#but Ralph keeps trying to be talk to him and he hates it

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

When your extroverted friend who’s supposed to be good at this people stuff is somehow worse at picking up social cues than you are

I’m renovating the AU again because when am I ever satisfied. Anyways, I go sleep now

[snowysosturn]

Fire & Desire - Matt Sturniolo Part 11

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Finale

Pairing: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Y/n has always clashed with Matt. Despite working for Chris’s clothing brand and being close with Nick, her relationship with Matt has always been tense at best. While being forced to be around each other more, their animosity turns into something deeper. Can they overcome their differences, or will their fiery emotions tear them apart?

Warnings: angst, tension, arguements, mentions of alcohol, being intoxicated

Matt’s gaze locks onto the envelope in my hand, his jaw tightening. “Oh, this again” he mutters, dropping his phone onto the bed. He leans back against the headboard, crossing his arms over his chest like he’s gearing up for a fight.

“I didn’t realize this was your jumper” I say quickly, gesturing to the yellow Ralph Lauren sweater I’m wearing. “Nick gave it to me yesterday. I didn’t know-”

“Convenient” he says, his lips curving into a bitter smirk. “Nick’s just handing out my stuff now, huh? Real generous of him. Not that it matters. Keep it.”

“Are you done?” I snap, holding up the envelope in my hand. “Because this is what I’m here to talk about.”

Matt’s smirk fades. He shifted himself up, his arms still crossed. “What about it? You’re upset I didn’t send it with chocolates or something?”

I glare at him. “You sent me flowers. Then threw them in the trash. And this-” I wave the card slightly. “This apology? I don’t get it, Matt. Why would you even do that? What’s the point if you’re not going to own it?”

He looks away, jaw tight, as though he’s trying to figure out how to answer. After a long pause, he finally speaks. “I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t have bothered.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have” I say sharply, before I can stop myself. “Because now I’m here, and you clearly don’t want to explain yourself.”

“You’re right” he says, his voice colder now. “I shouldn’t have sent them. It was a mistake. I should’ve just let Nate get you flowers instead. That’s his job anyway.”

I freeze, staring at him. “What?”

“You heard me” he says, his tone bitter now. “If anyone should be sending you flowers, it’s Nate. Not me. But let me save you some trouble, he runs through girls like it’s a sport. You’re just a number to him, Y/n. That’s all you’d ever be.”

The words made no sense to me, knowing that there was nothing going on between me and Nate. But I know he’s trying to get under my skin, and that just makes me angrier.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about first of all” I say, my voice shaking slightly. “And even if that was true, why do you care? You’re acting like this is about Nate, but it’s not, is it?”

Matt doesn’t respond immediately. He just looks at me, his eyes flickering with something I can’t quite place, frustration, maybe. Or something deeper.

“I don’t care” he says finally, but the way he says it is unconvincing, like he’s trying to convince himself more than me.

“Right” I mutter, taking a step back. “Well, if you don’t care, then stop acting like this. Stop sending flowers and writing cards and then throwing them away. And stop dragging Nate into it like this is about him, because it’s not.” 

The room remained silent as I let out a frustrated sigh, “I don’t know what’s going on with you, Matt, or what I ever did to make you hate me so much, but I don’t want it to ruin Hawaii. Nick and Chris did something really thoughtful by inviting me, and I don’t want it to be awkward between us while we’re there.”

He exhales sharply, looking away. “Yeah, well, maybe you should’ve thought about that before busting in here and accusing me of playing games.”

I clench my jaw, trying to keep calm. “I didn’t accuse you of anything. I’m asking you to stop.. whatever this is. If you don’t care, fine. But don’t drag Nate into it, and don’t make me feel like some kind of idiot for trying to understand.”

His gaze softens slightly, and for a moment, I think he might actually say something that makes sense. But instead, he shrugs, his expression hardening again. “Fine. I’ll back off. Happy?”

I study him for a moment, trying to figure out what’s really going on behind that mask he always wears. But I don’t have the energy to keep pushing, so I just shake my head and turn to leave. I step out of his room, closing the door behind me, shutting it with more force than I intended.

I head straight to my room, practically flying up the stairs. My chest feels tight, my thoughts racing in every direction. That conversation with Matt was supposed to give me clarity, but instead, it’s only made everything worse. Why does he have to be so infuriating? Why does he have to say things that don’t make sense, like some cryptic puzzle he’s tempting me to solve?

I throw myself on top of my bed, burying my face in my pillow as all of my feelings boil to the surface, and before I know it, tears start falling. I don’t even try to stop them. I let them flow, hoping they’ll wash away some of the tension clawing at my chest. The tears aren’t just for Matt and his mixed signals, they’re for everything. For how lost I feel, for the way nothing goes right or feels straightforward anymore.

My mind replays the conversation over and over, dissecting every word, every glance, every pause. Why did he say it should’ve been Nate who gave me the flowers? Why did he warn me about Nate like that? And why did he throw the flowers away in the first place? None of it makes sense, and it’s driving me insane. I wipe at my cheeks, but the tears keep coming, hot and relentless.

Part of me wishes I could just forget the whole thing, shove it into a mental box, lock it away, and never think about it again. But another part of me knows I won’t. Not when Matt has this way of getting under my skin, and especially when we're going to spend every waking minute with each other for the next few weeks. Hawaii was supposed to be a break, an escape. But now, I can’t help but feel like it’s going to be anything but relaxing if things with Matt keep going like this. 

The next morning, I wake up feeling groggy and emotionally drained. My eyes are puffy from crying, and the frustration of yesterday’s conversation still lingers throughout my body. I take a deep breath and remind myself to focus on the day ahead, before starting to get ready. There’s no time to dwell on Matt or his cryptic actions.

Nick is already up and at it when I make my way downstairs. He’s sitting at the kitchen table, typing furiously on his laptop, a cup of coffee in one hand. He looks up when he hears me enter, flashing his usual enthusiastic grin.

“There she issss!” he says, closing the laptop dramatically. “You ready for a day of last minute prep?”

I give him a half smile and nod. “Yeah what do you need to do?”

Nick looks at me for a moment, his eyes narrowing like he’s trying to figure out if something’s wrong. But to my relief, he doesn’t press.

“Okay, so first things first, we’re getting your nails done. Non negotiable. If we’re going to Hawaii, you need to have vacation ready nails.”

“Nick, my nails are fine” I protest, holding up my hands.

He raises an eyebrow. “No offense, but ‘fine’ isn’t good enough. You’re coming with me, and we’re going all out.”

I rolled my eyes but let him drag me out the door. Honestly, a little pampering doesn’t sound so bad right now.

The day flew by as we rushed through last minute preparations. Nick and I spent the morning at the nail salon, where I settled with a classic french tip. Afterward, we hit a few shops to grab more shorts for Nick. Back at home, I double checked my suitcase, making sure I had everything I’d need for the trip, though my mind wandered more than I’d like to admit.

By the evening, I felt physically tired but mentally restless. I tried to focus on the excitement of Hawaii and the break I desperately needed, but thoughts of yesterday’s conversation with Matt kept creeping in. I forced myself to push it to the side and take myself to bed. We had an early flight the next day, so I set my alarm before climbing in. As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, I made a silent promise to myself. This trip would be about relaxing, having fun, and leaving all the confusion and tension back at home, even if it wasn’t exactly easy to do.

My alarm went off at 5 am, dragging me out of a light, restless sleep. I groaned, hitting snooze once before forcing myself to get up. I could hear quiet movement around the house already, doors creaking, the sound of someone wheeling suitcases, and the bang of cups in the kitchen. I quickly got dressed, grabbed my suitcase, and made my way to the living area.

Nick was already there, suitcase next to him. “Ready for paradise?” he asked with a sleepy grin.

I nodded. "As ready as I’ll ever be."

Chris and Nate came up a moment later, both looking slightly disheveled but ready to help. Chris grabbed Nick’s suitcase while Nate reached for mine. I thanked him quietly, and he just nodded.

The silence was heavy, but oddly enough, it was comforting. The silence just wasn’t between Matt and I now, it seemed like everyone was too tired to make conversation this early, which made it less obvious that Matt and I hadn’t said a word to each other.

I glanced over and saw Matt standing near the door, his phone in his hand as he scrolled through it. He looked up briefly when Nate passed by him with my suitcase, but he didn’t say anything before following them down.The three of them loaded everything into the car while Nick and I lingered inside, waiting for the signal to head out. 

Matt took responsibility of driving all of us to the airport. The drive was quiet, not that there would be much conversation out of five people in the early hours of the morning. We arrived at LAX just as the sky began to lighten. After paying for long stay parking, we unloaded the suitcases from the trunk. Everyone grabbed their bags, and we walked toward the departures section, the chill of the early morning air still lingering.

The airport was busy, but not chaotic, the flow of people moving fast. We made our way to the American Airlines desk, where a sign displayed our flight to Kahului. “There it is” Nick said, pointing ahead as he led the way.

We joined the line to check in and offload our bags. Nate and Chris joked quietly ahead of us, their energy picking up as we got closer to the counter. I couldn’t help but take a glimpse at Matt, who was standing slightly apart, looking at his phone. The awkwardness between us lingered, but thankfully, the chaos of the airport didn’t make it obvious.

When it was finally our turn, we handed over our passports and tickets. The airline agent smiled and tagged our bags before sending them down the conveyor belt. “Enjoy your trip!” she said cheerfully, handing us back our boarding passes and passports.

“Thanks!” Nick replied, grinning. “We plan to.”

With our bags checked in and our hands free, we regrouped in a free area away from the check in desks. The trip was officially underway, and for the first time since waking up, I felt a small buzz of excitement. Hawaii was actually happening.

After getting through the long security line, we gathered our belongings and headed toward the food court. It was close to 6.30am now, and my stomach was screaming at me. I needed food and I needed it quick. We ended up at a cafe, where everyone ordered breakfast before finding a table to sit at while we ate.

Nick sipped his iced coffee, clearly wide awake now, and leaned back in his chair. “Alright” he said, “So what seats is everyone in on the plane? I wanna know who I have to sit next to for six hours.”

Chris pulled out his boarding pass first, looking over it. “I’m in 27A” he said.

“I’m 27B” Nate chimed in, smirking.

“27C” Nick added with a grin. “Perfect, we’re all together.”

I took a sip of my coffee, nearly choking on it as I glanced down at my boarding pass. “I’m in 22E. I’m not even in the same row as yous.”

Matt pulled out his pass, frowning slightly before reading it aloud. “22D.”

I froze for a second, my stomach flipping. Of course. Of course, out of everyone, I’d end up sitting next to Matt.

Nate burst out laughing. “Oh man, you two are gonna have such a fun time crammed next to each other for the whole flight.”

I glared at him, but he just smirked and took an obnoxiously loud sip of his drink.

“It’s fine” I said, more to convince myself than anyone else. “It’s just a flight. We’ll survive.”

Matt shrugged, slipping his boarding pass back into his passport. “Whatever. As long as you don’t steal the armrest.”

The tension was obvious, but no one said anything else about it. We finished eating, the mood shifting back to excitement about the trip. But I couldn’t shake the swirling feeling in my stomach. Six hours next to Matt sounded like the longest flight of my life.

It was nearly time to board so we made our way toward the terminal, following the signs for our gate. Our flight was due to take off at 9am, so we had time to get there. When they called our group to board, we lined up, handed over our boarding passes, and shuffled down the bridge toward the plane. I could feel my nerves creeping in as we got closer to our seats. I was a nervous flier anyway, but now the seating situation made the nerves feel worse. Matt walked ahead of me, casually scanning the seat numbers as if he wasn’t dreading this as much as I was.

