you hit ‘pause’.

You have to stand up to keep watching because you have so much energy you can’t sit still.

Talking about music videos, you definitely helped him shoot a few shots.

To not spoil you you had to film him with noise cancelling headphones on. Which you found quite funny because you could see his lips move, hands flying in the air, trying to look intimidating, so serious, but you had no idea what he was rapping about. You try to guess the vibe with how much he moves.

But the silence was so loud in your ears that sometimes you end up laughing, shaking the camera, forcing you two to reshoot the scenes.

You also try to read his lips, but it’s always useless because you never find out what he’s saying.

But you swear you’re getting better. You aren’t.

[simpingforheros]

Bring Me To Life

Pairing: Arkham Knight!Jason Todd x Female! Reader

Summary: Destroy the Batman and get his companion back? Jason almost didn't believe Slade until... Warnings: Usage of female pronouns, Nudity (NO smut), Swearing, Character Death, Angst, Resurrection, Infantization ( I didn't know how to better describe this), Unhealthy relationship dynamics, Kinda Dark/Obsessive! Jason, Mentions Electroshock therapy, Implied Brainwashing, Slade being a creep, Mentions of Drug Abuse, Mentions of Child Neglect, Mentions of Child Homelessness and unsafe situations, SPOILERS for Death in the Family (Comic 1988) and Arkham Knight.

Author's Note: Hiya Everyone, This is the first fanfic I've written in a while and the christianing fic for this account. I may start a casual little series with this, but I don't know yet. Also any comic and game inaccuracies are either because I forgot or I adjusted it to fit the story.

Also while this post is mostly safe for work, MINORS DNF AND PLEASE READ WARNINGS. I DO NOT AUTHORIZE ANYONE TO STEAL MY WORK OR REPOST IT ON OTHER SITES.

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It was supposed to be him...

Those dark nights he had spent alone on the streets as a child didn't seem so bad looking back on it. Jason understood struggle even when he had lived with his parents who spent grocery money on alcohol and drugs. Living on the streets didn't feel so much worse, especially since he had... "Jason, Mr. Accetta gave me some scraps from dinner rush today! There's even a whole pizza in here!"

Her. His one friend had since he was thrown into this harsh world. She was the only person he knew at the time to never stop smiling or finding a positive outlook on things. He couldn't even remember when they met, but he could hardly remember them being apart.

Whether he was stealing or fighting, she was there as a faithful lookout or a willing accomplice. She taught him how to take tires off of cars like her granddad taught her and he taught her how to throw a punch like his dad used to throw. An unstoppable duo who ran the alley as well as two 11-year-olds could.

The harsh winter nights they spent crowding together were his favorite memories from that time. Even with the bite of Gotham's winds at their toes, his partner would never falter to talk about anything and everything as he listened. She would talk about her dead grandparents a lot and all the stories she had with them before they passed away, but his mind couldn't recall them at all. He just remembers the constant dream that she told him every night.

"One day, Jay, I'm gonna have enough money and get an apartment in Old Gotham..." Jason's nose turns up as he listens to his friend as he bites on his food. "Why Old Gotham? Isn't it just falling apart?"

She giggles as she pulls the oversized coat closer to her shivering body. The jacket was from a relative but the fabric lost those memories as its fibers were now bones. She still had it even after she left the streets...

"Because it's the most beautiful place in the world...I will get an apartment someday and you and I will live there. We can even get like a cat or something."

The familiar burn on Jason's face blooms as he asks, "Why would you want me there?"

"Because it wouldn't be my dream home unless you're there with me."

He wouldn't find out until a few years later that her grandparents used to live in Old Gotham until her grandfather died and her grandmother had to move as she would unknowingly follow her husband not even a year later...

Those nights in the streets melted into nights spent in the warmth of Wayne manor. As the two thieves became kings after a faithful night with the Batmobile, Jason was brought into the world of crime fighting along with his closest friend. As they trained and donned their capes, She would show a new side of herself to Jason. The overly happy young girl from the streets became an anxious teenager as he became angerier.

"Jason..." Her voice woke him up in the darkest of nights. His body ached from the nightly fights from the previous day as he turned to see a familiar sight.

A now 14-year-old Y/N standing in the crack of the door. Her fidgeting figure indicated all he needed to know before he raised his blanket as she scurried to get in the bed. This was a ritual that started when they moved in. Both would grow anxious at night as they went from the open streets to a large, confining manor. Alfred almost had given up on trying to scold the teens as they were found sharing a bed more times than being separated.

As she curled into his side as much as she could without hurting him, he could practically hear her mind tinkering as her E/C eyes stared into his chest.

There wasn't the need to discuss what was on her mind. At least not right now. She was concerned about the growing tension between Bruce and Jason. He was becoming reckless and Bruce was having none of it with her often getting dragged into the middle of the fights.

He hated that he never tried more...

It shouldn't have surprised him when all the conflict had finally caused a break in the family. Especially when Jason began looking for his birth mother. Y/N tried to be supportive of him as he investigated his leads. Those leads eventually led to Jason reuniting with Bruce as he investigated a possible arms trade in Lebanon. The reconciliation and the prospect of finding his mother left him blind to any form of common sense, but what kind of common sense could a fifteen-year-old make in the life they lived?

He should have listened to her concerns when they finally found Sheila Haywood, his real mother. Y/N had a bad feeling from the start but he dismissed her worries. Jason had no clue that the night he was supposed to meet with Sheila was gonna end up being one of the worst nights of his life....

"Jason, maybe you should wait for Bruce to be here so he can come with you." She suggested softly.

His eyes roll as he adjusts his costume. "Because it's none of his business. I'm just meeting with my mom and talking out some stuff..."

He didn't tell her about the blackmailing he witnessed earlier that day between his mother and the Joker. But, he would find out later that she already knew about it through Bruce.

Her hand reaches for his shoulder and pulls him around to face her. "I'm serious. You shouldn't meet with a woman you barely know in some fucking warehouse in the middle of nowhere!"

Jason can remember the hurt he felt when he heard her snap at him, Oh, how angry he got with her when all she wanted was to protect him. He remembers yelling at her the worst thing he thought he could say to her.

Why the fuck did he ever say that to her?

"I'm sorry your parents didn't want anything to fucking do with you, but I'm not gonna let your bitter ass ruin my shot to be with mine."

He remembers the hurt that filled her eyes and the string of regret pooling in his gut. With a fake smile on her face and tears pooling in her eyes, Y/N says softly,

"Okay...I'm sorry," The sharp sting in his neck as she pressed the vial of sedatives Bruce gave her into his veins. "I'm sorry to do this, Jason, but Bruce said you wouldn't go down that easily."

Jason couldn't remember what he said after the spark of betrayal hit him, but he hated himself that the last time he saw those eyes they were clouded with the tears he caused....

"Y/N! Please talk to me!" Jason begs into the coms as he rod on the back of the motorbike with Bruce.

He should have known. Her instincts are never wrong and he doubted her.

When Bruce found him unconscious and told him about how Joker was involved in all of this, Jason should have known that it was all a trap. His mother wasn't a poor blackmailed soul, she was a conniving bitch who profitted.

He also should have known that Y/N was gonna go meet with Sheila instead of him. Where the Joker was waiting for her.

"Y/N, please. Please be okay...." He begged to the coms as he can only think about what he said to her the last time they spoke.

"J...Jason...."

"Y/N!" Relief washed over him like a wave as he heard her voice. Her broken pained moaned of his voice made him sick as he tried to at least rationalized that at least she was alive. "Don't worry, honey. We know where you are and we're coming to help you."

He didn't know that she was laying battered and broken against the locked door as she stared at the bomb that was ticking away on the wall. Her labored breaths blocked out the ticking on the comms as she whispers out.

00:12

"Do you remember the apartment?..."

"What apartment? The one you talked about in the alley? Why are you-?"

She interupts him, he can hear the familiar curl of her smile in her pained voice as she whispered,

"I wanted it to have a window facing the east end...the stars always looked pretty over there..."

00:10

"Y/N, what are you-"

"I wanted one of those Tabby-looking cats like the ones we saw in the alleyway outside of Mr. Accetta's restaurant...Name it Frank after that old Italian fucker...I was hoping we could go back and actually buy dinner in that restaurant someday..."

00:08

"Are you okay? Why are you talking like this? We are almost there. I can see the building! We are almost here. I'M COMING TO SAVE YOU."

Jason's desperation was palpable as he heard his beloved talk like she was on her deathbed. His panic causes Bruce to drive faster as the Batcycle inches closer to the warehouse. "Jason"

00:04

"Jason, I love you...I have since I was 13..." She admits as her voice trembles. "I used to dream we would become the family we always wanted with each other...Thank you for being in my life and I'm sorry I let you down..."

00:03

"Y/N, I -"

00:02

"Wait!"

00:01

"Goodbye, Jason..."

