#and if for some ungodly reason she doesn’t want to leave

[biblicallyaccuratecanine]

i fucking hate him

[gelus-ugs]

The Hashira when they’re jealous

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Prompt: A festival was taking place in a nearby town. You decided to go with ___, figuring that you could use some time off to enjoy yourselves. You decided to temporarily split up, taking interest in different things. While skimming through the different booths, you happened to run into an old friend. You two decided to catch up, not realizing that it seemed as if you were leaving a certain someone behind…

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Gyomei Himejima

I feel like he isn’t jealous per se, but more of feeling left out

He comes up behind you and doesn’t say anything

He doesn’t want to be rude and interrupt your time with your friend, but he doesn’t want to be excluded

You quickly notice him how could you not? he’s a fkin giant 😭 and introduce him to your friend

They talk and get to know each other for a bit before your friend leaves

You two continue to have fun at the festival, hand in hand and not leaving each other for the rest of the time<3

Sanemi Shinazugawa

I just know this man is violent when he’s jealous

He can’t stand how you’re laughing and smiling with your friend. That’s mean to be him

He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest and glaring daggers at your friend

If looks could kill, your friend would be deceased. gone. straight to the morgue.

Your friend quickly gets the message and leaves

And if for some ungodly reason your friend doesn’t and continues talking to you, Sanemi will straight up haul you over his shoulder and walk away

You don’t even get the chance to say goodbye 😭

He doesn’t leave your side after that

And by that, I mean his arm is stuck around your shoulder/ waist. The moment you need your entire body to do/view something, he is right beside/behind you

Obanai Iguro

He’s feeling a bit left out :((

He comes up to you and hugs you from behind

He doesn’t wanna be rude and interrupt your time with your friend, but he wants you to know that he’s there

You take notice and quickly finish your conversation with your friend, bidding them goodbye

Obanai doesn’t leave your side after that, holding your hand the as they two of you enjoy the rest of the festival

Mitsuri Kanroji

Miss ma’am is on the verge of tears

She’s so conflicted on what to do

Part of her wants to go up to you and just take you away

But she knows that’s rude, so she’s contemplating on just staying in her spot and letting you two talk

You quickly notice her though and part ways with your friend, making your way over to her

She’s super happy that you noticed her

She’s radiating with joy and clings onto you for the rest of the time :))

Kyōjurō Rengoku

Dear god-

This man is going to be SO loud

He comes up behind you, his aura so..overwhelming

He smiles at your friend, but it was more of a threatening smile instead of a warm one..

“Ah, hello, friend! I’m sorry to interrupt, but I hope you don’t mind if my partner and I part ways!”

Before your friend could even reply, Rengoku is dragging you off 💀

He stays with you the entire time after that

Muichiro Tokito

He’s just silent

It takes you a hot minute to even realize that he’s beside you

You notice that he’s staring at your friend..hard

When he realizes that he’s caught your attention, he looks at you, then makes a face of boredom

Like this —> 😐

It’s basically his way of saying that he’s ready to leave 😭

He wants to have fun with you at the festival! But your friend is making it impossible >:(

You quickly wrap up your conversation with your friend before parting ways

Muichiro is very happy, he has a lil smile on his face :)

Shinobu Kocho

Miss ma’am is ruthless

She doesn’t give a. fuck.

Basically same as Rengoku. Just calmer..and scarier

She comes up to you and grabs your arm before oh so sweetly smiling at your friend

“Excuse me, my partner and I were enjoying the festival together. I hope you don’t mind if I take them back”

Your friend is definitely threatened..

If they aren’t, they got some balls 😭

Either way, Shinobu drags you away and is holding your hand/arm the rest of the time to make sure you’re by her side

Tengen Uzui

STOP

This man is EVIL

He comes up to you and your friend

“Hello! I’m Tengen Uzui, the partner of this lovely fellow right here. Who might you be?”

Tengen looks at your friend up and down judgmentally

Your friend introduces themselves, and Tengen just rolls his eyes and mumbles something about how unflashy they are

“Well, nice to meet you. My partner and I are gonna get going. We have the rest of the festival to experience!”

You’re hauled over his shoulder and he’s walking away without another word🧍🏾

Tengen + His wives

Suma is definitely whining and pouting

Makio is on more of the pouty and petty side, like “Since they seem to like their friend so much, they should just be with them”

Makio definitely denies she’s jealous though 💀

Tengen is complaining about how unflashy it is to abandon your partners - despite it being his idea to separate and look at the booths on your own for a bit 😭

Hina is the most reasonable out of everyone - that doesn’t mean she isn’t jealous though

The way you laughed and smiled with your friend ticked them off just a bit

Makio is shushing Suma and telling her to ‘woman up’

Hina is trying to calm the two while Tengen is just..staring at you and your friend

How could you not notice these four with the commotion they’re making?

You split with your friend and make your way over to them

Suma is clinging onto you for dear life, crying into your chest

Makio - being her stubborn self - refuses to even look at you

Tengen is questioning why you took so long with your friend

Hina is apologizing on everyone’s behalf 😭

You’re quickly overwhelmed, and the others notice and let go of their jealousy

You all spend the rest of the time together at the festival :)

Giyu Tomioka

Bruh

He just stares at the two of you from afar

He doesn’t even do anything but mope and stare at you, hoping that you’ll notice him

You eventually feel his gaze and turn to look at him

He’s just staring at you like —> 🧍🏼😐

You bid farewell to your friend before walking to Giyu

He quickly grabs ahold of a piece of your clothing

(I like to hc that instead of holding hands in public, Giyu is someone to hold onto your clothes. Like the sleeve of your top or the hem of your shirt)

You smile and continue enjoying the festival with him<3

[adventuringblind]

Baby Daddy

Lestappen x Reader

Genre: Smut

Request: Yes and I did this happily because it came from the best (Would have been happy either way but that just makes it better)

summary: Charles and Max decided to see who can get reader knocked up first.

Warnings: Breeding kink, PinV, vomiting, double penetration, teasing, praising+degrading

Notes: The author liked this one. The author will now be jumping in holy water.

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She wasn’t sure how the conversation started. She knew both boys wanted to start a family, and she was in the height of a baby fever that she can’t escape from. So, asking about it made sense.

Not that they were mad. Of course not. They just couldn’t decided who would be the one to be the biological father.

“I think we should make it a competition.” Max’s smug face makes her pale. It’s never a good sign when he brings up that word.

“Winner gets to choose the order of out last names.” Charles demands. Another argument they’d been having recently.

“What about me?! I’m the one who’s carrying the baby!”

“You can choose where yours goes no matter who wins.”

“Sounds fair to me.” She smiles with satisfaction. At least she knows there is an ungodly amount of good sex coming her way.

~

Three months of trying. She was sore after every race. not for the reasons of her lovers. But because of what they to do her. their competitive spits had yet to falter. Much to her benefit and pleasure.

Six months of trying and she was starting to lose confidence in herself. Her doctor said she’s fine, but it doesn’t stop the stupid thoughts because all three of them want this entirely to much.

A year and she’s given up on thinking about it. They are obviously still trying, but it’s not something that she talks about much anymore. She knows that it takes longer for some and she’s okay with that. She just avoids the subject as much as possible.

~

The night Max wins his second championship title is about how’d you expect it to be. Except for the part where him and Charles are in the corner with the tiniest bit of alcohol in their drinks.

They eye her in that stupid dress she knows they love, dancing rather suggestively with Kika and Lily. She’d been staying away from alcohol as of late so they know she’s not even close to tipsy. Yet the look on her face as she dances could make anyone think she was.

‘I think we should get out of here before we do something stupid.” Suggests Charles without breaking his gaze.

“Like what?”

“Take here right here and now.”

The boys startle her as they drag her away from her friends. She hardly even registers they are in the car going to the hotel. “Did I do something wrong?” The sincerity in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed.

Max leans down to whisper in her ear. “Just thinking about getting this dress off of you."

Charles runs his fingers along her thighs, causing her to shiver. His mouth finds the crook of her neck and lays gentle kisses down to her collar bone.

She feels for the taxi driver. The poor man is subjected to whatever is happening in his back seat.

"Gonna take you home and put a baby in you." The Monegasque moans into her skin. It was making her feel in a way that had her squeezing her legs together.

They continued riling her up the entire way back to their hotel room. Even getting hands in the elevator and in the hall, which was thankfully empty.

Max gets the door to the room open. Then, the two males waste no time litterally ripping the dress off of her. Her clothes are gone in seconds.

Their hands are everywhere she doesn't want them. She's left squirming beneath their hold. Pinned to the bed in a way that leaves her more vulnerable. Every peice of herself exposed to them.

And they know exactly what they're doing.

Max runs a single finger over her slit. "Look, Charlie, I think she wanted this."

"Already so wet for us chéri." Charles moves from where he was attacking her neck down to her tits and attacks them instead. His tongue doing a number on the sensitive area.

Max slips a finger inside of her. To slow for her liking. She tries to buck her hips to get more friction only for Max's unoccupied hand to put more wait on her hips. "This is what you get for teasing us in that dress."

"Mm Maxy, think about how she'd look in the dress all swollen with our child." Charles hands barey touch her stomach, and yet it still has her back arching.

Max jumps off of her and is immediately pulling Charles up with him. He gives her a pointed look and tells her to stay.

And then their hands explore each other. Peeling each piece of clothing off the other in record time.

"If you're trying to get me to cum now to you have an advantage, it's nit going to work." Charles says as Max rolls his eyes and stops any movement he was making.

"I have an idea." Max mumbles.

"That's never a good sign."

"Well fine! I guess you don't want to hear how we could make this even."

The female looks between the two bickering and is interested in what he has to say. But also scared. Scared the she won't be able to walk for a week.

And she's right because soon enough, she is lying back against Charles with his cock inside of her. She can't stop moaning as Max leans over the top of them.

Even. She officially hates that word. And yet here she is being turned on by the fact that both boys will be inside her at the same time. Fingers crossed, they don't rip her open in the process.

"You sure you wanna try this?" Max looks at her for approval, and even with her initial fear, she knows they would never hurt her.

"Just go slow, please."

Max starts slow. Charles bites into her shoulder at the friction of her and Max. She can feel all of his muscles tensing underneath her as Max takes his sweet time pushing into her.

It hurts. She knows it won't in a couple of minutes. But right now, the stretch if it all burns like white hot fire.

When both are in her, they take care to help her relax until her body adjusts to the size. They wipe away her tears as she sinks into their hold.

"So good for us, amour. Taking both of us so beautifully." Charles exhales a breathy moan as if to further prove his point.

"Fuck schat, you look so pretty taking us so well."

And then everything went fuzzy. The friction of the two males was too much. Moving in and out in tandem; perfectly in sync with each other. Her thoughts seemed to be replaced only with them. Their breathing, the sounds, the feeling of skin on skin.

"Dobyou want it, schat? You want us to put a baby in you?"

She can't actually speak properly, but there is definitely a yes that can be heard in her moans.

Their praises are only pushing her closer to her breaking point. "I'm- please- I can't."

She doesn't even have time to warn them. She can't warn them. She can't hear them either. Her nails are buried in their skin.

They spill into her simultaneously. Their bodies are perfectly connected with each other. It feels overwhelming and terribly beautiful. The feeling of them spilling inside of her at the same time.

