#but...yeah! not expecting people to really notice this but i'm glad for myself!!!

[zoanzon]

Yeah, so, for the last most-of-a-year I've had a particular project I've been working on to back up all my electronic writing - from the half-dozen places it's been scattered, content going back to early 2016 - into a single fucking repository.

I'm not done yet - still got over 500 sticky notes of stuff to import from my phone - but as of today...

I broke the million-word mark.

It wasn't a New Year's resolution last year to do anything like this, but yeah if you want to set yourself a resolution for this year to do something like, oh I don't know, 'back up a copy of everything 'I' (ie you) have written so it doesn't get lost to the void one day'...

Consider this you sign it's a goal you can pull off.

[boba-beom]

All your posts are making me like 🫠 I think I reblogged all three keke

I need to shout about this... In the Miracle tiktok where Taehyun is dancing while SoobKai film with ILLIT... I don't know if he's eating or chewing gum but it looks like he's chewing gum and why is it so attractive to me. Now I've combined this with basketball Taehyun, thinking how hot it would be to watch him doing a solo practice, shooting and doing dribbling drills while casually making conversation with you, chewing gum the whole time. Am I crazy? Maybe, because before now, I'd probably say gum is gross.

WAIT but now I'm imagining this scenario is the first time you hang out after he sees you fraternising with the enemy (Yeonjun) and he's trying to act like it doesn't bother him that you gave him your number, only that you were clapping for the wrong team OKAY stop me and my imagination 😅 I love Taehyun

and I love you, so glad to see you're still around 💕

CEE I love you too! and I'm happy to see you around also <3 you have no idea how much I've been giggling to myself from your tags hehe :> thank you for the rbs and reading your reactions were fun too 🤭 and you saying that I make sport-centric fics fun for you to read is truly a huge compliment to me omg, I always get nervous because I'm not 100% sure about what I'm writing most of the time, so thank you ilysm 🫶🏼

ALSO reading this made my jaw drop because you're literally onto something with that omg. I noticed that too during soogyu's tiktok with ILLIT— it's the way taehyun does it so nonchalantly with the subtle chewing and it is kinda hot. I used to find people who do that quite obnoxious lmao, but like I can't stand if they're really smacking their gum, ygm? ANYWAY—

jealous bsf!taehyun x gn!reader, dialogue heavy

okay so, the first time you and taehyun hang out after the game is a couple of days later. he'd agreed to hang out with you at the park since you both had checked the weather in advance; it was sunnier than usual. you both decided to meet each other at your regular spot and you're not surprised to find taehyun already there, sitting on the grass and on his phone. usually he'd notice you when you walk up behind him, but it was almost like he'd purposely ignored you and waiting until you had to announce that you were there.

"tyun?" you sit beside him slowly leaning in to give him a usual hug when you greet each other but he gave you a lazy side hug. damn. "been waiting long?"

"no."

that's all you get? he pockets his phone, palms against the grass as he leans back chewing his gum nonchalantly and looking at the busy field in front of you. there seems to be a group of high schoolers training for soccer.

"um, are we good?" you ask quietly, heart pounding in your chest and a little afraid for the first time in forever.

he hums, eyes focused on the ball being passed from player to player.

"yeah, why wouldn't we?" his voice monotone but knowing taehyun, that was normal. "how's yeonjun. are you guys like text buddies now or something?"

now that wasn't what you were expecting. well shit. taehyun's mad and you don't know if that's all he has to say about it.

"no, tyun. he didn't even call me so I don't even have his number. I'm assuming he's busy is all. I wasn't really expecting much." you nudge his shoulder playfully, craning your neck in attempt to be in his visual field, but to no avail, his vision doesn't budge. you sit back in your original position, also watching the ball from afar. "does it bother you?"

you best friend scoffs, apparently he finds something humorous that you possibly missed.

"it doesn't. why'd you even talk to that guy anyway, you know he just does that to boost his ego because he lost the game." taehyun finally turns his head to look at you and you look at him within a fraction of a second, eyes holding eye contact for the first time that day.

"I'm sure he had good intentions-"

"good intentions." taehyun scoffs again, almost chuckles after he repeats it again. "that guy never has good intentions, ___. and I thought you were there to support me, then I catch you clapping for his three pointer."

your stomach churns a little from the guilt. you didn't know he saw that. and what do you even say? you thought it was impressive? you had a feeling yeonjun shot that shot for you?

"don't even try and think of some lame ass excuse because you know damn well I can tell when you're not telling me the truth." his voice assertive but his gaze on you softens, wanting you to be comfortable with him like you usually are.

you let out a deep sigh.

"he looked at me before that moment and I assumed he did that to impress me..." your voice trails off, trying to look at taehyun through your peripheral, not wanting to look at him directly. "I don't know tyun, he seemed pretty genuine and he's kinda cute too."

after explaining as honestly as you could, the air was filled with a short silence between the both of you and distant shouting and birds flying by.

"I can be kinda cute too." taehyun grumbles under his breath and you swear it wasn't some sort of auditory hallucination. that is what you heard, right?

"hm?" you turn to him, tilting your head to the side waiting for him to hopefully repeat himself.

"why'd you want him when I've been here all this time." his rhetorical reply left you blinking a couple of times, processing what exactly he's inferring. "in short, you have me. and I have you."

your chest starts heaving slowly. taehyun, your best friend, really said that. his fingers gently caresses yours, also supporting your weight on the grass while you both lean back.

the train of thought in your discombobulated mind is disrupted by him calling your name, now in a softer tone.

"so, what do you say? I'm willing to risk this friendship and try something more with you, ___. if you let me."

his says his confession, almost as if he's been yearning for you to be his for a while, but is it wrong that you still can't stop thinking about yeonjun?

"taehyun," you sit upright, holding his hand in yours. "I'm going to be honest with you, but promise me don't get mad."

the hope in taehyuns eyes disappears, feeling his heart sink to his stomach ready for your rejection. he nods.

"I love you, and always have, but that's because you're my best friend. and at the moment, yeonjun left quite the impression on me so he's still on my mind, but there's nothing much that helps him in his favour."

"so what you're saying is?" your fingers interlock with his, your thumb rubbing the back of his.

"is that I'm willing to try this with you, because, unlike you," you tease, "I like to give people chances."

you prod at his side as he exhales and rolls his eyes playfully.

"I couldn't risk you being whisked away before I even made a move on you." taehyun defends himself the best he could.

"no but really, from time to time I have felt like I've loved you more than a friend. so that's why I want to try, but can we take it slow?"

"yeah, of course. I'll just have to push yeonjun out your thoughts first." his comment makes you laugh.

taehyun's singular dimpled smile returns and it's contagious, he has you smiling back at him too. you didn't realise when you two ended up sitting closer to each other to close the gap, but you took the opportunity to lean your head on his shoulder.

"and you are kinda cute."

© BOBA-BEOM ; all rights reserved. do not repost, copy, alter or translate in any way or platform.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Villains - Harrison Gray

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors.

Tall man: "You're unlucky to witness our deal like this."

Kate: "Let me go!"

Round-faced man: "There's no way we can let you go after seeing everything."

Today is December 31st.

I was helping with the preparations for the countdown party at the castle. But I got lost on the way to the store and witnessed a suspicious deal involving two men.

I ended up getting caught, and now my hands and feet were tied.

(I need to escape!)

Recalling the escape method I read in a detective novel I borrowed from Harry, I subtly move my hands to gradually loosen the ropes without the two men noticing.

(I need to find an opening and get out of here!)

Round-faced man: "Hmm? Who are you people?"

Suddenly, one of the men called out to the entrance of the warehouse, and standing there was一

Kate: "Harry, Liam!?"

Liam: "Ehh!? They've got Katie!"

Harrison: "Why are you here?"

Harry and Liam, seeing me tied up and lying on the ground, widened their eyes in surprise.

Since I had just been captured a moment ago, they probably didn't even know that I’d been kidnapped.

(Did the two of them come here as part of the Crown's mission?)

(I think they were supposed to bust an illegal drug deal today. So are these guys the culprits?)

Round-faced Man: "Do you guys know this woman? If so, it'll make things easier."

One of the men pointed a gun at me.

Tall man: "If you care about her life, then drop your weapons."

Harry and Liam held their breath at the man's threat and tried to put their weapons on the ground.

Kate: "Wait!"

I quickly raised my voice to stop them.

Round-faced man: "What's with you? Do you want to get killed?"

Kate: "This gun is real. It's loaded and dangerous, so you guys could get killed!"

Round-faced man: "Ha?"

Kate: "Drop your weapons quickly! These two also have other weapons!"

Liam: "What's wrong, Katie? We obviously intended to do that."

Harrison: "I see. Got it."

After hearing my words, Harry pretended to place the gun on the ground and then shot the men.

Tall Man: "Gah! It hurts!"

With precise control, each of the two men was shot in the leg and arm.

Although it wasn't life-threatening, their injuries prevented them from fighting.

Round-faced man: "What do you think you're doing? Do you not care about this woman's life!?"

Harrison: "Sorry, but your threat won't work. That gun is fake, yeah?"

Round-faced man: "Why you...!"

Tall Guy: "Damn it! We're at a disadvantage now. Let's scram!"

The two men, protecting their injured legs and arms, fled from the warehouse through the back door, leaving me behind.

Harrison: "Are you okay?"

Harry quickly ran over and helped me up.

Kate: "Yes, thank you for helping me."

With Harry's assistance, I finally freed myself.

Liam: "I'm glad you're safe."

Liam: "But I was surprised when Harry suddenly shot those guys, even though you were being held hostage."

Harrison: "Their gun was fake."

Liam: "Huh? Does that mean..."

Kate: "Yes. Everything I said was a lie."

They couldn't really harm me, as the gun they pointed at me was fake and they didn't have any other weapons.

To convey that information, I deliberately shouted the opposite to make Harry see through the lie.

Harrison: "You didn't tell the truth to catch the opponent off guard, right? Well done."

Kate: "I didn't want to be a burden to the two of you while being captured."

Kate: "But they escaped, so we need to catch them quickly!"

Harrison: "They're injured. All we need to do is follow the bloodstains."

The blood droplets eventually split into two paths, so Liam and Harrison decided to split up and pursue each trail.

After a while, Harry and I arrived at the market.

Perhaps because it was close to midnight, the market was bustling with people eager to watch the fireworks for the New Year.

Kate: "Harry, over there!"

Amidst the crowd, we saw a tall man with an injured leg dragging himself away. Before we could even catch up, a carriage stopped at the man's side.

It didn't look like a regular public carriage but a privately arranged one.

Harrison: "So there were others in your group, huh?"

There's no way we can catch up with them if they get on the carriage.

I hurriedly looked around but could not find any other carriages.

Kate: "We can't catch up on foot. We have to give up the pursuit for now."

Harrison: "No, there's still a way."

Saying that, Harry took out his pistol and aimed it at the carriage.

Harrison: "If I aim for the wheels, it will stop."

Kate: "But shooting a gun in the middle of a street like this?"

The Crown is a secret organization under the edict of Queen Victoria.

Their existence and their evil deeds should not be noticed by the general public.

Harrison: "No one will notice. After all, it's almost time."

As if to dispel my anxiety, Harry smiled nonchalantly.

Kate: "Almost time?"

Townspeople: "10! 9! 8!"

As I was about to ask, I heard loud voices counting down.

(Could it be?)

Harrison: "3, 2, 1!"

A dull roar shook our bodies.

It wasn't the sound of Harry's gun, but the sound of fireworks being set off to celebrate the new year.

I was momentarily distracted by it, but when I looked back, I saw the carriage overturning, its wheel distorted by a bullet.

Kate: "You timed it with the New Year's fireworks!"

Timing the gunshots with the sound of fireworks made it less likely for the gunshots to be noticed. Moreover, people were looking up at the sky, making it easier to overlook what happened on the ground.

Harrison: "They say the best place to hide a tree is in a forest, but..."

Kate: "W-What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Harrison: "I just thought I turned something you were looking forward to into a bloody memory."

(Come to think of it, I did mention before that I wanted to spend the countdown with him this year.)

(I'm glad he remembered my words.)

Kate: "Hehe. It's a little disappointing, but it was a countdown I'll never forget."

Kate: "Let's make next year's countdown even more wonderful, Harry."