.

.

.

It should have been him who died that night... It was supposed to be him. NOT HER.

Jason blamed himself for her death as soon as he helped pull her broken corpse out of the rubble. He tried to convince himself that it wasn't her. This wasn't his Batgirl. Not his best friend who would run around the manor with him or help him pickpocket pedo freaks on the street. This broken little girl that was in his adoptive father's arms wasn't his first love. She was a bright, kind light who protected her loved ones, not this broken shell who wore her skin...

But, it was her...

He blamed Bruce for it too. He was the one gave her the orders to keep Jason away from the warehouse. He had to have known that she was gonna go instead. Bruce should have known she was because she wanted to be wrong about Sheila so Jason could be happy...

He also blamed the Joker. He wanted that Clown dead... His opportunity presents itself after he tracks Joker down to an abandoned wing of Arkham trying to flee from blowing up a children's hospital.

Blinded by his rage and bloodlust, Jason went in alone and without any communication. Y/N would scold him in her grave as he fell for the trap, sealing him in a cycle of hell for a year.

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"What if I could?"

"Do what?"

"Bring her back. Would you be willing to work for Crane if I could bring back the little Batgirl?"

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He knew it was bullshit.

Bringing back someone from the dead was impossible.

Jason would have been satisfied if his pseudo-partner/ prisoner, Deathstroke, just told him that he would be able to kill the Batman and wipe the hell hole that is Gotham off the face of the earth. He already dedicated a full year after his escape from Arkham to building his army.

His only regret during this time was not killing Joker himself. Even after all the torture and pain that clown did to him, he regretted not bashing the Joker's skull in after their last encounter as Slade helped him escape. It wouldn't have mattered to him at the time that Slade would have killed him because it wouldn't have been revenge for his own torture.

it would have been for Y/N. For the hell she faced that night. After a few months in Arkham, Jason almost accepted his torture as punishment for not dying that day for her because he experienced everything she felt. Every day he experienced everything she had to feel those short agonizing hours for an entire year. She must have been so scared and Jason couldn't save her.

The only thing that kept him from giving up was the memories he had of her and the burning hatred for those who caused her light to be snuffed out too soon.

He just wanted to feel that warmth again...

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"If you can do that, then I'll burn the whole world to the ground for that fucking lunatic."

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"Please Jason. Let us help you!" Barbara Gordan begged from her cell as Jason snaps at her.

"THERE IS NO HELPING! I CAN FIX IT!"

Jason was manic. His men were being tugged around like dog toys by Batman and Slade had left him hours ago to attend some matter he didn't care to ask about. His time was running thin and he knows he needs to end this soon. It didn't help that those he didn't want involved are here as well like Barbara.

"Sir..." A militia soldier says as he nervously walks into the room. HIs men were already aware how stupid it was to come near him when he's in a crazed anger. Jason's head whipped at him like a feral man as he grits out.

"What is it?"

"Deathstroke is here...and he uh..."

Impatience reaches a boiling point as Jason raises his gun and shoots the militia solider in the head as Barbara shrieks. The red puddle of death fills the sterile room with lead as Deathstroke walts in. Jason turns his back towards him as places his helmet back into place.

"My, what a mess you made." Deathstroke mockingly scolds. The hidden smirk almost causes Jason to snap again.

"Where have you been? Batman is out there taking down my tanks faster than my men can repair them. You told m-!"

The Arkham Knight's monologue was intruppted as he turns to scold Slade by his heart dropping to his stomach at the sight before him. He swore that if he didn't hear Barbara's gasp and the whisper of fate's name, he would have woken up back in that dreaded wing of Arkham Asylum.

Slade chuckles as he rattles the chain in his hand as he says coyly, "What? Am I not allowed to go fetch your payment?"

Standing behind Deathstroke was a naked woman. Her tangled up (H/C) hair ran down her shoulders as her wide innocent eyes shined through the now white tendrils framing her face. Her body seemed more mature but all muscle mass she had was faded. Her face seemed aged but he recognized the curve of her nose and those lips he imagined smiling at him through his darkest moments.

"Y/N?" He helplessly calls out to her as he feels himself pulled towards her like a magnet.

If it wasn't for the stark white streak and gnarly, painful-looking scars on her body, Jason would have thought this was Scarecrow's fear toxin. It couldn't be possible, right? She was dead. He knew she was because he held her body. He felt how cold she was and watched how her lifeless eyes looked up to the ash ridden sky.

Those eyes now looked at him with no familiarity, but a childlike wonder as she naively smiles at him.

"How?" Was all the Arkham Knight could muster as he reaches to grab her. To pull her into his arms and never let her leave.

Deathstroke grabs the collar that was wrapped around her neck and yanks her back behind him as she chokes on her breath. He chuckles as he looks back into Jason's voiceless mask.

"The Lazarus Pit brought back her body." He explains as he hauntingly twirls the chain in his hand. "Of course, after you agreed to work with Crane, I brought her back immediately. Unfortunately, the poor thing suffered from Pit Madness."

A cruel smirk appears on Deathstrokes lips as he pushes the girl's hair back to reveal circular scars on her temples. Jason felt rage bubbling up in his throat as he recognized what those scars were.

Prolonged Electroshock Therapy

"You sick!" Before Jason could throw a punch, Slade places his gun on Y/N's forehead as he chuckles. The woman didn't even sense the danger as she continued to observe everyone with a curious eye. Jason immediately backs off as Slade continues.

"Of course. Her treatment did cause her to be cured of the madness but at the cost of her memories. She barely remembers how to take care of herself so you make it like that. Especially when you want to fuck her."

Jason was thankful for his mask as he would have killed him from his glare. To imply that she was just a potential fucktoy made him itch to bury this man in the deepest bowels of hell. As he quietly glares at him, Slade finally offers him the chain. The Arkham Knight accepts the chain as the assassin warns him,

"Now since you got your payment. You better keep your end of the deal..." His voice becomes threatening as he says.

"Because I can easily kill her just as I brought her back.'"

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AN: I was gonna write more, but I got exhausted so this is all I got. Let me know if it's a vibe or not.

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@simpingforheros fanfic. I DO NOT AUTHORIZE THE COPYING, STEALING, OR REPOSTING OF MY WORKS ON OTHER WEBSITES WITHOUT CREDIT.

[luvserie]

Hey pookie 😋 I was wondering if you could write SKZ reacting to the reader being indecisive about what to wear to a party? 😝 THANK YOU

hihiii 😁

Ofc lovely 💖 I only did hyung line because I got lazy(EDIT: Y'all I am so sorry I haven't been posting...like at all. I lowkey forgot abt this account but here's a new piece! I tried my best to portray a panic attack in Lee Know's, but I'm always open to feedback and suggestions! 🥰)

WARNINGS: AFAB! Reader, a lil bit of angsty and fluffy content. Swearing too! Also, I made the reader taller than Changbin(by like 2in) cuz...I like tall women 💕☂️🦋 In Hyunjin's y'all have a kid, so...yeah. Reader talks abt pregnancy time.

SKZ Reactions: Reader Doesn’t Know What to Wear

Bang Chan

Chan sighed as you walked out of the closet, looked in the mirror, wrinkled your nose and went back in to find yet another dress. “Angel, you look lovely. And we’re thirty minutes late.” Chan said through the closet door. You came out in another outfit, this one baby blue. Chan was sure he’d know the whole rainbow by the time you guys exited the house. “What do you think?” You asked. “Amazing, now come on.” Chan gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the room, but you pulled back. “You didn’t even look!” You say accusingly. “I’m changing.” Chan grabs your wrist again before you can slither back to the mess he knows you’ve made in your closet. “Angel, Princess, love of my life.” He squishes your face in his hands. “You. Are. Lovely. And you look great in whatever you wear. So why is it so hard for you to choose between the same six options?” You hesitate, but Chan’s tilted head and sugar-sweet voice melt your resolve like butter on a very hot pan. “I don’t know. I think I actually liked the first one I tried on.” “Good. So you’re gonna go in that closet and come out in that gorgeous red dress. I’m gonna tell your friends we aren’t coming and we’re just gonna order takeout.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“That sounds nice.”

Lee Know

Dinner was ready, the candles were lit, the table was set. All that was left was, well, you.