When they come down from the high is the hard part. Max slides out first, and Charles follows, slowly and gently. They collapse in a heap of exhaustion. The emotional tie and physical tie completely took their energy.

"Do you think maybe this time...?" She trails. Her question weighs on them.

"In time, mon amour. We'll still be here even if it's not."

~

Summer break is a time to recuperate. The three of you are on summer vacation, spending time together on the beach.

That night had been a month a half ago. The female had yet to realize she was late to her cycle. Opting to ignore it and assume she's just messed up for some reason.

The second to last morning of their trip, she woke up feeling absolutely terrible.

She snuck out of bed as quickly as she could without waking the boys who are much heavier sleepers than her anyway.

The nausea feeling was overpowering, and it didn't matter how stealthy she was. They woke up to the sound of her spilling the contents of her stomach.

And then every day after the the point everyone is concerned.

Two months and still no period, she finds herself at the doctors. The boys are back to racing, but with her state, she decided to stay in Monaco.

A decision she was now regretting while having the test from the doctor in her hands.

She is definitely pregnant this time. The paper in her hands says it clear as day.

It is only Friday. She has time to get out to the race to surprise them. And with that idea floating in her head, she calls Pascale.

~

Her and Pascale arrived to the track fifteen minutes into the race. The older woman is making a fuss over her as she tries to jog to the redbull garage. She was in Ferrari last time, and Redbull is closer to her anyway.

Pascale shakes her head as she watches the female slip into hospitality.

~

Max and Charles both made podium. She was absolutely ecstatic and even more so that Christian helped her get to where they would park.

They didn't notice her at first, even doing a double take at her and then each other. Then, with their helmets off, they ran to great her.

Their smiles were so big that she thought they might fall off.

They both attempted to embrace her through the divider, and she was able to slip her test results into the hand of Charles.

They looked at her skeptically before once again, having to leave her.

It wasn't until the cooldown room that they had a chance to look. Charles tentatively unfolds the paper and holds it out on front of him and Max.

The cameras got a lovely picture of the two hugging very tightly despite being 'rivals', and the happy tears from Charles could be made out even through the sweat.

Did it have people looking at the scene a little funny? Yes. She could hear the gasps of disapproval, but she didn't care. The teams know already and gave them the go-ahead over a year ago to make the relationship public.

She watches them with love and adoration.

~

"Definitely mine."

"No way! The baby will look like me!"

She rolls her eyes at the two. "Does it matter?" They look at her with mouths agape.

She is actively holding the paper that determines who wins. The paper that will tell them who the biological father is.

And she rips it.

Because no matter what, they are a family. The boys are looking at her endearingly despite the fact that she just took away their results. Because it doesn't matter. They are making their own little family and they couldn't be happier.

So, the argument of the last name order continues one.

[kooktrash]

where loyalty lies ➢ kim taehyung TEASER

summary: when it comes to the bond that ties people together, it can come in many different forms. maybe you were out of luck choosing who you wanted to be with and who you wanted to love but now you’re stuck choosing one of two brothers. between morals, loyalty, and lies, meeting kim taehyung had to be the biggest test you’ve ever taken.

➢ genre/au: boyfriend’s brother!taehyung x reader [she/her. afab] smut. angst.

➢ 1.1k words

warnings: TBD

“You’re too good for him,” Taehyung’s voice caught you by surprise in the pitch black. It was well past midnight at this point and with your tired haze, you didn’t care to turn the light on when you left Taewon’s bedroom looking for a glass of water.

You could barely make out the sound of his approaching steps and it wasn’t until he flickered on the stove light, that you could see more of him clearly. The small light was easier to adjust your eyes to but for some reason, the warmth of the light made the kitchen feel much smaller now that he was in front of you. You blinked speechlessly, watching as he moved around you to reach for the tea kettle that sat on the counter.

Do you respond?

“I think it’s the other way around,” you said awkwardly, stuck between knowing if this was real or not. How did he expect you to respond? He’s your boyfriend’s brother and still a stranger to you.

“Really?” Taehyung asked, filling the kettle with water as if this was just a regular thing, “How so?”

Your eyes met his and for a moment you couldn’t think straight. He was confusing you in ways you can’t understand at this ungodly hour. You were exhausted and now you were being told and asked things by Taehyung that have you in a whirlwind.

“Y/n!”

Taehyung watched as you wordlessly left him, carrying the glass of water right to Taewon’s room where he couldn’t make out a thing of what was being said. He was well aware of the irony of the situation considering this was his younger brother he was talking about. He should appreciate the fact that his reckless brother was so well taken care of by his partner but he couldn’t. He couldn’t help but let his loyalty fall to you instead.

And he just knew you could do better.

“Y/n,” the call of your name was much more gentle falling from Taehyung’s lips than your boyfriend’s and yet you still jumped, startled by the soft knock on the door.

The door was slightly parted and light seeped out into the hall where he stood giving him a chance to look in. Taewon was currently face down in an empty trash bin, completely out of it as you sat at his side, rubbing his back. You looked at him with a hardened expression, “What?”

You should’ve remained seated and ignored him but you found yourself getting up, leaving Taewon behind as you stepped into the hall, closing the door. Taehyung licked his lips nervously, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything earlier. Your relationship with him has nothing to do with me, but…”

“But?” You pushed him to respond, crossing your arms over your chest in a stance. Taehyung stayed silent, looking at you unsure what to say that would make things better but he couldn’t think. All he could think about is stalling your departure back to Taewon’s bedroom, “Are you spending the night?”

“No,” you said with a sigh, checking the time on your phone.

“At this hour? No, stay, or…” Taehyung cleared his throat, “I’ll take you home.”

“It’s alright, I’ll just call a cab,” you told him, turning back to Taewon’s room. Taehyung didn’t say anything as he watched you leave, he couldn’t push too hard, it wasn’t right. He was telling himself he just offered for your sake but in reality he just wants a moment with you.

He’s well aware how wrong it is to harbor any sort of feeling toward you considering you were dating his brother but he can’t help it. It’s like, knowing he can’t have you just makes him want you more. In his defense, he really doesn’t think Taewon deserves someone like you. You’re better than any girl he’s ever been with and he doesn’t prioritize you how Taehyung knows he would. How is it fair that his reckless, immature brother gets someone like you while Taehyung has no one?

Taewon’s bedroom reeked of a mixture of alcohol and spit up that had you wanting to gag when you stepped in. You’re not sure what happened tonight that made him drink past his limit or why he hadn’t bothered telling you at all. You don’t care if he goes out with his friends, he can do whatever he wants but the least he could do is let you know. Instead you’re at home trying to sleep when he calls you up at midnight, drunk out of his mind, and begging you to pick him up. Honestly, it was kind of bullshit because you knew he wouldn’t leave his place in the middle of the night to go take care of you. He wouldn’t have bothered to answer your calls either.

You blamed it on the fact that he was clearly regretting whatever decisions he made, you were annoyed he had no considerations for you. All week you’ve been talking about the project you have to prepare for and yet he still decided to call you the night of and beg you to go get him. Now it’s nearly 2:00am, and not a single Uber was around your area on a Sunday night.

With a defeated sigh, you ran your fingers through your hair trying to push the thought of sleep out of mind while you thought of what to do. You could easily just sleep over but you didn’t have any of your things for tomorrow and you would have to stop home either way. That meant you would still have to wake up earlier, go to your apartment, get ready, and get to work.

Taewon didn’t seem to think about you at all and that you could so easily tell by the way he snored loudly, completely knocked out and sleeping off the alcohol. You didn’t want to sleep next to him right now even if that was your only choice, so you hesitantly got up from his bed, gathered what little you brought with you and left his room.

The apartment had gone back to black once Taehyung was out of the kitchen and even the crack under his door failed to give sign of any light and it had you stopping, debating if you should take him up on his offer. It was better than having to find a cab or worse, walk, but it was still awkward for you.

He wasn’t asleep, he had given up on that a while ago and he had been able to make out the sound of your light footsteps quite easily so when you knocked against his door, he was right there waiting. It was hard to see you in the darkness but your soft scent of lavender told him just how close you stood before him and he’s ashamed at the way his heart quickened.

“Is your offer to take me home still on the table?” You sounded nervous [uncomfortable maybe?] and yet he was sighing in relief. You couldn’t see the soft smile he gave you as he said, “Let me get shoes on.”

::.

soooooo yall won the poll and got the teaser 🙄now I fr gotta finish this soon lol. I swear it’s coming I haven’t written a Taehyung in so long but I’ve been in a Tae mood like crazyyyyy

this will be an infidelity fic !!!! and no oc slander bc I’ll fight u

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[eternally-racing]

blind spot | lando norris (+ logan)

genre: angst (maybe fluff if you squint)

pairing: lando x reader and some logan x reader

wc: 1.7k

warnings: none

summary: at the end of season party, feelings and frustrations seem to spill over for Lando when he spots you with another driver.

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It’s the post race party in Abu Dhabi and there’s a certain lightness filling the room. No matter whether this was a good season or a bad season for each driver, it was done and that alone was reason enough to celebrate. 

You’re used to spending the races you get to watch in McLaren hospitality thanks to your lifelong friendship with Lando. He says you’re his good luck charm, so even on weekends where you can’t make the travel work out you still find yourself up at ungodly hours in the morning to cheer him on. It’s been nice that being friends with Lando has allowed you to make friends with some of the other guys on the grid, like George and Alex, but you haven’t really put yourself out there at all. You’re here for your best friend, so you make good on your promises to stick next to him all throughout the race weekend. 

Today is an exception though, as Max has dragged Lando up to the DJ booth with him and there’s only so long you can spend right in front of the speakers before you get a headache. He hasn’t noticed your absence but that’s unsurprising to you - the club is the one place where you and Lando seem to really have your differences. He lives for the energy; the big crowds, the loud music, the people, while you’d rather get drunk on a bottle of wine at home while watching an old movie if you had the choice. For a minute, you consider leaving Lando behind to do exactly that, but you can see his smile even from across the room and you would hate to accidentally take that away from him. Instead, you figure if you’re going to be here longer, another drink from the bar wouldn’t hurt. You’re swirling your straw around in your drink while sitting at the bar, feeling the bass pound through your seat as you take in the sights of all the drivers and their friends roaming around. It’s nice to see them all that free, and you don’t notice a familiar duo on the grid creep up on you until you feel a tap on your shoulder. 

“Oh hey Y/N, I wanted to introduce you to Logan, my teammate,” is what Alex says casually to you over the music roaring through the club.  There’s suddenly a dirty-blonde haired boy in front of you with a charming smile, and something about him makes your heart race. He reaches his hand out to greet you and you can feel your cheeks warm up, and you don’t think it’s from the vodka cran that you’re holding onto. 

You and Logan get along like two drops of water as you find yourself settling into a booth with just him for the night. You talk about your families, your favorite tv shows, your deepest hopes and regrets. It’s been a while since you’ve ever connected with someone like this. It’s like when he looks at you he really sees you, which is something you’ve always wished for from someone else. The two of you are in your own world as you’re chatting away, so much to the point that you don’t notice a familiar curly haired boy approach your booth. 

“Time to go Y/N, you’re drunk.” 