Harrison: "The bar has been raised, huh? Well, I guess it's fine."

Afterward, we were able to safely capture the man from the carriage and hand him over to William, who said he had things to ask the man. After having the meal prepared by Victor, we finally returned to our room and took a breather.

Kate: "The first day of the new year was quite an ordeal."

Harrison: "The season doesn't matter when it comes to our duties. But if I could wish for something, it would be to spend more time with you this year."

I widened my eyes, surprised by his unusually straightforward wish. Sensing my reaction, Harry mischievously smiled.

Harrison: "Now, was that a lie or the truth?"

Kate: "I believe it was the truth. And if those words were a lie..."

Harrison: "Yeah?"

Kate: "I will stay with you so you will feel the same way."

Kate: "I'll do my best to make sure your lies change."

Harrison: "Heh? But that effort might not be necessary."

With a few words, Harry pulled me in and kissed me.

It was a sweet kiss that proved his wish was really true, capturing me and not letting go.

[sage-green-matcha]

MAROON - ETHAN LANDRY PT. 3 🍷🥀🔪

“You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway, carnations you had thought were roses, that’s us. I feel you no matter what” - Taylor Swift

Content includes: mentions of murder! That’s all :)

PT. 1 of Maroon | PT. 2 of Maroon | PT. 4 of Maroon |

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"Listen up nerds! Listen up" You glanced at Chad while he smiled at Ethan, giving him a thumbs up. Your brows furrowed, confused at the bromance that was happening between them. "Uhm...how has your day been?" "Ethan, is Chad trying to get you to talk to me when we're not drunk for once?" He nodded shyly, scratching the back of his neck.

You glared at Chad, his smile falling flat as Mindy started to speak. "As terrifying as this all is! I'm actually glad I get to redeem myself for not calling out the killers last time... it's fine" You looked back at Ethan, he was playing with his fingers again, leg bouncing with anxiety. "You okay...?" "What...oh, I'm Fine"

"Okay, the way I see it someone is out to make a sequel to the requal" You looked at the group in confusion, Tara shrugging back at you. "Uhm, what's a requal?" Anika put her hand up only for Mindy to shut her down. Her words turned into nothing, going straight into one of your ears and out the other. You were ashamed to say but all you could think about was Ethan and also the fact that you could be stabbed at any given moment. You hated Chad for ruining your chance, your crush on Ethan was only growing and it was so close to being something more.

You distracted yourself from Mindy's words. You didn't notice how much you looked over at Ethan, especially his hands. He played with the chain of his keys, long fingers with veins running up his arm. You didn't know why but you found it hot, really hot. "Y/n! Are you listening?" Mindy clapped and you looked up at her, annoyed. "Yes Mindy, I'm all ears" "Great! As I was saying, nobody just makes sequels anymore! We're in a franchise!" She opened her arms excitedly. "And there are certain rules to a continuing franchise! Rule one! Everything is bigger than last time, bigger budgets, bigger cast, and worse of all...bigger body count"

"Beheadings! You gotta top what came before to keep people coming back" "Beheadings? Chad spoke up, pulling his pen away from the paper filled with notes. "Yes Chad, beheadings! And rule 2! Whatever happened last time, expect the opposite" You rolled your eyes, slouching down.

You should really be listening, but you were too distracted to care. You'd beaten Ghostface once, you could do it again. Somehow you weren't that worried for yourself, but you were scared shitless about your friends. "And rule 3, no one is safe" Ethan glanced at you with worry in his eyes. You felt bad for him, Quinn, and Anika. They had nothing to do with this but yet they were dragged in. And there was nothing they could do about it. They had been annunciated without a proper annunciation.

"It's not looking too good for Gale and Kirby...sorry Y/n" You didn't know if that should scare you. What your aunt did was unforgivable. Writing a book about the night where you, her own niece almost died. You still loved her...but you didn't know if she was worth saving.

"And that's not even the worst part!" "This is the part where she tells us the worst part" Chad pointed, Mindy's cue to continue. "The worst part is...franchises are just continuing, episodic installments designed to boost an IP! Which means, Main characters are expendable now too..." Tara and Sam looked up, concern lingering in their eyes.

"That means it's not just the friend group, any of us could go at any time...especially Sam and Tara" Ethan finally spoke up, scared for his own safety. "Wait, wait any of us?" "Yeah" "Am I in the friend group?" "Yeah, you are that's why you're here, not just cause you're Y/n's puppy and you follow her around everywhere"

"He's not my puppy!" Chad went to open his mouth before you shot him a threatening glare once again. "So, am I like one of the targets?" "Mhm" "Am I gonna die a virgin?" "Nah, Man Y/n will take it" he had a dumb smirk on his face, yours filled with embarrassment "Chad, I'm gonna kill you" you spoke through gritted teeth.

"Wait something is going on between you two?" Anika spoke up and you hid in your hands. "I knew I felt some sexual tension" Tara perked up. "Okay well...that was a weird overshare, but it brings us to our current suspect. Ethan! The shy dorky guy that no one suspects because he's so shy and dorky, and he's already got one of our final girls on her knees"

"I'm not on my knees...what?" "What...why am I on the suspect list? Because I'm randomly Chad's roommate?" You rubbed your temples, a small sigh escaping your lips. "Roommate lotteries can be juked, you could've fixed it to get next to us" he rolled his eyes, an annoyed expression on his face.

You were still annoyed at Chad, also Mindy now. She moved to target Quinn, even her own girlfriend next look. "Never trust the love interest" You wondered if Mindy couldn't even trust her own girlfriend...could you really trust Ethan? He was a stranger, and you didn't know much about him besides the fact that he was a virgin and his favorite chips were Cheetos.

"Okay, so we have our rules, and we have our suspects" "Wait, wait, wait, what about you guys?" Ethan spoke up, the death glare that was once for Chad was now for him. Is he serious? "I mean, I think it's pretty safe to rule out the 5 of us who went through this last year" "Agreed" you spoke, your eyes off Ethan, feeling his stare on your shoulder.

"Uhm, not agreed. What if the trauma you all went through caused one...or more! Of you to snap?" "Yea? Or the fame you got from the killings made you thirsty for more...I mean, to be honest, here, some of the theories online about Sam are-" "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "Don't you fucking dare?" You and Tara's words mixed, the same amount of annoyance coming from your voices. He backed away with wide eyes.

"Okay, she's right through, I mean face facts. If we're all suspects, you're all suspects" you gulped, looking at your friends. "Well I have to get to class, but I'll see you losers later. Be safe" Mindy waved, Anika catching up to her. You swung your bag over your shoulder, ignoring Ethan chasing after you.

"Y/n...y/n I'm sorry" "Ethan, no...why would you say that?" You walked faster, Ethan apologizing behind you. "Let me make it up to you, please" he caught up to you, stopping you in your tracks. "I wasn't talking about you... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Mindy got me all defensive and it just came out my mouth"

"Whatever, Ethan" You tried to walk away but he insisted. "Please Y/n, I don't wanna lose your trust over this" you paused, looking up at him. "Ethan, you know I like you, but you've never had my trust. Don't make it worse for yourself"

"Please, I'll pick you up at 5...or 6! We can go somewhere and talk it out, we can do whatever you want" You found his bickering kinda cute, agreeing so he would leave you alone. "Is this just a lame excuse to ask me to go out with you? you licked your lip, holding back a smile. "yes...and no?"

You decided not to go to any Classes, going back to the apartment with Sam and Tara. "Im gonna have everyone stay the night, it's better if we're all together. Invite your puppy y/n" you rolled your eyes. "He's not my puppy. And what he said was seriously messed up, I'm sorry, Sam" she just shrugged. "It sucks because he's not wrong...I am the daughter of a murderer, and it's always gonna haunt me"

"Hey guys, I won't be able to attend your little party thing... I'm going out with this new guy" Quinn waved her phone in her hand. "Isn't that a bit unsafe?" She bit her lip and shrugged. "it's not, trust me I know his intentions" she winked, making the group smile. "Byeee!!" She waved, shutting the door behind her. "Mindy definitely got the slutty roommate part right"

[hearts4youz]

The Captains Daughter- Chapter 18

A/N: Thank you all for readinggg!! this one took awhile to come out so thank you for being patient with me :D

Word count: 1.3k

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Ghost's pov It's been a few days… I have not spoken to Y/N once. I feel terrible as she spends less time with me. Occasionally offering a sad, guilt filled smile in the mess hall or at meetings. I haven't shown up for training in days, I wonder if she still waits for me at the gym. I hate to say it but I miss her. Even though I feel so bitter and cranky this time of year. I've never felt this for anyone. Being around Y/N makes me feel good. It makes this job feel less like a job. It sounds cliche but it's true. This morning, I find myself walking to where Y/N and I usually train. I straighten my shoulders and put on a serious face as I walk in. I expect Y/N to not be there, but Instead I am greeted with the sight of her pretty face breaking into surprise as I enter. I try my best to keep my eyes void of emotion, although I want nothing more than to hold her and whisper apologies into her ear. "Good morning Lieutenant," she says respectfully as she stands at attention. My gaze softens. "Y/N…" "About the other day, I shouldn't have yelled at you. I just…" I can't believe I'm about to tell her this "I don't know how to deal with this… your kindness." She looks up at me questioningly. "The guys don't usually question my behavior because that's just how dude's are, but you… You're changing me Y/N." I pause "I really enjoy your company, you don't piss me off… well, not as much as other people I guess," I smirk. She giggles. "I want to be a better person, I don't like how people are scared of me," I sigh as I finish. "Can I give you some advice?" She asks. "Mhm" "This might not make sense to you, but I think you should save Ghost for the battlefield and just be Simon for everyone else," "I don't follow," I say, confused. "Well, when I think of Ghost, I think of you in a fight. The huge guy with the skull mask and a gun. But Simon, Simon is you when you let loose. I haven't seen it much, but I like that version of you a lot better." I nod. "Okay… I think I get it." She changes the subject, "So, what do you have planned for training today?" "Hm, I think that's more of Ghost's thing, I'm Simon today," She beams at me with that radiant smile of hers, "You mean it?" "Yeah, It's time for a change," I say solemnly. Her and I walk out of the gym and into the hallway surrounded with a comfortable silence. We walk past the mess hall and break area and I notice something unusual. "What are they setting up over there?" I ask. "Oh, It's New Year's Eve so everyone who's off duty tonight is going to throw a party," She says softly, knowing the holiday topic is still sensitive. I surprise her with my answer, "Ah, I see… are you going?" "I guess so… why not?" We continue to walk in silence for a few moments. "You know… I think i'm going to go as well," I say finally. Her head tilts to the side and she raises her eyebrows, "Really!?" "…You know you don't have to go just because I suggested that you come out of your shell more often. I don't want you to get too overwhelmed." "I want to go, I should be getting out of my comfort zone more often." Y/N purses her lips, seemingly contemplating it. "Good, i'm glad," she smiles.