Finally, we reached our row, 22D and 22E. Matt slid into the aisle seat without a word, and I plopped down next to him, setting my bag under the seat in front of me. I hated the middle seat.

I took a deep breath, glancing around as people continued boarding. The guys were a few rows behind us, already joking loudly about something. God how I wish I was one of them.

I leaned back into the seat, already planning to just sleep this entire flight. If Matt and I weren’t going to talk, and let’s be honest, we weren’t, then maybe I’d at least get some rest. The flight attendants made their announcements, and soon we were in the air.

Once the seatbelt sign turned off, curiosity got the better of me and I leaned forward to sift through the entertainment options on the little screen in front of me. Scrolling through the endless movie titles, I couldn’t find anything that caught my attention.

Beside me, Matt sighed, his screen already on. 

I glanced over just in time to see him click on 10 Things I Hate About You. For a second, I was surprised, out of all the movies, this was the one he picked?

“You like that movie?” I asked before I could stop myself.

He turned his head slightly, raising an eyebrow. “Who doesn’t? It’s a classic.”

I smiled, unable to help it. “Fair point.”

He settled back into his seat, his arms crossing loosely over his chest as the opening credits started rolling. I found myself sneaking glances at the screen, my own selection forgotten.

“You’re just gonna watch mine, aren’t you?” he teased, catching me mid glance.

“Maybe..” I shot back, smirking. “It’s a good movie.”

For the first time, Matt giggled, a real, genuine laugh at something I said. “Fine, but don’t hog my screen.”

We ended up sharing the movie in a way I hadn’t expected, making quiet comments about our favorite scenes and quoting the lines we both knew by heart. I felt weird.. it felt... easy, like the tension between us didn’t exist.

When the scene with the marching band playing on the bleachers came up, I felt my lips moving before I even realized it.

"You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of youuuu"

To my surprise, Matt’s voice joined mine, quietly singing the line in unison. We both stopped, catching each other mid verse, and immediately burst into laughter.

"Seriously?" I said, grinning.

“What?” Matt replied, smirking. “You’re the one who started it.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to sing along” I shot back, shaking my head.

As the movie went on, it only got worse.. or better, depending on how you looked at it. It felt strange, but in a good way, like we were finally on the same wavelength, even if it was just over a movie. By the time the poem scene rolled around, Matt tilted his head toward me.

“Bet you’re one of those people who cries during this part” he teased.

I raised an eyebrow. “Bet you are too.”

He didn’t deny it, just smirked and went back to watching.

By the end of the movie, we were both smiling, the tension replaced by a shared sense of ease. It was probably the first time we’d genuinely laughed together without any sarcasm or snark.

Soon after, the flight attendants started coming down the aisle with the food cart, Matt stirred slightly, rubbing his eyes and sitting up straighter.

"You getting something?" I asked, glancing over at him.

"Yeah" he muttered, squinting as if even the dim cabin lights were too bright. "But I swear, I can't even keep my eyes open right now."

"Then why are you bothering?" I teased, but when he shot me a half hearted glare, I rolled my eyes. "Fine. Just give it here when it comes. I'll keep it on my tray until you're ready for it."

His expression softened into something that almost resembled gratitude. "Thanks" he mumbled.

When the food finally arrived, he lazily reached for his tray table but paused, blinking sluggishly.

"Don't bother" I said, pulling his tray of food over to mine. "I got it."

"Yeah, yeah, you're a saint" he grumbled, but there was the faintest smirk tugging at his lips before he leaned back in his seat.

Matt tilted his head against the small headrest attached to his seat and shut his eyes, clearly giving in to his exhaustion. I felt more awake than anything now so I decided to sift through the in flight entertainment menu again, settling on another rom com to pass the time.

Not long after, I felt a shift in the weight beside me. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Matt's head drop forward before it slowly tilted to the side, right onto my shoulder.

I froze for a second, unsure of what to do. His face was relaxed, his breathing slow, completely unaware of the situation.

I thought about waking him, but.. he looked peaceful. And, honestly, I didn’t mind.

With a small sigh, I adjusted slightly to make it more comfortable for both of us and went back to watching my movie.

By the time I finished my second movie, his head was still resting on my shoulder, and I couldn’t help but smile a little. For someone who could be so infuriating, moments like these reminded me that maybe there was more to Matt than he let on.

The captain's voice crackled through the intercom, announcing our descent into Kahului, Matt woke beside me. He blinked slowly, rubbing his face with one hand, and then turned to look at me.

His gaze dropped to where my shoulder was, and his brows furrowed slightly. “Wait.. was I.. was I asleep on you the whole time?”

I tried to keep my expression neutral, but the corner of my mouth twitched in amusement. “Yep. Dead to the world. Snoring and everything.”

His eyes widened slightly, and I could see a faint hint of color rise to his cheeks. “I don’t snore.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night. Literally.”

He let out a soft groan, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his seat. “Well.. uh, thanks for not shoving me off, I guess.”

I shrugged casually. “Figured you needed the sleep. Plus, you didn’t drool all over me, so I let it slide.”

That comment earned me a small laugh, though he still looked a bit awkward. He glanced out the window on our side, clearly trying to play it cool, but the way he kept fidgeting with his seatbelt betrayed him.

Not too long after, we landed and began to disembark the plane, into the warm Maui air, the energy buzzing between all of us even though we were still shaking off the stiffness from the flight. After collecting our bags, we stood near the exit where our transfer driver was holding a sign with Nick’s name on it.

The drive to the villa was surreal, with palm trees lining the roads and the scent of salt water from ocean wafting through the open windows. Nate and Chris were hyper, pointing out every little thing as if they’d never been here before. Nick was quieter, scrolling through his phone, and Matt sat silently in the back, his sunglasses shielding his expression.

It was 2pm Hawaii time when we finally arrived at the villa, and the place looked like it was something out of a movie, white walls, large windows, and a gorgeous pool overlooking the ocean. Five bedrooms, one for each of us.

“All right” Nick declared, dropping his suitcase in the entryway. “First come, first serve. Claim your rooms!”

Chris bolted upstairs with Nate right behind him, their voices echoing through the house as they bickered over who got the room with the best view. Nick wandered off down the hall, humming to himself as he inspected the options. That left me and Matt still standing near the doorway.

“You’re not gonna fight for the best room?” he asked, glancing at me with a smirk.

I shrugged, rolling my suitcase forward. “Nah, I’ll just take whatever’s left. As long as there’s a bed, I’m good.”

“Suit yourself” he said, grabbing his own bag and heading upstairs.

Once everyone had claimed their spots, I found myself left with a room on the far end of the villa, tucked away from everyone else. It was smaller than the others, but it had an ensuite and a private balcony with a view of the ocean, so I wasn’t complaining. Honestly, the distance from the chaos of being with boys was kind of a bonus. I knew I’d want some peace and quiet at some point. I let the reality of being here sink in. It felt like a fresh start, and the dynamics between everyone were already proving to be.. interesting.

By the time I had unpacked, showered, and finally settled into my room, the exhaustion from the early morning and long flight floored me. I decided to lie down for just a moment, but the comfort of the bed dragged me into a deep nap.

When I woke up, the time on my phone read 5pm, and the sounds of loud, off key singing drifted through the villa. Disorientated but curious, I got up and made my way downstairs into the main foyer.

The sight that greeted me was something straight out of a comedy. Chris, Nate, and Matt were standing in a loose huddle, arms slung over each other’s shoulders, belting out some song at the top of their lungs. Their words were slurred, their movements uncoordinated, and the sight in front of me was nothing short of chaotic.

Nick stood off to the side, arms crossed and wearing an expression of sheer disbelief. His eyes flicked to me as I entered, and I raised an eyebrow at him.

“What the hell happened while I was asleep?” I asked, pointing toward the impromptu concert happening in the middle of the villa.

Nick sighed, rubbing a hand over his face like he couldn’t believe it either. “Well, they decided to go for a walk to ‘explore the area’” he said, air quoting the last part. “Somehow, that walk turned into them stumbling into a few bars. Fast forward a couple of hours, and this is what we’ve got. They’re completely pissed.”

I glanced back at the trio, who were now attempting to harmonize but failing miserably. Chris had climbed onto one of the couches, using a long decorative pillow as a makeshift microphone, while Matt leaned against the back of a chair, swaying slightly. Nate, the ringleader of this circus, was conducting them like an offbeat orchestra.

“And dinner’s in, what, two hours?” I asked Nick, already knowing the answer.

“Yep” he said flatly. “No way they’re sobering up in time.”

I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Great. So now what? Do we just let them embarrass us in public, or do we try to get them somewhat presentable?”

Nick shrugged. “Honestly, at this point, I’m tempted to just let them crash and burn. They brought this on themselves.”

I glanced back at the drunken trio, my frustration tainted with the faintest hint of amusement. As ridiculous as they were, it was hard not to laugh at the scene. Still, this wasn’t exactly the way I envisioned the first night of the trip going.

“More importantly, what are you planning on wearing tonight?” he asked, trying to ignore the drunken escapade happening in front of us.

“I was thinking my green crochet two piece, you know the  halter top and shorts” I said.

Nick nodded approvingly. “That's a nice first night outfit. I still need to figure mine out, so I’m going to do that now.”

Just as we were about to separate and retreat to our rooms, Matt, swaying but still coordinated enough to grab my arm, pulled me toward the three of them.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he slurred, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “You’re part of this now.”

Before I could protest, he dragged me into their little circle. Nate and Chris immediately followed his lead, throwing their arms around both of us to complete the huddle.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” they all started chanting in unison, their voices loud and slurred but surprisingly synchronized.

I couldn’t help it, the absurdity of it all made me laugh, the kind of genuine laugh that comes out before you can even think about holding it back. They all looked so ridiculous, swaying and cheering like they were at some sporting event instead of just drunk in the middle of a villa.

“Okay, okay!” I said between laughs, holding up my hands in mock surrender. “You win! But if you’re not at least halfway sober by the time we leave for dinner, don’t expect me to sit anywhere near you!”

They all laughed too, Nate patting my shoulder like I’d just joined some exclusive club.

I stepped back from the chaotic huddle, still smiling as I shook my head. “Alright, that’s enough bonding for now. I’m going to head up and start getting ready” I said, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.

As I turned to leave, Matt called after me. “Wait!” He stumbled forward a step, catching his balance against the wall before straightening up. “I’ll bring you a drink to your room. You can’t start getting ready without a little buzz. It’s, like.. a vacation rule or something.”

I gave him a skeptical look, though I couldn’t help the smirk creeping onto my lips. “Matt, I don’t need you enabling my alcohol consumption. I can manage that all on my own, thanks.”

He smirked back, raising a finger in the air as if he’d just come up with a brilliant idea. “Nope. You’re part of the group now. And the group drinks together. I’ll bring you something good.. you won’t even taste the alcohol.”

“Somehow, that makes me even more nervous” I shot back, but I didn’t fight him on it. “But fine. Just don’t spill it on the way up, alright?”

Matt chuckled, placing a hand on his chest in mock seriousness. “I would never dishonor a drink like that.”