Lando leans onto the table with both hands and you can see the way that he’s staring at you that he’s dead serious, the only thing is you’re not sure why.  You offer him a smile as you reply back to him.

“I’m fine with Logan, thank you though.” 

There’s a painfully awkward silence falling over you three. Lando doesn’t accept no for an answer, and he’s already reaching for your wrist to pull you up to him. It starts to frustrate you because you’re nowhere near drunk and Lando knows that too. Drunk Y/N would be dancing up on a table pounding back shots of tequila, definitely not sitting here chatting with a really nice guy. You stop Lando by placing a hand over his and he looks up in shock at your actions. 

“She said she’s good, mate.” Logan interjects firmly from the other side of you, and even you tense up knowing that Lando is not going to like that tone. 

Lando doesn’t even look Logan in the eye and is staring directly at you. You mouth “what are you doing” to him while he keeps staring you down like you’ve committed a crime. 

“You don’t wanna start this Sargeant, I promise you that.” Lando curses, his eyes still never leaving yours.

Lando’s statement has you clenching your jaw and your mind is spinning as you try to interpret it. In the short time you’ve spoken to Logan you’ve learned a lot about him - he was kind, thoughtful, and already felt like an outsider on the grid, so there was absolutely no reason for Lando to be acting like your bodyguard against him right now. 

The pacifist in you just wants this whole interaction to be over, so you go to pick up your purse and give Logan a look that says “sorry, I have no idea what he’s doing” before you stand up to join your best friend. Lando was someone you could never say no to, no matter how hard you tried. 

Logan offers the man a tight lipped smile before bringing his drink to his lips. Your heart hurts knowing that he already struggles with making friends on the grid and you’re sure that spending tonight with him hasn’t helped that at all. Lando’s going to hear it from you, for sure, you’re just hoping you can keep it in until you both get back to the hotel. 

Lando doesn’t spare another glance to you while you’re rummaging through the contents of your purse, and you keep your distance from him too. His jaw is still clenched like it would be after a bad race, only this time you don’t want to reach out to caress his cheek to help him. Lando fucked up tonight, and maybe you did too but the frustration of everything was becoming too much.

It’s when Lando turns back to get the last word in and says “stay away from my girl” do you finally lose it. 

You scoff “your girl?? I wasn’t your girl when you were doing body shots off that girl in the corner 20 minutes ago.” Suddenly you’re breathing heavily as you’re staring back at Lando with an equally angry look. This season has made you feel one thing - you may be Lando’s best friend but you’ll never be his girl, so hearing those words echoed back at you made you see red, knowing that Lando didn’t feel the same way. 

When your voices start to elevate further Logan quietly excuses himself from the situation when he realizes that it’s much bigger than just Lando being pissed at him for talking to you tonight, and neither of you even seem to notice as you’re too busy flinging words at each other. 

There’s a certain fire behind Lando’s eyes and an emotion you can’t quite place. You two have argued of course, but over stupid things like what type of takeout you were gonna get and who would have to take out the garbage. But you’ve never yelled at each other like this. 

“Why are you doing this, Lando?” your voice is laced with exasperation and you still can’t even look him in the eye. 

“It’s for your own good, you don’t get it” 

You mumble under your breath that you can see good or bad for yourself completely fine, something that has Lando rolling his eyes as he tightens his hold on your wrist.

“I”m not the one who doesn’t get it. You think you know everything. But news flash Norris, you don’t” 

You only use Lando’s last name when you’re in a bad mood, and it’s an immediate indicator for the curly haired man that you’re picking a fight. It’s a miracle nobody has noticed the two of you arguing as he’s basically dragging you through the crowds of people on the dance floor like you’re a little kid being put in timeout. Maybe you could never hate Lando, but man do you really dislike him at this moment. 

“I can name anything about you Y/N - favorite color, favorite food, favorite movie, try me.” 

You can tell he’s dead serious as he stops in his tracks and turns back to face you. He’s not moving until you answer his challenge, so you give in to his request begrudgingly with some rapid fire questions. You have to admit that he answers your questions almost expertly - nailing all of them. There’s one question he’s bound to get wrong, and  somehow the words that have been stuck on your tongue for so long finally slip out and hit the curly haired boy in front of you.

“What about the fact that the ENTIRE grid can tell that I’m in love with you and the only person who doesn’t get it is you -  did you know that, Lando?” 

The look on Lando’s face as you say it tells you everything you need to know. Of course he had no idea, he never looked as closely at you as you did to him. He’s stuttering and mumbling his words and you don’t have the patience to listen to him be flustered over this. Or maybe it’s that you don’t want to hear him reject you for real. 

“You don’t need to say anything.” You say firmly “you’ve made it abundantly clear over the last year about how you feel.” Around you the crowd doesn’t seem to pay any attention to your spat and that’s the most reprieve you’ll be able to get out of this situation. 

“I’m leaving, Lando.” you sigh and your voice cracks slightly  “and don’t you dare think of following me” 

It all seems to happen so fast. It’s a long, sad, empty Uber ride back to the hotel as you try to hold in your tears in the backseat. You know you told him no, but a part of you wishes that Lando would’ve fought for you, that he would’ve followed you out into the rain and you both could’ve made up right then and there. But life isn’t a movie, and 

that’s become evidently clear on this drive. 

It’s only once you’re cocooned under your blankets that you have the courage to finally check your phone. There’s only 1 message on your home screen…

And you hate yourself for it, but it’s not from the boy you wanted it to be.

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author's note: honestly im not 100% happy with this piece and i don't can't exactly pinpoint why, but i wanted to share it with you all anyways in hopes that someone enjoys it! i'll keep working on making even better fics in the future :) Until next time! - Em <3

[ravenromanova]

Just one night

Pairings: Natasha x Ex girlfriend reader

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!!!!! Mommy kink, fingering, oral, thigh riding, squirting, clit play, nipple play. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18+!!!!!!!!!!! (Fluff, Smut, Happy ending)

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From the moment you walked into the room her emerald eyes were on you. She drank in the way you looked in the black dress that clung to your body in all the right ways. You were obviously oblivious to her staring as you sauntered your way across the event. Luckily for her you both were forced to come to this event tonight since it was for the avengers.

Stark held a fundraiser for the team once a year so the team can get funding and make nice with the government officials. So fortunately for the redheaded assassin you were forced to be in close proximity to her for the evening. She watched as you walked to the bar chatting up one of the senators of new york. You smiled brightly at the older woman who was talking your ear off about god knows what.

Natasha waited a few minutes for the senator to leave before she walked up next you. “A vodka martini please” She said to the bartender causing you to turn your head in her direction.

”Hi darling“ Her smooth voice echoes through your ears. You could tell by the look on her face she had some kind of mischievous plan for the night.

“Hi tasha” You said as you took a sip from your cocktail and raised your brow to her. The sound of your voice instantly brought a smile to her face.

“Did you come here with someone?” She asked a little hesitantly as she sipped her drink.

“Do you really think id subject someone else to this craziness?” You motion to around the room that’s filled with your drunk teammates.

Natasha laughed a little at your statement. “Well i guess that’s true” She shrugged. “But at least we ran into each other”

“I have a very strong feeling that you planned to run into me” You responded with a smirk causing her to let out a breathy chuckle.

“Well i guess thats somewhat true. Maybe i just wanted to see my girl” Nat said taking a long sip from her drink.

“Last time i checked we broke up” Your words made her frown slightly. She recalled the day you two broke up and it made her heart break even more.

“Doesn’t mean you aren’t mine.” The words sent a chill down your spine and you softly smiled at her.

“Ever the charmer tasha. But im assuming you have something up your sleeve?” You asked and the redhead just smiled her devilish smile.

“More so a proposition” She started as she tapped her finger against the bar. “It’s been a while since i’ve uh been with someone. And i know from my many sources that you haven’t either. So my proposal is that for just tonight me and you forget about the reasons we broke up and just be together again.” Her words make you feel a a little dizzy as she speaks.

You take a few moments to process her words before you finally make a decision. “Just one night?” You asked raising your eyebrow at her before sipping your drink and then ordering another one.

“Just one night” She said sticking out her pinky so you know she’s serious. You smiled at her before you wrapped your pinky around hers.

That’s how you ended up here. Splayed out on her mattress in her room at the compound. Your clothes are partially removed as Natasha is leaving red marks on your neck and chest.

“God i’ve missed you” She admits kissing below your ear making you moan a little.

“Ive missed you too” You confess breathlessly as she moves to unclasp your bra. When her eyes land on your exposed chest her mouth instantly waters. Her lips them circle around your nipple and she starts to suck harshly loving the way you moan for her.

Natasha spends an ungodly amount of time playing with your nipples like she’s never played with them before… granted it’s been six months but it felt like a lifetime to her. So she spent extra time tweaking, pinching and sucking on them like she’s done many times before.

“Please mommy… i-i need you” You beg clawing at her smooth pale skin. Natasha chuckles at your lack of patience before she kisses down your stomach and stops and the hem of your panties.

“Oh kotenok how i’ve missed your begging” She says kissing along the hem of your panties before she slides them down your legs. Once she removes them she takes a moment to appreciate your dripping pussy thats on display for her.

“Fuck i’ve missed you” She continues her words of affirmation as she kisses you inner thighs lightly before diving into your core. Her tongue darts out passed her lips and she licks a stripe along your pussy causing you to mewl in response.

Natasha laps at you like woman starved and gets lost in the way you taste. Your hands fly to her hair and you hold onto her with a strong grip feeling the coil in your stomach build.

“Oh fuck yes mommy” You moan out feeling yourself get closer by the second. Natasha takes your moans as her sign to stick two of her thick and long fingers into you.

“OH FUCK!” You scream out as you feel her fingers fill you up. She smirks she sets a medium pace being careful not to hurt you. Her fingers graze the sweet spot inside and you end up on her fingers and tongue.

“God i love the way you taste baby” She praises bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking off your juices with a delighted moan. Natasha wasnt done with you yet though after she licked her fingers she went back to eat your pussy again.

Your back arched off the bed when she wrapped her lips around your clit and started sucking again. “OH MY GOD” You moaned gripping the sheets for support. Natasha just hummed in response getting lost in your sounds and taste. As she was eating you all you could think about was how much you missed her and never wanted this to end.

You two broke up amicably for multiple reasons the main one being the fact that there just wasnt enough communication. And with you two being Avengers the non communication turned into sloppy missions and arguments which led to the end. But in the end you both missed each other more than either of you wanted to admit.

“Cum for me detka” She said harshly sucking on your clit bringing you out of your thoughts. Her words along with a particularly harsh suck you ended up squirting all over the bed.

“O-Oh my god” You whisper breathlessly as you move the hair from your face. Natasha made her way back up to your face and gently cupped your cheek.

“Ive missed you so much” She whispers pulling you in for a passionate kiss. “I lied… I dont want this to be just for one night”

“Me neither” You confessed moving your hands to her waist and positioning her on your thigh. She raised an eyebrow at you before she got the hint and removed her clothes and sat back down in your thigh.

Your hands gripped her hips and you locked eyes with her and pushed her dripping core onto your thigh. She let out a breathy moan at the contact of your cool thigh against her warm core. Her hands went straight to your chest so she could have something to hold onto as she slowly lost her composure.