-Timeskip-

That night, I stood with Gaz and Soap having a beer while scanning the room for Y/N. "I wonder who Ghost could be looking for," Gaz joked to Soap, who snickered in response. I only rolled my eyes and looked down at my half empty drink. "Y'know LT, i'm glad you came, this is nice," Soap confesses. "It is, I like this more laid back you," Gaz agrees. "You can thank Y/N, she inspired it," I tell them. "Psht, of course she did." "You could get some action tonight… if you play your cards right," Soap says leaning in closer and lowering his voice. "Wha- I'm not… she wouldn't…" I sputter out, rapid fire. "Not like that, get ya head out the gutter!" I blush and chuckle. "What is it then?" "The captains on duty tonight, he won't be here to supervise his daughter, you could make a move," Soap shrugs. I bite my lower lip, realizing that this is the perfect opportunity to confess to Y/N "But, what if she rejects me, I still have to be able to look her in the eye in the morning," "Oh, for fucks sake! would you take a risk for once? live a little?" Gaz says, shaking his head. "Hey, I've never done this before! i'm nervous," I try defending myself. "LT's nervous? Ha! that's a first," Soap blurts, clapping me on the back. I ignore the rest of their gibes because I notice Y/N entering the room. Time seems to slow as she makes her way towards us in a sparkly silver mini dress. I feel my cheeks heat up beneath the mask as she flashes her signature smile when she sees us. I take in her hair and makeup, done to perfection. The heavenly scent of her perfume lingers in my nostrils when she stops and stands beside me. "Hey everyone," she says casually. I find myself lost in her beauty as she joins in the conversation, but as the night goes on, our group splits off. Gaz and Soap mingle with other people, I try to stick next to Y/N and talk with her, but she gets whisked off by someone every five minutes it seems like. Eventually I get overwhelmed, stepping outside and pressing my back up against the cold stone building. I fish around in my pocket for my cigs and a lighter. I put one in my mouth and thumb the lighter until I get it lit. I exhale deeply and watch my cold breath swirl up and away with the smoke. Maybe this was a bad idea after all… I think to myself. I watch the twinkling stars shift in the sky for awhile, It seems to calm my nerves. That, or the nicotine. I hear the sliding door open and close and peer at the person out of the corner of my eye. "Simon…?" the voice says. Y/N "Yeah, It's me," I gesture to her with my cigarette. "Is everything alright, I've been looking for you," she says softly. "Yeah… it's just a lot to take in I guess." "The party?" "The party, the people, the mindless, drunken talk." "Yeah, I get it." I turn to face her and she still looks beautiful as ever, her mascara smudged slightly onto her upper eyelid. Lipstick worn off, the remnants of it staining the glass of the drink in her hand. Her breath has a slight tinge of alcohol to it as she speaks. I notice the redness in her face, I can't help but think it could be me for a moment but then I look down at her. "Ah shit, you don't even have a coat on… here, take mine," I insist. "No, it's alright… I just got out here. Besides, wouldn't you be cold." "Just take it," I say, holding it out to her. "My father only taught me a few things that were worth a shit, being a gentleman is one of them." She reluctantly takes the jacket and slings it over her shoulders, thanking me. The heavy fabrics envelop her frame, her legs are still exposed. I have half a mind to bring her inside but then she starts talking. "Happy new year," she says quietly. I check my phone and see that it is indeed past midnight. "Happy new year, Y/N."

[call-me-mrs-winchester]

𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒

PAIRING : dean winchester x original female character

STORY SUMMARY : in series masterlist

CHAPTER WARNINGS : age-gap. pining. fluff. angst (kind of.) concerned sam. typical bossy, in charge dean.

A/N : finally getting some dean pov in this chapter! feedback is always appreiated. ~a big thank you goes out to everyone who asked to be tagged, your support means so much. check out the story masterlist if you missed previous chapters!

Maricela's POV

My eyes shifted towards Sam once the others went their separate ways to begin their tasks.

He nods in the direction of the adjacent area. "I'll show you your room."

Nodding, I move past Kevin to follow, but not without rubbing his shoulder. He gave me the tiniest smile before I walked down the stone steps into the Command Room. My legs carry me toward the war table so I can swipe my duffle bag and throw it over my shoulder. I jog into the corridor to my left to find where Sam had disappeared, only to see him walk further into the bunker. My feet quickly shuffle to catch up, and once I do, I set a pace to match his lengthy strides.

"It's really good to see you, Mari," says Sam. "But are you sure you're ready for the big leagues?"

A short huff escapes my lungs. "Sam, you act like I haven't worked with you guys before. I think I more than proved myself to you, Winchesters, that I can be of value to the team."

"Of course," he agrees but noticeably hesitates. "It's just that... You know we worry about you hunting by yourself. And now, you'll be hunting with us, which is great..."

"But...?" I stop abruptly, planting my feet firmly on the ground as I cross my arms.

Sam turns around, his face falling when he sees my blank yet expecting expression. He frowns to himself before glancing away from me. His hazel eyes scanned the hall, taking in every detail of our surroundings while taking a moment to gather his thoughts. Despite his attempts to avoid it, he struggled to convey his concerns. Finally, he exhales a deep breath before his eyes find mine.

"I'm just worried something will happen to you. The people closest to us always get hurt or end up dead." He admits. "And I don't want that to happen to you."

His concern brings me a smile. "Sammy, you're so sweet to worry about me. But as long as I'm with you boys, I'll be safe."

The youngest Winchester simpers, but it hardly reaches his eyes. I can tell my words don't bring him any sense of comfort. Yet, it's the truth; I wouldn't trust anyone else with my life. We begin to walk down the cold halls again, this time in silence. We stand in front of door number 16 before he pushes it open. Sam holds his hand out, gesturing for me to enter first. I walk in, glancing around the bare room. It wasn't so bad; it came with standard furniture like any other bedroom and more. It, by far, beats any motel room I've ever stayed in.

"Make yourself at home," I place my bag on the bed before turning to Sam, standing before the doorway. "My room is number 21, Dean's is 11, if you ever need anything."

"It's great, Sammy." I motion around the room, smiling happily. "Thank you guys, this means a lot."

He returns my smile, and this time, it feels genuine. "I'm glad you're here."

"Me too."

"Come on, I'll give you a quick tour of the rest of the bunker," He says, but judging by the size of this place, 'quick' was an understatement.

"Yeah, Irv. Fallen Angels," Dean says into his phone as I stroll into the library. "Well, trust me, they're just monsters with good P. R. So, if you run into one, torch his ass with holy oil."

I settle beside Sam, placing my computer on the table. "What can I help with?"

He assigns me to the 'demon-y' part of the research while he continues with the angel portion. I press the power button, bringing the laptop to life. The familiar hum of the machine fills the room as I eagerly await for the desktop to load. Once everything was up and running, I began to scour through various news articles and sources relating to anything abnormal in the hopes of finding promising leads. A silence fell between our group as we focused on our tasks. Besides the gentle tapping of keyboards and the occasional rustle of papers, the eldest Winchester's smooth voice danced in my ears.

His words reassured me why I had chosen this life: To help others. Knowing that I get to save people while ridding the world of monsters is what fuels any hunter. However, there were many times when I wondered if I had made the right career choice. I used to imagine how different it would've been if those two gorgeous strangers hadn't walked into my life, all because of that damn Lamia. Maybe Luke and I would have ended up together. Or I would've been in college, planning for my future. Better yet, both. No matter the limitless scenarios, the ending was always the same: Life without the Winchesters. And that alone scared me more than all the monsters I have ever faced.

The vibration of my phone drew my attention away from the endless and exhausting disappointment of no leads. Despite my pursuit to find any demon activity, it had become apparent there was a complete absence of their presence. Reaching into my back pocket, I grab the rectangular device to check the caller ID. A frown creases my face, and my brows wrinkle as I stare at the name. Hesitantly, I slide my thumb over the screen to answer the unexpected call.

"Hello?" I greet, getting up to walk away from the group.

"Hey, Mari. How ya been?" He asks hurriedly.

"Oh, you know—still kicking," I lightly joke before my tone turns serious. "What's up?"

"You still do weird, right?" He questions in a hushed voice. "'Cause I got something that seems up your alley."

Bingo!

Dean's POV

My thumb taps the red 'End Call' at the bottom of the phone screen. Gazing over my shoulder, Maricela approaches the telescope, phone pressed against her ear. Her back faced us as she spoke quietly, making it hard to eavesdrop. I watched intently, trying to decipher what kind of call it was with each movement made. She delicately entwines her fingers with her chocolate-brown curls, running her hand through her hair before letting it fall in a soft wave to the middle of her back. After a moment's pause, she turns slightly, allowing the light to catch the natural red undertones in her hair.

Without taking my eyes off her, I nudge Sam. "Who's she talking to?"

Casting a quick glance in her direction, he then refocuses on me and nonchalantly shrugs, "Not sure, I didn't ask."

Mari turns toward us, then thanks whoever was on the other line before hanging up. Her combat boots lightly thud against the wood floor as she walks back to the group. She tosses her phone on the table, allowing a sigh to escape her perfectly full, pink lips. Her russet brown eyes met mine, instantly holding me captive. The sense of time had lost all meaning; the only measurement was the quickening pace of my heart the longer I stared.

The ends of her mouth curled with delight as her cheeks flushed a scarlet hue. She tore her gaze away, breaking my trance, only to steal another glance. Embarrassed, I fixate my attention on the floor, trying to shake the strange flutter inside and get to business. Come on, Dean, I thought. What are you doing? I straighten my posture, standing tall at the foot of the table.

Nodding at her phone, I inquire, "Who was that?"

Her soft yet sharp eyes shifted from the table to me, to Sam, sharing, "That was my cousin, Miguel. He's a Captain in the Army and coincidentally knows I'm a hunter. A friend of his just informed him of an unusual and new case—so new that the media hasn't even covered it yet. And, from what he told me, this could be a case."

"Really?" Sam asks, sitting up in his chair. "What'd he say?"

"Three civilian bodies were found dead in a city bus located on a Naval Special Forces Base in San Diego. The craziest part is that three soldiers boarded the bus, only to exit moments later with their bags left behind but the driver alongside them."

Sammy and I exchange bewildered looks.

"We've hunted on less," says Sam.

I nod before looking up at Mari, giving her a pleased smile. "Good work, kid."

She beams but subtly tries to hide the excitement from my gaze. "We should get going. It's a long drive, and we gotta make it before they clean up the crime scene."

"Why don't you hang back? Sam and I will check it out, see if it's our kind of thing." I speak up, wary of her coming along.

The younger hunter scoffs, shaking her head.

"No way, Winchester. I'm coming with." Before I could protest, she finishes. "It's my lead. So either I'm going with, or we don't go at all."

My eyes divert to my brother, expecting a little help. He closes his laptop before scooting his chair away from the table, standing to meet my height.

"Her lead." He concurs.

And so it begins.

Sam walks past me, going to his room to change into his Fed suit. A smug grin sits upon Maricela's face, only adding to my irritation. I cannot resist rolling my eyes at her sudden surge of confidence. It only took a few hours, but as predicted, they both overruled me. Having the final say was easier with Sam, but with Mari's stubbornness involved, it proved to be a little bit harder.

She picks up her laptop, resting it against her hip before walking towards me. I avoid eye contact, refusing to look at the objector. Her taunting chuckles echo in my ears when she notices my pout. My breath hitches when her fingers wrap around the placket of my overshirt, pulling it towards her. As if she were Wonder Woman using her lasso to hypnotize me, I helplessly surrendered my attention to her.

"We agreed I was here to help, so let me do my job."

I briefly gaze into her eyes before shutting my own. With a cautious but definite nod, I convey my agreement and acknowledge the validity of her point. "Yeah, you're right."

"Oh—I'm sorry," She lets the fabric go before cupping her hand around her ear and leaning forward dramatically. "I don't think I heard you right. Kev, did you hear him?"

She turned to Kevin, who was watching us with a playful smirk. "I don't know... Say it again, Dean."

"Shut up." I roll my eyes in exasperation before moving past her to change into my uncomfortable costume.

She laughs, following after me. "I think you said I was right."

"Don't get used to it," I grumble, expecting to be annoyed.

Instead, a slow and unexplainable smile spreads across my face.

Maricela's POV

"We stopped for that?" Dean asks, annoyance laced in his words. He gapes at the uniforms as I climb into the back seat.

"Of course! What'd ja' think? We would stroll onto a military base and pretend we were the FBI?"

"Yes, that's exactly what we're going to do." He answers in a monotone voice.

On the way to California, I had Dean stop at a friend's house so I could pick up Navy Fatigues for us to wear. My entire plan revolved around the uniforms. I knew from experience that there would be some pushback from the boys—i.e. Dean—but it was a great plan.

"The MPs aren't just gonna let a couple of Feds sniff around their crime scene. It happened on a military base, automatically making it theirs, not federal." I explained. "Now, these fatigues will be our tickets onto the scene, no questions asked. And if they do, I have a safety net."

"I don't think so," Dean argues. "We know how to do our jobs. You're not just going to come in and change what we've been doing for years."

"That's not what I'm trying to do. I'm just thinking sensibly here. We're talking about military police—"

"Maybe she's right, Dean. It's a little different than our usual gigs." Sam speaks up, thankfully agreeing with me.

"No, no!" The older Winchester's voice raises. "We're doing this my way. End of story."