You felt awful. Your boyfriend had planned the sweetest day trip for you two to celebrate your guys’ anniversary followed by a home cooked meal, and your anxiety was fucking with it all. “Jagiya? You okay in there?” Minho’s voice came through the door. “Fuck.” You cursed under your breath before responding to your boyfriend. “Uh, yeah! I’m fine, Min!” You mentally facepalmed. You heard Minho wait a few seconds outside the door, before the shuffle of his feet told you that he’d gone back to the living room area. “Shit shit shit SHIT SHIT!” You dropped to your knees, frantically digging through the piles of clothes you had brought out for something, anything good enough to wear. As the piles in front of you got smaller and the piles of rejected clothes behind you got bigger, tears started to fall down you cheeks, ruining the makeup you had spent an excruciating hour on. You frantically swiped at your face, tear-blurred vision making everything just blobs of color. Your mind was going a mile a minute and you couldn’t keep up, you couldn’t stop, you couldn’t breathe-

“Aaaaaand that’s when we pause what we’re doing.” You hear Minho’s voice somewhere far away. You feel his strong but gentle grip dragging you away from your closet. You feel his presence as he wraps his arms around you. None of it is enough to ground you. “None of it looks pretty on me…I’m not pretty.” You murmur into his chest, trying to hide from the thoughts that were slowly getting louder. “Wha-where did you get that ridiculous idea from?” Minho pulled you in closer, running his fingers through your hair. “You are a fucking wonder to look at.” “You have to say that, you’re my boyfriend.” You shake your head. "Baby, you know as well as I do that if you looked like shit, I'd tell you."

"Not like that's possible, of course."

Changbin

"Baby! We're leaving in two minutes!" Changbin shouted from the door, shoes already half on. "Sweetheart, do you like me in blue or silver?" You came down, wearing an oversized t-shirt that was most likely from your boyfriend's closet. In your hands were two mini-dresses, one silver with ruffles on the bottom and the other royal blue with a halter neck. Both were still on the hangers, perfectly showing off what they each had to offer. "I love you, period." Changbin smiled, finally tugging his shoe on. "But the blue looks absolutely stunning on you." "That's what I thought too, but the ruffles on the silver accentuate my legs." You look down at your bare bottom half. "I love my legs." "I love your legs too, baby." Changbin walked up to you, kissing your cheek. "But. I also love your shoulders, and the blue dress shows them off so well!" You hesitate a moment, looking at your boyfriend, then the dresses. "But what about my ruffles?" You pout. "Okay, here's what I think is happening. You want me to say silver, but I'm not getting the hint." Changbin grabs his phone and keys. "You're also asking for my opinion like you can't decide, but if you're fighting for the silver, I think the choice is obvious." "Silver it is?" You ask.

"Silver it is."

Hyunjin

The closet loomed, filled with piles of clothes. You stared at it, defeated. Little Eunseo, gurgling happily in her bouncer, was oblivious to the chaos wreaking havoc on the room. Today was Eunseo's first official family photoshoot. A memory to be captured, and you were about a millimeter away from throwing on pajamas and calling the whole thing off. "Ugh," you groaned, running a hand through your hair. "Everything feels too frumpy or too… bleh." Hyunjin leaned against the doorway, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Hey, what's wrong? You okay?" "Okay? I'm not okay!" You threw your hands up. "We're going to have these pictures forever! I can't decide what to wear. Do I go with effortless vibes? Or try to look like I haven't been surviving on three hours of sleep for the past year?" You gestured dramatically to the overflowing closet. Hyunjin chuckled, stepping into the room and wrapping his arms around you from behind. "You look beautiful, no matter what you wear. But," he winked, "I might have an idea." You raised an eyebrow. "And what brilliant fashion advice do you have?" Instead of answering, Hyunjin pulled away and started rummaging through the clothes. You watched him, half amused and half frustrated. He pulled out a white, flowy midi dress that you had forgotten you owned. "Remember this?" he asked, holding it up. "You wore it on our anniversary trip to Jeju. It’s beautiful and comfortable." You hesitated, remembering the trip. "But... it's been a while. I don't even know if it will fit." Hyunjin ignored your doubt. He then reached for a gold necklace you often wore, and a pair of simple, comfortable sandals. He laid everything out on the bed, then turned to you, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "Trust me. Try it on." Hesitantly, you obliged. You slipped into the dress. It fit perfectly. The soft fabric draped comfortably, and it still fit. You felt…lighter, more relaxed. You added the necklace and the sandals, and looked at yourself in the mirror. You had to admit, Hyunjin had nailed it. It was simple, elegant, and comfortable. It was you. "Wow," you breathed, turning to Hyunjin. "You... you did good." Hyunjin beamed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I know what looks good on you," he said, stepping closer and brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "You're naturally beautiful. You just needed a little reminder." He then scooped Eunseo out of her bouncer, carefully holding him close. "And this little girl thinks you're the most beautiful woman in the world, no matter what you're wearing."

[iceviolet11]

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. first impressions ╭──╯ . . . . .

russell adler x oc

summary: returning to the job you love, after some unsettling events, you try to welcome new changes. Some more mysterious than others....

authors note: This was on my other account but since this is my main writing blog I should transfer this here. Also, I missed out on writing more about my oc back in February so I'm posting this until I can write another snippet.

“They're late.” CIA Russell Adler commented to his fellow teammate Alex Mason as Adler took a casual puff from his cigarette. Amsterdam; 1981 — they're moving on a target but someone's missing.

“They'll be here.” Mason assured.

“Are you sure about that? How do you know your friend is trustworthy?”

“Trust me, she's one of the best.” Adler gave him a confused look.

“She?”

“Problem?”

“...Nope, not at all.” Adler trailed on as sees the contact they're meeting with, however, someone was by their hip. He had to do a double take when he glanced her way. He would never admit it, but he could've sworn she almost took his breath away.

“Well, Mr. Hans, here is my good friend and his colleague. I'm sure you know them well.” You greeted the two men. You wanted to start off strong since it's been a while since being in the field. Hudson did you a kindness after something happened to you recently. He's helped you before, so you helped too.

“Come on. Woods is itching for a dust up.” Alex's friend said. “Don't want to let him down.” This is the first time you met him and he's…an interesting character. All three of us walked out but you managed to time an interception by clearing your throat. Alex turned behind him, owing you an explanation since Hudson didn't explain EVERYTHING to you.

“Oh yea, forgot.” Alex chuckled as you playfully whack his shoulder.

“Dude!” He feigned getting hurt but you knew he was just messing with you. Like old times…God, you'd miss that. More than they'll ever know..

“Sorry ‘bout that. Adler, meet Vanessa Hansley; one of the best people you'll ever meet. Vanessa, meet Russell Adler.” Alex introduced. Looking at this mystery man, curiously. It was took dark out so you couldn't see his face that well.

“Yeah, we'll do introductions later. Let's get Qasim.” Adler brushed off, walking towards Frank.

Huh, some guy.

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Within a few hours, you're donning your old combat gear, boots, the whole shebang. It's been a long time but luckily it still fits. You're about to put on your “war paint”; Frank recommended it years ago and helped. Starting until a certain individual in aviators appeared from the side.

You know you're doing it wrong, right?” Jolting, you turn towards the direction of the voice and was a bit relieved. “Jumpy, huh?” He teased. You scoff at the false claim.

“No, I'm not jumpy. Also, I actually am doing it right.” Ignoring him, you continue. He walks closer and sits down in the mundane motel room we're using to prep for the mission at the airport.

“I can see your face still…I can help.”

“No, thank you. It's just —”

“Just come over here.” He insisted. Not wanting to argue further, you walk over to sit on the bed and Adler brings the chair over to sit in front. He doesn't say a word. Just placed the paint jar on the small nightstand and began working. He was…gentle? Of course, her first impression was that of he's the type of guy who puts business/work before everything. Especially of how he brushed her off when they first met. But now he's this close to you, definitely not what you thought originally. ‘Not that bad looking either’ you thought. God, Vanessa, get a grip! You just met him! You were able to get your thoughts in check as he continued to take his time.

“I'm sorry that you got to do this.” You speak carefully as the paint doesn't get in your mouth. “Usually I can do this — done it plenty of times in the past but…I'm a bit rusty…” Alder gazes at you, saying nothing for a few moments.

“Rusty? You didn't seem that way back on the rooftops.” He said. Chuckling, you sigh at the mayhem of what just occurred the past few hours.

“Well, yeah but to be honest, it was just mostly adrenaline. Anger too…”

“Really? Why?” You're hesitant to reveal such sensitive info to a stranger, hell you haven't told Mason and Woods yet. However…

“Yeah…a lot's happened in the span of like 2 days. Also I was supposed to “resign” but Hudson never finalized it.”

“Now, why resign?” Adler asked, curiously.

“Oh hey now, this isn't ‘20 questions to only one person’. What about you, what's your story?” You asked. He sadly went silent again as he finished up. Apologizing again for intruding, he just gave you a small smirk. He could see why Mason was so confident in you and your skills. “Well, I do think of myself as an excellent listener. I hope we can be friends…you need them in this line of work.” You confessed.

“Hmm…maybe. Who knows?”

“Oh, who know?” you mocked, “I'll have you know I'm so fun to be around! Like uber fun!”

“Yeah?” He playfully rolled his eyes.

“Uhhh, yea and —” A knock emitted behind Adler, cutting off our conversation.