Natasha could feel her orgasm creep up on her as she grinded against your thigh. And when you tensed up your thigh under her she let go all over your thigh making you smile.

“Ive missed that” You say chuckling a little making her smile. She slowly got off your thigh and you marveled at the sight of her juices on your thigh. Once she laid down on the bed you laid on her chest as you tried to catch your breath.

“I want us to try again” She whispered in your ear as she kissed your head.

“We were already back together from the second you made your proposition” You confessed. Natasha smiled and kissed you again before she grabbed a towel to clean the both of you off. When she returned she cleaned you and then herself off before laying back down next to you.

“Sleep now my love” She whispered in your ear as well as wrapping her arms around you and bringing you closer to her as much as possible.

Soon you booth drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Yes there was still a lot to talk about but as for now you were going to relish in the bliss that is Natasha Romanoff.

~The end~

A/n i know this was kinda rushed but i really wanted to post something for yall so i hope you liked it :)

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Ok vampire hunter!König is hot but how about vampire!Engel with vampire!König who seduced and turned her?

König is the meanest vampire there is.

He never lets his angel become an independent, strong creature of the night; instead, he keeps her in his tower and “teaches” her, telling her she must never venture out because the world is a dangerous place and mortals are more cunning than she can even imagine, and Engel, poor fresh young fledgling that she is, just looks up at him wide-eyed and lips drawn into a thin line and believes everything he says.

And so there’s really no one to tell her that König is shunned by all the other vampires: he has a reputation, he’s more feral than any of them and always keeps to himself, never comes to the balls or burdens himself with the need to charm anyone or even dress properly, he’s like a relic from the past when vampires had to scour their meal from wherever they could get it, filthy docks or poor cottages in the hills, bothering lowly peasants whose blood tastes like dung. König lives in a time of war even though there’s peace now, and plenty of good blood to feast on, he has even killed some of his own – Engel really doesn’t know the full depth of the trouble she’s in... She couldn’t have bumped into a more unfit, berserk, depraved sire.

He always picks her meal for her: always fragile, meek women, dragged to the tower screaming and pale and filled with fear and horror: and he doesn’t even let her feed alone because he likes to watch. No one tells her that this isn’t supposed to happen: that a lamia’s meal is a sacred ritual, it's between her and the sacrificial lamb, and it's also a moment when a vampire is at her most vulnerable... But no: König watches her like a mortal would watch pornography or an obscene play, and Engel thinks it’s perfectly normal, she just wants to please her master, as difficult and hard as it is to do so at times.

And sometimes she feels this odd yearning – she was such a cute, well-behaved mortal, she had her whole life ahead of her, she never did anything wrong, and she never asked to be turned... (yes Engel keep telling yourself that) She just wanted to talk to this mysterious highwayman who walked her home when she got lost in the woods, who gave her the most intense hand-kiss she had ever received and after that, left her a blood-red rose on her windowsill every night... And now she finds herself here, in this ungodly tower with a monster – a monster she hopelessly loves and adores.

Sometimes the need to feed grows too strong and she floats down the stairs, helpless and weak, only to be met with König’s imperious form as he opens the heavy oak door and immediately catches on to what’s going on. His heavenly angel was about to disobey him; clearly, she doesn’t yet understand the danger she’s in (in truth König is getting pale even at the thought of her finding some other mentor, were Engel to leave him he would crawl into his coffin and never come out again).

So into the coffin she goes, without breakfast, and has to stay there alone until he's sharpened his knives. Only when dawn is already about to break, only after the sturdy old pine box echoes with her pitiful little whimpers, König finally joins her, gathers Engel in his arms, asks her if she has learned her lesson now, hmm? She must understand that this is for her own good: he’s just ensuring that nothing bad happens to her. After all, she's his responsibility; it was fated that they met. She’s exactly where she belongs; she has nothing to fear.

Then he feeds her himself: another taboo and a perverse act of him, and even sicker than anyone could ever imagine because König pushes them both to their limits, getting lewd pleasure out of Engel drinking from him until he's near the point of going into rigor mortis, groaning that she needs to stop (secretly wishing she wouldn’t… Not just yet…)

And König never tells her that their kind is supposed to sleep in their own coffins for a variety of reasons. He allows her to sleep in his, never even gets her her own, getting sick satisfaction from the way she curls up and clings to him like a pathetic, helpless human.

The only things he gets her are stunning, gorgeously large white dresses: pompous and flowy and frilly and so heavy she can’t possibly even dream of escaping while wearing those. The only time there’s a slightly more benevolent look in those piercing cold blue eyes is when Engel laughs and spins around in them, fresh blood on her lips, eyes outshining all the night stars...

She’s truly the most innocent, beautiful creature he has ever seen. He almost feels… what was it that mortals called it?

Ah, yes. Love.

[witchthewriter]

𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄.

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros.  Word Count: 1k Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, drugs...usual sons of anarchy malarchy - you know the drill

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

The night wasn’t supposed to go like this. Sure, you’d seen some stuff throughout your job working with Skeeter, and therefore the Sons, but this … this really took the cake.

  “How the fuck am I meant to burn all this within the next two hours?” You snapped, looking at the blond-haired Prince of Charming.

See, most people wouldn’t get away with talking to him like that. Especially after the death of his wife, but what he was asking for was delusion at best.

 Jax considered lighting up a cigarette, one of the only things keeping him sane these past few weeks. But his consideration for you was bigger than you knew.

   “I know it’s asking a lot-“

You cut him off with a sigh. And then the door jingled, and you knew you were about to be surrounded by Sons.

    “How’s it goin’ in ‘ere?” The well-known accent still sent shivers down your spine. Chibs Telford could always make you blush, even if you didn’t feel as attracted to him as … someone else.

  “It’s going absolutely fine,” you grunted, moving to get the phone to call Skeeter. In any other circumstance a person reaching for a phone would set the Sons off, but not with you. Not now, anyhow.

 The first time you interacted with the group of bikers on your own, you had about four different guns aimed at you. But for some reason… for some ungodly reasons, you just. Weren’t. Scared. Not then, and not now.

  “Zo doesn’t think she can do it all tonight,” Jax replied to the Scotsman, his arms folding in front of him.

   “Oh- I did not say that.” He had dangled the bait and you jumped straight for it.

“We’ll double yer usual price lass,” Chibs interjected, knowing the argument that was about to ensue.

Your eyes flicked to Jax and you scowled, “you could’ve started with that.” Pushing the end of call button, you shoved the phone into your back pocket and shook your head.

  “I was getting to it…” he replied, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

Nose flaring you said, “bring it around back.”

                                                            ✶ ✶ ✶

 You had gotten used to the stench of the crematorium. Probably not a good thing, but hey, with the pay being as good as this, you really couldn’t complain. Funnily enough, working with the Sons – you thought they’d be horrible. But they had always treated you well (once they trusted you).

Many others couldn’t say the same, but you knew you were always safe when they were around. The men each looked out for you in their own ways. Chibs brought food with him whenever you’d get a call at three in the morning to come to the crematorium.

 Tig’s offering being some sort of drug; Xanax, weed, oxy. He asked if you wanted a dog once.

Happy was usually the one to stay later than the rest, to make sure you locked the place up and got to your car. He’s actually brought you some of his mother’s homemade meals.

 Jax was different though. Always the first there and the first to leave, like being near you was difficult. Especially after Tara’s death. You had no idea but you reminded him of her in many ways. Headstrong. Stubborn. And your hair colour was very similar. It was a punch in the gut to see you. And it wasn’t just because of that. Even when he was married his thoughts drifted to you. It was wrong, he knew that. And that’s why now he felt even more guilty.

  Out in the cold night air, the Scotsman gave you the fat envelope. The carpark was deserted, save for the motorcycles and your own car. That was another thing you had gotten used to, the eeriness of it all. Getting in your car and driving down here in the early hours of the morning. What some would call the witching hours.

   You didn’t believe in the supernatural. Because if you did, then every noise, every moved object and creaking door would give you a heart attack. Most days you worked alone here, Skeeter entrusting you to do his services. He popped in for a few hours every week, and he wasn’t that bad of a boss. Creepy? Yes, but not in a I’m-a-woman-you-make-me-feel-uncomfortable type of way. He just had an air of unearthliness about him.  

Since being the go between with the Sons and Skeeter, you had earnt their trust indefinitely.

 The Sons heaved the bodies onto stretchers and wheeled them in through the back door. The fire had begun to swell and swell, making everyone who came near start to sweat. When Tig and Chibs saw that every piece of evidence was inside, they jumped on their bikes and left. Not before giving you a swift kiss on the cheek.

 Inside, you had on your gear and made sure every piece of … what needed to be incinerated, was. It never got old, watching those hungry flames take their next victim. Eat them up and beg for more. Like a tiger in a zoo, the fire took whatever it could and hissed at whatever came near.

You looked at the clock that hung above the doorway, 4:35am. Your eyes stung, and you blinked a few times but it barely helped. Even with your goggles on, the smoke crept outwards whenever you opened the door.

 Registering the time, you realised they had arrived an hour and thirty-five minutes ago, and a small part of you wanted the time to go over two hours. Just so you could wave it in Jax’s face. Was that cruel? You thought, but you shook your head and turned to close the door on the last body.

   Shucking off your gear, you turned off the lights and locked each room you walked past. You knew Happy would be waiting outside. Grabbing your bag, you walked out the back door and locked that too.

  “And you said it was impossible…” Jax’s voice drawled, with a lit cigarette in his hand.  

You jumped, not expecting the proximity of another human being. Usually, Happy just sat on his bike, or on the bench inside.

  “Good thing I get paid either way,” you retorted, trying to gather yourself from the scare. But you saw the way Jax’s eyes lit up as he looked at you.

[angelsworks]

hi can you make headcanons about yandere Elijah mikaelson

Yandere! Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Type: Headcannon

Requested: Yes

Summary: what Elijah Mikaelson would be like as a yandere

Warnings: Mature 18 +, adult themes, mentions of spanking, sexual themes, controlling relationship, yandere themes.

• Out if all his siblings Elijah is viewed as the most Nobel. The one with the moral compass that actually had a point. The one that can be reasoned with.

• All it’s done is build a sense of entitlement within him. In his mind all the years of suffering and being good, even where it inconveniences him, has earned him this ticket. This get of jail free card. This second chance.

•And he’s choosing to use it on you.

• He doesn’t care who you are. Scooby gang, innocent bystander, witch, werewolf, vampire. You are now his.

• You are his reward for being so good.

• Or at least that’s how he sees it

• At first he tries to court you the normal way. With flowers and dates and compliments. All the while his impatience is eating a hole in him.

• If you don’t let him court you - for some ungodly reason - he’ll resort to doing it the undignified way.

•In a house away from the world, he’ll keep you.

•You’ll live together (unwillingly on your part). Elijah acts unfazed by the circumstances that have brought you here and pretends instead that you’re finally a couple and have just moved in.

•He provides you with all you could ever want. Jewellery, books, clothes, beauty products. Just not the one thing you crave. Freedom

•It’ll get to a point where all your defiance has run it’s course with him. He stops being so nice to you and gives into his other side. The original vampire side. This side he hides under all that good.