I sit back in my seat, huffing with frustration. Sometimes, I forget how stubborn this man-child can be, and he never has a problem reminding me. None of us talked for the rest of the ride there. Since Dean wasn't the only one who was obstinate, I quietly got ready to change into the uniform. I traded out my glasses for contacts before slicking my hair into a low bun. After untying my bootlaces and shimmying off my jacket, I wait for the perfect time to slide on the fatigues.

When we arrived on base, local and military police flooded the area. Upon doing additional research on the way here—freak thunderstorms and every cow dead within three miles—it was concluded this was a demon-related case. And, as per usual, I was side-benched!

"All right, stay here," Dean mutters before he and Sam exit the car.

Once the doors were closed, I wiggled on the uniform, careful not to be seen by any passersby. My fingers moved at an unparalleled speed as I tied my laces, surprising even myself. Stealthily, I slipped out of the Impala with my cap firmly on my head. As I anticipated, it wasn't going well for them.

"Agents," I call over to the men. "I'm guessing D.C. sent you?"

They turned around, recognizing my voice. Their eyes scan me up and down, taking in my uniform. Sam stares with curiosity and amusement while Dean's disapproving glare says everything he couldn't out loud.

"Yes, ma'am," Sam plays along with a sly smile.

I halt next to Dean, his gaze fixed on me while the soldier across from us firmly asks, "And you are?"

My eyes scan over her name tape: Bates. Confidently, I introduced my cover, "I'm Corporal Maricela Ramirez."

Her eyes narrowly take in my youthful appearance—clearly doubting, she remarks, "You look a little too young to be a Corporal."

"And you look a little too Army to work on a Navy case." Without regard, I sass back. "Sorry, what's your rank?"

Her arms cross over her chest, staring me down. "I'm a Sergeant."

"Well, Sergeant Bates, my Captain ordered me to meet these agents and make sure they got to see the crime scene. So, if you could just let us pass—"

"That so?" She interrupted, her attitude smug. "Then maybe he and I ought to have a chat."

I could feel the boy's eyes on me, waiting for my next move. Ignoring them, I say with nonchalance, "Not a problem. Then, after, I could have a conversation with your Commanding Officer."

"Oh, yeah? About what, exactly?" She challenges.

"How sloppy you look," I say with fake disgust. "Maybe I'll start by telling him how you wear your hair: In a looong braid. I'm sure he'll remind you that when in uniform, if a woman's hair falls below the collar, it must be neatly and inconspicuously pinned, fastened, or secured to the head. Or, I can begin by asking why his officer thinks she can address herself as a higher rank than the first-class private badges she wears. But, hey, if you are telling the truth—no harm, no foul. Right, Sergeant?"

She uncrosses her arms, her demeanor growing softer. My hand reaches into the pocket of my fatigues, pulling out my phone. I extend my arm to hand her the cell phone, asking, "You still want to call him?"

Bates stares at the device, internally weighing her options. I glance up at the Winchesters, each holding their nervous breaths. The tension in the air was palpable as we waited for her response. The officer and I locked eyes, trying to read the other's thoughts. After what felt like an eternity, Bates shakes her head. The corners of her mouth barely lifted into a bitter smile as she exhaled in defeat before walking away. I drop my arm to my side, grateful for the win.

"That went well," Sam was the first to speak as we walked around the transit.

"Thanks to yours truly," I tease, stepping onto the high-floor bus sandwiched between the Winchesters.

"Well, sweetheart," Dean mutters into my ear. "Guess you're more than just a pretty face, after all."

As I swallowed his words, I swallowed back the knot in my throat. My mind raced, trying to make sense of the ambiguous remark. I should have been offended that he reduced my role within the team to mere objectification, and yet, when he pressed his back against mine as he purred the idiom, I was left feeling stupefied. Was what he said meant in a demeaning or complimentary way? Instead of dwelling on it too long, I suppressed the ambivalent thoughts to concentrate on the case.

The forensic photographer was toward the back of the bus, snapping various shots of a victim who was slumped over a few seats. My feet carried me further into the bus and away from Dean before stopping to examine the blonde woman's corpse. I gently lift her blouse and instantly see two scars: one on her lower abdomen from a blade and the other near her ribs from a bullet. A second gunshot scar was accounted for over her left breast, aimed toward her heart. I pulled her shirt back down before standing up straight.

"Her wounds are old—like completely scarred over—old. " I murmur, trying to puzzle the pieces together.

"So is this guy's," Sam adds.

My eyes wander over to see his victim's shirt pushed aside, exposing a similar scarred bullet wound over his chest.

"Hey," Dean walks over. "Anything?"

"Yeah, this guy was shot in the heart." Sam answers.

The older Winchester inquires, staring down at the victim. "That what killed him?"

"Maybe—15, 20 years ago." Sam points at all the victims. "Every one of these bodies has a fatal wound or two or three, but they're all old."

"So, we're looking at meatsuits?" Dean asks rhetorically. "The bodies took a licking, and the demon inside kept them ticking."

"Probably. I think they were possessed, and now those soldiers are." I say, looking at the lifeless bodies discarded around the public transit.

"Hey," Dean's gruff voice utters in a low tone, alerting us. He nods behind Sam toward the front of the bus just before Sergeant Bates steps on.

"Excuse me, agents," Bates says as we turn to give her our attention. She approached with a tablet in her hand before proceeding to share, "We pulled this off a security camera. You might want to take a look."

She gives the device to Sam, crossing her hands in front of her, and waits for us to watch. Parking Lot 4 surveillance begins to play; the soldiers walk off and away from the bus before the driver follows as if nothing had happened. Sam pauses the footage and zooms in on the driver, only to show the woman staring at the camera, smiling sinisterly. I glance at the younger Winchester as his eyes widen, and his mouth slightly falls in surprise. My vision blurs Sam out as it focuses on his brother. Judging by his same reaction—with a hint of anger—they knew who she was.

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Heard you wanted more <3, so here's Prowler Hobie x Miles [4] !!

New here? Here's the Recap: Welcome to the alternate universe where when Miles is swinging around in his hometown of Earth-1610B, he finds a new Prowler in town that is a variant of Hobie Brown. As Miles tries to decide if he's a friend or a foe, he sees him double time when he finds out he's at Brooklyn Visions Academy also. As the two eventually trade secrets and juggle their dual identities in New York, they get closer and develop feelings (while Ganke is calling them both dorks)

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School Lunch

[Miles is sitting across from Hobs at the lunch table. Hobs is putting his dreads in a ponytail while Miles eats his sandwich]

[Miles eats away and looks at how long Hobs' dreads are and then he absent-mindedly trails his eyes over Hobs' face. Hobs' catches him staring before Miles quickly looks away…then looks back at him. Hobs is smirking at him]

Hobs: You must really like looking at my face huh?

Miles (finishes his last bite): I mean…what's not to like?

[Hobs' eyebrows raise slightly, he was expecting him to deflect so he could tease him…not outright admit it]

Hobs (laughs nervously): Hahah you play too much man

Miles (feeling bold): Nah, I know how to admit it when someone looks good. I should know…I look good myself

Hobs (grins big and chuckles): Hahahah okayyy Miles you're funny but I'm giving you props for that one, you got me

[Miles laughs to himself, see? Hobs isn't the only one that can flirt-tease]

Hobs: -And you do…

Miles (smiling): Huh?

Hobs (smiles): You do look good

[Hobs with a satisfied smirk steals a fry off of Miles' tray, while Miles looks away with a shy smile]

Miles (notices): Hey!

[Miles steals a chicken nugget off of Hobs' tray, and Hobs laughs and lets him]

Hobs (smiling): Gotta keep your eyes on the prize…Gonzalo

Miles (smirking): Pffft, whatever…Larry

[They both laugh, then the bell rings]

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Copy-Cat Complex

[Miles and Hobs, suited up during the day and standing on the roof of a high building]

Hobs: Hey Miles…I have a question but I want you to be real with me

Miles (turning to him): Okay…shoot

Hobs (retracting his mask): When you look at me, do you see Hobs or do you see Hobie?

[Miles is silent for a moment before he takes off his mask to look up at Hobs with a genuine expression]

Miles: When we first met I used to…but then I got to know you. You're not Hobie, you're you, and I like you man. You don't have to compare yourself to nobody else, and I'm glad I met you when I did. You're cool, smart, funny, real with me, and whether we're swinging across New York or trying do some last minute homework assignment, I ain't worried about it…Because I know you get me

[Hobs is silent for a moment, surprised before he looks down at the ground and smiles. He then puts a hand over his face and honest to God chuckles with a wide smile, before he walks up to Miles and places a hand on his shoulder]

Hobs (smiling wide): You can't just be saying stuff like that, at least take me to dinner first

Miles (rolls his eyes and laughs): Oh Pleaseee!

Hobs (chuckles): …But for real though, thanks Miles

Miles (smiles): Anytime, Hobs

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Let Him Cook

[Miles on the phone with Pavitr]

Pavitr: It sounds like you have a massive crush on him. I should know, I'm really good at reading people.

Miles: Yeah I'm not gonna even lie to you, I do…and he's supposed to be coming over today to help me and mami cook for her party on Wednesday

Pavitr: Oooo that sounds fun, and very romantic. I cook for Gayu all the time and she loves it…I hope Hobs is a better cook than Hobie is-

Miles (sitting up): What do you mean?

Pavitr: One time I invited Hobie over to cook some vada pav and told him to fry it and watch the stove while I helped Maya Auntie with chores, and when I came back downstairs he was cursing and trying to extinguish the burning pan flames by pouring water into the oil

Miles (shaking his head): Woww yeah that sounds about right

Pavitr: Bro we had to get a new pan and everything!…anyways let's hope that your Hobs is a better cook

Miles (smiling nervously): Hahah yeah…I hope so too

[Later, Rio opens the front door after someone knocks]

Hobs (with a smile): Hey Mrs. Morales, I'm here to help y'all with the food

Rio (smiling and ushering him in): Hobs! Glad to have you, come on inside. Miles stepped out for moment and I'm helping Jeff to smoke some meat outside on the rooftop, but I did start preparing a few things in the kitchen whenever you're ready to jump in

Hobs (setting his bag down): Sure thing, just let me know how I can help

Rio (waving him over): Splendid! Come on over…see I started preparing the ingredients for the mofongo over here on the counter, you can start by slicing up the plantains and then fry them in that pan with oil that's warming on the stove. Sound like a plan boss?

Hobs (nodding and heading over to the cutting board): Sounds like a plan Mrs. M, I'll get choppin'

Rio (smiling, then heading to the rooftop): Thank you so much Hobs, I'll be back down soon

[The door closes and Hobs proceeds to slice the plantains and slide them into the pan to fry, secretly eating a slice himself, then he waits]

Hobs (thinking to himself): 'Yeah this is gonna take a minute, lemme pull out my phone'

[Hobs scrolls on his phone for a minute, occasionally checking the pan and flipping the plantains with a spatula before he gets absorbed in a toktak video in high quality of himself suited up in Prowler gear with his mask on with the caption 'we found out who it is']

Hobs (going to sit on the couch): Oh no…

[Hobs watches the 11 minute video of filler and bait, seeing if there was any face reveal before he reaches the end of the video and breathes a sigh of relief. It's just a picture of Jayden Smiths]

[Miles then enters through the front door and smiles when he sees Hobs before walking over and sitting next to him on the couch]

Miles: Ayy Hobs, what's cooking?

Hobs: Hah, just helping your mom with her plantains…should be like a minute or two

[Miles looks past him at the pan from where he sits, and then nods before looking back at him and relaxing in the cushions]

Miles: Cool, so what are you watching?

Hobs (offering his phone): Was watching this video someone took of me in the Prowler suit. Thought they had figured out my identity but they said it was Jayden Smiths at the end, took me out for real

[Miles takes it as their fingers brush, and scoots closer to Hobs before playing the video]

Miles (laughing): Wow that was crazy, that suspenseful music really sold it though

Hobs (grinning): Hahah Jayden wishes he could be me

Miles (hands him the phone back): I bet he does

Hobs (looks towards the window for a moment): For real though…I knew it was probably fake but they had me in the first half not gonna lie

[Miles looks up at him, then down at Hobs' free hand before Miles not-so-casually reaches out and holds it in his own. Hobs looks down at their hands, then back at Miles]

Miles: Well if anyone does find out who you are, don't worry about it…I got you. After all, I'm Spider-Man

[Hobs pauses as he looks all around Miles' face before he trails his eyes over his freckled cheeks…and gets caught in his eyes]

[Hobs then gently squeezes back Miles' hand in his]

Hobs (looking down at him): Thanks Miles…

Miles (looking up at him): Anytime Hobs…

Hobs (leaning closer to him slowly): ….You know you're playing with fire, right?