“Yo, hurry up there, we gotta go!” Frank yelled out, disrupting the awkward tension. You gathered the rest of the necessary equipment and started to walk out.

“To be continued..” Adler said as he opened the door for you, both of us walking into who knows what for this mission.

[uknowmesblog]

Lol? I truly didn't expect people to enjoy my little writting, but let's go?

Also before continue I should warn you this is will be with her/she pronouns because well.. I am a woman and its much simpler for me like? We will see what the future will hold for me as evolving my writting style.

Also: It will be eventually poly 141, smutty and let's hope delicious. I have zero idea about what's happening in real life military and the lore it's known by watching youtube videos.

Also probably I will make the read less athletic and more fluff, prolly going towards being task's princess or smth, idk.

Shall we?

Damn you, damn the vodka and damn your friends because they didn't apply the enrollment all the way, just you. Poor, sad little you with all your hopes decaying with each hour that passed, while you tried to call your father and beg him to take you out ot this situation.

"You are finally making me proud" he said, causing you to huff a breath. Yeah you didn't want his approval, he wanted you to step in his shoes and run around to sacrifice yourself. Hell you are not sure you could run to the store and back, less on a front.

Damn your friends again, at least if two of them would be enrolled; you could burn the whole base to the ground with your "creative ideas." But not today satan, you have to deal with it yourself and make sure to bring your annoying level to a new height. Just to be sure you know? So with bags ready, eyes puffy with tears born out of sheer anxiety and one cute pink, Teddy bear that was a last gift from your loving mother, watching the clock like a hawk and calculating how easy should be to fly in another country with.. the small amount of money left in your bank account.

Scratch that, back to "being the worst human being" plan, as everything was packed and ready to leave. Thanks to God this house was yours, left as inheritance. No rent to pay, no fussy landlord worrying about no one to live here for a while, always a safe place to come back.

06:20

Huh, maybe they forgot? Hope die last, maybe someone, somewhere listened to your prayer and now everything is going back to normal.

06:45

So close to unpack everything, belly tight in knots as you watched your phone.

07:00

A short knock distracted the train of thoughts, your throat working to swallow as you walked towards the door with a small heart beating frenetically. Fingers wrapped around the door knob, your mind churning with all the possibilities, close opening slowly only to see a masked figured.

Dark, whiskey eyes watching you blankly. A skull baklava adding to the eerie effect the hunk had around him. Tall, muscular and wide you might say. A bloke that looked like a killer, like only a flicker of two fingers could snap someone in half.

Of course you shrieked and tried to close the door, only to be blocked by a boot. Stepping back, letting him in without your approval he scanned you with a cold, inexpensive look. But if you weren't so busy trying to melt in the wall, you could observe his chest rising faster for two short seconds. All the photos did little to no justice for you, such a fine specimen.

"You look weak' he said, deep voice with a Manchester accent reverberating around the hallway.

"No shit?' You asked sarcastically, provoking the beast. Maybe this is the moment you should learn to hold your mouth shut.

The stranger only huffed and eyed your luggage, grabbing your troller and backpack.

'Come one, we're already late." He grumbled "I won't babysit you, shift your arse"

"To the slaughterhouse? Do I look dumb?" You whined, clearly don't understanding his words.

"God you are dense, to the fucking military base!" He just turned around, starting to move towards the black car waiting in your driveway.

"No-uh" shaking your head, obtaining a growl.

"If you want me dragging your arse kicking and screaming, be my guest."

"I also bite'

"Be my fucking guest, only move' he snarled, a tremor making your core clenching.

Grumbling under your breath, key shoved in the keyhole while a stream of unholy swears that could make the devil himself blush spewed between your lips, asserting dominance over the asshole who just snapped a photo, behind your pack. He just couldn’t hold himself back, your jeans hugged your generous curves so good; a snack waiting to be bitten and smushed between his calloused hands.

Of course, the photo flew towards the group chat and his phone was shoved back in his pocket before you even finished your imaginary fight.

"Happy?" You asked as you took the passenger seat, already planning your revenge while he said nothing.

Oh and what an interesting revenge you planned, question after question flowing in the car. One side conversation of course.

"Do you always wear that?" Gesturing to the baklava, ignored.

"How long until we arrive?" Asked for the eight time.

"Do you have any snack around here?" He rolled his eyes.

"Can't you leave me on the side of the road?" A breath huffed behind the material.

"Why aren't you talking? Are you mad on me?" The 'crazy woman' card didn't work either hun.

"Do you have a missus?" A breathless laugh escaped him.

"What's your favourite color?"

"How long until there? I need to pee."

You tried again and again with no success, until the fatigue finally settled after a sleepless night full of pacing and anxiety. Snoring soflty, head resting against the window, a little bit of drool on the corner of your lips. Fine moment and all that.

But Ghost? He think you have zero chance to be a good soldier, but nothing could stop him from trying to shape and mold you.

Johnny was already foaming at the mouth to put his paws on you, Gaz waiting patient to see how long before you crack and Price being always the misterios boss ready to.. teach you.

Ghost's mind was set, by the end of the week you'll be panting like a bitch in heat either from the drills or one of the boys sprawling you on your future bed and showing you how a real man take care of a woman.

That if you won't have a stroke until then, only the time could decide.

@brxghtlxghtz here we gooo <3

Damn if I didn't had a long day, I swear to God I love my boss. She is a sweetheart, but woman take a break. Cheers to finally having some me time, hope yall liked it, again don't be shy pointing out how I can improve my english speech, still learning!

[kanmom51]

Ahm... HAPPY BIRTHDAY JK

And happy JK day Jikookers.

What a morning to wake up to!!!

You open your eyes and this is what you are hit with.

The black and white couple in BLACK & WHITE.

Happy birthday Kookie indeed.

Yes, that was JM's hashtag: Happy birthday Kookie or Kookie's birthday, depending on your translator.

I am definitley still processing.

Well JM, you have definitely out done yourself.

Better than even this:

Ok then, did I not say that JM will not disappoint us? He NEVER does!!!

And yes. JM posted it to his account. Not a story. Not something that will be deleted or go away within 24 hours.

No.

JM posted this photo of the two of them in Connecticut on his IG timeline for forevers!!! Right next to his hot boyfie's Hot 100 post.

Yes JM, we know your boyfie is Hot and he's all yours. And you have now told us all just that. You claimed him!!! He is definitley yours.

Had a hoot reading the comments, lol. Someone asking if they are together, and the answers. Many answer yes (surprising), but then, the denial some people are in. Besties. Brothers. Ok then. 🤣🤣🤣 Those calling them besties are probably same ones that ignore Jikook moments, ot7-fy them, dismiss them, but now they are besties... Well, my partner is also my bestie, so...

Good thing my timeline is curated, lol. I cannot imagine the way the fandom is imploding. I think this is kind of a good description though:

So yeah, JM did not disappoint.

And dropping it at the start of the day for all of us to go nuts for the whole day too, lol.

Now, doing that, posting so early on (may I remind you that the last couple of years he posted toward the end of the birthday or even just after the day ended?), I cannot help wonder if there is more coming for us today...

I mean, JK's live, well an 9 minute live, an all new record for him. Funny how his records are how short his lives are, lol.

What do we know so far?

JK was out to dinner with others that he was practicing with.

Took photos with fans that saw him out.

Posted for his birthday on 31.8.23 at 23:55 or 11:55 pm.

Coming home, still in same outfit as he was eating out, JK goes live for 9 minutes. A new record low (well, apart from his Mingyu live), lol. Shorter than his panty folding live.

He was a man on a mission. Coming to say hi.

Showing us the 2 aces. Army. Yep.

Doing a card trick.

Saying love ya, a term used multiple time by JM.

And diving out of there.

So, I wonder.

First of all, was there someone there already or someone he was expecting to arrive?

Same someone that posted that mind blowing pic to set the fandom on fire.

JK's live was at 00:55 am KST. Going for 9 minutes approx. JM posted at 1:33 am KST. I wonder. I wonder if they picked out that photo together, lol.

Oh, I got sidetracked, didn't I?

Because my point was meant to be: Is this all we are getting this year?

No cake? No long karaoke live? No long live period? No TikTok post from our birthday boy, who told us he is now a TikTok content creator? No Jikook live?

I mean, JM's pic, well it's a gift. But is it gift enough?

And no, I'm not being greedy here talking about a gift for us. I'm talking about a gift for JK. Because JK wants that damn live together. Giving him that live together, that would definitely be a worthy gift for his birthday!! Lol.

Just saying...

Did I mention everything I wanted to? Probably not. I'm writing this off the top of my head rushing to post, cause I need for this to be out there, like 2 hours ago, lol.

Kind of hoping that as the day goes by there will be more to talk about. Kind of counting on it, lol.

Oh wait, did I mention JK was wearing same brand as JM?

Ooh, and forgot to mention that PolyC reposted JM's post:

And last thing before I go:

I just loooooove seeing that JM, can't help myself.