•He’ll start forcing intimacy between the two of you. Whether that’s you sitting on his lap at every occasion, you sleeping together, you breathing together. Soon you’ll feel like the two of you are attached at the hip.

• He’ll stomp out your defiance with his punishments. He’s not above taking you over his knee or putting you in a corner to think about your actions.

•All quite tame of course in comparison to some of his harsher ones. He saves those for when you’ve really messed up. Like if you try to escape, or involve his siblings.

•His eventual aim is to get you so dependent on him that you’ve got no where else to go. Well you haven’t got anywhere else to go. You’ve been kidnapped.

•Later on down the line, maybe this is a year or two later, he’ll turn you into a vampire. If you aren’t one already that is. He needs you to be with him for the rest of your lives.

•It gives him a chance to further break you down. If you aren’t already broken.

•Only he can teach you about being a vampire and protect you from the sunlight.

•He compels you to never leave his side. For your safety of course.

•On the NSFW side of things, he’s a simple man.

•He’s not deluded enough to think you’d want to explore things with him. So he keeps it simple. It’s often him starting things off.

• While living alone he takes you everywhere; kitchen, Libary, bathroom, even outside.

•If you were to move back in with his siblings he might have to tone it down a bit. Of course it doesn’t stop him.

•If you get embarrassed he’ll just compel you not to feel that way.

•In a way he’s become a God over you. You’re like Eve before she eats the fruit. Unashamed of her nakedness and oblivious to the outside world.

•Your only companion is him. He’s made sure of it. Any loved ones you had have grown old and died. Or the ones that wouldn’t stop looking for you have died due to natural causes

•You’ll learn to love life with Elijah. As soon as you do things get a lot better for you. You don’t need to worry about money anymore or anything for that matter. All your needs are provided for by Elijah. All he asks for in return is you.

•For you to give yourself to him entirely. Body, soul and mind.

•After all, he has earned it

[softlymaximoff]

Chubby Wanda being insecure with her body when young girls wearing short skirts and crop tops would want to take a photo with her wifey Natasha. :(((

“Mrs Romanoff can we take a picture?! My friends don’t believe me when I say you’ve still got a bangin body!” An obnoxious teenager squealed excitedly as her and ~what seemed to be~ a younger sibling approached the pair. “Well Steve doesn’t make us wakeup at ungodly hours for no reason” the widow chuckled as she got into a standard pose for the camera pulling her wife along with her.

“Um actually Mrs Romanoff, can we just have you? Sorry I’ve just been a fan for a really long time and well you know, you’re kind of the ‘it girl’, sorry Mrs Maximof, no hard feelings right? You get what I mean? Your wife’s body is bangin” the teen rambled on with a slightly smug tone and instead of wanting to rip the teen’s head off for sexualising her wife, Wanda just looked away and sighed. “Yeah no hard feelings” She lied straight through her teeth and wiggled out of Natasha’s ever so slightly tightening grip. Natasha saw the shift. She saw the hurt. She saw the lie. She was a spy for gods sake!

“Wanda-” the spy went to comfort the newer avenger but Wanda just shook her head and held the phone up ready to take the photo. “Pose Natasha” she whispered shakily and snapped a few photos, handing the phone back over to the youngsters. “Thank you so much! Oh I cant wait to show everyone! The way you pulled your wife Wanda my god, must have been a drunken night. How could anyone pull The Black Widow” the two fans walked off leaving a fuming Nat and an anxious Wanda.

“Nat drop it they were young. It’s fine they say thing they don’t mean” the witch mumbled and grabbed Nat’s hand to continue their small walk in the park. “I cant just drop that Wanda! They literally talked down on you as if you weren’t there and you’re just gonna stand there?!” The red head pulled her hand out of Wanda’s hold and glared at direction the teens went. “Nat please, just drop it it’s okay. I’ll pick up a few training session if I have to” Wanda smiled half heartedly and Natasha sighed. “You know as much as I don’t agree with ANYTHING they said, I can think of a few other ways to burn some energy?” Natasha smiled cheekily and roped Wanda in letting all her frustration out into bruising kiss, earning a surprised squeak from the ginger. “We’re going home and you’re gonna be shown just how much I love your body”

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Trials and Defibrillations (5)

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Jonathan Crane would like to say, for the record, that he did not usually stalk people.

Now, admittedly, this isn’t the kind of thing you would, typically, have to disclaim, but… well, he was currently following someone home, and he would like to say: hey, leave him alone, this is a special case.

You see, the person he was currently stalking was a fucking freak of nature and he needed to know more. For scientific reasons.

... also for Evil Reasons.

After all, Marinette had shown herself to have healing abilities. This, on its own, might not have been worthy of fanfare, until you consider that she seemed not to care all that much about things like literally getting shot in the head. Just how powerful was she? Could she reverse death? Even her own?

Every weird thing that he had learned about the girl over the few times he had had the misfortune of speaking to her was coming together to paint a very clear picture.

She was a meta with, frankly, ungodly healing powers.

It explained why she hadn’t blinked at the gun being pointed at her head. No need to wonder why she had been so good at patching him up that one time despite her lack of medical experience, there was probably an instinctual element involved. It made sense now why she was so interested in the chemicals he developed – he would be wondering if chemical weapons would make healing powers less effective, too, if he were in her shoes (he wasn't even in her shoes and he was already wondering it).

Frankly, he felt stupid for even taking this long to realize.

But he was determined to make up for lost time.

By following her to her home so he could get her on his payroll By Any Means Necessary.

‘But Jonathan, she already took you to her house once, why do you need her to lead you there?’ you may ask. To which he would say fuck off, he doesn’t make a habit of learning random people’s addresses. Like he said – he’s not a stalker.

Ignore what he is doing right now. He is a Rogue and he can do what he wants. And what he wants right now is to pay this random meta to heal him after particularly painful battles. Batman may not kill people, but sometimes getting his knee kicked in by a furry on a Tuesday afternoon was worse than death. And, besides, the bats’ No Kill Rule didn’t go for the rest of Gotham, who generally didn’t like Jonathan all that much, for some reason. So, yeah, getting a healer on board would be great.

Unfortunately, she does not seem that interested in talking to him now that he knew her secret, probably because she thought that he would perform unethical experiments on her or something (which, to be fair, he would do if he wasn’t pretty sure she could beat his ass on sheer willpower alone thanks to the unfair advantage that was getting to heal at any time... and, even then, he was still considering it heavily). She was surprisingly good at avoiding him. Every time he tried to approach her in public, she disappeared so fast that, had he not known her power set already, he would have assumed she could teleport or, at the very least, shapeshift.

Her ability to completely disappear was nothing more than a minor (albeit very annoying) inconvenience, though, because she has two weaknesses:

Firstly, her mysterious roommate, Adrien – a person who was, by all accounts, a normal guy. A good person, even, judging by his status as an EMT. And most good people are super boring and therefore aren’t all that fond of the idea of their friend and/or roommate being in cahoots with Rogues. She had proven that during their first meeting, when she had stressed to Jonathan that her roommate could not know who he is. This meant blackmail was definitely on the table. Which was great! Because Jonathan loves blackmailing people, sometimes you don’t even have to pay them!

Her other weakness was that, while she certainly wasn’t poor enough to fit in among all of his usual henchmen, she wasn’t rich, either. And, if you aren’t rich, it is actually very difficult to uproot your entire life on a whim. Especially when she was as established in Gotham as she was. She attended college and rented an apartment and, assumedly, had friends (though he had yet to see proof of them, which made sense, he was glad to know he wasn’t the only one put off by her general… vibes). All of this meant she would be unlikely to simply move away. If he had to wear her down over time, then that was what he would do.

So, when he found her apartment again, he was happy to say that he knew she would not be leaving anytime soon.

This isn’t a set up for a joke where he comes back in a week to find all evidence of her scrubbed from the apartment. He was just very proud of his stalker abilities. He may not be one professionally or anything, but he’d be good at it if he was.

Okay, well, remember when he said he wasn’t a professional stalker? He would hope so, considering this was one sentence ago.

The point is, he made an amateur mistake.

While he had included Adrien in his plans, he hadn’t really accounted for him to be… in the place that he lived.

So, when Jonathan, having made himself comfortable on their couch once again, a classic Gotham gas mask over the bottom half of his face solely because he had been working with chemicals earlier and didn’t feel the need to take it off after, he was blindsided to find two people walking through the door.

“ – still don’t get it. Yeah, ‘to get to the other side’ is a lame punchline, but it’s a lame punchline. Why is it funny?” Marinette asked as she stepped through the door, her eyes just barely gleaming with amusement, suggesting that she was just messing with her unfortunate roommate.

Adrien seemed to know this, but he still looked like he was going to strangle her to make her shut up. Luckily for her (and unluckily for Jonathan, who had wanted to see whether his ‘unable to die’ theory would be proven correct), he was quickly distracted by the person sitting on their couch.

Neither person looked all that concerned about the stranger who had broken into their house. Just confused.

“It’s funny because it subverts your expectations,” Jonathan offered his answer.

Not that either of them seemed to care about his opinion right now.

“Marinette. There’s a man on our couch.”

Wow. Deja vu.

“How does this keep happen – wait, are you cheating on me?!” Adrien gasped. “After all we’ve been through?! Don’t you know that cheating is, like, wrong?!”

Never mind on the deja vu thing. What?!

Marinette sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Jonathan wasn’t sure whether she was more annoyed at him or Adrien. Which was kind of offensive. He was supposed to be making her panic, not be mildly annoyed.

“No. I would never cheat on my beloved husband. Especially not with a guy that looks this old.”

Jonathan was so hurt by the ‘old’ comment that he almost breezed past the first part of her statement. Which was, technically, logically, the more important one. It recontextualized a lot of stuff and he needed to know more about it.

But he would definitely come back to the ‘old’ comment later.

For now, Jonathan held his hands up in a kind of ‘time out’ gesture. “Wait, you’re married?”

Adrien, looking like he was seconds away from collapsing into a fit of laughter, pulled his hand out of his pocket to reveal a golden band on one of his fingers. Marinette was a little slower, and far more reluctant, but she still tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, revealing that her ring was in her earlobe.

“It’s an ear ring,” Marinette explained with a sigh, looking like she would rather be anywhere else but was oh-so-bravely standing put.

“I’m hilarious,” Adrien added, as if Jonathan really needed him to confirm that he was the one who had come up with that.

“And I’m getting a divorce,” she grumbled.

“Nah.”

Jonathan was pretty sure that’s not how that works. You can’t just say Nah to divorce. No fault divorce was legalized in, like, 1969 (nice). But that was that, apparently, because Marinette didn’t bother arguing it further.

Jonathan was not going to let this go, though. “You said he was your roommate.”

“He is?” Marinette said, sounding confused, motioning to the living space around them, as if to say ‘We share a room, see?’

Jonathan did not, in fact, see.

“Shouldn’t you call him your boyfriend? Or, I guess, husband? Wouldn’t you being in a relationship kind of trump you being roommates?!”

Both of them looked disgusted at the very thought.

“We’re not in a relationship,” Marinette said.

“I would never,” said Adrien, looking like Jonathan had just accused him of a crime and not being in a relationship with the person that he had apparently married.

Jonathan did not deserve this. He did not think there was anything wrong with assuming that the people that are married would be dating. That is how it goes in, like, >99% of cases.