Miles (inching closer to him slowly): That's okay…I'm not afraid to get-

[And right on cue, flames of disaster rise as the frying pan lights on fire]

Miles (shocked): -Burned! Dios mío!

Hobs (getting up immediately): Oh Nahhh, Rio is gonna kill us

Miles (rushing to the kitchen): Quick, Help me take it out!

[The two rush to the kitchen and Hobs turns the stove knob to OFF and Miles grabs the flaming pan as he decides whether to throw it outside, in the sink, or cover it when Rio comes through the front door and turns the corner to see the scene in front of her with wide eyes]

Rio (wide eyed): Miles- Oh my God mijo what is happening!? Put that down and cover it up!!

Miles (smiling sheepishly): Yes mami!

[Miles puts it back on the stove on a different spot before Hobs grabs a pan lid and quickly covers the pan completely before jumping back from it to stand next to Miles. Miles holds his hand again…for solidarity this time]

Rio (walking up to them): Boys are you okay? Any burns anywhere?

Hobs & Miles (at the same time): No we're okay

Rio (sighs): Good…now who wants to tell me what you were both doing to let the plantains burn like this???

[They look at each other and back at Rio]

Miles: Well you see…uhhh visual learning is an amazing thing, and video entertainment has come very far in the last 50 years

Hobs: Yeah…we're definitely cooked

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[crabonfire]

heya! could u do scout (or all the mercs if you can) x gyaru!reader hcs :o? like everyone suspects [merc] to have a badass s/o cuz their also so badass but in reality their all glammed up and lookin like their goin to a beach party 😭 thanks! and if you don’t want to do the req/can’t do it no problem! ^_^

Scout's Gyaru! Partner!!

character: scout (mercs are barely involved)

note: this cute asf I had to do it lol 😭

The other mercs are involved a bit

I made the S/O super cheery and a little aggresive but that's just cause idk I think its funny LOL

Gender ain't specified but they act more femininely!! love me feminine ppl 😚

warnings: none

♡Scout♡

• Ever since Scout started to date you, from the way he described you as "Cool, confident and badass" they expected somebody who actually fit the description.

• The men didn't care about it at first. He'd babble on about you randomly in conversation, and automatically, they'd groan and try to change the topic.

• And from the way he'd always do what you told him when you two called over the phone, they assumed you were somebody stricter than he was.

• So they were a little shocked to find somebody with dashing makeup, long painted acrylics with the most glamorous, pastel colored outfit they've ever seen. Your hair was dyed brightly in certain areas, you carried a purse embedded with pearls and cute pins...you were the OPPOSITE of what they were thinking of.

"Oh! Are you Engineer? Jeremy's told me all about you!"

"...Yes-"

"About Jeremy, have you seen him? He was supposed to come with me to a party but he totally ditched on me and he won't answer my calls. The asshole he is."

"Well-"

"OH! I haven't introduced myself, I'm [S/O]! Sorry, that was really rude of me."

He paused, cracking up an awkward smile.

"I could tell."

"Haha, yeah, anyway, have you seen him? He's such a dick for leaving me like that."

"He's in the training grounds with the others, I'll take you there, sweetheart."

"Aw, you're so nice. Thanks!"

He smirked, walking you over the base. How did you find the base? He doesn't know. Does he want to see Scout get yelled at? Yea.

♡♡♡

• "Jeremy what the hell?! You left me out there alone you dick. So fuckin' rude, and you didn't answer my calls..."

"OW- I TOLD YOU IM SORRY-" He winces, rubbing over the area you hit his head at. "I was busy..."

"Busy with what? Being a little bitch?"

• The mercs who watched from afar snickered, he gave you a frown and you retorted your insult.

"I'm sorry, you know I don't mean it babe."

"Yeah yeah, and I'm sorry for not telling you anything. I was busy, and I left my phone in my room."

"Okayyyy, I won't yell at you anymore. I came to ask if you wanted to go to the beach this week? I got this super cute beach set and like, we could take cute pics together. It'd be sooo fun!"

"Hell yeah, people will see my muscles and stuff."

• You chuckled, "Yeah! Your strong muscles, and we'll both look so cute together."

He smiled at that, then he looked you up and down.

"I never got a good look of you, but damn...you look real cute today." He muttered, "Are these new?" He said as took your hand in his, admiring the colored nails with their cute accessories.

You grinned brightly, "Yeah! I'm so glad you noticed." He felt himself melt, "They're nice. I like the colors."

• He was always so enamored by you. You were so energetic, so confident...you always wore whatever you wanted and did whatever you wanted because you never cared, and best of all you had the cutest fashion sense.

"I like how you did your make up today."

"Your hairs nice. It must've taken a while, yea?"

He started to comment on your outfit, telling you how cute you looked, making you chuckle and blush at his corny remarks. You two went quiet, and honestly, it was a new sight for these mercenaries.

• They'd never seen him so quiet, so enchanted by somebody before. Where he actually stops talking for once, and just looks at you with such love.

They almost don't believe it, Scout...BEING ROMANTIC? ain't no way.

"Wow, He's actually shutting up?" Medic says, "Pinch me, I'm dreaming." Sniper replied, making everybody crack a smile. They kept watching as you leaned down to give him a kiss, pulling back with the softest gaze they've ever seen on anybody.

"HEY! NO ROMANCE ON THE BATTLEFIELD!" Soldier screamed, making them both flinch and turn to their direction. "HEY HEY, WHERES THE PRIVACY AT? Fuckin perverts." He stands up from his bench, walking over with you outside as you chuckle in reply. He sticks his tounge out at them mockingly, as if saying "Your just jealous" before he does.

• Spy rolls his eyes, but there's a slight smile on his face. His son has found somebody good, somebody he can be happy with, even though they weren't somebody he expected. He's happy for him.

♡♡♡

I would've added more merc content for this but I liked how I wrote scout,, he loves ur fashion sense babe omggg

Honestly i miss writing scout, he's a big reason I'm really into tf2 in general haha.

[stgosupremacy]

Hi! I just wanna say I love ur blog! I like how you see and talk abt Goh's character ❤️

I know some people (mostly those toxic pokemon fans) REALLY don't like Goh, and it upsets me bc it feels like me and them watched a completely different character on screen.

What do you think about it? I just don't get how they can hate him!

omg hey fellow goh lover!!!!!! 🥰 i also just wanna say thank you for the lovelyyyy message because i ask the same question daily honestly

(sorry i had to use that the animation is too slick)

ANYWAY

it actually upsets me a lot too that people don't see the good in Goh! im glad you think the same <3

okay there's some instances (yes im saying this 💀) where even i think goh went a bit too far like even though i think it's sick he caught suicune i do get why people were so mad about it? but cmon that was a bit too much hate 😭

Ash hadn't caught any legendaries his entire journey so yeah Goh catching suicune at the early-ish start of his journey was....just a bit like oh ok wow even for me lmao but yk that topic will probably never calm down lets be honest

Then there's him just catching every pokemon without battling, that I also get why ppl are mad because I was rewatching the unova anime a few days ago and a lot of the episodes had an emphasis onbattling before catching, and you can say that goes for the rest of the pokemon anime after that too...up until journeys 😂

Goh is a bit of a rulebreaker in that instance, i get that, but if people hate him taking so much screentime for Ash

(heads up the episode where goh goes on vacation and meets tokio again is the 1st episode in the anime history without any scene of Ash in it at ALL which is pretty crazy)

then I'm sure we wouldn't want to see Goh battle e v e r y single pokemon he catches, like his goal is literally to catchem all as well BUT BUT THEN AGAIN, that arguement is pretty weak i guess, and i understand why people would be mad, but I really dont like when they genuinely just hate him excessively 😭😭

OKAY POSITIVES NOW THIS IS WHAT I THINK

His character development was really nice in my opinion, and I really like how he more often emphasised the fact the reason why he wanted to catch throughout the series, and he reeaaaally understood pokemon better and forged such nice relationships with all of them

(also i was a bit sad Ash didnt get any galar starters too but....im sorry i feel like they're too perfect with Goh im proud of him)

🥺💖

he's really adorable goofy sweet amazing incredible gay and literally the entire package there are those minute things about the pokemon catching yadayada but that basically is forgotten when i watch him on screen

gonna reinforce my point about how he is perfect with the Galar starters...im sorry but look at them.

(you cannot talk to me about the drizzle episodes I will literally start crying. Also the grookey errand episode and that hug. Omfg)

You can see how much he cares for his pokemon (all the hugs above omg stop 😔💖) and I wish other people would also see that 😭 😭

He's so sweet and kind now especially at the end when Ash finally managed to help open his heart to other people and also Ash himself 😛 😛 OK I told myself I wouldn't bring satogou into Goh's honour post but they're another reason I love Goh so much, they compliment each other so well and I couldn't think of anyone else more perfect for Ash I love them both 💗🥺 (... In case you hadn't noticed)

Then again, it's still opinion based ig, not gonna fight about it 💀

Sorry this was such a long response (but cmon what were yall expecting..) but I kind of felt like I was gonna do a post like this sometime soon so thank you for anyone who voluntarily read this long-ass rant about Goh and @louie-inc for asking the question too!! 💕 💯 💕 💯

[dusk-outlaw-gaming]

Following up with my previous post, here's the full scene.

I'm a bit rusty in terms of writing but I hope it's still alright to read.

With that said, happy reading

:)

***

"So... do you have a crush, Noceda?"

Luz turned her head to look at the witch with her eyebrows raised, "what?!"

"A crush," Amity quipped, "you know, someone you-"

"I know what a crush is, thanks!"

"So- who is it?" the witch asked, a teasing gleam shimmering in her golden eyes, "anyone I know?"

Luz snorted, "wouldn't you like to know, Blight?"

"I'm just... curious."

"Why? What's it to you?"

Luz was kind of taken aback by the rather odd questions; until now Amity Blight has never shown any sort of honest interest in the human's life or anything regarding her really. So to have Amity be this nosy all of a sudden was a completely new experience, maybe even a bit suspicious.

"No particular reason," Amity responded, halting Luz's train of thoughts.

"Uh... okay?"

"Do you?"

Golden eyes stared intently into hazel ones.

For a brief moment Luz thought she could see something in those eyes; something she couldn't put her finger on but it was enough to make her avert her gaze.

The brunette sighed, staring up at the ceiling. She gulped, a familiar warmth rising in her abdomen, traveling up to her chest as her heart began to beat faster, accompanied by a fluttering sensation in the pit of her stomach.

"I... I do." A blush infiltrated her cheeks.

"Uh huh?"

Amity sounded... hopeful?

"But I'm not gonna tell you," Luz quickly added, a wide grin spread on her face.

'Nice safe.'

Unfortunately the Dominican-American got a bit too carried away by her supposed triumph over Amity, distracted enough to not notice the pillow being flung towards her, hitting her square in the face with a thud.

"Ow! What the fuck, Blight?!"

"Be glad I only threw it... suffocating you with it was actually my first impulse."

Luz grumbled as she pushed the pillow aside, shaking her head, "you and your-"

"I got a crush too, you know" Amity blurted out, the ivory skin around her cheeks tinted in a soft, rosy color.

Luz blinked, her heart skipped a beat. Was Amity trying to-

No.

No, it can't be.

Not her.

Not Amity Blight.

That just wasn't going to happen.

'Don't get your hopes up, Luz.'

Afraid of what the witch might be able to read from her reaction, Luz resorted to what she knew best, to what had been their dynamic for years.

Or call it lack of better judgment.

"You?!" she scoffed, "you of all people? Didn't know that heart of yours knew feelings."

As soon as the last words had left her lips, the brunette instantly regretted what she had said; it had come out a lot harsher than intended.

She watched Amity's frame stiffen as she wrapped her arms around herself. The witch's expression hardened, in her eyes a clear reflection of how those words hurt.

"Y-yeah," Amity voice cracked, fingers digging into her arms, "I know, right? How could I possibly have feelings for someone? I'm expected to be a cold-hearted bitch with no emotions, right?"