Shaking my head, I turned and made my way up the stairs, already mentally planning out how I’d do my makeup. If Matt was serious about bringing me a drink, maybe a little buzz wouldn’t be the worst thing while I got ready. After all, if I was going to spend the evening immersed in this group of chaos, I might as well have a head start.

a/n: things are.. changing...???

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[sunrisecaminus]

Ultra Magnus x Government Agent Reader SFW

Summary - Ultra Magnus falls in love with an human Agent after realizing she has a sweet side to her personality.

Warnings: Light Hurt/Comfort

Never have you ever thought you would be seeing real aliens when you first met the Autobots. Being one of the Agents from the US Government, you were assigned to see if Agent Fowler was doing his freaking job. That man has not gotten anything done to defeat the Decepticons that are trying to destroy the world. Now, you have been best friends with Fowler ever since college, but dang from what you have been hearing from your boss, he has been getting lazier and lazier. It was your job to see if he should be fired or not and get a replacement.

After a few months at the base, you have realized two things. One, the Autobots don't have enough recourses to even kill one Decepticon. Two, Fowler has been working his ass off for everyone to survive. Optimus was very kind to you when you arrived and introduced everyone to you. Ultra Magnus was professional, but you can tell he did not like your presence. The US government have been yelling at them about sitting on their afts, while also not providing anything for their survival. He has been warned by Fowler and Prime that humans don't understand what they were going through and so they will be very uncooperative if the bots even tried to explain themselves. "Prime sir, we should not be having anymore interference with these human leaders. Non of them have even came up once to listen to reason." He stared at Optimus with a pleading look, he didn't like to be similar to Ratchet, but he understood why Ratchet hated almost all humans. Optimus looked up from the data pad and gave him a stern look. "Ultra Magnus, I understand your lack of faith my friend, but you have to remember the humans that have helped us so far. Agent Fowler is one of the reasons we have not been kicked from this planet, the children have saved our lives, and Agent Y/n is here to help us get more supplies from the human's government if we give her reason that we are efficient enough."

Ultra Magnus hated that Optimus was right, but he was a bit suspicious of the last sentence. "I am sorry sir, but Agent y/n has not even once reported to the government in three month. I don't think we are up to her standards at all." Optimus closes his eyes to think. Magnus was right about that, you have not been really doing anything around the base except observe everyone's movements and work. Hell Ratchet has been quite annoyed by your presence since he has to stay at the base for most of the missions. He is holding on to you though, giving you hope. Only one person has been supportive of you, and that was Fowler. He told Optimus whole stories about you saving his sorry ass from college professors all the time. He told him many stories of you supporting him and even giving him a place to stay when he needed it the most. Fowler has said though you were a calculated person, and never really showed your emotions a lot. It was hard to tell if you are being nice or just straight cold. "We shall see Ultra Magnus, though I cannot confirm if she is as troubling as you say. I will talk to Agent Fowler once more, so please look over the kids."

When Optimus walked off, Magnus stayed around to make sure Miko wasn't going to prank Ratchet and helped Ralph with any questions he had about Cybertron. He than starts to hear the clicking of heels from the elevator. You had a clip board in hand and was already writing something down. Your h/c (hair color) hair looked all neat and your outfit seemed nice and custom made. Walking over to Ratchet, you ask for his latest findings from last night's mission and both of you started to talk about work. Honestly if Ratchet had a scale for which human was more annoying, you were probably around in the middle. He was able to keep a conversation with you, but from far away he would grumble about things he didn't like that you did. After a few minutes you walked over to Ralph and Ultra Magnus. You stood behind the couch and watched as Ralph was making a nice online form about his cultural findings. Of course, it wasn't public for other humans to see, but if he ever forgot about something he could always click over to his notes and see what he put down. "Ah, you are doing so well Ralph. Although you spells that wrong, the symbol you put down actually has a small line going across the bottom." You pointed out something on Ralph's computer and he gasps. "Oh crap! Your right! Dang I thought I studied that!" Magnus sees you smile for the first time. "Oh it's ok. It's impressive to see you learn so much already after only a week. Better than what I could do."

After you turn around, walking back to the railing from across the base to keep writing in your clip board, Magnus looks at Ralph confused. "What were you and Agent y/n talking about?" Ralph looks up at Magnus and shares his screen for him to see. "Oh? Y/n is teaching me how to read your alphabet! She knows a lot about Iaconian and helped me learn so I can surprise Optimus later! Don't tell him though." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. You knew Iaconian?! When did you have the time to learn such a difficult language?! Magnus couldn't help, but be flabbergasted by the fact you took the time to learn Iaconian and finally had enough. Did you like them or not? Why were you not reporting to your bosses and why haven't you left yet? You were only here to stay for a week…why haven't you left yet? He was getting to the bottom of it one way for another. He excuses himself and walks over to you. You see that a shadow surrounds your body and looks up. "Oh, good evening Ultra Magnus." You put your pen away and stood up straight to give your full attention to him. Magnus narrows his eyes and leans down just a smidge to be a bit closure to your frame. Look he may not like you, but at the very least he did not like intimidating people who are not Decepticons. "I need to speak with you Agent y/n. You have been keeping secrets from Prime and the rest of us, but now all of sudden you are learning Iaconian? What is your motivation?"

The smile that grew on your face made him a bit taken a back by the reaction. The smile looked nice on you, but he wasn't going to tell you that. "I have been monitoring everyone's work so I can give a long report to the government if they should give you their energon findings." WHAT?! The government had not only supplies, but they had the one resource they have been dying to get this whole time?! He clenched his hands into fists and looked angry. "You have energon is your procession? That stuff is useless for your species. Why didn't you report us being useful sooner. We could use those energon cubes to help give us more energy to fight for your planet." Before he could get even more angry, you put a hand up to shut him up. "Do not worry, I have already reported to them about you all working your hardest even with such little food. They needed a better report from me just in case you were pretending to be efficient for a week, so they have extended my stay for five months. At the end of my stay I will be in a very important meeting with all the higher ups to give my findings. Then they will happily give you all the crates they have by helicopter or by truck, just matters how much they are willing to give you." He could not believe this right now. This was the worse news he could get from you and he is trying not to go ape shit. "I understand this could be frustrating right now, but understand I am trying to poke them as much as I can to give you what you need. All of you have past the bar. In my book I would have given you everything by now after the first week. Right now I can't do anything but listen to their orders so you can be granted free supplies. Oh, and Optimus told me about where he lived back on Cybertron, I was curious about your culture so I had Bumblebee and Ralph help me learn. I am now known as one of the only human translators for Cybertronians and Humans. Luckily it seems you all already know English, though I would not have minded to be your spokes person."

This kind of made his anger fade…Your voice was not cold to him anymore. It seemed…sweet. This was the most care he has heard from you and it made him feel things he didn't want to feel. "W-well I appreciate you trying your best from what you have." Did he just stutter?! Oh Primus no, he needs to control himself. Why was he feeling such lovely feelings for you now?! He was just pissed a moment ago! You snapped him out of his staring and giggled. "Awe you are too kind. I need to go to Fowler now. I will see you before you all charge for the night, ok?" He nods and watches you leave. Your laugh was so cute. He needs to stop himself from feeling this way before he says something he is going to regret.

...

Bonus: Ratchet glares at Ultra Magnus while he scans him. "So a professional lady who works at the top has taken an interest in our species, her personality is a sweet yet serious person who gets the work done before she does anything else?" Sighing, Ratchet grabs his data pad and walks over to Ultra Magnus who looks at him for an answer to his condition. "You are not sick, you are just an idiot who fell in love with a fleshy."

[angelkiyo]

modern au high school hcs for my fav haikyuu boys based on my high school experiences + romance hcs <3

[miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi, oikawa torū, iwaizumi haijime]

a/n- part one + my asks are open bc i do not know what to write but im down for mostly anything tbh so ASK AWAY PLS

miya osamu

he has a similar gpa to his brother [gpa at a 2.5 😔]

is in culinary club and the president

since atsumu is a drake glazer, osamu makes sure to bring up kendrick everytime he hears a drake song

he had a field day when “not like us” mv dropped

even though his brother and him are opposites in a way, that hasn’t stopped osamu from being submitted on ‘inarizaki.bops’

he was most likely talking to a teacher

private insta with 300 followers

doesn’t give a fuck abt p.e and would be enjoying basketball if they weren’t able to play volleyball

osamu would probably also have a very casual way of dressing — stussy and abrocrombie fiend

steals from his brother’s nike collection while owning several pairs adidas gazelles and new balances himself

as for with his s/o, he would be more of a soft launch guy and would post stories of you two holding hands or the two of you in a mirror pic

he would def be holding your hand in the halls and having his arm around you

imagine peter k lara jean moment

your friends would find him to be a green flag

the two of you would use study hall to not study at all but use his little crock pot thing he got from tiktok shop and make food

would try to be nara smith one day and fail miserably

very much would wear ‘aqua de gio’ bc i said so (n would find atsumu’s cologne to be too strong)

dates would include: cooking at his place and eating your masterpieces while watching movies (esp spider-man bc he seems the type)

artists he would listen to: kendrick lamar, joey bada$$, childish gambino, doja cat

sakusa kiyoomi

annoyingly smart (3.6 gpa) and would probably get a 4/5 avg on his ap tests

if he wasn’t on volleyball, he seems the type to be in academic decathlon or science olympiad

would be keeping to himself but if he were to play a sport, it would be smt like lacrosse or tennis

he’s rich. like RICH RICH. (he goes to itachiyama with three siblings or smt)

so he’d wear like club monaco, j. crew, or like ralph lauren

would have a specific rotation of shoes that would be asics or new balance in white

insta would be like 700 followers and 32 following

for him and his s/o, he’d be like osamu and would be very much soft launch you

even though he hates crowds, he would very much like to go out with you shopping (in a shopping center that has nobody/barely anyone)

kiyoomi may be presenting himself as a cold and calculating and he can be, but he’s a soft to ppl he’s close with

him and komori would use brain rot language ironically (I just see that lemme elaborate) after komori would use brain rot language unironically

he would use it with you once “by accident”

he kept hearing komori say it and said it subconsciously

and then never again after the second hand embarrassment he got

“on skibidi…?”

you still bring it up to this day (he blames komori)

dates would include movie nights and making pillow forts

artists he would listen to: sza, 21 savage, kanye west, playboi carti

oikawa torū

would be a note taking fiend and be an honors/ap student with a 3.4

he would be on a ‘bop’ page for volleyball in general

great king? nah great bop

instead of being a wyll warrior, he’d be one of the mfks on insta that would slide up with a 😍 then ghost you after dm-ing

another dior sauvage user and on some days, versace eros…

caught up in the central cee madz drama

also obsessed with watching nara smith (me too)

he’s team ice spice

would be very persistent in taking 0.5s

though because of this, he purposely fluffs up his bangs and hair for him to not fall victim to 0.5s

if he didn’t play volleyball, he would play badminton/tennis

would be a SLUTTTT for pinterest clean boy fits

very clean boy core with his lululemon mens shit and would be shopping at alo + urban outfitters

also ralph lauren teddy bear sweaters n golden gooses

his insta user would be smt like “theyenvy_.toruuu” or basic like his full name and he would have more than 3k followers

THOUGH HE WOULD BE MAKING THOSE SHARED POSTS W YOU.

his finsta would be very full of you and spams of volleyball

nle choppa slut me out 2 glazer

dates would include: self care day at either one of your places while watching baddies or real housewives +shopping

artists he would listen to: laufey, cigarettes after sex, olivia rodrigo, megan thee stallion, nle choppa

iwaizumi hajime

he went to uci so he has his shit tgt (nhs and 3.9 type shit w aps)

though, he would definitely be apart of debate club and a lacrosse person if he didn’t do volleyball

shops at psycho bunny or hollister. the occasional lululemon shirt bc oikawa put him on

would wear yeezys and supreme, i fear

i can see him being into watching the “who tf did I marry” series

massive gym bro

would have his finsta tracking his gains

his fyp would also probably be workouts and those “baby don’t hurt me” meme tiktoks (idk how to explain)

would be the winner of senior assassin

he would def shoot oikawa first

type of person to wear ‘obession’ by calvin klein mixed with axe body spray

as for insta, he would def have a good 1k

would post you to the cutest songs ever and collab on posts

HARD LAUNCH TYPA GUY

yall would have like a specific song that would make him be like “this is our songgg”

in his head

most likely a tyler song

aka ‘sweet/i thought you wanted to dance’

he’d be the okokok to your lalalala

dates would include: him just spoiling you and dinner dates

artists he would listen to: tyler the creator, metro boomin, 21 savage, kendrick lamar, j. cole

[sugar-crash]

🍬King Candy (Wreck-It Ralph) x (gn) Reader👑

(Picture’s not mine!)