He huffed. “So, what, is the marriage for tax reasons or something?”

College was pretty expensive these days, he’d heard. It was entirely possible.

“No, we’re married because we’re soulmates,” said Adrien, slinging his arm around Marinette’s shoulders.

Marinette looked unimpressed.

Jonathan puzzled over this for a few more minutes before deciding, hey, he isn’t Riddler. He doesn’t have to know everything for the sake of intellectual superiority. Jonathan Crane might be a mad scientist, but this meant that he knew that sometimes the best answer you can get for the time being is ‘I dunno, shit is weird’.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Whatever. Can I talk to you, Marinette?”

“You are cheating,” Adrien sniffed. “Can’t believe you got another man’s wife pregnant. We have kids at home!”

Kids?!

“Please don’t bring the labrats into this,” Marinette said.

Oh. Okay. Jonathan could respect that.

“Tikki and Plagg are going to be devastated when they hear about this.”

“Well, if they are devastated then I’ll have successfully uploaded a human consciousness into their minds so, frankly, that would be wonderful,” said Marinette.

“Why’re you trying to do that to rats?” Jonathan asked. “Yeah, they’ve got minds that aren’t unlike humans’ in structure, but their brains are so small…”

“‘Cause the guy that leases us this place doesn’t allow pets.”

“Rats are pets!” Adrien, someone who was apparently a strong purveyor of rats’ rights, said.

“You dropped an ‘s’. They’re pests,” Marinette corrected. “That's why I'm using them. They're, like, everywhere. Honestly, Gotham has a weirdly high amount of rats.”

“That’s because of the Rat King,” said Jonathan.

Marinette’s eyes widened. “The fucking what now.”

“You know, the Rat King,” he said, shrugging.

Marinette didn’t 'know'. But that wasn’t his problem.

“I can tell you about it after we talk,” he said.

She lit up, immediately rushing over to grab him by the arm, dragging him toward the window. Jonathan made a mental note: she was much more agreeable when she wanted information of some sort.

(He made another, smaller mental note that she had been stalling the coming conversation on purpose. This mental note had a few holes in the paper where he’d pushed his pencil too hard and had accidentally torn through it.)

“Sounds great! See you in a few minutes, Adrien.”

“Cool. Don’t die.”

“No promises!” she chirped.

Then she, unceremoniously, pushed Jonathan out the window.

This wasn’t as bad as it could have been, considering there was a fire escape to stop his fall, but he still didn’t really appreciate hitting a metal grate facefirst. He, probably, could have lived without that experience. Perhaps he would have even lived better, because surely a few of his brain cells had died upon impact.

She didn’t seem to mind, tugging him to his feet and towards the stairs without even giving him time to process the maybe-concussion he’d just earned.

“So, what do you want?” she asked, her tone light.

“Work with me or I’ll kill your – uh – husband-partner-roommate-thing,” he said, straight to the point, because they had waffled about for far too long before this.

She snorted. “Alright.”

“... alright as in You’ll do it, or as in Go ahead and kill him?”

She thought about it for a minute. As if even she hadn’t known what she was saying.

“Mmmm… I mean, if you kill Adrien, I will kill you,” she said, perfectly chipper. As if she was talking about the most recent Brucie Wayne drama and not revenge.

“Then don’t make me kill him,” Jonathan said, raising an eyebrow. “All you have to do is agree to be my healer.”

She sighed, looking reluctant.

“You literally stalked me for weeks on end until, like, a few days ago. Why are you suddenly deciding that you hate me?”

“‘Cause I’m pretty sure you want to experiment on me, and that sounds like a pain,” she said.

This was a fair point. Unfortunately.

Jonathan gritted his teeth. You know, usually, threatening the lives of people and their loved ones was all that he needed to get them to comply to his demands. He was more than a little in the dark here.

“And if I promise to only do the experiments that you agree to…?”

Marinette thought this over. “Can I use your lab from time to time?”

“Fine.”

“Sweet. You have a deal.”

They exchanged numbers and he left, content now that he had her on his payroll.

It wasn’t until he was halfway home that it occurred to him that, somehow, despite the fact that he was the one who was blackmailing her, she ended up getting more out of the deal than him.

At least he had gotten out of telling her who the Rat King was, so she was, probably, suffering, too. That made it, kind of, fair.

He would make it completely fair by bringing Rat King to his next meetup.

Because he was a nice guy! The Rat King, a man who lived in the sewers and communed with the vermin, was sure to have numerous diseases, and a healer would surely help keep him happy and healthy.

(And he was pretty sure that the Rat King would have a few things to say about Marinette’s treatment of ‘Tikki’ and ‘Plagg’. That was a conversation he couldn’t wait to watch play out.)

+++

Up next: Adrien grows on people like a particularly stubborn bit of mold

TBC

Trials and defibrillations masterlist

[blookmallow]

recently been looking into poppy playtime (it’s…. ok) and its like. theres some good concepts in here and the designs are pretty good but i feel like the lore falls apart immediately if you look too closely at it and maybe im missing something since i havent actually played it (i watched markiplier play it and then dug through the internet for the rest of the information until i lost interest) but ok

i like the biological elements to the monsters - love something bleeding when it Should Not Have Blood. i really dont think you can fit that many organs in a little dinosaur toy though. the big ones sure but that one guy who got put in a toy size dinosaur? and why did they just leave him in with the other experiments if he was a staff person who Agreed to this

anyway my main question is What Is The Motive Here

- if they’re seeking immortality, that just. feels like a really bizarre plot for a toy company? unless the idea is that the toy company was a front for the real operation all along but if you’re really trying to make bodies for humans to inhabit why not focus on, y’know, humanoid things, rather than whatever the hell huggy wuggy is. nobody wants to be that guy forever. and the monster toys still can die anyway, so

- it seems more likely that the purpose was to build worker/slaves, productivity and marketing over ethics and employee well being (kind of an ironic message coming from a developer who puts so much emphasis on marketing and also, the whole NFT thing, but whatever) we know huggy is intended to be security and mommy is intended to be the host for the games, but if that’s the reason - is it really that beneficial to squish people into monster toys? they already have a foster care system providing them with children they’re using as test subjects. this company clearly doesn’t give a shit about ethics, so why not just take advantage of the child labor they have access to rather than spending ungodly amounts of time and money on all these testing procedures and mutilating children into toy slaves. extremely traumatized workers forced into fucked up toy bodies are not going to be as efficient. they can still be killed and still need to eat (evidently More than a child would normally anyway, ) so what exactly is the benefit here. and like. ok mommy has some clear advantages but huggy’s really floppy. we see kissy flop her noodly arm helplessly trying to pull one lever - as cute and funny as that moment was, its clear this creature would not be a great factory worker

- if the point is that they intend to sell the toy monsters, theres just no benefit there whatsoever, even if the ethics of shoving frightened orphans into toys doesn’t bother you, even if you do fix the extreme aggression problem, you’re still gonna get lawsuits from parents when their kids’ toys start wandering off and crying in the corner. also toys get broken, kids tear things open, modders take things apart, people are going to figure out real fast that there’s, y’know, organs in there

which brings me to my major question of WHY is there a commercial for poppy? it seems like the poppy we find in the case is The Only poppy, she’s the only experiment that worked properly, she’s the ideal “toy that can talk to you like a person! (because she is one)” but they’ve never been able to replicate that success - how were they able to sell these dolls with the promise of the Real Girl Intelligence if they only had one (which clearly wasn’t sold since she’s still there)? or did they film the commercial after their success intending to make more dolls and never released it when things went wrong? poppy’s on a lot of the advertisements and stuff so she seems to be a recognized character in the brand. did they at one time manage to recreate her and just sold a bunch of little orphan girls trapped in dolls? is that what I’m supposed to be taking from this?

[banannabethchase]

Matt's a senior in high school, co-captain of the cheerleading team, and doing a pretty good job in school. He's also, well. She's also a girl, which is somehow not the biggest deal in her life right now.

Nick's a junior in high school, an MVP candidate for the basketball team, and doing his best. He's also definitely not in love with his best friend, unless he's telling the truth.

~

So for some ungodly reason I decided to do another high school AU for my April Camp NaNoWriMo, and here is the fruit of that labor. It's fluffy and a bit cheesy and maybe unrealistic in parts, but I think we deserve some queer joy in our lives, don't we?

Note: throughout this fic, Matt's pronouns shift depending on her mindset, what others know, and what she has told the other people to refer to her as throughout the story. If you see a pronoun error you think is not narratively relevant, please let me know, and I will check :)

Here is the playlist for the fic, because I can't do anything without making an accompanying playlist: Set the World Alight - an AEW High School AU Playlist

~

Saturday, November 29th

Nick

Matt jumps about a foot when Nick opens the door to his bedroom.

“Holy crap,” Matt says, hand to his heart. “You scared me. Knock next time, will you?”

“I did knock,” Nick says. “What’s your deal?”

“Nothing,” Matt says, adjusting his ponytail. Nick doesn’t get why he fusses with it so much. It always looks right. “I’m fine. You ready?”

Nick nods. “Just have to get the bags in the car and we’ll head over.”

Matt checks his reflection one last time and walks to the door. They make their way downstairs like always – shoving at each other to see who will make it to the kitchen first.

“Would you two stop trying to kill each other to get to the kitchen?” Their mother is mildly amused but mostly tired, coffee in hand as she sips. “It’s like raising two deer with the way you two always lock horns.”

“We don’t lock horns, Mom,” Matt says, rolling his eyes. Nick pokes him in the ribs. “Ow! Nicholas here just refuses to admit that, as the older brother, I should get first pick of the pancakes.”

“You’re just jealous I’m finally taller than you,” Nick fires back. Matt gets him in a noogie.

“Boys. It’s not even eight in the morning. I need you to stop before I lose my mind.”

Matt lets go, Nick fixes his hair, and they eat their breakfasts fast enough that their mom has to leave the room. "I raised two wildebeests," she mutters, making her way to the living room. "Where did I go wrong?"

"You didn't!" Nick yells. "Matt's stole a pancake!"

"Alright, well, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," she says. She doesn't even bother to peek her head in. “Drive safe to the game, you two!”

“I will,” Matt calls back. “And it’s a scrimmage.”

“Don’t correct your mother!”

Once the pancakes are gone, Nick muscles Matt out of the way and insists on driving the three miles to the school. Matt is less than pleased about it based on the pout he wears the whole drive, but Matt lights up when he sees the group of players and cheerleaders collecting in front of the bus.

“Looks like we’re riding together,” Matt says.

Nick nods. “Apparently that’s the new plan this year. Cuts down on buses to have you all on the bus with us, and third team and JV traveling together.”

“Sit with me?” Matt asks. “I mean, if you want to.”

Nick nods. “Sure. I always want to.”

Matt beams at him, and Nick doesn’t understand how still, after all this time, he doesn’t seem to believe the people on the cheer squad actually like him.

“Alright, let me check in with coach, and I’ll be right there.”

Matt slides in next to Britt, who is half supporting Jamie who looks like she still hasn’t woken up all the way.

“Nicky,” says Cole, clapping him on the shoulder. “Late. As always.”

“That is entirely Matt’s fault,” Nick insists. “And Mom’s. She made us eat breakfast.”