'LUZ! YOU FOOL!'

"A-Amity, I-"

"I know I always act like I don't care!" the lavender haired witch barked, blinking back tears, "but the truth is I'm scared and confused!"

Amity's hands fell onto her lap, fingers clenching around the hem of her skirt.

"Scared because I fell in love with someone despite pledging to myself to never let that happen again! To not be vulnerable anymore," Amity hiccuped, her grip tightened, "confused because that certain someone managed to sneak into my heart so... effortlessly!

All because I think it's adorable how she pulls her beanie into her face when she gets flustered, because I like the way she makes my knees go weak whenever she speaks Spanish and because I like how her laugh causes my heart and stomach to flutter!"

Luz froze.

She stared at Amity, wide eyed with her mouth agape.

She was used to outburts like these but they never had been so emotionally charged and... sincere.

Did she really just-?

Guilt began to creep up on the human, it paralyzed her. She hated making others cry. It was one of the reasons Luz felt so insecure about herself and why she thought all she was capable of is failing.

She messed up.

Again.

The word echoed in her mind, merging with Amity's sobs.

Luz acted on impulse.

Throwing caution to the wind, well aware she could risk a broken nose if she followed through with the thought roaring loudly in her head, she finally moved.

It was worth a try.

She owed it to her.

"Amity..."

The addressed woman's body tensed further as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her trembling frame, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"I'm terribly sorry, Amity," Luz murmured, her voice hushed but full of sincerity, "it wasn't fair of me to disregard you and your feelings like this and be a dick about it. I shouldn't have said that. I'm... so sorry."

Luz braced herself for a punch to the gut at the feeling of the lavender haired witch stirring; instead she found herself astonished as Amity sank into her body, her own arms wrapping around Luz's midriff, face buried into the human's shoulder.

With that, Amity crumbled. Her entire body shook as tears fell freely, hands clutching the back of Luz's army jacket, sobs and hiccups filled the room.

It was clear that Amity has had all these feelings bottled up inside her for quite some time, the added pressure of keeping up an image with a nonchalant demeanor must've been exhausting.

The brunette's heart squeezed painfully at the realization. She took a quivering breath, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

Luz internally cursed herself; this was her fault. She was the one who had been insensitive about the whole thing to begin with.

She had to fix this.

She needed to.

She wanted to.

And Luz knew how. Or at least she hoped.

The dark haired woman shifted, placing her legs onto either side of Amity's thighs so she could pull her closer. Cautiously Luz moved one hand to the back of the witch's neck, drawing soothing circles into the ivory skin with her thumb, letting the other do the same on Amity's back.

To Luz's surprise it seemed to have immediate effect, the heavy shaking and erratic breathing calmed gradually.

"Y-you know... the one I fell for-" Luz gulped, "she uh... has this habit of twirling the hem or the sleeve of her shirt in between her fingers whenever she's nervous. I think that's adorable.

She's... super cute when she's deeply focused. She does this spinning trick with her pen... I still haven't figured out how she does it but... she looks so fucking cool doing it."

Luz could feel her cheeks begin to burn, by now her heart raced; it became harder and harder to remain calm and collected.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought she heard Amity gasp.

"She uh- she's got such beautiful eyes, the most wonderful, magnificent golden eyes I've ever had the pleasure to gaze into and... lose myself within."

Silence emerged between the two of them, each passing second made Luz grow more anxious.

By now Amity's sobs had died down, replaced by soft snuffles.

The witch eventually moved and wiggled out of Luz's embrace, hands gliding along the smaller woman's back, sliding beneath the jacket to come to a rest at her hips.

The warmth of Amity's hands seeped through the fabric of Luz's t-shirt and caused her heart thump eagerly in her chest.

Slightly reddened eyes stared up into hazel ones, darting back and forth in between them.

Luz swallowed, bringing both her hands up to cup Amity's face, gently running her thumbs across the witch's cheekbones to wipe away her tears.

The digits lingered, shyly caressing the rosy cheeks as she gazed into Amity's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Amity," Luz stated, her voice at the verge of cracking, "I'm sorry I-"

"D-did- did you- did you mean all that?"

The witch's voice was small, almost nothing more but a mere whisper.

"I am sorry, yes. I really did mean-"

"N-no... what you... said about-"

A small but gentle smile found it's way onto Luz's lips, her response emphasized by a shy nod and a quiet, affirmative hum.

"Mhm."

It felt like time stood still as their eyes locked onto one another, Luz's hands still resting on the other woman's cheeks.

She noticed Amity's eyes briefly dip down, saw her swallow, heard the quivering breath the lavender haired witch released.

Something lingered in the air and it made the human's heart palpitate, making her head swim but strangely, it elated her.

Gathering all the courage she had, she took action.

She reached to tuck a strand of hair behind Amity's ear and slowly, she leaned in.

Their lips brushed against each other in a shy manner, nerves seemed to get the better of them. They were so close already, breaths mingling and quickening in anticipation.

"Luz..." Amity breathed and shifted, wrapping her arms around Luz's neck, which prompted the human's arms to drop, circling around Amity's waist.

The lavender haired witch pulled Luz in to close the gap and finally their lips melded together.

Tension released, causing both women to sigh into the kiss as their bodies relaxed.

Long lasting, suppressed affection bubbled to the surface, finally breaking free from imaginary shackles and allowed two hearts to soar.

Their lips separated, albeit briefly, eager to find each other once more.

And again.

And again.

One last, lingering kiss got shared before their lips parted with a soft sound, breathless but happy chuckles filled the room.

"I guess," Luz whispered, forehead resting against Amity's, "that answers your question?"

Amity laughed softly and gently caressed the back of Luz's neck, stealing yet another peck.

"It does."

A comfortable beat of silence passed in between them, enough time for their breathing to return to normal.

"You uh... wanna go for some coffee?" Luz asked, her usual shy demeanor making an appearance.

"Are you asking me out, Luz Noceda?"

"W-well, I-" she cleared her throat, hand subconciously reaching for her beanie to pull the accessory into her face, "y-yes?"

Amity chuckled and reached to push the fabric back up to meet her eyes, "I'd love to have a coffee with you."

The human beamed and excitedly jumped to her feet, slightly staggering from a head rush.

"Luz, are you okay?" Amity inquired, having noticed the wobble in the brunette's legs.

"Yeah, just got up too fast. It's fine," Luz responded with an embarrassed snicker, offering a hand to the lavender haired witch who gladly accepted.

Luz threaded their fingers together, holding Amity's hand tightly.

"Shall we?"

"One more thing..."

"What is-"

A loud thud broke the silence of the room as Luz's shoulder got aquainted to Amity's fist.

"OW!"

"That's for making me cry," Amity remarked and grinned widely, baring her fangs.

"Yeah... yeah, okay. I deserved that one," Luz hissed, rubbing the aching spot on her shoulder.

***

And that wraps up this one.

If you made it to here: Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read through all of that. I really appreciate it. Hope you'll be having a fantastic day! :)

And hey, I don't bite. If you wanna talk, shoot me a message :)

[soaps-mohawk]

Hey Rory. I’m so sorry you’ve had to go through all of those anons who didn’t respect you. The literal audacity they had to send those to you. You’re a human being, as much as anyone else, which means you don’t deserve all of that. You shouldn’t be worked non-stop and grounded down to a nub just for people’s entertainment. Please take a break of at least a breather. Wouldn’t want my favorite writer to break down. We’re all here for you. I’d also like to point out that I am and will always ~like~ to be 🐻🥃. I’ll start putting random little nicknacks during my asks so you know it’s me. Please take care of yourself. Thank you very much for reading this!

- 🐻🥃.

P.S- Came up with a nickname ideas for my emojis: Whiskear. It’s Bear and whiskey mixed together.

Yeah it sucked. Honestly I'm glad I turned off anon. It's just so stressful sometimes. It really is. I'm gonna be real because today was a shit day and I honestly am incapable of giving a fuck right now but for a while there I was coming to resent the blog. Friends can tell you I was constantly breaking down about the blog and how stressful it was getting.

A lot of that was the pressure I put on myself. I always feel like I have to answer every ask right away and keep my inbox empty (which is impossible with a blog this size with one person behind it, but I am learning it's okay to leave asks unanswered). This blog was running me ragged at the expense of the fic. I was putting so much time and energy into the blog that I neglected the fic. So many chapters were like rush written on Thursday so I could edit and post on Patreon on Friday. Hell even this week's chapter was finished last night and edited this morning. Granted I had a hell of a day on Wednesday.

So yeah, turning anon off has been a bit of a relief. Don't get me wrong, I love getting asks and not crazy and rude and harassing anons, but it's more my own pressure and expectations on myself to keep up with the blog constantly. Taking days off has been so helpful honestly. Sure I still creep on here on my days off but I don't have that pressure to answer every ask as it comes in all the time.

Anyway, I don't hate the blog anymore (most of the time) nor the fic (only sometimes when the words aren't wording). But thank you all for your kind words and your support. I truly appreciate it so much.

I forgot to put you on my list 🤦‍♀️ I thought you were already on there and somehow I didn't notice that you weren't. Today has been a hell of a day and if I forgot anyone else please let me know.

Whiskear is so cute omg 😍 I love

[youremyheaven]

Hello, Purva bhadrapada, Leo stellium native here, I also wanted to add that I think purva bhadrapada, since it is Brahmin caste is probably more prone to this, then punarvasu and finally vishaka, who in my experience is the most materially/self interested Jupiter nakshatra, which is why we see it in so many celebrities compared to the other two, especially purva bhadrapada.

I've always been at the role of teacher/smart one since I was a little girl, I've always been a bit parentified and I think that comes out a lot in my relationships with nodals, since I'm the one who has to keep things in control, now that we are on the topic, I'm gonna trauma dump about my Magha sun, mula moon friend 😭

I don't want to bad mouth her since I do still have affection for her, but this woman put me through so much. One time she face timed me whilst she was drinking, she got so drunk and then started driving! She face timed me whilst she was drunk driving talking about how sad she was, all whilst I could hear all the dangerous turns she was making, so I called her mom to come get her, I couldn't do it myself cause I live too far away. The next day she wouldn't stop complaining about how pissed she was that I called her mom on her, talking about how she got in trouble, but what was I supposed to do? WATCH HER DIE ON CAMERA?! She made me the villain and not our other friend who she also face timed, who is also nodal.

Another time, she was dating this dude and SHE ALWAYS DID WHATEVER HE SAID FOR NO REASON, one time we were all hanging out as friends, a whole ass group of people, and this girl started sucking this mans dick in front of us 💀😭 like they were not slick in the slightest, I caught sight of it and then I tried to politely tell them to stop before the others noticed, she did not stop and others caught them, to which they all collectively said "Wtf? Stop please" AND THEN SHE COMPLAINED TO ME ABOUT THIS? HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO TAKE YOUR SIDE? 💀

Another time, I was really busy with some work but she texted me about how suicidal she was feeling and how she wanted to attempt, I stayed with her the whole night trying to talk her out of it until she just stopped talking to me all together, I panicked and spent hours debating whether to call someone, since I don't know if she really attempted something, but I didn't want her to be mad at me again. It was one of the most anxious nights of my life. Eventually, she called me and said she was fine 💀 I SPENT ALL THAT TIME WORRIED AND SHE DIDNT SAY ANYTHING! that was my breaking point and I just cut contact with her after that

The worst part of all of this is that she never took any interest in my emotions or any of the problems I had, in all the years of friendship we had I only opened up to her twice and I regretted it immensely both times. She never took any time to take care of me, and would always accuse me of telling her what to do after giving her advice THAT SHE ASKED FOR!