Ok, so this gif does not do the JM justice. Watch the live and see just how pronounced it is!!! LOOOOOOOVE it.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOOKIE!!!

[munsonsmixtapes]

Eddie Headcanons

* He can sew. That bitch is always making something and loves to make himself (and you, of course) little costumes based on whatever is hyper fixating on at the moment

* He makes loving you his whole personally. He’ll talk about you to whoever will listen, bragging about your accomplishments or even just sharing a little story about something funny you said.

* He loves to draw, making little doodles on any scrap of paper her can find, whether it’s the margin in a book or a napkin from a restaurant where the two of are having dinner. And he’ll always signing it with his sloppy yet adorable signature before giving it to you and you’ll inevitably put it in your scrapbook where you keep all of his masterpieces to look back on.

* I feel like he’s the type of person who’s always cold. It’ll be seventy-five degrees outside and this man will be wearing a hoodie and jeans, shivering.

* He loves any activity he can do with his hands. It doesn’t matter what it is, but it’s one of the few ways he can stimulate his brain.

* In modern day, he’d definitely be against social media but only have accounts so he can comment on your posts because he’s that down bad.

* He likes to pretend he’s not a gossip, but he totally would totally act like he’s not invested in your phone conversation with your friends while he works on one of his campaigns.

* Definitely has food sensory issues and has to have his food separated or he will flip his shit.

* Also definitely has a specific plate, cup, and coffee mug that he likes to use and refuses to use anything else. Yes, he will notice if you try to switch it up on him.

* He loves to annotate books, especially yours, and leaves you cute little notes in the margins.

* He also somehow always naturally smells good and you can never figure out where exactly the scent comes from.

* As much as I would like the believe he can, this man absolutely cannot cook. Everything he makes burns to a crisp somehow. Mans can’t even make ice.

* Always has to follow his daily routine and if it gets screwed up even a little bit, it throws him off and he’ll have to start it all over.

* Loves to drive really fast and only goes the speed limit when you’re in the vehicle since you’re precious cargo and all.

* He seems like the kind of guy who’d act like he doesn’t like musical theater but then you’d get into his car where he forgot to switch the tape. (In private he’s very much like Winston in New Girl where he’s singing along to the Wicked soundtrack if y’all get that reference)

* Also, he definitely has a Fleetwood Mac tape hidden in his glove compartment.

* He’s got a box full of fidget toys that he made himself that he can fiddle with as a stimulant. He’s even given them out to members of the Hellfire Club.

* Loves to go to random places he’s found on the internet, like bars or even a bookstore. Somewhere he can explore that’s far enough away from home so he can finally get a moment of peace.

* Hates making phone calls, even if he’s calling someone he already knows. The whole thing makes him anxious and he’s dying to hang up every second the phone rings, but as soon as the other person picks up, he’s fine.

* He has a very particular taste in movies and every time Steve gets a new movie in at Family Video and wonders “Who the hell is gonna watch this?” Eddie would. The answer is always Eddie.

If y’all would like my NSFW headcanons, please let me know!

[antebellumite]

tumblr fake posts but it's exclusively the US congress 1830s-50s. this will probably not make sense to anyone. it barely makes sense to me: [this is a long post. press j to skip]:

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forthurricane

guys help three senators from my party are outside my door and its a sunday and im scared i think they want something.

forthurricane

they want me to blackmail the president.

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henrywisingitup Follow

ohhhh goddddd ok so the coworker that called me a slur at work a few days ago IN PUBLIC just got a duel challenge from a friend of mine aslkdf. istg i hate him so much he's so annoying and he needs to resign or kill himself immediately. i hope he accepts the challenge fucking dies or gets shot up. good RIDDENCE fucking turd pile of trash empty bladder dung beetle puppy bastard LIAR. welliamgravely Follow

what'd he call you?

henrywisingitup Follow

an aboliti*nist.

congressionalglobe

Congblr Heritage Post. #congblr heritage post #senblr heritage post #houseblr heritage post #lmao remember when abolitionist was a slur guys #thank u pierceuinfiftytwo #i hate this post #and i think u do too #mod greeley

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Anonymous asked hi i'm sorry if i'm bothering you with this ask but i'm kinda new to this whole politics thing ( was just recently elected by my constituents so this is my first term ) and i would like to know how to get started on congblr? i've been recently appt to the house and i'd love to engage more with the community. do u have any blogs you'd suggest to me? bunnybrownfrench

hi anon!!!! i'm so glad you're here and in the house too ! ( it's where i am- frankly the Better House of Congress too while we're at it ). sadly i don't know what politics or party u have and i mostly scurry round the democrat side of the aisle more than anything, so i might not be able to help u that much, but i can try to give you some good ones!

@/gowestyoungman is a good source for news, and i'm personally a fan of @/mattbradydaggeurotype but @/geopeteralexhealy has some great portraits! obviously anyone has to follow @/oldhickory if they're a dem ( or even a whig ) they have great posts, lots of drama and thought provoking articles. a vv funny scroll. @/greatcompromiser is on the opposite side as a whig, but always sophisticated in their arguments, with nice shitposts in between to lighten the mood if you're uneasy about the american system.

@/jquincy and @/oldbullion are mostly serious blogs and if you're a westward expansion fellow, they're top blogs for u to follow. a bit hard at times, but personally i think they have great humor to make up for it ( unlike @/castironman though if you're here for what he posts all the more strength to u i suppose). @/redfoxkinderhook is also a good blog but they rarely post ( and never anything personal). @/godlikedan is my personal favorite blog. they have everything on there- drama, shitposts, detailed analysis, longposts, important info, aesthetics, etc.

for the rest tho anon, i'll leave it up to you! go out and explore! find the blogs u like; i wish u the best of luck!

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greatcompromiser hey guys, look at this BEAUTIFUL new commission i just got from @/mattbradydaggeurotype! it was wonderful to work with you, matt! <333

oldbullion

every day i wake up.

#body horror

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gallerywatcher Follow

why he kinda......

robrhett Follow

this bitch thirsting over baldy mcuseless LMAO

gallerywatcher Follow

hearing strong words from a guy whos blog is devoted to john c calhoun

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jrandolphofroanoke

i have herpes. greatcompromiser

yeah? and????? we know.

jrandolphofroanoke

IN MY EYES. IN MY EYES.

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bunnybrownfrench asked: orgies in hell over secession!! dailyaskstotheussenate

i forgot i asked for poem recommendations for a moment.

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#ask #bunnybrownfrench

castironman follow It is with great misfortune that I continue the discourse of the past week, but due to recent actions by certain other accounts, I have to re-engage with this conflict. Again, I would like to say that I stand firm in by belief that the 2BUS should not be re-instated, and that I resent the idea that I have somehow 'flip-flopped' or 'betrayed' my past ideals or other people in regards to what I believe to only be my own rational decisions, all logical as I will prove. read more

greatcompromiser

oh you've got to be kidding me.

read more

#fucking fuck offfff JOHN #dumbass ungrateful bitch #subtreasury discource #castironman #i shouldve let oldhickory hang you

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theliberator

Hello, all. The Liberator is proud to announce a new mod today to assist in spreading the antislavery message. Presenting: @/frederickdouglass! We're very glad to have a new member to the abolitionist movement, and even more so to have a new mod with us today! We're sure they'll do great work, and we hope you share our excitement as well!

-Mod Garrison and The Liberator Team

theliberator

Hello, all. Disregard this post, since we cannot delete it. Frederick Douglass has been removed from the mod team.

#info #state of the blog #mod update #mod garrison

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dailyaskstotheussenate

to the anon who asked us when the gag rule is going to be repealed.

the day that john quincy adams finally snaps and decides to murder the rest of his colleagues on the floor.

or never.

#misc

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thenorthstar

Hello all, Frederick Douglass here. As you might be aware by now, The Liberator and I have since parted. The reason for this is due to several irreconcilable differences, some political, some personal. The drama has since cooled down, but due to the blowout from our conflict, William Lloyd Garrison and I have agreed to since part ways. I am currently running @/thenorthstar on multiple platforms available in my bio.

Garrison and I are still part of the abolitionist movement together, so if you're worried about the harm this might cause to our end goal of emancipation for enslaved people in the United States and the complete destruction of the slave system as it stands today, do not worry. I will be reposting a catalogue of my speeches and writings here that were originally in The Liberator- which you may feel free to mute as you wish. My advocacy for human rights will proceed as normal.

Please do not contact me to ask about just what occurred between The Liberator and I, however, as that is something that I both do not want to discuss, and feel it is unnecessary considering this blog's true content matter.

#info #blog #the liberator #please direct any and all comments about wlg to mr smith from now on

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higherlawseward Follow

Let's settle this once and for all.

littlegiantofillinois

/lmao.