(Request here! HAPPY BELATED HALLOWEEN!!🔑 oh yeah woo yeah oh yeah woo yeah woo yeah oh yeah oh woo woo yeah woo yeah

woo yeah woo time yeah yeah woo yea—)

- This is a hard thing for him to explain away as easily as he could with other things, for one you were the very thing he was seemingly against— A glitch—

- From another game of course but still a glitch nonetheless… So he doesn’t exactly tell anyone of your… Predicament, especially if you want to keep that to yourself considering the stigmatization of being a glitch.

- Before the incident, he comes to realize the link between your glitching and your anxiety and tries so hard to make sure most situations in his control don’t get you to that point, don’t want you to be at any level of stress so you don’t get to that point.

- But what happens when you both (more like he decides to cause… Yeah he’s an ass) finally decide to officially declare the relationship to Sugar Rush

- He knew you’d probably be angry, and a bit anxious, but not what happened— The feeling of not knowing what to do next ate him up alive at that moment to the point where he didn’t know what to do next…

- He’s used to being quick on his feet when it came to spinning a narrative, but with something like this?? How could he? So he of course calls everything off at that moment, yelling at the doughnut cops as they try to feebly protest against his order before he’s out the door in his kart to follow you.

- He can’t hide how much he cares for you at that moment, his obvious weakness for you practically screaming in his opinion as he tracks you down and comforts you— Not admitting what he did was a mistake for a while as you two talk and talk and talk until he begrudgingly relents.

- In his defense he didn’t think you’d react this badly, but he shouldn’t have expected you to have reacted positively to him doing this behind your back.

- The re-establishment of boundaries is like pulling teeth with him at this time, honestly, at any time it would be— But he must realize what he did was a complete violation of this relationship.

- It does take him time to realize the way he tackled this was godawful but you do have to give him credit, I think a part of him thought that talking it over with you would’ve caused you to panic over the paranoia of what the candy people may think of you two being a thing…

- The “ripping off the bandaid” method, something he would most certainly try to do with a situation like this. Loser.

- He’s unapologetic as all hell, something he displays throughout his appearance in the movie, but because of your importance to him, he does make a point to be there for you when it’s his fault you’re all torn out of shape and glitching all over the place.

- When you guys get back (if you’re comfortable with that), King Candy is quick to explain away your glitching as being far more “stable” in comparison to Venallope’s, therefore you should be treated properly as both King Candy’s partner and as a friend of Sugar Rush, glitch and all.

- Honestly with the candy people of Sugar Rush, I kind of see a parallel to how people are like in real life when it comes to things they consider abnormal… Take the Puritans for example, they were extreme with their attempts to get rid of sin… And people who didn’t fit the norm.

- It all ties into fear, and people like King Candy use that fear to manipulate the masses into thinking a certain way… Till it doesn’t benefit him anymore.

- Much like how the Salem Witch Trials ended, as a man of power, he may have let up on some of the stigma around being a glitch, but of course not all of it— He has to have a way to villainize Venallope after all.

- You’re his shining exception to his hate, you’re a stable glitch, something he never EVER says to your face, and he makes sure his people don’t say it either.

- He uses every trick in the book to cover his and your ass at that moment, pulling stuff right out of his ass, probably one of the most times he ever lied about something…

- That and when he got Ralph from wanting to crush him under one of those meaty paws of his to a somber hero who has to do the unforgivable for the sake of what’s good... And all that corny ass BULLSHIT.

- It isn’t exactly sunshine and rainbows beyond that either. Your outburst is something he uses as a manipulation tool later on as a thing to hold against you, it’s just second nature to him.

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[numinousher]

CHANTAJE! (xix)

PAIRING: ceo!bts x actress(female)!reader

SUMMARY: being under the watchful eye of the media and your fans, your managers are in desperate need of regaining back your popularity after other influencers who hate you cause mayhem to your life. what best way to do so by having you pretend to be in a relationship with the popular 7 who are known to be intensely wealthy and stoic? will you be able to regain their trust or will they go with their promise of damaging your reputation even more?

WARNING(S) FOR LATER: gore/blood/murder, harassment/bullying, mental health talks (nothing badly triggering), child endangerment (mc was a child actor, again nothing badly triggering. if there is, there will be a warning)

NOTE: watching wreck it ralph at the moment 😋

TAGLIST (CLOSED): @parapiop7 @an-ever-angry-bi @softforyoongles @thenaverse @chansatlan @juju-227592 @skyys-universe @carolinexkpop @reallysparklychaos @namjooncrabs @savagemickey03 @drunkzseok @svnbangtansworld @2ne1unni

“It’s 4 am. Why the fuck are you in my room?”

Jimin innocently smiled as he stood on the doorway of your room, his crossed arms resting on his chest. He stepped closer to you, passing you a spare hoodie that was most likely his since it in fact smelt like him.

“We’re going out,” he simply answered, watching you put on the hoodie and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. He turned the lights on and it caused you to flinch since your eyes failed at adjusting to the sudden brightness. “Come on.”

“Fuck you, I’m tired,” you grumbled, slumping back on the bed. You went back to cover yourself so you could go to sleep, but Jimin stepped in to stop you from doing so. “I’m going to scream so loud my guards will think I’m being kidnapped.”

“Oh, my God.”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Jimin leaned down to slip his arm under your knees and placed his other arm around your back to make sure you weren’t going to fall. He was ready to feel you fight back, but you let your head rest on his chest with soft snores escaping your mouth.

“Is she sleeping?” Jungkook asked as soon as he saw Jimin carrying your figure.

“Ye—”

“Shut up, I’m just ignoring you for fucking waking me up, asshole,” you mumbled, though he chuckled at feeling you nuzzle into his chest as if he were your pillow.

“Turns out she tends to curse a lot if you wake her up,” Jimin said with a smile, trying his hardest to put you down on the middle seat. Jin snorted. “Y/n, you need to sit down.”

“No,” you whined, your eyes still closed. “You’re so warm.”

He shook his head, a small sigh escaping his lips. He knew Taehyung and Jungkook got like this, too, so he let his hand rub your back.

“Just let me sit you down for now and then I can carry you on my lap, okay?” That question caught your attention by the way you completely stilled. All of their eyes were on you once you moved in Jimin’s arms to place your feet on the floor, grumbling small curses with your eyes closed all while you got inside the car. Jimin breathlessly chuckled. “I want to take a video of this.”

“Ji—”

Jimin took out his phone, yes, but not to take a video. He took a picture of you with your eyes struggling to keep themselves open and your head flopping on Jin’s shoulder.

“She argues with me next time, I’ll threaten her,” he mischievous chuckled under his breath, ignoring Jungkook’s glare since he has made it clear he didn’t want them blackmailing you in any type of way. “Alright let’s go.”

Getting in the car and driving away, you let your brain fully process the fact you were being kidnapped. They really took you from the comfort of your room and for what? Who knew. You were too busy letting your eyes open.

“Where are we going?” You mumbled against Jimin’s chest, feeling his hand rubbing your thigh. You were surprised he actually kept his word on carrying you on his lap. “At least let me know.”

“Going to see the sunset on the beach,” Jungkook responded from his seat, eating the snacks Jin was handing him. “It’s usually a routine we do every two weeks around this time and, well, I’m pretty sure it’s obvious but, we decided to incorporate you in it!”

“By literally taking me hostage?” You continued to mumble with a pout, dozing off again. Jimin watched you with amusement. He couldn’t wait to tease you once you woke up. “Okay, just don’t make too much noise. Wake me up once we get there.”

They all hummed in acknowledgment and heard your soft snores again blend in with the random song playing on the radio.

“I have never seen her act this way,” Jimin said, looking out the window while the thumb of his subconsciously rubbed your cheek. He deeply inhaled. “Should we be concerned?”

“Jimin, you literally woke her up at a time she’s not used to being woken up at,” Jin responded, snickering at the fact Jimin was worried because you were tired. “Well, she probably is but her brain is wired to know that she’s not working and she has no clue as to why she’s being woken up at 4-in-the-fucking-morning.”

“She’ll live,” Jimin dismissed him with a wave of his hand, rolling his eyes.

“Thanks a lot for caring about me,” you grumbled out, pushing Jimin away from you as if touching him was vile. He scoffed and regained his posture, looking at you in disbelief at the fact you really pushed him away. “Jerk.”

“You are literally breathing after being woken up early,” Jimin immediately went to defend himself, hiding the amused smile threatening to spread on his lips once he came to see your pout. You hadn’t even noticed you were doing that. “You’re living, right?” An annoyed agreement was heard. “That’s what I thought. Now, shut the hell up and come here so you can sleep in my arms.”

“No.” He raised an eyebrow at your curt answer. You looked away from him, your arms crossed over your shoulder. Jungkook eyed you over the rear view mirror and shook his head to himself at seeing how cute you were. “You told me to shut the “hell” up. You’re being mean.”

“You’re being dramatic, babe,” Jimin said with such sass in his voice. “Come on.”

“Girl, you want me in your arms so bad,” you chuckled out, now starting to become fully aware of everything. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and looked at the time on the radio. “What the hell?” They all jumped at the sudden raise of your voice. “You guys, it’s about to be 5 am. My alarm is set at 11 am, 6 more hours! And you idiots came to kidnap me to do what?”

“Um, to look at the sunrise,” Jin responded with an innocent smile, glancing at you over his shoulder.

“Oh.” Your facial expression relaxed and morphed into one of happiness. “Why didn’t you say so?”

“I-” Jimin let out, brows furrowing. “We told you!”

“Yeah, when I was still sleepy, I bet,” you scoffed out, giving him back the same attitude. Rolling his eyes yet again, Jimin grabbed your elbow and brought you closer to his side. He didn’t look at you, and he didn’t dare to, but he was fine just bringing you closer to his side so he can wrap an arm around your shoulders. “You want me so bad.”

“Shut up.”

“You want me to be in your arms.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Just say you want a kiss—”

Jimin inhaled and exhaled through his nose rather deeply and looked down at you with a raise of his brow. “Do you want me to kiss you?” You looked away but he lowly chuckled, bringing your face up to meet his. “Don’t get shy. If you want me to kiss you so bad you have to tease me, I have no problem complying.”