Anyway 💀 yeah it was traumatizing

💀💀💀💀 I'm glad you've cut her out

My Swati Sun, Magha Rising ex was somewhat like this. He texted me saying he's having a panic attack and does not know what to do (at like midnight) and then after I text & call him mad worried, he does not respond. He texts me back the next day afternoon saying that "it was just a spur of the moment thing, I'm alright" like wtf??? He always kept me on edge with his mental health stuff and I was always made to feel like I'm on suicide watch only for him to turn around and be like "oh I'm over it now bc I've drunk away the last thought I had in my head"

He once video called me at 8 in the fucking morning because he wanted company while he smoked

Let me just say that there was a clear imbalance in our relationship bc I had to watch out for him while he did batshit stuff and I could never do the things he did and expect him to have played the supportive role 😒

There was another Magha Moon girl I used to know who completely did unhinged shit, she jumped from man to man every week (not slut shaming, just pointing out poor choices) in India, the arranged marriage system prevails and she received a proposal from some 5'2 30 yr old (when we were like 21) who was loaded 💸and her family rejected the proposal and she was already dating some deadbeat loser. Guess what she did after she broke up with the deadbeat loser many months later?? She started talking to the 30yr old guy who came to her house with a marriage proposal 😭and literally 2-3 weeks later he publicly announced his desire to marry her at the wedding of a mutual relative and she said "I'm not interested in marrying you" PUBLICLY, it was super shameful for the families and all parties involved bc like ??? what on earth was she thinking??? he made his intentions clear from the get go??? did she think she could hook up and rebound with the guy who contacted her family with a goddamn marriage proposal??? and she played the victim when in reality throughout their 3 week tryst she led him on and on and on, why didn't she say she would never ever marry someone like him?? so embarrassing lol

There was a Magha Moon guy who I had mutual friends with and he's a complete deadbeat loser. He hasn't finished his degree (he was my senior at uni) he's broke as hell and all he does is go on road trips and drink till he drops and he had the audacity to ask my friends if I'd be interested in seeing him and I was like 🤢🤮ew no and he literally repeated this process every month no joke. He's asked me out more times than I can count, he's made our friends ask me on his behalf a billion times and I'm like ??? how oblivious or lacking in self awareness do you have to be?? He always told them that he thought I was "hiding" my interest in him 🤮🤢🤭so idk I feel like Nodals can be supremely delulu

[obihiro-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Daiki Kamiyama

~ July 19th ~

“Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary.”

Login Lines:

“The Earth has been blessed with another year of this daring hero?! What could await the great Paladin today?”

“A gift! I had predicted this would happen. Thank you! I will treasure this forever!”

Voice Lines:

“It sucks that all I got from dad is some money. What will it take for him to get it through his thick skull? I don't want his money, I want… I want to talk with him.”

“M-My brothers were a lot better at least! Akimi called to congratulate me. Same with Kenshin and Shinobu! Carter said my present was delayed since shipping stuff overseas can be a pain in the arse. Ronan said the same thing, only he told me what he got me: A metal figure of Daizyuzin from the Dinosaur Sentai Zyuranger! And Levi mailed a huge kit to build some GoGoFive models! I wanna shut myself in my room to build and track my brothers’ gifts, but I need to stay active! I have fans now that I need to thank, even if all they say is ‘Happy Birthday’!”

“Hisoka? Oh hey! I didn't expect you to- Wha? Uh, yeah, I can tell it's a gift. I'm not daft, I know it's my birthday! Okay! I'll open it!”

“Woah! Patches?! And they're the Ohsama King Ogre patches! I've never gotten something like this before! Huh? Well yeah, I love it! Don’t stress about it, I'm gonna have Jack put them on my favorite bag later! Thanks Hisoka!”

“Oh brother, here comes Jack… Nothing! Just… Excited to see you! Again.”

“A present? It better not be… Ugh, really? Cleaning supplies? I've been keeping up with my chores! I don't need... Guh…! W-Well stains are just hard to- Jack? Jack no! Not again!”

Hisoka's Lines:

“Daiki… I-I mean Dai-kun. Just… Here. It's a present. A birthday present? J-Just please open it already.”

“Y-Yeah, wasn’t really sure what to g-get you, so patches? They looked like the Sentai stuff you like, so- You really? You actually like them? And here I thought it was a shit gift. Glad you like it Dai-kun. Y-Yeah, you go ahead and do that. H-Huh? Oh, yeah, no problem o-or uh… You’re welcome. Happy birthday.”

Jack's Lines:

“Happy birthday young master Daiki…Pardon? Ahem. I see… I am glad to see you in good spirits as well, young master.”

“As per your father's request, I have come to bestow a gift. Yes, really. I have noticed your shirts are starting to suffer again, so I bought a new detergent to help deter those pesky stains... Well, I keep reminding you that you should immediately clean your clothing when you arrive home. Now come along, let's review what I showed you last week. Chop chop!”

[antaresr]

I just noticed that women are beings perfectly capable of making decisions for themselves, taking responsibility for their actions and being mature people until you say something that a man doesn't like and then you are not mature, you are not rational and you have no right to make that decision you made.

To contextualize, my best friend's friend started flirting with me, I am under the asexual umbrella and I hardly have romantic relationships, I can count all my relationships on one hand and I would have most of the fingers left over.

I told this guy "I'm demisexual, I'm genderfluid" he said he understood, I thought he did.

I mainly clarified to him that I am gender fluid for the reason that due to my gender dysphoria, many things that are feminine in my body cause me conflict, such as menstruating, sometimes having breasts, sometimes my voice, my small hands, among others.

So being pregnant is out of the question, it would be an extremely traumatic experience for me, I also have depression and that would only aggravate it and there is a lot of history of miscarriages in my family, it would be a lot of traumas and things that I couldn't go through without trying kill myself.

I told him and he said it was fine that as long as I didn't want to put a penis in him everything was perfect, but it was meant as a joke and I understood it because I also make those jokes with my male friends.

The biggest problem came when the topic of getting married and having children came up. I have never, EVER, wanted to get married or have children and I clarified it to him "I don't want to have children."

and I went from the girl of his dreams to an immature girl who doesn't know what she wants and who still needs to grow up and get to know the world to realize that she does want to have children, man, if it really matters to you, get a girl your age ( We only have 5 years difference but yeah, you get it).

I told him no, I had never wanted to, plus I don't think I have to justify my sexual reproductive decisions, I didn't do it with my mother (who was glad I didn't want to have children) so I won't do it with a guy who doesn't even is my partner and we were just seeing if I wanted to have something with him.

And he answered me (I just had to laugh at this because otherwise I was going to get angry): I used to say that at your age, now I do want to have children, so you're going to want it too in a few years.

The nerve, I just laughed, I laughed so hard that my mom knew something had happened, the guy continued with his bullshit about "if you don't get married you'll be alone, if you don't get married where are you going to live, if you don't... "and blah blah blah, well I don't know about you pal, but I have an inheritance from my aunt and my dad, and living alone has never been a problem for me.

Just to be a joke, I told him that I didn't care because my older brother would support me, give me a house and I wouldn't work a day in my life, the guy continued with "your brother will make a life without you and you'll be alone" friend, my brother doesn't want to get married either, and he has always said that he will live with me and my mother, he will probably have a separate life at some point but I don't care, he will always be my brother and if I need help he will help me as always he has done it, telling me those kinds of things instead of scaring me makes me angry.

In the end I was getting really angry, and as "the immature girl that I am and I don't know what I want" I stopped answering his messages and ghosted him, I mean, I'm a childish girl, right? What could he expect then?

So yes, men do not like that you as a woman can make decisions separate from their needs, you must want to have children, you must want to get married, you must want to serve them, yes, it is not all men, but that specific sector always tells you: you must make your decisions and take responsibility for them and then tells you that you can't think that and you have to do what they want.

[indomitableblackdragon]

I can't figure out this spacing thing and I'm not about to find out. So hey! I'm Allul (They/Them, trying to figure that thing out)! I'm that fucking creature that's flooding your dash with posts about a boat girl and whatever other shenanigans my mind decides to get up to. I'd say I should apologize but really the longer you know me the more you realize this is just how I live my life

I'm 26 (Not for long) and a terrible chronic gacha addict that probably should've stopped a long time ago. But since i haven't I now have adopted boats (as this blog shows) along with....

androids

horse girls

very bisexual prisoners

food personifications

goblins

cinnamon rolls

and plenty of other random things that go in and out of my mind on the daily. This may come at a surprise to plenty of people but I literally haven't even been here a year yet (shocking I know). Most of my writing career has been either super bad fanfics, skype rp (yes this sadly was part of my life), and forums of recently. Only after being dragged here by a few friends did I realize what I was missing out on and I'm glad I joined! I promise you I'm not intimidating as I may seem (If I even come off as intimidating) and really I'm a DM away from blowing your eardrums off about whatever you want. Like lets be real my first blog here was a goddamn pokemon. I think that says everything you need to know.

Anyway next is checks notes about myself and that's problematic. Because I have no idea how to do that :3. According to my friends this meme explains it best

But as expected writing is my hobby (go figure) and beyond that is probably video games. A lot and a ALOT of RPGS, Fighting Games, and whatever is out there to get my serotonin running. Currently I'm down in the mines playing Granblue Fantasy Relink, Granblue Fantasy Versus Rising (are you noticing the trend), and dabbling in some other ventures (Gundam Versus if you want to know how niche my tastes get. I also collect plushes!

in line with my crippling Granblue addiction music CD's!

But yeah if it wasn't obvious I love talking about literally anything. My interests are kinda all over the place but most people can vouch that I'm a damn good listener. And that includes plotting even if my mentality usually is just a "fuck it we ball one" rather than really planning it out (I do love planning too! But sometimes you really just gotta go off and never stop). If you don't find me here on NJ's Blog well don't worry I have like 11 more as well. Featuring...

Morgan le Fay (Fate) (@talesofrainandstars_

Melusine (Also from Fate) (@robustdragonheart)

Nian (Arknights) (@unfetteredfreedom)

Mika ("Archive that may be Blue") (@witchoftrinity)

Architect (Girls' Frontline) (@explosivedesire)

Fenie (Granblue Fantasy) (@sourceoftheflame)

Miyoi Okunoda (Touhou) (@geidonteispostergirl)

"Sparkle" (Honkai Stars Rails) @sparklingsplendor

Hiroi Kikuri (Bocchi the Rock) (@sickhackbassist)

My OC Protag from Armored Core 6 "Raven" (@echoesofcoral)

Beyond that I'm always in Discord if you just want to chat or anything else. You can also find me on twitter where I rant about the most craziest things and cry when my favorites in gachas actually get content (it doesn't happen often). Other then that I have no idea how to end this so here's a picture of my dog

anyway I think I've ranted long enough. Looking forward to talking with everyone more and anyone else who is willing to put up with my muses!"

[gtbutterfly]

Quincy and the forest giant: part 7

got this one out a lot quicker than I expected myself to, I'm pretty sure this is the longest chapter so far, too. it has alot more going on than the last one has. I hope you enjoy it, criticism is appreciated,

CW: implied death, two non-sentient fish are caught, killed and eaten, general suspense i guess,

Here's the previous part:

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There were still plenty of clouds in the sky, but some of them had rained out or blown away during the storm. You could just barely see the sun setting and turning the sky orange under where the clouds ended. There was a faint rainbow in the distance. There were some spots in the clouds where the sky was visible. You could already see some of the stars through the holes. Ella looked up at the stars while she cupped me in her hands. I looked around the outside, I’ve been stuck inside of- whatever the building Ella lived in was called since the previous night. The trees were a lot bigger, not quite in terms of length from what I could tell, but the trunks were a lot thicker, and the leaves were three feet long. The grass on the ground seemed long and overgrown, but was otherwise normal. The ground was wet and muddy from the rain, I noticed some large, deep footprints in the dirt that must have been Ellas. The lake, like I saw it earlier, was massive and surrounded by even taller grass, the size of trees. Ella looked down at me,

“Hmm, I’m guessing this isn’t exactly the best day for star gazing, is it?” The giant said,

“Yeah…yesterday it was a lot clearer…” I said, “After the storm ends, there should be a few day with no clouds,”

“Do you ever go cloud watching?” Ella asked,

“well…I guess so. Not as much as I go stargazing,” I said,

“Such a shame it's so cloudy,” Ella said, “it looks like it would be a pretty good sunset otherwise,”

“Yeah…maybe we can….um…look at it some other time,” I said. The giant looked down at me in her hands.

“Oh, well,” Ella said, looking to the side, as if to avoid eye contact, “I wouldn’t count on it. You're probably not gonna be allowed to come back here,” 

“Oh…oh yeah…” I said, looking down, “I’m not gonna see you after tomorrow, aren’t I?” 