“Oh, what a tragedy,” Moxley says, pretending to faint. “I had a can of coke for breakfast. I’d kill for, like. Actual food.”

Nick briefly digs in his gym back and pulls out a granola bar. “It’s not homemade or anything, but you can have this.” He tosses it to Mox, who lights up.

“Hell yeah.”

He proceeds to scarf down the granola bar at a speed Nick is mildly disturbed by, and the coach calls them over a second later.

“Alright, boys,” he glances over, “er, and Jamie.”

Half the team rolls their eyes. Coach was getting better with it, but he constantly forgets Jamie’s not just one of the guys. Sure, she’ll take you out harder than any guy on any team, but she’s still a girl.

Specifically, a girl who was kicked out of the girl’s league for playing too hard.

“We’re on the bus with the cheerleaders, effective today. I don’t want to see any hanky-panky on there, you hear?”

“Yeah, Jamie,” Mox says, nudging her with his elbow, “don’t want a repeat of you and Britt in the science labs.”

Jamie blushes bright red. “Oh, shut up, Moxley, we all know what you and Kingston were up to last year at the championship game. You’re one to talk.”

“No one should be talking,” Coach says. Nick wonders when he’ll give up and let the team do their own thing. It’s always what works best. “Alright. Bowens and Caster, you are not allowed to sit next to each other after last week.”

“Aw!” the two of them whine.

“No,” Coach Gunn says, pointing at the two of them. “You two keep it up, I’ll make your parents drive you to and from the games, and you can deal with them.”

The two of them shrink. “Okay,” Bowens mutters.

“Yuta, you sit with Caster,” Coach Gunn demands. “Nick, you’re sitting with Bowens.”

“Wait, what?” Nick asks. “I already promised Matt –”

“Your brother will figure it out. I need somebody responsible to sit with these two clowns.”

Nick texts Matt to let him know, and gets a frowny face in return.

You can sit with Britt or Willow, you’ll be fine.

Willow’s sitting with Riho!! And Britt’ll be with Jamie!!

Nick exhales. Okay, sit with literally anybody. Nobody’s gonna kick you off the bus.

He gets back a panicked combination of emojis, and Nick begins to wonder why Matt’s so frickin’ weird.

They pile into the bus and Matt’s on his arm in a second.

“Everybody else has a bus person,” Matt mutters. “You are my bus person.”

“I have been assigned Anthony Bowens duty,” Nick says.

“Hey!”

“I am not wrong,” Nick tells Anthony over his shoulder. “Just, Matt, sit wherever’s a free seat. Everybody knows you. You’re fine.”

Matt’s eyes flicker around the faces in line. “But there’s nobody else I want to sit with!”

“Just – figure it out!”

Once they get on the bus, Nick peeks around to make sure Matt’s not crying on the ceiling out of panic or anything. To Nick’s surprise, Matt’s plopped down in the first open seat, right next to Danny Garcia. He doesn’t look any kind of comfortable, but he’s seated and not crying or anything, so Nick considers it a win.

Interesting choice he texts to him. Bowens slides in to the seat a few behind Matt and Danny, and Nick moves to follow.

Matt turns around as Nick’s shoving Bowens further into the seat and glares.

He was pouting because Yuta’s stuck with Caster, so we both will be miserable together.

Nick rolls his eyes.

“What?” Bowens asks. “You’re being weird.”

“I’m not being weird,” Nick says, getting comfortable for the bust ride to the game. “I’m existing on a bus.” He closes his eyes, tries to relax. “You aren’t going to do anything weird, are you?”

Bowens makes a sad little sound. “No. Caster and I planned on putting silly putty in somebody’s hair, but it doesn’t feel right to do it without him.”

Nick is awake and alert the entire ride.

~

Matt

He resists the urge to text Nick frantically the whole car ride, and instead settles for trying to start his English essay. They’re finished with the personal narratives, finally, but he’s now stuck analyzing Salome and that whole poem is a lot to deal with.

He’s also been assigned the role of Salome in his all-boy group to present, and, well. He – he thinks this might be reminding him of something he’s been trying really hard not to think about.

Something she’s been trying really hard not to think about.

Matt isn’t sure, is the thing. Sure, he feels like a girl, but doesn’t everybody, sometimes? Doesn’t everybody sometimes convince themselves that they don’t belong with the certain body, the certain presentation they were born with?

Glancing around the bus, nobody is paying attention to him. Danny’s snoring, mouth open as he leans against the window. Jamie and Britt aren’t not making out in the seat next to him, and the rest of the bus looks otherwise occupied.

So he googles it.

how do you know if you’re actually trans and not just faking

hhat does trans feel like

how do you know if you’re a girl

He’s thankful for the two hour bus ride, for once in his life, because he’s able to read testimonies from so many people – from trans women in their thirties, nonbinary people in their forties, trans men at sixty-five. He’s baffled – he didn’t know this many people existed. He takes a deep breath. He didn't know this many people who think the same as he does existed.

He also is a little baffled at a common theme that keeps popping up: if you think you’re trans, you probably are.

The bus stops and he’s – well, he’s not sure he’s “he”, is the thing, but he has some other things to focus on right now.

Matt’s pretty sure the first game of the season has never felt so exhilarating, even though it’s not really the first game. His team does a pretty good job of keeping the energy going on the sidelines, but, even with the modifications from the football seasons in place, they put on a great halftime show. Better than the other team, if he’s being realistic.

“I’m not bragging, Wills,” he says to Willow, “I’m being objective. Our routine had, like, four times the difficulty of theirs.”

“Matt, you know this one isn’t a competition, right?” Willow throws one of those smiles his way, the kinds where he’s glad he’s gay so he doesn’t fall in love with her. “It’s okay that they weren’t as good as we are.”

“That’s all I’m looking for,” Matt says, tossing his ponytail over his shoulder. “An – an agreement.”

They do their cheering duties for the team through the second quarter, and Matt cheers extra loudly when Nick gets something like eight points in four minutes, which Matt knows enough to know it’s impressive.

“Hey! Jamie didn’t punch that guy!” Riho says, leaning over to look at Britt. “That’s good, right?”

Britt nods, a proud smile on her lips. “Yeah. She’s been doing so good with not punching people. Well, during games. There was that time at the movies.”

“That asshole deserved it,” Matt says.

“Ooh,” Riho says, “Matt’s swearing. It must have been quite the problem to earn that.”

Matt rolls his eyes. “I swear.”

“Like, almost never,” Britt says. “But, yeah. He deserved it.”

The game finishes up around noon, and Matt is starving.

“I told you to bring a snack,” Nick says, devouring a protein bar.

“Can I have a bite?”

Nick turns, cradling the bar and glaring at Matt. “Starve.”

“Oh, that’s cold.”

Matt turns to see Jon Moxley, grinning. “Right?” Matt says. “He’s so mean to me.”

“Am not!”

“I don’t know, Nick,” Mox says, eyes flicking to Matt. Almost like he wants to make sure Matt’s still watching. “Refusing to give your brother food? That sounds pretty mean.”

Matt grins, a little smarmy. “See? You’re so mean to me. Even Mox knows it.”

Nick looks between both of them. “I’m walking away now.”

Matt throws his best smile at Mox, because why not, and gets something a little sweet, a little not so sweet back.

~

He spends the rest of the bus ride trying and failing to do his math homework. Somebody decided to sing 99 Bottles of Jizz on the wall and, while funny, Matt’s kind of sick of it at 84 bottles and it’s only going to get worse.

“This is hell,” Danny says, staring straight ahead of him. Matt thinks he looks a little like a person in that zoned out state in movies, like when they’re trying to show a flashback. “I’ve never heard the word ‘jizz’ said so much in my life.”

Matt tries a reassuring pat on his shoulder. “You can borrow my headphones, if you want? The basketball team is full of some…interesting people.”

Danny shakes his head. “No, I got my own.”

“Oh,” Matt says, moving his hand. “Then – then why aren’t you listening to literally anything else?”

Danny shrugs. “I really don’t know.”

They stop at a gas station about an hour into the ride, and Matt flies into there, desperate for a snack and some caffeine.

“Don’t get distracted in the snack aisle!” Coach Gunn hollers after him. “You either, O’Reilly.”

Nick bumps his shoulder as he walks to the candy aisle. “Don’t get lost, dork.”

“Oh, shut up,” he calls as he hops his way to the wall with all the coolers. If the universe is in his favor, there will be plenty of double shots available for him to shove into his face. He’s still got an entire math assignment to finish on the bus.

He snags a bag of Chex Mix on his way to the cooler, and spots the coffee drinks. There’s only one can of his beloved Double Shots left. He picks up the pace to grab it, only to reach the door at the same time as a familiar face looks down at him.

“You like the double shots, too?” Jon Moxley asks, his grin wide. Matt’s heart starts beating at an unreasonable speed. “That how you cheerleaders keep up all the energy?”

Matt giggles a little. He can’t help it. “Well, one of the ways. You should see the way we have to train for splits.”

He didn’t mean for it to be…well, suggestive. But, from the way Mox’s eyes widen, it was. “Oh. Well.” His laugh is a little close to a giggle too. “All yours. I can grab, like, a Coke or something.” He brushes the side of Matt’s hand. Just gentle. Just barely. “See you on the bus, Matty.”

Matt doesn’t move until Nick comes up behind him and pegs him in the back with his basketball. “Dude, your coach is about to kill you if you don’t get out there,” he hisses. “Buy your dumb coffee and let’s go.”

Matt nods, a little dazed. “Hey, um,” he says as he hands the cash to the cashier, “what – has Mox said anything about me?”

Nick groans. “Oh, god, you have a crush on Moxley?”

“Shh!” Matt says, looking around nervously. They’re the only two from the high school left in the store, but still. “Look, sort of. Shut up.”

Nick sighs, spinning the basketball on his fingertip. Like it’s easy. Jerk. “He hasn’t. But I’ll…” Nick pauses, takes a deep breath like whatever he’s about to say is going to hurt. “I’ll put out feelers.”

Matt feels like he’s filled with lightning as he bounces out to the bus. He sits next to Nick, as always. But Mox’s eyes follow him as he walks down the center of the bus, and it makes the lightning spark, something like possibility.

[springbons]

ASGORE ISN’T A BAD GUY AND I’M TIRED OF PRETENDING HE IS! (Note: I am wrong. I change my view.)

(Everything below this is Conjecture and my failed opinion, but I refuse to delete it for archival reasons. Consider it a tagline of my failure. Do not take me seriously, cause after review of what others have told me, the whole POINT of the storyline is both of them were being stupid. But then again, this post is mostly “She’s not perfect either, and people need to not hate asgore and give him the love he deserves, and to be able to look past what he did because what she did was just as bad.” That’s the TL;DR.)

That’s it. I’ve had it. I’ve had it for too long. I’m not even mad at the people, I’m more mad at Toriel. Toriel is a selfish woman who caused a million problems, blamed her husband for it, pushed it all onto him to solve, and he’s just trying to do what he can to SLEEP AT NIGHT. Let’s get into it!

WHAT ELSE WAS THERE TO DO?

Let’s start with a line that Toriel says at the end of the run, because this is the hardest to account for IMO, and has pissed me off the most; "If you really wanted to free our kind, you could have gone through the barrier after you got ONE SOUL, taken six SOULs from the humans, then come back and freed everyone peacefully."