You squinted your eyes and looked away from his gaze. “Suck ass.”

Jimin laughed to himself and strayed his eyesight to look outside, eyeing the way the sky was brightening to a lighter blue. He raised his phone and eyed the time. 5 AM.

“We’re here.”

Helping you out of the car, Jimin pursed his lips as if he was leaning in for a kiss. Rolling your eyes at his obvious teasing, you placed your palm on his lips and pushed his face away.

“Just say you want me, y/n,” Jimin called out after you.

“Shut your mouth, Jimin!” You yelled back. “It’s obvious you want me considering the fact you want me to admit I want you.”

“No I just want you to admit you want me because you are insinuating you want me—”

“‘I want you’ ‘you want me’,” Jin scoffed out, pushing you two away from the car to head towards the beach. He put Jimin’s raised hand down, his phone having been turned on to show you the picture of you sleeping. “You two can last at least an hour without bickering.”

“But—”

“I will make you two kiss,” Jin threatened, making you and Jimin hush up almost instantly.

“That will be without my consent,” you murmured, walking off to be next to Jungkook. Said man chuckled at seeing the way you weren’t too keen on the idea of being made to kiss Jimin, so he grabbed your hand and made you two walk closer to the water.

But, as soon as you two felt the immensely cold water, you took a step back and went back to sit on the blanket Jin had placed down.

You four sat there and just sat there to enjoy the breeze and the beautiful sky starting to be painted in an orange-ish color. It had been a while since you got to enjoy something like this. There would be beach scenes in some of your films and shows, but you weren’t there for too long as you were now.

“Here, angel,” Jungkook quietly spoke as if he spoke any louder he would wake up the neighborhood. He gave you a drink and watched with satisfaction at you enjoying yourself. “Nice fit by the way.”

Feeling his shoulder nudge yours, you gasped and glanced at your choice of clothing. “Oh… this is nothing bad compared to my usual. It was a bit cold tonight so I wore pants.”

“You wear shorts?” He asked. You nodded. “You look fluffy with those pants.”

“I do, don’t I?” You smiled. Though, your brows furrowed simultaneously, depicting your confusion. “This is not my sweater, though.”

“It’s mine, angel.” You sighed at hearing Jimin’s voice pipe in and the way he called you by the name Jungkook called you. “You see? You want me.”

“You gave me your sweater, which means you wanted me to wear it, a.k.a you want me.” Jin and Jungkook glanced at each other at hearing your bickering. “Do you wish it was you I was kissing when you watch my movies?”

“Never watched a movie of yours in my life,” Jimin easily lied through his teeth, shrugging. “You’re not my type of actress.”

“That’s good, because I am for others,” you innocently smiled. “Even Jungkook’s.”

“That’s true,” Jungkook hummed.

“Shut up.”

A moment of silence surrounded you all again and Jin broke it this time to talk to you.

“Is your family always like that?” He asked, talking about your family meeting the day before where Jimin and Namjoon talked about it during dinner.

“Oh, so it’s this type of outing today, huh?” You teased, a small laugh escaping your mouth. You sighed and nodded, rubbing your hands up and down. “But, yes. I was sleeping the stress off since I have to meet with them today, too. My mom wants to talk to me more and I can’t deny it because she will extend the family dinner.”

“Extend it how?”

“She would change it from seeing each other for once every three months to seeing each other three times every month,” you breathed out in an annoyed matter. You ran a hand over your face as you continued. “But, yes. My family is always like that. It’s just her and my dad, though.”

“Does she not realize that you being in a fake relationship with us means more people discovering you?” Jin asked, leaning back against his palms.

“They don’t see it that way,” you said. “They see it as something more… dangerous, I guess. If you speak bad about me, if our relationship goes bad, my career goes down, too. You are more liked, more powerful, I’m just an actress. They see it as me already ruining my image.”

“Well—”

“Why are you guys so interested with my relationship with them either way?” You asked, accidentally cutting off Jin’s words. You quickly uttered an apology.

“Just want to know more about who you are,” Jin shrugged as he answered. “I feel like Jungkook and even Jimin know more about you than me.”

“Don’t worry, you’re my favorite out of the 7.”

You got taken back home at 8 AM.

After your conversation at the beach, you got to actually know Jin a lot more than you thought you would. For example, he was the only one who actually didn’t have parents. He had an aunt and uncle who took him in that he considered parents but other than that, his parents disowned him and he was left with no one that wanted him.

You didn’t know why but, Jin, Yoongi, and Hoseok resonated with you a lot. They treated you with such respect so far and though it was the bare minimum, you liked being with them. Though you barely hung out with them, Jin promised to take you out on a little picnic with the three so you could, one.) taste Yoongi and Jin’s food, two.) get to know Hoseok more and three.) get to actually understand the relationship they all have in a world where a 7 people relationship was not very common.

They promised to take you.

If you could all survive the dinner your parents planned out of nowhere. You hadn’t known about it and had it not been for your sister texting you about it, you would not have been able to mentally prepare for the dinner.

“What are you guys doing here?” You whispered to Jungkook, who sat next to you after he and the other 6 unexpectedly came to sit down on the table you and your family were sitting at. “I thought this was an all-family dinner.”

“Your mom told Chan-woo to let us know about this so she could meet all of us,” Jungkook said with the same hushed tone you were talking in. “Though, I think she’s up to something.”

“I feel at least more comfortable knowing you guys are here,” you said with a look of relief washing over your facial features. “I didn’t know how I was going to deal with them after having 4 hours of sleep.”

“Sorry,” Jungkook winced. “If you want, since we’re not busy, we can go to your house later today to have a sleepover and you can sleep on me.”

“So you guys can take pictures and blackmail me with them?” You arched a brow, leaving him to glance at Jimin. “Yeah, he sent me a message saying to stop arguing with him because he was going to send my picture to Dispatch.”

“Are you going to let him blackmail you?”

“Hell no,” you said, making sure your parents weren’t hearing you. “Fucking asshole doesn’t realize that Yoongi is literally my guy. He sent me pictures already.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jungkook shook his head. “Of course he did.”

“He doesn’t know, though.”

“I do now, sweet girl,” you jumped at hearing that familiar voice whisper in your ear. You rolled your eyes and kept your composure because you did not mention fake dating them to your parents. They believed you were actually dating them. “I dare you to post them.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” You hissed, looking at the now empty chair you just saw him sitting at. “You were just there.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to show you my new wallpaper,” Jimin said, a smile forming on his lips so you can see the new photo he had put on his lockscreen. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Delete that right now, Jimin,” you demanded, your hand going up to take away his phone from his grasp.

“No thank you.”

“Then, I will put the one of you sleeping with your nose being dragged up by Hoseok,” you threatened, showing him the photo Yoongi had gracefully sent you. You smiled at the way his own smile faded. “It will be pretty, no?”

“You guys are just putting each other as your wallpaper,” Jungkook butt in, taking a sip of his drink. “Screams very couple-y.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-uh.”

“Whatever.”

Jimin stood up from his squatted position and went to sit back on his seat to talk with Hoseok and Namjoon. They turned to look at you and you innocently smiled at the three as if you weren’t just bickering with Jimin.

Though, the peacefulness surrounding you 8 was gone in a blink of an eye when your mother spoke up. You had forgotten they were there.

“We invited you to dinner to talk about… whatever this is,” she said, gesturing towards you and the guys. “We don’t support it.”

“Well, we do,” you said, standing your ground. Jungkook placed a comforting hand on top of your thigh as he came to realize standing up to your parents wasn’t easy.

“We don’t,” your mother continued. “This is going to damage you, Y/n. Completely damage you. These men don’t love you and they will use that against you to ruin your reputation until you’re blacklisted here. Do you want that?”

“No, but—”

“Whatever,” your mom cut you off, a harsh scoff escaping past her lips at the way you even tried to defend yourself. “Do not even think this relationship will bring more coverage for you. We have worked hard to give you this life and this is how you repay us?”

“Stop—”

“You do not know what you’re doing in life, Y/n! This is all going to come back to hurt you and the career we built for yo—”

“You do not talk to her that way!” Namjoon stood up to raise his voice, too, shocking everyone at the way his calm composure diminished in a matter of seconds. “You fucking respect her in the house she bought for you with the money she made for working hard.”

As your parents aimed their anger at him now, you glanced at Jungkook once you came to see his utter nonchalance. He had stilled for a sec at hearing the voices raising, but he continued on to play with his food like nothing had happened a minute later.

At feeling your questioning gaze on him, he met your eyes and waved off your concern.

“I’m used to it,” he simply answered with a shrug, his fingertips tapping on the table out of anxiety at hearing the way your parents were raising their voices at you to a max. “I’m not a big fan of fighting.”

You sent him a reassuring smile and placed a hand on top of his moving one. “I’m not either.” You sighed and leaned back against your chair, watching Namjoon yell at your mom with a solemn expression. “It’s a lot.”

He snorted a bit, taking a sip of his drink, and lightly squeezed your fingers. “How did you handle that?”

You didn’t stray away your eyesight from your parents faces, eyeing their facial expressions to see what mood they were in (clearly anger), and you shrugged.

“I don’t know,” you muttered, and you could almost laugh at the fact it looked like a scene of a movie with you and Jungkook sitting in the background and watching the chaos unravel in front of you in what looked like slow motion. But, you couldn’t laugh. Not when you knew that Jungkook drifting off as soon as he heard yelling caused alarms to go off in your head. “I don’t even think I’m used to it now.”

“Having a toxic relationship with parents is just hard to get rid of,” Jungkook said with a small sigh escaping his lips. “It also causes a lot of commitment issues when your whole life you’re used to being mistreated.”

“Do we have to let them shape us, though?”

“Nope,” Jungkook breathed out while wearing a tight-lipped smile. He glanced at you and then at the others. “That’s why I’m happy with life now. I have you and the others, and that’s enough for me to realize I am in a relationship where there’s a lot of love.” At realizing his words, he cleared his throat. “I mean, we aren’t in a real relationship.”

You hadn’t even processed his words from before. But the second sentence did cause a little pain to form on your chest. You weren’t dating. He was right. Just hearing him mention that you and the others made him happy, made your own heart fluttered.

You slowly nodded.

“Not in a relationship.”

He nodded, too.

Looking up to see your parents now talking about you to each other, he stood up with your hand still clasped in his and his eyes meeting the others.

“Let’s go.”