#bro's getting ratioed so hard i almost cant watch. #SEWARD #delete this sewage boy

brecknridge Follow

fellas is it gay to bring a flower to your senate colleague as your first act in congress to express your admiration for him (also from your state)( literally the most famous senator of your era)(you plucked this flower straight from your home state and tenderly carried it all the way to washington dc to hand to him)(kinda cute too)(this is the first time you've met him)(whig party, you're a democrat)(70 yrs old)???

brecknridge Follow

fellas is it gay to bring a flower to your senate colleague who's dying in a washington dc hotel room and sit by him for hours on end talking about politics and personal life before he finally expires his last breath and you tenderly are the last person to gently readjust his pillow as he falls asleep in your arms...

oldbuck Follow

No.

brecknridge Follow

oh ok

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godlikedan

A gift from a friend. ;) ;) ;)

godlikedan

Wait.

godlikedan

Everyone stop reblogging this. This was supposed to go to my other blog.

godlikedan

PLEASE.

#lmao get wrecked. #always knew you had a porn blog danny

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oldbullion

real talk everyone in this senate needs to stop having drama.

#@/castironman @/greatcompromiser... looking at you both #stop it

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roberthayne

menstruation sounds so cool....but why doesnt it ever happen to men???

godlikedan

remind me how you got elected again.

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oldbullion

going to @/oldhickory's inaugeral party. I expect a solemn affair.

oldbullion

F U CK they broug ht t cheeessseeee....

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jgiddyings

back to work in the senate :D~~~!

dawson Follow

tf i thought we censured you??

jgiddyings

i got reelected :) :) :)!~

#take that mofos #no blocking or muting can remove me NOW #suck my dick

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memberofthehouse

OH MY GOD I HATE this house chamber so much the acoustics are horrible and its so crowded istg I am blaming Thomas Jefferson for all of this. the room was clearly already too crowded in the 1790s and then the louisiana purchase just comes by and Fucks! Shit! UP???? by doubling the amount of people who have to be stuffed in here??? and everyone keeps on smoking and spitting tobacco everywhere and its too hot??? i think the lead is killing me. i think the air is killing me. i think my colleagues are going to kill me. I DEFINATLY THINK HENRY WISE AND HIS COMPANY IS TRYING TO KILL ME???

Kill me.

henrywisingitup

get used to it buddy.

rogertaney

we're making court decisions in the goddarn congress basement if that helps.

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littlegiantofillinois

so horny for her

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chucksumner

just saw william seward and jefferson davis taking a carriage together. i don't get it. am i the only one who thinks that as antislavery advocates we in the senate Shouldn't be playing nice with slaveholders??

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forthurricane Follow

breakfast is very fufilling i say as a person who's morning meal consists entirely of a carton of milk and one (1) expired bread loaf garrison Follow

everyone please stop reblogging op is literally jefferson davis.

#dni

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goldtippedguttapercha-deactiv

Not to be mean but this coworker of mine needs to get caned. 23,233 notes

senatorero hangman foote threatened to kill me again today. can someone please tell me if this means im part of the antislavery club.

vivelasboston Follow

are you a republican? because otherwise i think it's appropriation.

senatorero

oh for christs sake

#personal 4 notes

littlegiantofillinois

such a cruel world... so many good laps to sit on and no one to let me do so.

#SO MANY SOFT LONG CONGRESSIONAL LEGGGGS #THEY ALL LOOK SO COMFFYYYYY #ah well #no comfort or joy in life i suppose #time to bully president pierce into expanding popular sovreignty into kansas nebraska!!! :)))))) #this won't cause any issues

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[forest-hashira]

New Lengths

I CONTINUE TO PROVIDE ALL THE TRANSFEM GOJO CONTENT I WANT AND CAN'T FIND ELSEWHERE!!! this time back with the reader inserts! (there's a stsg transfem gojo piece on my ao3 account if anyone wants to read that too!) anyways sorry it's been so long since i updated this series, i got stuck for a while. once again huge thank you to cal (i forgot your url i'm so sorry update he's @dr-runs-with-scissors) bc he loves transfem gojo probably as much as i do and constantly encourages me to come back to her. love u friend 💜

series masterlist here | read on ao3 here | wc: ~2.3k | cw: transfem gojo (duh), gender neutral reader, fluff as usual, you trim her undercut, that's basically it lol

The progression of Satoru making changes to her appearance was gradual, and you’d been with her every step of the way, encouraging her to take things at a pace that felt natural to her. 

Of course, you’d also been happy to indulge her at every turn, painting her nails every time she decided she wanted to try a different color – she’d amassed quite the collection of blues and glittery top coats since that first trip to the drugstore –  as well as helping her find different makeup products to try out, though most of that browsing was done online. 

A few weeks after she started wearing lip gloss out of the house, she’d gained the confidence to let you put a little bit of product on her brows and lashes. It wasn’t anything super noticeable, just a bit of clear gel, but she’d been ecstatic the whole day afterwards, her eyes sparkling behind her sunglasses. 

A few days after she started wearing the gloss and lash gel out of the house, you noticed her hair had gotten a bit longer, and it no longer stood up as straight when she wore the blindfold. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen any noticeable difference in the length of her hair, so you decided to bring it up.

“You haven’t been wearing your blindfold as much lately,” you murmured from your spot on the bed, gently rubbing some leave-in conditioner into her hair – not really anything fancy, just something to help keep it soft and fluffy – and giving her a gentle scalp massage in the process.

“Haven’t felt like it,” Satoru answered casually, leaning a bit further into your legs from her spot on the floor in front of you as you continued to work the product into the damp strands. “Feels better to wear the glasses when I wear product in my lashes, too. Doesn’t make everything feel crushed, I guess.”

You hummed, giving a small nod. The movements of your fingers slowed a bit, though you still continued to lightly scratch at her scalp the way you knew she liked. “Is your hair bothering you at all, either?” It was impossible to miss the way her shoulders tensed slightly at your question. “I noticed that it’s starting to fall in your face more than it used to, even with the blindfold on.”

She was silent for a few long moments, then nodded slightly. “Yeah, it does,” she agreed quietly, and when you looked further down, you could see she was rubbing her thumbs along the sides of her fingers, an anxious tic you’d noticed she had even before you’d started dating, but it seemed to have gotten worse since she’d started to transition in private.

The silence that settled over you then was tense, but not necessarily uncomfortable. When it became apparent to you that she wasn’t going to be the one to break the silence, though, you took a deep breath. “Do you want to grow it out, princess? Because you don’t have to, if you like your hair the length it is now. Plenty of women don’t grow their hair out long.” 

A shuddering sigh escaped her lips then, as if the words had given her permission to talk about changing this part of her appearance, permission to admit she was ready for another step forward. “I-I, uh…” Her voice faltered for a moment, but as always, you patiently waited until she was ready to speak again. “I think I do want to grow it out, yeah. B-but not the undercut, I wanna keep that short.”

“Yeah?” you murmured, smiling down at her as you trailed a hand lower, down the back of her head until you reached her undercut, gently scratching your nails across the area. “Hm, it could probably use a trim. But we can make sure to keep the rest long.” 

She relaxed into you a bit more again, and your expression softened.

“I know it’s a little late now, but do you want to contact your hairdresser about getting in to trim your undercut?”

Satoru grimaced slightly at your words, and she shook her head slightly. “You mean my barber? No, I don’t. Now that I’m transitioning… I don’t think I want to keep seeing him. Feels wrong.” She shifted a little, resting her cheek against your thigh. You could tell there was more behind her explanation of “feeling wrong” continuing to see her barber, but you weren’t going to push her to say any of it out loud; you had a pretty good idea of what she meant, anyways.

“That’s fine,” you assured her. “I can help you find another stylist, we can get you in to see someone then.”

“Well, actually…” she trailed off for a moment again, hesitating. “I was thinking… maybe you could trim it this time?” She tilted her head back to meet your gaze, her own blue eyes unsure. 

Your eyes widened in surprise at her words, and you blinked dumbly for a moment.

Taking your silence as hesitance, Satoru rushed to speak again. “Just this time! Just until I can find a new stylist. It’s getting long, and I really want it trimmed as soon as possible, and I’m still nervous—”

She was absolutely rambling, trying to fix the situation, when you cut her off. “I’ll trim it, princess. I don’t mind. I was just surprised, is all.” Wanting to make sure she understood that you were serious, you resumed scratching lightly at her scalp, smiling sweetly down at her.

Satoru practically melted at the touch, dropping like a puppet with the strings cut as the tension quickly left her body. She let out another shaky sigh, though now she was smiling slightly to herself, turning her head a bit further into your touch. “Thank you,” she murmured, pressing a sheepish little kiss to your knee.