“I don’t think so,” Ella said, “it's probably for the best, anyways. I wouldn’t want to accidentally….lose my temper around you again…” she said, rubbing the back of her next while still holding me in one hand.

“Hey, it's alright, I’m fine now,” I said, looking up at her, “I know it wasn’t on purpose,”

“That’s the thing, it wasn’t,” Ella said, looking down, “I could've really…hurt you, Quincey, and I wouldn’t even be trying to. It actually… kind of unbelievable your not scared of me right now,”

“well…I guess I sorta am,” I said, “but…I’m more used to you now ... .and I know you don’t want to hurt me in any way…” Ella sighed,

“Don’t get too used to me, kid,” she said, “I’m glad you are and all, but stay on your toes…I don’t want you getting hurt by me if anything happens,”

“...ok Ella,” I said, holding onto her thumb while in her hand so I didn’t fall. “So…how often do you….interact with…normal sized people?”

“At least once a month,” Ella said, “they- the people I work for show up each month to check on me, and give me food and supplies and such. They don’t like me getting too close to them, or picking them up, so I don’t have much experience with that,” Ella sighed, before continuing, “Like, once or twice a year, some little human like you wanders into the forest, and I take them, and giving them to the people I work for.” she smiled slightly at me.

“The people that go missing each year?” I asked, “but….they don’t come back…”

“Oh, no, not them,” Ella said quickly. “Ever hear of anyone in your town going on vacation unannounced or getting lost for a day? Yeah, those are the ones I took,”

“Oh…ok then….” I looked down nervously, 'so…what happened…to the people that went missing?’

“...” Ella was silent for a moment, before she shrugged, and tried changing the topic. “I should get you something to eat again, this is about the time kids like you eat dinner, right?”

“Um….yeah, sure….” I said, rubbing my arm while biting my lip. Ella wrapped her fingers around me tightly so I wouldn’t fall, before walking a bit. 

“So what do you like, kid? I know you don’t want that stale bread again.” Ella asked me, “you eat meat?”

“Um, most meats, yeah,” I said, “what do you have?”

“I can get fish, venison,” 

“Whats venison?” I asked, sounding worried and panicked,

“Fish it is then,” Ella said, stepping towards the lake. She got on her knees and placed me on the ground next to her. “Don’t go anywhere Quincey, if you do, I will find you,”

“Um, ok, I won’t,” I said, looking down. I wasn’t even planning on running away then in the first place, but Ellas threat made sure I won’t. The giant took a piece of bread she pocketed earlier and crushed it in her hands. She threw the crumbs into the lake. There were some bubbles in the water for a moment, but I couldn’t see any fish from where I was standing until Ella plunged her hand into the water and pulled out four of them in her fist. Some of the water got on me. She flicked two of the fish back into the water and squeezed the other two. I heard some mild cracking before the sound of the fish flopping in her palm stopped. She looked down at me, and must have noticed my expression after seeing her catch and crush the fish.

“You good?” she asked, tilting her head,

“Um…yeah… I just…don’t like the smell of raw fish,” I said. It was partially true.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to freak you out with that, I probably should've told to to close your eyes or something,”

“It's alright,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. Ella held out her hand for me,

“Come, I’ll cook these for you,” the giant said. I climbed into her hand, and she carried me back inside.

The fish were crushed flat, unseasoned, and burnt. Ella had used a piece of metal from a broken car over a campfire-sized fire to cook them. She had trouble flipping the fish over with her size, burning them on one side. She didn’t have any seasoning, and most of the juice was squeezed out of them from when she killed them earlier. Other than that, the fish tasted fine for the most part, at least better than the bread she had. I had to eat with my hands since Ella didn’t have silverware my size, or any silverware for that matter. She ate with her hands too, though she ate her fish a lot quicker since it was about the size of a piece of candy for her. I ended up with grease from the cooked fish on my hands. It felt awkward eating with my hands and making a mess of myself while Ellas' giant eyes stared down at me.

“So….do you have…paper towels?” I asked her,

“I have a normal towel that’s 50 feet long,” Ella said, looking down at me.

“W-why?” 

“Do you think I just, not wash myself out here?” Ella asked,

“Well…um…you mean…like…in the lake?” I asked,

“If it comes to it, I’ll use lake water to drink and bathe,” Ella said, “Usually I try to use buckets of rainwater, more sanitary that way,”

“Oh…” I said, looking down, “...could I….um…..”

“You can shower tomorrow when you get home, Quincy,” Ella said.

“O-ok,” I said, continuing to eat the fish. Ella looked at the grease on my face and hands.

“I will give you some water to rinse your mouth and hands off before bed, m'kay?” she said,

“Ok… thanks,'' I said, smiling lightly while looking down. Eventuary I finished eating, and Ella got me a small amount of water to wash myself off. It was pretty dark outside now. Ella put me on top of the giant blanket that I woke up on that morning so I could sleep. She placed me and the blanket next to the same window I woke up next to, probably because she didn’t have anywhere else to put me for the night. 

“You're not like, afraid of the dark or anything,” Ella asked, crossing her arms and looking down at me while I sat on the blanket.

“N-no, I’m fine…I guess,” I answered, looking down.

“Try not to move from the middle of the table right here,” the giant said, “you don’t want to roll off the side in your sleep.”

“Ok…” I said, “um…see you tomorrow, Ella,”

“Good night, Quincy,” she said, before walking away.

Didn’t fall asleep for a while. I just laid there on the blanket in silence. I could hear Ella in the distance, her footsteps made vibrations in the ground. I couldn’t tell what she was doing, at one point it seemed like she was just circling around in the kitchen, at another she went back into the room I was in and laid on the massive couch. I didn’t know if she didn’t have her own room or bed, or if she didn’t want to leave me alone all night. At one point she sat on the couch and didn’t seem to move for a while. At first I thought she fell asleep, before I heard what I think was paper being turned over, Ella was reading something. I didn’t know how, since the lights were off and she wouldn’t be able to see, but she was. So I kept laying down with my eyes closed, but I still couldn’t manage to fall asleep. I thought it was the lack of a pillow at first, so I shifted the folded blanket to have a fold over that I could rest my head on. The blanket, despite being so big, was actually the thickness of a normal sized blanket. It was folded dozens of times, making it soft to lay on, and there was a small flap that was covering me. It was very comfortable, but I still couldn’t sleep. It was hard to figure out if this was because of my situation, being in the house of a giant person, or if it was just my usual insomnia. I sat up. I looked over where Ella was, she was still laying on the couch, I couldn’t tell if she had a book or not. I quietly stood up and turned towards the window sill. I could see outside from where I was.

The clouds were still there, but at most half the sky was visible. The moon shone past the clouds and reflected in the lake much more softly than the sun did. Wind blew through the branches of the trees and the tall grass. The sky was a dark blueish purple, with hundreds of stars spread across it like tiny holes with white light peeking through. The clouds seemed to be a dark, dark blue against the night sky. There were swirls and patterns of space dust and constellations. It was beautiful, and I didn’t know how I felt about it. I didn’t feel anything like I did before, it was definitely something, even if it was faint. I didn’t quite feel “happy” per say, I felt something similar to solemness, something that wasn’t sadness or happiness, it was almost like nostalgia, but I wasn’t reexperiencing anything, I couldn’t tell what from my past I could've been longing for, but I was longing for something, something I wasn’t aware I wanted. The feeling was almost physical, there was something physically in my stomach and my chest and my arms that I felt. It nearly felt like emptiness, but it wasn’t. I wasn’t empty, I felt something, or the absence of something. It almost felt cold. It was cold outside this time of year. But it was something more than that. Even when I sat down on the blanket and wrapped the fold around me, I didn’t feel any different. I didn’t feel any more warm, at least on the inside.

Suddenly I heard a sort of slamming sound, like a book being closed, but louder, yet it was still soft. I felt Ella standing up from the couch and sighing. I laid down and pretended to be asleep. I heard her walk around the couch toward the window still I was in front of. I felt her large presence over me, I had my eyes closed and tried to be as still as I could while I laid on my side. She leaned down at me, as if she were checking if I was really asleep. I felt her warm breath on my back as her massive face got within feet of my body. She rubbed my back gently with her finger, before walking away from me. I kept laying down in case she looked back to check again. I heard one of her giant doors open, and heard her walking through it. Still pretending to be asleep, I turned around to look discreetly. It was the door she went into earlier when she left me alone. Last time, she had closed the door, this time the door was open, probably because she thought I was sleeping. I heard some kind of fidgeting, like a dial or wheel being turned, it was too quiet for me to tell what it was exactly. There was some kind of static, which then got quieter to the point where I couldn’t hear it, but Ella could. She kept messing with whatever device she had until I heard her speak into it. The giant's voice was a whisper, butI could still hear her due to how big she was. I couldn’t hear whoever or whatever she was talking to.

“Hey, it's Ella,” the giant said, speaking quietly into whatever she had.

“....” there was some kind of response on the other end that I didn’t hear, Ella responded to it.

“Yes, the kid is still alive. They’re sleeping right now,” she said, turning towards me. I closed my eyes and pretended I was asleep.

“.....” there was another question on the other end of whatever she was talking to, I think it was a radio of sorts.

“There were some…hiccups when dealing with them,” Ella said, “I scared them a bit much when they started asking questions, but I made it up to them,”

“.......” 

“The kids fine now, they know to listen to me, but they’re not traumatize or anything.” Ella said.

“.........”

“what ? you mean…” Ela paused, “oh, they’re somewhat fond of me. They’re not too clingy or personal, but I guess they’re comfortable with me, I wouldn’t know what they see me as though,”

“......”

“...they’re a nice kid, I guess. I’ve definitely gotten to know them more than the other humans I’ve found passed the line.” Ella rubbed the back of her neck and looked down. “It's the most interaction with anyone I’ve gotten with anyone ever since you did this to me, thanks for that, by the way.”

“........”

“Yes, I am aware Quincys an orphaned child. I’m guessing that makes silencing them more difficult for you, doesn’t it?” Ella asked the person on the other side of the radio, “I’m sure you don’t have anything to worry about tho-”

“.......” Ella was cut off by the voice on the other end of the radio. I saw her eyes widen.

“...what? No, I don’t…” Ella seemed to struggle to find her words, “he’s nice to talk to and all, but I wouldn’t…I don’t see him as… what makes you think I would be right for them?”

“........”

“I couldn’t take care of them, not for that long.” Ella said, “I could hurt him, I could lose my temper and crush him. Why, today I almost…” Ella stopped herself.

“..........”

“Nothing, nothing, nevermind.” Ella said, looking down. “Quincy is safe, and they are going back to their home tomorrow, that's final.”

“.......”

“No, they don’t know too much. They don’t know about the logging company, they don’t know what caused the disappearances, they don’t know about the trees, they don’t even know what I really am. They know no more than the other humans you send back home.”

“...........”

“Just because they’re 13 doesn’t mean they’ll tell everyone. Who’d even believe them?”

“.........”

“The whole reason you have me doing this is because it's too dangerous for normal humans to be out here,” Ella said, “Quincy is a normal human, if I lose track of him for a moment…”

“......”

“What?” Ella sounded genuinely shocked at whatever she was hearing on the other side, “no, you can’t...you don’t know if he’d even…..what if he ends up like derrick?” Ella was almost speaking at full volume now. She sounded angry.

“.......”

“I agreed to you doing this to me, and then you blackmailed me into staying, this is different! You want to force this kid to stay here and be…” she noticed how loud she was being. She looked at me. I closed my eyes tightly. 

“......”

“He wouldn’t want that for himself,” Ella whispered.

“.......”

“No one would want this for themselves.”

“..........”

“I said yes because things were different then, I didn’t mean to…”

“.........”

“Quincy didn’t hurt anyone like I did. He doesn’t deserve what I have,”

“...........'' There was a long pause. It seemed like Ella was just listening to whatever the other person was saying. Eventuary, she sighed.

“Fine, we’ll discuss it more tomorrow.” the giant said.

“......”

“Yes sir. See you,” Ella hung up the radio and sighed again. She looked down at herself, before looking towards me. I closed my eyes and turned away from her again. I heard and felt her walking towards me, before I felt her breath against my neck as she leaned down at me. She rubbed my back again and touched my hair with ehr index finger, before walking away. I heard rain start to fall again. Then I fell asleep.