< before - after >

[everettes-requiem]

why talk about the others when i can talk about myself? i find it rather offensive you’re even asking about them.. but oh well. at least it’s about my opinion and not a “oh how are they?” “say hi to someone for me!”, otherwise i would have gone mad.

some are more bearable than others,

for example: simon, despite being all loony and ruining the choir’s look with his constant faints and i assure you, it is majorly trying to have to haul his addled self up to a place where he can rest, he can be dare i say pleasant sometimes. he may speak nonsense at times, but he’s one to help, useful, and i guess he’s... kind, something very far and few inbetween. perhaps that’s why no one really likes him, people don’t like those who are different. he’s still very much batty ‘hough, it would be better if he didn’t share his thoughts

then there’s ralph. he’s, fine i suppose. it’s just, it’s rather hard to tell with him. i mean, it’s difficult to form a solid opinion on him considering he… he’s odd, and little seem to notice it or see him that way. i don’t know how else to describe it which is shocking, i know. as someone who got full marks in writing, you’d think i’d have enough adjectives known to describe him. but, even then, there are special cases. my father told me you don’t want to be special, at least not like that, because then you’ll be sent where the mental are. i’m special though, but in a reverenced way and i don’t mean he’s odd like a roger odd, or maurice odd. it’s just, one moment he’s splashing about in the water like a littlun and the next he’s so serious about duties. first he’s so friendly with that god awful merridew, and next he’s to simon, and then he and piggy are attached. he’s a leader, and suddenly he’s a coward. but, as much as i would like to keep going i can’t say much, to be fair i did vote for him even if it was only to spite merridew

i do absolutely hate it ‘hough when he’s always going “everette! go and build a hut!”, get it in your mind that i’ve self designated myself to fire duty. why ask me to build a hut? im not going to get all dirty, you mangy ket.

oh and don’t get me started on piggy. it’s always all blether with him, i can barely stand him. even me saying his name is making my head hurt because apparently that’s all he likes to do. i’ll admit, his ideas could have a smidge of potential if it weren’t for how narking he is, it’s all whine with him and all he talks about is “oh but my aunt” and “ralph, my asthma!”. the only thing he’s useful for isn’t even himself, but his glasses. i mean, how else would we start the fire? i’m sure if he didn’t have those then he would have lived true to his name, all the other boys would have butchered him by now, if he wasn’t already slaughtered by the amount offenses thrown his way.

merridew, jack merridew. the way he speaks, the way he looks, the way he acts, the way his gritting voice sings kyrie eleison? he’s an absolute fool and i hate him, i despise every part of him. and you might be saying that i’m over exaggerating, that i simply am overestimating the extent of it, but i know well how i feel about him. everyone knows it, i know it, he knows it, and i have no problem letting you know either. you wanted to know my opinion so badly after all. you wouldn’t understand.

merridew has always been someone who has been intertwined into my life no matter how much i try to untangle myself. in school he was always the one to raise his hand first, just a second before me. in choir he was always the one appointed to lead small sections for some reason while the director was gone for a few moments despite the fact i sing better, i keep counts better. when there was church it seemed as though his bible was apart of him, praise following him for being so devout. i knew how he truly was though, i knew that the choir prefect, chapter choister, merridew was really just a pathetic boy.

one day, i told myself. i’d be free, be rid, from the wretchedness that consumed me. but no, god had other plans. grace was not given when we crashed on this island. stuck with merridew, more stuck than i ever have been. the way he’s so adamant about hunt, about that pursuit for blood. the way he sharpens a stick made spear, found no doubt about the bouts of forest. salvation, i need salvation. hate, gods i hate him. i hate him, i hate his freckled face, i hate his eyesore ginger hair, i hate the way he looks at me. he will never be better than me.

— everette ainsworth

[shadowyone]

Give me the full King Candy x your OC lore

Buckle up! This one's a long one-- I apologize in advance

(This is the regular Wreck It Ralph AU where she's there! So it isn't my Royal Family AU or other AU versions of Scarlet! I can always drop the lore on those ones too!)

Scarlet's game, Forest Heroes was made in 1982. The same time around TurboTime and Fix It Felix Jr. Scarlet's game was introduced about four or so months, because her game was all about the environment and people just weren't into those kinds of games. So, her cabinet was constantly going from storage to storage and arcade to arcade until she finally arrived at Litwak's. She's the queen of her game and only appears if the players make it to the end to have her congratulate them. Due to no one playing her game towards the end or just in general, she was stuck in her castle, watching players walk by.

She was right across from Turbo Time, so every day, she saw him race and be loved by all in the earlier days. Scarlet already struggles with connecting with people a lot, due to how many times her game has been moved about and unplugged, it has definitely fucked her up just a bit. Not to mention all the isolation.

Their first meet-up was in Tappers when he welcomed her for being a newbie and he charmed her. Scarlet has no idea he only invited her over for a win, as he had few losses that day, so he needed someone to boost his ego and she was kind enough. So, what does he do? Take her for a spin and talk all about how great he is.

Scarlet took this as affection and wanted to get closer. Turbo doesn't do affection or relationships, so he began to distance himself from her but would come around if he needed another ego boost or some random ass compliments thrown his way. RoadBlasters happened and she heard/saw the whole thing. She believes his whole going Turbo moment was a testament. She believes this whole stunt was due to him being angry and hating his game and the endless cycle it was, rather than him doing it out of jealousy. Scarlet quite literally believes that he's just like her and stuck in a horrible loop of their games, but Turbo just doesn't want to be vocal about it.

For years she mourned him and kept to her endless cycle. Visiting Tappers every now and then. One day, She saw King Candy walk in. She was certain it was him, due to his height, his voice, and the way he acted. Stalker Scarlet moment. She watches him from afar and during the movie events, she comes into Sugar Rush to confirm her suspicions. This annoys King Candy of course, constantly trying to get rid of her, because he believes she's annoying and also a huge threat to his cover.

(This is where she wears her disguises. Like X-celerate and Jester Sweetens) For the most part, she sticks around in his castle, not caring about her game anymore, practically forgetting about it, because all she wants to do is be by his side. He likes the ego-boosting and the cheering, but he still doesn't entirely like her. Deep down he likes her a little, but he's not going to admit that and he's far too busy for any kind of relationship (Like racing and killing Vanellope) Scarlet does show a bit of her darker side though, begins to make torture suggestions or even cheering him on to kill someone via racing or just in general. (I still want to make her a bit deranged and evil)

Boom, King Candy becomes Cybrid and tosses her down the peppermint pit for being annoying and she crawls out as a giant cybrid who's a bit feral, but loyal to him. In the end when the Diet Cola Mountain erupts, Scarlet wants nothing more than to die, because she believes she's ugly, In a constant battle with her bug brain, And there's just nothing for her to go back to. Without him and her game, her life is kind of pointless now. She grabs King Candy by the arm and yanks them both towards the boiling cola and then they die together.

I want to keep working on her and the regular AU of her just being there. There's so many fun ideas I can do and I don't exactly want her to be a goody two-shoes, because yeah she's selfish and a bit evil herself. Nobody respects her or her game. She's constantly mistaken for a princess and she truly has no kingdom or subjects to rule over. So, I think there's a ton of jealousy she has towards Turbo that morphed into this obsession of being with him and being understood by someone. She does love him though. And Turbo loves her in his own odd way (Even though he struggles to show it) She's a bit complicated in my eyes and I just love what she's become. Instead of this kind woman trying to get the love of Turbo, she's got more to her going on under the surface. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk- God this is so long-

[sodafrog13]

someone mentioned wanting to see my rationale for referring to ralph with it/its. so here's that!

ralph is very clearly uncomfortable with its own humanity, seen with its general self-loathing and the ever prominent quote of "if i was a real person, zimforth wouldn't want me". because of this, i feel like it probably makes sense for it to attempt to separate from being seen as human as much as possible, which includes referring to itself as though it were an object.

frankly, if ralph could get away with just not referring to itself at all, it probably would. but considering it can't even hear its own name without it being heavily distorted, i imagine this to be rather difficult, so it/its is the closest it feels it can get to being nothing.

it doesn't really tell anyone this, though, not even johnny for the most part. mostly just to keep up its façade, but also because it's like. acutely aware of when it does things that aren't considered "normal" in public, and it hates that feeling even though it knows it's not normal. and it doesn't want to draw attention to itself, so it just lets people call it by he/him even though it makes it uncomfortable because it just doesn't have the right words to say about the whole thing.

in that same vein, if you were to ask it, it'd probably just tell you its a man. again, just bc i don't think it'd have the vocabulary to describe how it feels about things like that so it mostly just identifies as a man for sake of convenience rather than anything else. that and i feel like even if it was keyed into that kind of stuff, i feel it'd probably have that whole complex of "the end of the world is on my shoulders, when would i have time to think about my own gender?????" bc i mean. i'd probably think that too LOL

...as an aside, johnny probably gets an inkling for it at some point? just because ralph is the only person he ever has contact with for about 10 years anyways, so i figure that he'd probably be more tuned into its habits just by nature of proximity. i don't even think they'd have a whole conversation about it either, i just think johnny would refer to ralph as he in one of his little "a man kept me in his basement" quips, and ralph would very quietly just say smth like "its, not his". and johnny would just process that for a little bit before saying "ok. its basement, then." and they would just not talk about it past that.

also obligatory addendum of: do not think that this is the only reason why most people who go by it/its choose to do that. i am trying to pathologize a 59 year old man who stalks and kills people for an unknown god who hates it. i'd like to believe that people can be normal about those who use it/its, but if i see any clownery about it i am blocking you on sight.

[lemotmo]

I’m so torn on what I want to happen vs what can happen vs what will happen lmao.

Like Tim is fully stealing ao3 plots right now so I would find it hilarious for Buck and Eddie who are already insane about each other, but even more so when they have to share the other with someone else, go on this journey of Buck trying to make new friends.

So there they are, on their face time call (since Ryan said they would be) and bucks going on about his new besties he’s trying to make. Meanwhile Eddie’s hating his life and contemplating how fast he can get back to LA 😂 bonus points if it’s where one of them is another dog but Eddie doesn’t know it’s a dog and is just like 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 this is fine. Totally fine. So he’s got another fiend. Big deal he’s allowed to have other friends. I gave him a child but sure fine Ralph is just soooooo great. Look at his smile. Must be thanks to perfect pretty Ralph. Meanwhile, bucks smiling because he had like a peanut butter or cheese covered treat and the dog licked his hand and it made him smile for the first time since Eddie left 😂😂😂

Or with the whole Bobby’s mom leads a cult. Perfect time for good old confused and lonely lost Buck to stumble his way in. Will he accidentally join a cult in his quest to expand his social circle 😂😂😂😂

We definitely know and have seen now though, out of the two of them, Eddie is definitely the one that’s smoother sf making friends, and Buck, is going to be this big awkward mass of messy awkward cringe lmao. Leaving all of his “new friends” going 👁️ 👄 👁️ who’s Eddie ???

YES Nonny! You get it! You get the vision! This episode has so much unlocked potential. We have seen two bangers of episodes so far. I need the show to keep up the energy and give us another one.

I need to see Bobby's crazy mom interact with Athena. I need Buck to go out there and find new friends while talking about Eddie. I need Eddie to go bonkers in Texas. I just-- I need it all and I need to SEE it now! Why do we have to wait so long? 😭

[agentnico]

Conclave (2024) review

This Pope is dope!

Plot: Cardinal Lawrence is tasked with one of the world's most secretive and ancient events - leading the selection of a new pope. Surrounded by powerful religious leaders in the halls of the Vatican, he soon uncovers a trail of deep secrets that could shake the very foundation of the Roman Catholic Church.

Since his stellar 2022 adaptation of All Quiet on the Western Front that bagged him a Best International Feature Academy Award, Edward Berger showcased himself as a director to keep an eye out for. I did not expect him to be back so quickly, yet here we are with Conclave, and goodness we he may have yet another awards contender on his hands. This movie is all about lies, deception, manipulation and strategy, all encapsulated in this global scale game of chess. From the offset one may question how interesting a movie about a bunch of cardinals picking the next Pope could be. Like it’s just a bunch of men in red caps sitting and talking. But believe me this is far from a boring tale, as Berger manages to turn this intimate and supposedly-holy ritual into a thrilling and tense experience that echoes the scheming, backstabbing nature and intrigue of something like Game of Thrones whilst also feeling strikingly relevant. I’m not saying this thing is full of sex and blood, but truly this movie about priests gossiping is extremely entertaining and engaging. Whenever the ballot result was being announced after every vote, I’m not going to lie, and I hate using this term, I was at the edge of my seat, wondering who the next front runner was.