The sensation tickled a bit, and you giggled softly, pulling your knee away from the touch out of reflex. “Of course, ‘Toru. Do you want to trim it now, or do you want to wait until tomorrow?” You really weren’t sure which way she would decide: she’d said she wanted a trim as much as possible, but she’d already showered and washed her hair that night, and you were certain she’d want to rinse any stray hairs off her skin once you were finished. 

“Are you okay with doing it tonight?” Her eyes were on yours again, her expression much more relaxed than before, and she blinked curiously up at you.

Once again, you were a bit surprised by her words, not having expected her to answer you so quickly, but you nodded easily. “Yeah, I’m fine with that.”

Her face lit up at your words, and she was quick to scramble to her feet. “Great!” she practically cheered, taking your hands and tugging you up from the edge of the bed.

Following her was easy, especially when she was so excited, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at her eagerness; a sound born out of pure affection. You allowed her to pull you into the bathroom, standing and waiting patiently as she released you to pull a case from the cabinet. For a moment you were confused, until she opened it to reveal an electric beard trimmer and the guards to go with it.

“That’s what that thing is?” you asked, laughing again. “Why do you own those? I didn’t think you’d ever even grown facial hair.”

“I haven’t,” she confirmed with a smile. “Shoko got these for me as a joke a couple years ago. Not sure why I kept them all this time, honestly, but it looks like they’re coming in handy now, yeah?”

“They certainly are,” you agreed.

After looking over the set of guards, Satoru eventually picked the 1/8th of an inch length, and helped you get the guard attached to the trimmer.

Holding the trimmer in your hand, you looked her up and down, a slight frown on your face. “You’re too tall,” you said after a moment. “You’re gonna have to sit down so I can do this without accidentally making you bald.”

That got a laugh out of her. “I think I would prefer to keep at least some of my hair for now,” she teased lightly, but sat down on the closed toilet lid. “Better?”

“Yes,” you confirmed, relieved that it did, in fact, change the height difference enough for you to have a good angle. “Can you pull the rest of your hair out of the way? I need to get a towel to wrap around your shoulders.”

Satoru nodded, digging around in one of the drawers for a hair tie as you turned to the linen closet and grabbed a towel. By the time you turned back to face her, Satoru had managed to tie the rest of her hair up in a small ponytail on the very top of her head, and the way it stuck up made you giggle as you wrapped the towel around her shoulders.

“What?” she demanded, feigning indignance. “I look beautiful right now, I’ll have you know.”

“Beautiful like a flower getting ready to bloom,” you teased, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before moving around to stand behind her again. Picking up the clippers from where you’d set them on the counter, your whole demeanor grew serious again. “I need you to really try to stay still, okay ‘Toru?”

“I’ll try my best,” she promised, shooting you a reassuring smile over her shoulder. “I trust you.”

You did your best to smile back at her, then gently turned her head so she was facing away from you once again. Swallowing thickly, you switched the clippers on, your grip tightening slightly as they began to buzz in your hand. 

Not for the first time, you were glad that working as a sorcerer for so many years had given you reasonably steady hands, but right now you were especially thankful, because it meant there was a much lower chance that you would make some sort of mistake while trimming your girlfriend’s hair. You took your time, running the clippers in slow, straight passes up her scalp, watching as the little tufts of lavender-white hair drifted down and landed on the towel you’d draped around the sorceress’s shoulders before you started. 

A short while later, you were finished, and you shut off the clippers and set them aside. When Satoru began to move to get up, you were quick to stop her. “Hang on,” you told her, “let me wipe the hair off your neck.”

She settled again obediently, and you wet a washcloth, wringing out the excess water before turning back to her, gently running the damp fabric over her skin, murmuring a little apology when she jumped at the first touch.

When you were finished with that, you stood back, admiring your work. “Alright,” you said, smiling slightly to yourself. “All done.” You tossed the damp cloth into the sink to deal with later, and before she could do it herself, you pulled the towel from Satoru’s shoulders, careful to keep any of the trimmings from falling onto her or the floor.

“What do you think?” you asked, the two of you shuffling around each other a bit as she stood and moved to look in the mirror, and you stepped to the shower and shook the hair off the towel.

Satoru twisted and turned a bit, trying to get a good look in the mirror, eventually giving up and just running her fingers over it to test the length. “Hmm, yeah, much better,” she hummed, smiling at you in the mirror. “Thanks, baby.”

“You’re welcome, princess,” you told her easily, hanging up the towel. “Now, come on. It’s getting late and I want my princess cuddles.”

With a smile so bright it was nearly blinding, Satoru took your hand and led you back to the bedroom; even if she wasn’t feeling as tired as you were, she was always more than willing to indulge you in cuddles, because really, she adored them, too.

The two of you crawled into bed together, shuffling under the blankets and giggling quietly at each other as you pulled the blankets up over your shoulders. As you settled down, you realized your girlfriend’s hair was still pulled up in that goofy little ponytail, and you gently pulled the hair tie free, sliding it over your wrist in the process.

Her hair fell down around her head then, and as you tenderly brushed the strands from her eyes and tucked them behind her ear, you realized it really had gotten some length on it; the ends of her hair now rested only an inch or so above the bottom of her undercut, and you couldn’t help but twirl some of the strands between your fingers.

“Gonna have my own personal Rapunzel soon…” you yawned, offering her a sleepy smile.

Even in the dark of the bedroom, you could tell the words had her blushing fiercely. “I sure hope not,” she mumbled. “I don’t wanna be locked in a tower by an evil witch.”

A small hum of amusement escaped you, and you nuzzled a little closer to her, pressing a sleep-clumsy kiss to the corner of her lips. “Don’t worry,” you promised quietly. “I’d be your knight in shining armor and rescue from the tower, even if I had to climb up to you ‘cause you didn’t wanna get your hair dirty.”

Her bashful laugh was the last thing you heard as you drifted off, a gentle smile still curving your lips, one hand still fiddling with her hair.

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[storiesbyjes2g]

3.192 Welcome home

I have zero idea what went down at home while I dealt with the rental property, but Desiree was not herself as we made our way to Gilbert Gardens. I'd never seen her so unhappy before. Sometimes, I poke around the parenting forums to see what others are going through and how they handle it. There are countless stories about toddler tantrums. As I told Dub the other day, Desi has her moments. But it wasn't until that afternoon I realized she'd never had a true meltdown before. At least not until now. She screamed the entire way to the house. And when I carried her inside, she actually fought me. Yes, Desi, my sweet potato kicked and slapped me and pulled my hair. Sophia said nothing and ignored the whole thing, so I suppose whatever this was about started with her, and she was glad to escape the child's wrath. One thing I learned after reading all those accounts was that these tantrums don't last long, and ignoring is actually the best solution. If you try to fix it by scolding them or even bargaining with them, you could make it worse, so I bit my tongue and just took it. Good thing she wasn't at a good vantage point to do any real damage.

I did, however, set some ground rules when I put her down. Regardless of what the forums say to do, I am the one who sets the tone for this family, and in this family, we don't do emotional outbursts like that. I'm very serious about this being a new chapter of our lives, and I want it to begin on a good note. So, I told her she can holler all she wants, but she's gonna have to stay outside and do it because she's not bringing all that noise into our new house. She continued screaming and stamping her little foot but calmed down pretty quickly, since she really wanted to go inside. I sat her down in the living room with some building blocks while Sophia and I hung our pictures. Once everything was in order, we chilled in the living room for the first and probably only time and enjoyed the fruit of our labor.

Rosie was in one of her clingy moods and joined us, so I played with her for a moment.

"You know what?" I said to her. "I know exactly what you need. Wait here."

I went upstairs and changed into my workout gear.

"I'm gonna introduce you to Gilbert Gardens! You're gonna love it."

As soon as she saw the leash, she knew it was game on and began barking and jumping around. We headed out. I was so excited to share my favorite place with her, I kinda forgot how long the trails around the lake and the Arboretum are. Rosie had a great time, but my knees were screaming by the time we go home. I hadn't jogged a long distance in a while, but that pain was different from being out of shape. I'm definitely getting old.

We all stayed close for the rest of the afternoon, even Rosie. I guess I finally wore her out, heh. That evening, the first of our new neighbors came to welcome us. The Whitney family live in the first house on our street across from the splash park. Neil, however, has actually lived in the neighborhood for a long time. Judging from his son's age, he and I may have moved to San Sequoia around the same time. It's kinda funny that he and I could have met earlier but never ran into each other. He bought that house for his family. He and his ex-fiancee had Karson, their son, when they were just dating. Neil was pretty keen on getting married and raising him together, so he proposed. She accepted, but was very focused on her career and never prioritized planning the wedding. Neil bought the house, thinking they would all live there together one day only for her to call off the engagement. They shared custody for a while until Karson decided to live with Neil full time. And later, and Neil met and married Kaila. It's so funny to me how sims tell me their entire life's story after only knowing me for three seconds. Unlike Chi Chi, Neil doesn't talk a lot. He's just very expressive when he does. As a fellow expressive man, it was great to be on the receiving end.