Now put yourself in Asgores shoes. You’re a big, fluffy, push-over who has barely enough strength to fight a single human without feeling like scum of the earth. Do you think he would be able to go out and just slaughter 6 innocent lives and live with himself? Do you think he could sleep when every time he closes his eyes he sees one of their faces? No. He made a choice, a difficult one: He found a solace in compromise, the people of the Underground would go free eventually, but he would not hunt those merely living their lives. Let them fall into the mountain, be their own foolishness that lets them get killed.

IT’S HER FAULT TOO!

But Toriel here thinks that’s not good enough. Like his choices were all wrong, as if he had a right one. Well, Ms. Know-It-All, let’s count every single choice you’ve made and see how many fuck-ups we can rack up, hm?

She let a human (Considered Enemies of War at the time) into their home, child or not.

She was so bad at supervising them at she didn’t catch on when they started stuffing Buttercups in their mouth

Ontop of that, had their plan succeeded, ALL humans could’ve ended up dead in some ungodly reign of terror, who knows what would’ve happened then.

Then when his husband declares War on humans for killing their Children despite the fact they were completely peaceful while on the surface, instead of being his only voice of reason and beacon of light remaining, she runs off and secludes herself in the ruins to make him feel bad.

She then spent years manipulating every human child that ever fell into the underground into staying with her, forcing them to stay in her home against their wishes until they finally had to fight her just to leave

And then she doesn’t help them when they DO leave, instead deciding to let them go into this “Harsh and Cruel” world completely unprepared and alone, not even answering their calls.

And she never leaves because why? Because she just couldn’t abandon the grave of her first child. This child, that she brought in, which caused so many problems. Her son is dead, Frisk is haunted by Chara, and all the blame was put onto her Husband, who’s just doing his best.

I even got some extras!

CAUSE WHY NOT?

You could technically say she causes the Genocide Route. Her negligence to watch over The Player, (or Frisk,) as they slaughter countless monsters is humiliating to say the least. She lets a child run rampant, completely on their own, in a dangerous place, and not only do they get hurt in Pacifist, they could level an entire town in Genocide before they get to her home. And then? She reads them a story, and bakes them some pie. How. Lovely. You blind-ass goat.

Another thing that pisses me off is did she ever stop to think how her husband felt after all of that? His children, dead. His wife, gone. A man with no strength and will, left with the toughest possible decision in the worst situation. Do you think that if Asgore didn’t have hundreds-of-thousands counting on him to run the Underground, (Oh yeah, she left him with that responsibility alone too btw,) that he may not have been able to take it? He had to stay strong for so many, he had no other option, but if it was just him? If all that happened while they were above-ground, while he wasn’t king? ...Do you think he would’ve killed himself from the stress alone? Cause I certainly do. Asgore is a very, very hurt soul who didn’t deserve any of what he had to face or do, and Toriel is a fool. I rest my case.

[drhu0806]

13 – “Come with me, hurry.”

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 (fanfiction) Characters: Astarion, Tav/custom player character Rating: G Warnings: none

“Astarion. Astarion, hey!”

It’s either very late in the night or early in the morning when he’s roused from his trance. Astarion blinks, his eyes bleary as a red tiefling swims into view.

“Wh—Do you have any idea what time it is? Are we being attacked? What’s happening?”

Kainé rubs her eyes. “No, I know. I know it’s early. We’re fine, nothing’s wrong.”

He makes a quick sweep over the inn room just in case, pausing at the window to try and determine how much light might be outside. The sky looks to still be dark, and as rattled as he is to be woken like this, he was nearing the end of his trance anyway. Judging from when he retired, they must be near dawn.

“If nothing’s wrong, why did you wake me at this ungodly hour? You’re not even fully awake yourself!”

“I wanted to—” She covers her mouth as she yawns. “I wanted to show you something.”

“And it had to be now?”

“Uh huh. So are you coming?”

He throws his hands up. “Well since I’m up, I might as well.”

They clamber into the proper clothing, and Kainé makes sure to leave a note for the rest of the party before they leave. The city’s air is chilly this early in the day, the sky above Baldur’s Gate growing into a beautifully faded indigo as the night begins to slowly slip away. She stifles another yawn as she gestures.

“Follow me.”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Kainé walks these streets with a degree of familiarity; they cut through the city quickly, and Astarion recognizes the area they head into as one of its poorer sectors, not one he frequented much while under Cazador’s control. The streets are a little more dilapidated than the rest of the Lower City they’ve ventured through so far, the houses more ramshackle and run down. Though it’s well before anyone would reasonably be up, he catches sight of a few tieflings meandering about.

“Where are we?”

“It’s one of the few tiefling-dominant neighborhoods in Baldur’s Gate,” she explains. There’s a long pause before she continues, “It’s where I grew up, actually.”

He looks at her in surprise. “Are you showing me your childhood home? At this hour? That’s… romantic. I suppose. Is that what I’m supposed to say?”

“Ahaha, oh no, I wouldn’t have woken you up at such an ungodly hour just for that.”

They round another corner, into a small side street that leads to an unbeaten, grassy dirt path. Kainé perks up at the sight.

“Ah, here we are, and not a moment too soon. Come with me, hurry.”

She takes his hand and they begin the trek. It’s a small hike, leading away from the cluttered stone buildings and into a less developed area up a hill. It’s dark with no lanterns to light their way at the top, but Astarion doesn’t need any to gaze upon the sight that lies below them. He can see so much of the city from here, tiled roofs stretching far into the distance. He can even make out some of Rivington, and the horizon is clear to view.

“Good, we made it. Just in time too. Why don’t you come here and sit with me?” Kainé takes off her cloak and lays it on the damp grass. She takes a seat, patting the space next to her.

The sky grows lighter as he takes his place next to her. She tips her head at the view before them, and as he turns his gaze toward the horizon, he beholds a sight he’s barely enjoyed in over 200 years.

The golden edges of the sun crest from the skyline, and the sky is painted with a resplendent gradient of pink, orange, and red that blends into the fading indigo of the receding night. As it steadily rises, the orange grows predominant, and its warm tones blend with the clouds to airbrush their edges with regal purple, in a sight that even the most practiced master would be envious of. He’s caught many sunrises since their escape from the nautiloid, but none have matched the magnificence of this one. Astarion almost doesn’t look away as sunrays beam outward to wash everything in bright white light; after all, who knows how many more times he’ll get to witness this?

“Gods, it’s amazing,” he mutters. Sunshine, spectacularly sweet sunshine washes over him like a pleasant bath, and as he breathes in the cool morning air, cut by the scent of the morning dew on fresh grass, he tastes it so tangibly on his tongue: freedom. Its aroma has never been sweeter, never diminished for even a moment since he regained the ability to walk in the sun.

“Even after all this time, this is still the best place I know of to watch the sunrise,” Kainé muses. “Never found anywhere else that could compare.”

And you’d be right, he thinks.

“This was my secret base growing up. I used to sneak away and play here by myself all the time, at least until my little sister was old enough to follow me.” She gestures at a small patch of trees behind them. “Even my old treehouse is still here.” Scooting forward, she scrutinizes the buildings below before pointing. “There. That one, with the open roof. That’s the house I grew up in. The flower shop my grandmother ran on the bottom floor.”

He can’t make out many details of the house besides a door that leads out onto the roof, a table with some chairs placed on it. But in this moment, bathed in the light of the gorgeous dawn, Astarion can forget himself, and tries to imagine what a slice of life would have looked like for a younger Kainé. He sees the treehouse and tries to envision a small tiefling clambering up and down the branches. He spots the small flowers littered across the grass and he can see a little girl picking them, weaving them into a crown. And he can’t help but smile at the joyful little vision he’s dreamed up in his head, of halcyon days of the past.

“Did you want to stop by your home while we’re here?”

“...No. Maybe another time.”

There’s a hesitation there that holds something more significant, but he doesn’t push, wanting to let the two of them enjoy this moment in the present for just a little while longer. He reclines into her, resting his head in curve of her neck as she wraps an arm around him and pulls him closer.

“Thank you for showing this to me,” he hums.

She says nothing back, but she doesn’t need to, and they watch the dawn of a new day come, savoring in their little bubble of freedom they’ve created for themselves.

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

So I recently started obsessing over Jamil… but I’m in this little conundrum where I don’t entirely see him liking my self insert. She’s small, shy, doesn’t talk much, really nice, and kinda airheaded at times… well, till she gets comfortable around someone. Then she has a bit of a problem with volume control and can talk for hours as long as her friend is engaged. She’s more likely to cuss a friend out if they piss her off, but she’ll forget to be pissed after sleeping. Spiteful and petty, for instance she will learn a game or activity just enough to be an annoyance to the person that pissed her off. She’s still an airhead but she’s not gullible, she’s been taken advantage of and doesn’t like it. Lastly big helping of Depression an Anxiety where she sometimes doesn’t leave her bed for over 24 hours and is too anxious to have her inside thoughts in the outside unless in a comfortable environment. Chaos child, especially over the text. If she has a friend’s number they’re gonna get random sleepy thoughts and cursed pics at ungodly hours. She’s still a sweetheart that will do anything for people she cares for and ask for nothing in return except their company, but when bitten she will bite back. Or punch, she’s not afraid to aim for the kidney.

Anyway… maybe some headcanons of Jamil’s first reaction to her and then as he gets to know her? Please?

i love chaotic mcs so much.

Jamil:

-Jamil, who just thinks the mc is just there. Completely unassuming, and during certain events (his overblot lmaooo) thinks cool easy person to manipulate. Only for her to come back and be ready to throw hands because Kalim is like, yeah you're friend shaped. They are friends now.

-Anyways I think that's how him getting to know mc would start because Kalim exchanges numbers, and thinks the cursed pictures at 3am are hilarious and shows Jamil, who is like: :/ "why were you awake at 3am Kalim?" "Jamil ignore that and look at the funny picture!"

-Jamil gets mc's number is like: "please stopping sending memes to Kalim at 3am I don't want him falling asleep during class." He isn't impressed when the reply is just '"no <3" She has now made Jamil's list of people he would leave stranded in the desert.

-He thinks mc and Kalim are chaotic. Then he catches mc and Ace having the weirdest conversation before basketball practice which he hears every word of. "Mothman is the safest cryptid to smash, but I think I could take a Skinwalker." "I could take Siren Head." "Deadass?" "Deadass." Jamil doesn't know what either they are talking about, they have been talking about this for thirty minutes, please stop.

-Floyd casually mentions in passing once that Shrimpy bit him on the arm because he tried squeezing them. Jamil prays that you do not encourage Kalim to start biting because that will be the last straw.

-Development starts when Kalim asks Jamil to check on mc with him, because they haven't left their dorm for two days. Grim says she's sick, but they also aren't answering anyone's messages. When they enter the dorm seeing her wrapped up in bed, Kalim immediately trying to cheer her up, while Jamil stands off to the side.

-"Have you eaten anything?" a quiet no. "Let me make you something." He feels as though he owes them that much. He just doesn't intend for it to be a gateway that leads to him receiving random thoughts and cursed images.

-To which he uses them like receipts to remind mc that they better be going to sleep at a reasonable hour.