Part of me wishes this took a Death of Stalin approach with all these cardinals trying to one up each other to get to the top, as there is so much comedy potential in that. However this movie plays it mostly straight, yet it does still manage to find some humour in the interactions, with especially one of the most diabolical vape hits of all time, and I don’t just mean in cinema history. Truly though this is a really well made piece of drama, and also fantastically shot, as Berger and his crew manage to turn the Vatican into a highly cinematic location, with even a small behind-the-scene auditorium darkened in a way that only the red of the cardinals clothing and the turquoise blue seats are highlighted, which I must say was a phenomenal minimalistic approach. Also a bird’s eye sequence of the cardinals holding white umbrellas and walking past a fountain - chef’s kiss! Huge shout out to Volker Bertelmann’s music score, as even though I think his work on All Quiet on the Western Front was overrated and dull, here his style works much better, with his score dominating a specific sound made by a string chamber orchestra, that mirrored the movie’s constant theme of being “stuck”.

With this cast you already expected high class performances, but truly they are great. Elegant, crafty, poised, but never shy of getting emotional when needed, Ralph Fiennes abilities of balance continue to impress me with how he invests in making a good character. It’s a reserved yet powerful performance. Stanley Tucci goes a bit more theatrical, his character the voice of the "liberal" side as his aggressions and passions are artfully delivered in a manner fit for the stage to offset Fiennes' calmer tones. John Lithgow is almost a mix of the two extremes, holding his usual support role that keeps so many of the leading sides held and providing perhaps most of the engaging mystery element in the search for the truth. Isabella Rossellini is unfortunately a tad under-used, though she does get one scene to deliver that powerful note that the Oscars would love to reference should she be nominated. Lucian Msamati, Sergio Castellitto and Carlos Diehz also make notable turns as the other contenders for the Pope role, all of whom get their moments to shine.

In my eyes Conclave is a stunning piece of work. It manages to take what one would assume as such a simple premise, yet manages to entangle it with so many threads of twists and turns, as such turning a political and religious drama into a true mystery thriller, with Fiennes character acting more so as a detective rather than a leader of the conclave. Partner that with the great acting, sublime cinematography and a slow but engaging pace with a script filled with wit and realism, and we have ourselves one hell of a motion picture!

Overall score: 8/10

[connor-mark-ii]

@misc-muses || starter for Ralph

Connor had been asked to continue on with the DPD after everything had settled. He was still working on homicide with Hank and continued working on cases involving androids. Though the details had changed to cover cases where the victims were androids. Most of them in recent weeks had been hate crimes.

He was also still using his skills as a negotiator to take social cases involving unstable androids; some similar to the hostage situation last August, but most were troubled androids who needed someone to hear them out because they were afraid of talking to the human officers. May as well add android criminal psychologist to his resume too.

Hank pulled the car up to the scene and threw on the parking brake. Both officers looked out the window at the building. Chris and Gavin, it seemed, had been the first on scene. Detective Reed was the last person he wanted here to handle a delicate situation like this.

Connor removed his holster containing his service pistol and set it on the seat as he got out of the car. He urged Hank to stay put as the report mentioned the android had been yelling at the humans to keep away from him. Turning and heading for the entrance of the abandoned building he could overhear Gavin talking to Chris.

"Dunno why we don't just shoot the fuckin' thing if it's that dangerous," Reed scoffed.

Connor couldn't keep quiet at that. "If that was human in there, you wouldn't be saying that, now would you, detective?"

"Oh great it's the plastic prick-"

"This case is under my jurisdiction so I suggest you leave," Connor said, cutting off whatever rude remark Gavin was trying to say. Not checking if they were actually leaving he entered the building.

Connor saw the agitated android and recognized him almost immediately. It was hard to forget the burn scars on his face. A WR600 named Ralph. The one that grabbed him when he was trying to find Kara and Alice.

"It's alright," he soothed, echoing the same words he told the android before. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk."

Connor made no motion to move closer. In his plain clothes he didn't look like an android himself; jeans, a black band T-shirt, red flannel, and a beanie. He held up his left hand as the synthetic skin retreated, showing his pristine white plastic beneath. His right hand reached up and gently pulled off the beanie to show the soft blue circle on his temple.

"See? I'm not a human. I'm an android like you. You're Ralph, right? Do you remember me? I'm Connor."

[waystarresourceco]

So I’m a Shiv and Roman had crushes on Stewy while growing up truther and instead of making actual progress on my Logan-Caroline-Gerri-Baird at the Opera fic (which is mostly a Caroline and Gerri fic at this point) these headcanons about little Shiv fell out instead…

Headcanons below the cut include little Shiv, little Kendall, little Stewy, and cameo by Ralph the raccoon.

Shiv is 9 and exclusively interested in older men

It’s not a knock on other 9-year-olds

It’s not even a conscious decision

It’s just something she’s picked up about the way the world works

Something she doesn’t quite question  

And that’s where Stewy comes in 

Stewy isn’t just older, he’s older and cool – way cooler than Kendall (too cool for Kendall actually)

And while she can’t really remember a time before Stewy, she first notices him as a boy when she’s 9 and he’s 14

She doesn’t know exactly when or how it happened, but all of a sudden he goes from being Stewy to being Stewy, and her cheeks heat every time he says something to her

For the next month she tries desperately to hang out with him

Kendall, in typical older brother fashion, is appalled and locks his bedroom door every time Stewy comes over

He does everything he can to keep her out

(just like Dad keeps her out)

But Stewy isn’t like Ken’s other friends 

Stewy is cool and gives Ken a look that makes Kendall sigh and let her into his room to listen to CDs with them

And it’s a little boring because all the music is kind of the same

But she relishes every second

Because the important part is she’s in

Stewy let her in

He doesn’t talk to her much, and Kendall spends half his time trying to get rid of her, but Shiv doesn’t care

She’s mature enough to know that being in the room is half the battle

And the fact that Stewy’s the one who got her there must mean something

She counts it as a victory and prepares for the next

Except a month passes

And then another

She turns 10 and nothing changes - it doesn’t go anywhere

And god does she try to make it

She creates elaborate situations designed to ensure she has some precious moments alone with Stewy 

Moments where she tries to be her most charming, dazzling self

But every time it’s the same 

No matter how much she bats her eyes, Stewy gives her a smile and goes back to waiting for Kendall 

At first she thinks maybe he thinks she’s too young

So she tries to act more mature, hides her dolls and stuffed animals (she’d never had much interest in them anyway - Kendall was the one who had clung desperately to that stupid stuffed raccoon) 

But, it doesn’t do anything 

Stewy still treats her kindly enough - but not like a woman 

Not like someone who matters

And then one day it clicks, and she feels like an idiot

All of Stewy’s attention is on Kendall

On Kendall’s eyes

On Kendall’s hands

On Kendall’s smile

Her visions swims red and her gut roils   

Its Kendall

The only reason Stewy is here, the reason he’s kind, no not kind, polite, is because of Kendall

Because everything in the world is about Kendall

Everything

(Stewy)

(Dad)

She feels as if the door is slamming shut, closing her out even while she’s sitting on the floor of Kendall’s room

With them and totally alone - here and not, all at once

She’s never hated them both more

After dinner, Shiv sneaks into Kendall’s room and cuts off Ralph the raccoon’s tail

She hopes Kendall cries when he finds it

The next time she sees Stewy, she turns her nose up and leaves the room

The worst part? Stewy doesn’t even really seem to mind 

[macchiatosdumptruck]

I often wonder what would have happened if Daniel and Terry had reunited in the 90s and actually talked about everything that happened in '85. Terry could have apologized, and they might have spent some time together. When Terry shows up with Kreese at the dojo that day in season 4 everyone expects Daniel to hate him. Instead, they start talking—and maybe even flirting a bit—reminiscing about the '90s and sharing some laughs. They could walk away from Kreese and Johnny, enjoying each other's company. In that moment, Kreese would be left thinking, "What the heck? This isn’t how this was supposed to go!"

As much as I love 90's silverusso and Tig and Ralph, I personally see Terry still being too deep into cocaine, hurting from his friend breakup with Kreese, and Daniel would be in the middle of his "hoe phase." ( Traumatized from his first male crush having been Like That, and just the 80's in general, trying to identify/understand/control his sexual identity) for it to work.

That being said, there's no reason this can't exist in AU land. (But then they wouldn't have that s4 backyard moment you describe)

I do very much enjoy the idea of Terry, as some sort of move to prove his own newfound morals to himself, reaches out to Daniel in an attempt to apologize, all 12 steps style. Convinced that whatever was inside of him that was making him rot was all cut out with all the yoga, and rehab, and therapy, he would track Daniel down and watch him from a distance, unsure of how to approach.

(also, still holding onto that obsessive, possessive thing inside of him, but knowing, logically, he shouldn't, can't act on it as New Terry, he knows this gives him the advantage)

He waits until something comes up that puts Daniel at a disadvantage, in need of help, with his guard down. Not for anything untoward, mind you. Terry just wants to be sure he'll have the time and opportunity to make sure his apology is thoroughly heard. It's an important step of the healing process.

When, for whatever reason, Terry swoops in, much like that fateful day in Miyagi's back yard with Mike, Daniel is too shocked to react at first.

Every alarm inside of him is going off, telling him that he needs to get away. But Terry had strength, and reach, and determination, and he pins Daniel. Daniel panics, sure something terrible is going to happen but not knowing what.

And then Terry grabs his face with his hands (a hint of that past rough treatment still lingering) and turns Daniel's face towards him so he can finally say -

"I'm sorry."

I imagine at first Daniel would trust him about as far as he can throw him. And Terry would get impatient, but see the need to play by Daniel's rules.

He's a better person now, after all. He genuinely does want to repent, to have the light of Daniel back in his life. And so he backs away, keeping a respectful distance.

He's never too far though, and as the days and weeks go by and Daniel, with his loving, forgiving heart sees that Terry is (more or less) respecting his wish for space (after all, it wasn't Terry who was being sent to keep an eye on the boy Terry has men for that) Daniel starts to slowly lower his guard.

He remembers the highs, the adrenaline rush, and how Terry made him feel horribly alive. He remembers what he tried to forget, which is that he had enjoyed his time with the man, even when it hurt, right up until that moment in the club.

Terry isn't a patient man, but he uses every iota of it that resides within his body because he knows the reward will be worth it. He knew Danny boy better than the boy had liked to admit. Better than Terry had expected to.

He was a stubborn spitfire but if he was handled correctly, he always did give in.

[welcometololaland]

WIP WORKING WEEK DAY 5: NOT NOW BUT SOON AKA. 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU AU (going to have to re-do this banner because i changed the fic name oops) The last day of WIP working week - thanks for supporting my little snippets! It's been a fun challenge! I'm doubling this up as my WIP Wednesday, so thank you to @catanisspicy @alrightbuckaroo @heartstringsduet @lemonlyman-dotcom @cha-melodius and @three-drink-amy for the tags!

TK stakes out in front of Carlos’ dorm building for almost two days straight, to no avail. At one point he does a stint of five, incredibly boring hours until his phone dies. People keep giving him weird looks, but he remains unperturbed until his stomach is rumbling so loudly it can’t be ignored and he has nothing better to do than watch two pigeons scuttle about on the concrete in what he assumes is a weird mating dance. 