Karson didn't say much, but he was giving big spoiled brat vibes. Kaila was very extra. The Whitney family was definitely an interesting bunch. When they left, I put Desi to bed. Then Sophia and I christened a few rooms, hee hee.

[generic-enthusiast]

(An expansion of a moment from this qprpbj fic I wrote a while ago)

Ponyboy smiles when he opens the door and finds Avery on the other side.

"Hi, Aves."

"Hey, grandpa," they say brightly, stepping inside.

Avery takes their backpack off and heads to the bathroom like they do every Tuesday. The twenty-minute walk from school to his house is just long enough for them to need to pee when they get there but not at school.

Ponyboy closes the door and sighs. It's nice to have company once in a while, even if it's just for lunch on Tuesdays. It gets lonely sometimes, when everyone's paired up with kids. Cathy got almost full custody over Katie and Johnny, so he's been alone for a while. Two-Bit and Marcia, Steve and Soda... They never stopped caring about Ponyboy and Darry, but they have other things to do. Married life to attend to.

Shame Darry's out today, he always likes to talk to Avery. Seems like they might be going down the accounting path, and Darry's good for advice on that.

"What's for lunch?" they ask, drying their hands on their skirt.

"I'm tryin' out this new recipe I found online..." Ponyboy takes the aluminum foil off of a pot and looks inside. "It's chili but it's supposed to have some sort of sweet twist? I dunno, the girl explaining it seemed really excited."

"Did you check the reviews like I told you to?"

"Yeah, they all said to use less beans or it would be too dry, so I did."

Avery gives him a wide grin. "Great."

Ponyboy carries the pot over while Avery sets the table.

"How's school been?"

He starts serving Avery a bowl.

"It's been fine. I did a math test today and I made some stupid mistakes — that's enough, thanks — and there was this one formula I forgot that woulda made everything a whole lot easier, but it went okay."

"That's nice." He sets his own bowl down in front of him.

"Actually, grandpa..." Avery trails off and avoids Ponyboy's eyes when he looks at them. "There’s something I need to talk to you about."

Ponyboy looks at them silently, urging them to go on, but they stay quiet.

"Go ahead."

"I'm aromantic. And asexual." They look at him, trying to gauge his reaction. "Aroace for short."

Ponyboy blinks at them once. Twice. "What?"

They give a dry laugh before answering. "Yeah, no, I didn't expect you to know. Aromantic means I don't feel romantic attraction. Asexual means I don't feel sexual attraction."

"Those are different?" The look Avery gives him is the same one he knows he used to give Sodapop whenever he asked him what the movie they just watched was about. "Sorry," he says, suddenly feeling meek.

"No, it's fine," they sigh, "They're kinda new labels, I guess. But yeah, they're different. Mostly people feel them together, but some people feel them differently. I just... don't."

Ponyboy had been about to eat a spoonful of chili, but freezes with the spoon halfway to his mouth.

"You... you can just... not feel it?"

On Ponyboy's first date with Cathy, they went out for dinner, and it felt kinda like going out with Two-Bit. Laughing too much and feeling like he was breaking some sort of rule all the time. It was nice, though.

He kissed her goodnight like he was supposed to, and it felt weird, but it was supposed to feel weird, right? They'd just started to go out.

Then they'd been dating for long enough for it to be expected for them to have sex and he didn't really want to, but Cathy wanted to and they were supposed to and it wasn't that bad, really. Just kinda boring.

"Yeah. I know it sounds really weird, and you might think I just haven't met the right person yet, but think about like, straight people. You know you don't like the same sex and no one ever doubts that, so this is like the same only I don’t like anyone. And it doesn't mean I can't have meaningful relationships or anything — I like my friends a lot, I love them a lot, and Charlie can be nice when he isn't being an annoying little brother, and there's even other types of relationships, like queer-platonic relationships, that aren't for me, but that other aroace people can want—"

"Calm down, Aves," Ponyboy says with a slight grin. He definitely know where they got that from. "I wasn't tryin' to make ya feel like I didn't accept you, I just... didn't totally get it."

"Oh." They're slightly out of breath. "Okay."

There are a couple moments of silence before they go on, "Well, in any case, I find sex and romance disgusting and when people tease me about that sorta thing it makes me uncomfortable. That's all I wanted to tell you."

They smile awkwardly.

Ponyboy feels himself deflate, but tries not to let it show.

"So then aromantic and— and asexual people find it disgusting?" So it's just me? It's just me that's broken, then.

"Oh, no, not at all. I just don’t like it, but there’s people who are fine with it. Some people even enjoy it."

"Oh." Not broken not broken not broken not broken "And can, uh... can anyone be– aromantic? And asexual?"

They look at him curiously, eyes flitting across his face to try and figure out what he's thinking. A flicker of understanding — and something like hope — crosses over their face before they settle back into a neutral expression.

"Well, yeah. Not anyone that feels sexual or romantic attraction, obviously, but, like, there's aroace people of all ages with all sorts of romantic and sexual histories and they're still aroace."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

The rest of lunch is spent in near silence. Every so often one of them asks a question and the other answers, but conversation never lasts more than a couple seconds. The silence festers around them, Avery looking around uncomfortably, Ponyboy trying to force himself to be comfortable. Ponyboy's washing the dishes while Avery cleans up the table when there's the sound of a key jiggling and the door opens, showing Darry standing behind it. His face lights up when he catches sight of Avery.

"Aves! I didn't miss you!"

"Uncle Darry!" He sets his bag down next to him a takes his shoes off.

"How'd your math test go?"

Avery's face scruches up. "I forgot about the tangent squared identity and had to deduce it from the sine squared plus cosine squared one."

Darry makes a similar face and clicks his tongue as he walks over. "Did it go well besides that?"

"Yeah." He goes to ruffle their hair but remembers the last time they complained about it and grabs their shoulder instead.

Avery checks their phone. "Oh shii— shoot. I'm late. Gotta run back now."

They slip their shoes on quickly and run out the door.

"Have fun!" Darry calls, and a muffled "I'll try!" makes it back through the door.

Darry looks at the closed door for a second, easy smile on his lips. "Seems like slamming the door's genetic," he mutters.

He wanders into the kitchen and stops dead in his tracks. The water's running over dirty dishes but Ponyboy's leaned against the opposite counter, scrolling down something on his computer.

He has the same look on his face that he had a couple days after his seventeenth birthday, when he came up to Darry and told him quietly that he was older than Johnny would ever be.

"Pony?"

Ponyboy looks up, blinking quickly, not bothering to try and close the tab.

"Hmm?" His voice is unnaturally high-pitched. The eye contact only lasts a couple second before he looks away, back at the screen.

Darry walks towards him slowly. "Everything okay?" He turns the tap off when he passes by it.

Ponyboy's staring holes into his computer. He can't look away, can't look away from the words that've been there all along. The words he didn't see fifty-something years ago — oh, god, he can't even remember how long it's been.

The computer's being taken away from him.

"Pony." Ponyboy looks up to meet Darry's eyes. "What's wrong."

"The— the words are there." He's on the verge of tears and he knows that Darry can tell with the pitch of his words, but he can't control it.

"What words, Pony?"

"A— aromantic. And asexual. And queer-platonic." Darry just stares at him, clearly in as much confusion as Ponyboy was a couple minutes ago. "You don't have to wanna date people. And sex. And Johnny—"

Ponyboy doesn't finish the sentence.

"What about Johnny?" Darry seems confused, and Ponyboy realises that he thinks he's talking about his son.

"Cade."

"Oh."

"We weren't friends. I always knew we weren't friends, I knew it was different, because I ain't never felt that way again."

Darry blinks. "You're saying you're... gay?"

Ponyboy shakes his head and he can feel the tears tickle as they roll down his cheek but it would be wrong to brush them away.

"It don't— It don't gotta be like that. You don't gotta choose between bein' friends or datin', those aren't the only options. And it— it's real." He buries his face in his hands. Darry wraps his arms around him and Ponyboy stoops down to burrow his head in Darry's shoulder. "I know it— it doesn't change anythin', that we were the same thing, that we were— were queer-platonic even if the word didn't exist but I wish it did.

"I wish it did because then maybe it wouldn't be so—" He can't go on.

Maybe it's because there's no words to describe what it means to find out what something was when it's so far in the past you no longer remember, but remember remembering. Maybe it's because the pain he'd buried so deep he almost forgot about it comes back in full force. Maybe it's because he's sobbing so hard the words can't come out.

And that's how it ends.

It doesn't end with "stay gold" and it doesn't end with his English theme. It doesn't end with a roadtrip to the sea so they can spread his ashes and it doesn't end when he's twenty and unhappily married.

It ends sixty years too late. It ends with something as irrelevant as a pair of words. It ends with closure. Closure that comes far too late, but eventually comes.