Vaguely, he wonders whether he’s doing a similar thing. Nothing he’s doing right now makes much sense, and yet he’s desperate to make it up to Carlos in a way he can’t quite rationalise. As he watches one pigeon persistently try to escape the attentions of the other, he can’t help but draw some parallels.

On Friday, TK is surprised to see Carlos in his Roman Political Thought seminar. Not in the least because he’s half convinced that Carlos hasn’t been outside of his room or eaten for two days.

“Where have you been?” TK asks, leaning over the two-person table Carlos has opted for. The blond guy in a Ralph Lauren polo shirt sitting next to him gives TK a weird look, which TK pointedly ignores. 

“Why is that any of your business?” Carlos counters coolly. 

“I’ve been trying to find you,” TK hisses, wishing he could stop time as the professor clears his throat pointedly.

Carlos arches an eyebrow in TK's direction. “You seemed too busy to talk last time,” he points out. “Didn’t feel like a priority.”

“It’s not like—”

“Please take your seats,” the professor interjects in a stern voice, and when TK turns around he’s met with a very stony expression. He tries to look appropriately apologetic as he shuffles off towards a nearby desk. The existing occupant – a girl with a dark braid – sighs pointedly as he sits down.

“Good morning to you too,” he mutters under his breath. She scowls at him and flips her braid over her shoulder.

The seminar proceeds as usual, albeit seeming to pass with agonising slowness, and one hour into the session the professor lets them take a five minute break. TK looks up to see if Carlos is interested in continuing their terse conversation, but he walks quickly from the room before TK can really get a handle on the situation. He half-rises out of his seat to follow, before the girl next to him groans.

“Dude,” she interjects, drawing his attention. “Take a hint. He’s not interested.”

TK grits his teeth and looks at her sharply. “He’s my friend,” he argues. “I just did something to piss him off.”

“Then let him cool down,” she says insistently. “It’s never a good idea to try and corner someone when they’re in that kind of mood. You’ll only make them more likely to lash out.”

There’s something in her voice – a blunt kind of honesty – that gives TK pause for thought. He sits back down in the chair and turns to her, watching as her fingers fly over the keyboard of her laptop. 

“I’m TK,” he blurts out, unsure why he feels indebted to this stranger. He watches as her fingers pause for a moment, then fall onto the edge of the computer as she sighs.

“Nancy,” she replies wryly, giving him a once over. “I recognise you from my biology classes. Don’t ask me to be your partner in any group assignments, just because you know my name.”

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[brynnterpretations]

Helloo! Thank you for writing all these, I see you’re taking The Boys ship requests so I’d like to request one with my oc if you’re up to it? Sorry if you got this ask before I don’t think it sent.

His name is Barry Bixio, bisexual, cis male, 5ft6, 30, his alias to The Boys is Guy. Hes a supe who has the power to have and not have a corporeal body at will, but when hes disappeared, he can still talk, touch and make things move, he usually still ‘wears’ clothes like a controlling a puppet. He’s usually dressed business casual with a teardrop fedora, jacket, gloves and such. His human form has brown hair, tan skin, and a baby face. He ages slower due to his power usage, so he’s physically about 20 (my faceclaim for him is ralph macchio in naked in New York). He’s got a heavy Boston accent as well. Barry’s personality is pretty irritating, he’s cautious of being close to anyone but he’s a prankster, loves to joke, and his sense of humor is offensive. He’s says he’s not a bigot, but he really doesn’t like superheroes and seems to be a bit of a misogynist. He’s either casual or making light of everything, he’s rarely serious, but when he gets angry he can’t handle it and will lash out by getting too personal with his insults. He doesn’t care about what he says, he’s never had a real friend before so he’s new to the whole ‘making friends and keeping them’. He has big trust issues, so if he reveals his human form to you and his real name, it’s a huge deal and it means he really values and likes you, he’s constantly invisible due to deep down fear of others. Barry loves action and heartwarming movies, his favorite is Rocky. He also loves classic rock, opera and classical music. Barrys favorite food is nyc style pizza. Barry’s love language is touch, so if he were to have a partner, he’d reluctantly always initiate cuddling (like a cat) or cling to them, he’s embarrassed by it. He can actually cry easier than expected in his human form when it comes to cheesy movies about love/family and traumatic flashbacks, he hates letting anyone see, but if he lets his partner see, then it’s a huge sign of trust. Barrys favorite color is blue. He claims to be a dog guy but is actually a cat person. His toxic masculinity gets in the way of him enjoying a lot of things. Barry’s hobbies outside of trying to take down Vought is birdwatching, sketching, and writing poems, though he hates people knowing since he thinks those are “sissy”. Barry’s pet peeves are righteous people, stupid people, naive people, he doesn’t like humans or supes in general.

Barrys past is that he was sold by his parents and tested on by Vought, but didn’t like that and left at 13, just leaving by his own will after going ghost and phasing through the walls. Hes been on the run and alone from Vought since and has changed identities multiple times, he could just easily evade them by literally disappearing, but he sticks around and keeps trying to expose the hero industry and Vought for the frauds they are. Whereas other supes have been radicalized to hate humans due to their treatment, he blames Vought more and he says he recognizes how they create monsters. Barry can use his powers to get all the dirt he wants and he makes it his life mission to play with all heroes and Vought like a cat and mouse, he could burn everything to the ground, but he strings everyone along for the fun of it, he kinda just wants to watch the world burn. Barry has no experience with love and sexual pleasure, and he has sooo many foods he hasn’t tried due to not having a stomach most the time, a lot of things are foreign to him.

I originally shipped him with homelander butttt I wanna see who you ship him with, it can be with whoever, I’m curious 👀, thank you

I think your ask got eaten, so thank you for sending it again! This is such a thoughtful, well-written OC and I would love to read or see anything you make of him.

I ship Barry with...

John (Homelander) ♡

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So, I was dead-set on only doing ships for the coup... until you brought me Barry. Realistically, I do not think the boys would fuck with Barry — they'd be able to co-exist with him, sure, but romantically, none of them would match up with the dude.

Homelander, however, is made of damage, and Barry is, too, which would provide for a very tumultuous, love-hate, delightfully fucked-up relationship.

So, for starters, which is probably the most obvious: the two would not get along with each other. I could see Guy being on a mission separate of the coup to disempower Vought, and despite being the strongest Supe, Homelander would not be able to catch him — as Homelander is someone who brute-forces his way through everything, Guy's abilities would put a block in that route.

Quickly, that turns into a game of cat-and-mouse between the two of them. As shown in his relationship with Butcher (and as opposed to in his relationship with wee Hughie) Homelander does find a lot of fun in back-and-forth battles between "worthy" opponents... akin to playing with his food.

Despite his public persona and need to both appear and be invulnerable, Homelander would be rather enthralled by the challenge — while he knows that Guy is capable, he doesn't think he's that capable, instead just something to fill the time with. And, too, an attractive one, at that. Bro's good-looking, what can he say?

After consistently crossing paths, whether it be Guy going against Vought or the coup, they'd likely have a lot of conversations, with one including an intimate — I mean, as intimate as there can be with Homes — where Guy lets his guard down a smidgen after his corporeal body got absolutely fucked during a mission.

Homelander doesn't feel empathy for him, but he certainly feels... something. The guy is used to just assuming everyone — yes, even Supes — are one-dimensional, and seeing that rare moment of vulnerability does something for the guy (the guy Homelander, I mean, not the guy-Guy). As much as he wants to be the one protected, he wants people to feel somewhat protected by him, even if he only ever ends up using it against them later.

There would end up being a lot of violent sexual tension — like, spitting blood into face, bandaging wounds, if you catch my drift — that I wouldn't see being resolved very quickly due to Homelander being... Homelander. When it does get resolved, though, imagine Stormfront-level fucking. Everywhere. And it would be bloody, too.

And that brings us to Guy's lack of experience; quite honestly, Homelander is thrilled (he's a possessive guy), but he does not respect it, at all. He constantly teases him about his lack of experience, calling him a pussy, making derogatory comments... so, you know, not in the cute way, but in the outright mean Homie way. The guy's a dick.

He's not a stereotypical homophobe — he doesn't openly oppose gay marriage, doesn't go out on the streets screaming slurs, doesn't really care that all — but he certainly is one, I'd say. Homes is someone who deeply cares about his image, and as America's golden boy, him being openly gay would decimate a large chunk of his demographic's love and admiration for him.

You know that André Gide quote that goes something like, "it's better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not"? That is not Homelander. That is the opposite of Homelander. That is everything Homelander is not.

So, because of that, it would take a while for Homelander to really process that he held any sort of fondness towards Barry (no matter how miniscule, because, let's be real, it's Homelander), plus... there would be a ton of threatening for Barry to keep their relationship a secret, even if he was able to pass as an ally to Vought.

Additionally, Homelander never thought of himself as someone who was "gay", and would remind Barry of that constantly, especially to disparage and put down Barry. To Homes, gay is Rupaul, sweater vests, baking, and Beyoncé. Yeah, he may stick his dick in an ass, or get a dick stuck in his ass (#switchhomelandertruther), but that doesn't mean anything. Nope. Not at all.

When it breaks through to Homelander that, shit, he actually does like Barry, he wouldn't call him his boyfriend or anything cute — he'd probably just stick to something formal, like partner, or... um... interesting pet names, like "champ", "sport", and "buddy".

He's very weird.

Homelander being very much in-the-closet wouldn't mean he wouldn't want to show him off, because he still wants to mark Barry as his property. As far as Homelander's concerned, he owns the guy, even if he puts up a fight and challenges him. Whether it's in photos of Homelander fighting him, or a rare moment where Vought puts a "teaming up against evil!" spin on whatever's happening, there's always a very possessive lean to it.

Arguments between the two would often happen, and by God, they would get nasty. Barry's an intuitive guy, and I doubt it would take very long for him to pick up on his insecurities and overall issues. In turn, Homelander would threaten the dude's life, pull out the laser eyes, everything... but, honestly, I still see Barry having the upper hand in all of these arguments. Even if Homelander's the most powerful man alive physically, he's a mentally fragile man, and the fact that Barry is A) someone he cares about and B) says things that are undeniable truths would be extremely disarming.

Does that mean Homelander would be totally incapable of killing him? No, we know what happened to Stillwell. However, it would be very, very difficult, and a lot would have to happen to push Homelander to that point.

I will say, it isn't all bad, though.

The dates range from very fancy (like five-star Michelin meals and vintage Italian wine delivered to his penthouse) to casual (just movies, delivery pizza, and him in his very, very rare hoodie-and-hat combo) but they're still... nice. Honestly, they're even pleasant, and probably the nicest that Homes has ever been.

There are some fucked up, borderline threatening dates in there when Barry doesn't "know his place" though, too. Once, when Barry had messed with Vought in a way, there had been a room-service date that seemed like it was going to end in a bloodbath.

Homes would very, very reluctantly engage in physical affection outside wild sex as he felt more secure in the relationship, and — despite being a dick about Barry's height — would cuddle up as the little spoon.

Also would definitely share his sense of humor, but be a two-faced little shit and scold him in public if he told crass jokes. However, in private? As long as they're both in a good mood, they're a comedic duo.

And, on a kind-of (???) sweet end note: Guy is the only one Homelander has openly introduced himself as John to (although that was far into their relationship), and the only one who would allow him.

So... they're together... but at what cost for humanity? Only time will tell.