#gosh I didn't think it'd happen!

[booasaur]

Perry Mason (2020) - 2x03

[mrfoox]

Me: haha, I'm over that thing that happened over a year ago, lol, I don't think about it and-

Also me: -suddenly talks about it and gets hit with the same feelings as back then- aa, shit /:

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

https://youtu.be/ta1pc-KmdVY?si=FCok8NXHA-VidSro

just saw this and it was hilarious🤣

can I request a oneshot which y/n heard his scream and comes to help him kill the wasp which y/n can kill the wasp in like 5 minute while lando struggle with it for hour.

Oh my gosh, this had me wheezing.

Kill It - LN

Bugs and insects have an attraction to Lando that he really wishes they didn't. Now usually it happens outside.

But today, a wasp has found it's way into his gaming room.

"There's a wasp the size of a bird!" Lando exclaims through his headset. "Eyeing me up, flying around my room!"

The battle goes on through the gaming stream with plenty of documentation of Lando's ongoing battle to defeat the wasp. His weapons being a hoover which the wasp manages to keep grip on the wall to not be sucked away, a shoe which does nothing to hit it and screaming as he tries to find safety without completely bailing on the stream.

"Is y/n in there screaming too?" Charles asks having joined the stream slightly later and not all linked up with what's happening.

"No. She's not in the-ahhhh!"

As if summoned from thin air, y/n finally appears looking alarmed and holding a baseball bat. Clearly ready to fight off an intruder that she assumed was there due to hearing her boyfriend scream as it he was being tortured.

Though if you asked Lando if this was a matter of torture he might just argue that's exactly what it is.

"There you are! Where have you been? There's a huge wasp that's been trying to kill me for an hour!" Lando cries out making his girlfriend settle a little and roll her eyes. "I need you to kill it."

"I thought you were being murdered! Our neighbours have probably called the police think I've been left home along and been attacked. How do you even get your voice that high?" Y/n questions with a bit of laughter then sighing and shaking her head as she nudges him to the side a little. "Move out the way, if I'm going to kill it then you need to move."

Lando huffs as he hears the rest of the guys on stream laughing since his mic clearly picked up on her words.

"Uhh...oh god it is huge." Y/n mumbles wrinkling her nose as she closes in on it before she spots the hoover. "Oh please tell me you did not try and hoover it up."

"Pfff...no. I was just...cleaning before the stream." Lando lies before hearing everyone in his ears shouting to correct him. "Baby, please. Can you get it?"

"Ok, I'm just thinking." Y/n mumbles trying to approach this with outcome which comes with the least chance of her ending up being stung. Especially since it is a huge wasp, it'd probably feel more like getting stabbed.

Eventually she decides it's just going to be a matter of hitting it with something. Clearly needing to be more successful than her boyfriend's attempt. Definitely not the bat she brought in here, that will cause damage to the wall for certain.

"Ah, baby! It's moving!" Lando exclaims latching onto her arm desperately.

"I know, it's moving. I can't do anything if you're digging your nails into my arm though." Y/n groans trying to shake him off her arm which makes Lando whine a little.

After finally being released, she grabs a magazine and rolls it up while feeling Lando watch her with silent focus.

It takes a couple swings and even after knocking it on the floor and stunning it from the initial hit, she has to hit it again to actually kill it.

"Yes! It's dead. She got it! She got it!" Lando exclaims in joy then jumping on her in a hug. "Ah, thank you. It was attacking me this whole time."

"You're welcome, nobody attacks my man. Alright, I'm going to unpack the food and make something to eat." Y/n sighs before smiling when he stops her from talking in order to kiss her.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I love you. Thank you-I won't be long either. I'm just gonna let them know the wasp is dead." Lando grins while she hums and nods then using the magazine unrolled to scoop up the unholy sized wasp and walking out, though not without yet another kiss.

Y/n leaves while Lando sits back down letting out a heavy breath in a sigh of relief.

"Y/n killed it?" Matt questions making Lando hum.

"Yeah, I swear that woman has so much courage. No fear." Lando states then pausing. "Apart from that one time I took her to a haunted house thing for Halloween and I made her cry by not letting her run away."

"That has got to be the cruelest thing I've ever heard." Matt gawps, jaw dropped. "That wasp was definitely karma for that-I'm actually surprised you're not single from that."

"Trust me, that was almost a breaking point." Lando giggles before shifting. "I should go though, she's going to be annoyed when she finds out I told everyone she cried at a haunted house right after she killed a wasp for me."

"At least she did not spend an hour screaming through the mic." Charles states before they all exchange goodbyes and Lando logs off heading out to find y/n making fettuccine alfredo which is a favourite of hers.

Her arms wrap around her waist and he sighs leaning his chin on her shoulder while she remains focused on her task. Though she shifts her weight a little to lean back on him.

"This smells good, baby." Lando states as she stirs the pasta. "I owe you for saving me."

"Yeah, you do. But you can repay me another day." Y/n laughs earning a grin that she can feel radiating from him. "I love you."

"I love you too."

[m1ssunderstanding]

Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 1.4

Oh, John. It's hard because I'm like “fame was not good for that man” but I'm also like “he would've gone crazy with self-loathing if he didn't have the fame.”

John and Paul start to answer a question at the same time. John: no, go on, you can say it. They're seriously so married. 

John's schoolboy flirting is cute, but what's more noteworthy to me is a) how happy Paul is to be shoved and b) how he instantly leans back into John. It's like they're bungeed together or something. 

John gets me. Look how much he loves Paul bringing out the forced confidence shield to protect him. He's so in love. So turned on. 

Here's my question about the death threats. Did the other Beatles actually receive them and tell Brian about them and keep them from John? Because that would be incredibly sweet and noble of them, but also, in that case, surely John received death threats too. Meaning he just didn't care about his own life and assumed the others were being left out of it because they hadn't actually said they were bigger than Jesus. Or did they have people filtering all their mail by that point? And Brian had been keeping the death threats from all of them? Because that could be interpreted as both protective and selfish of him. Does anyone know?

Again. I just love how Paul goes to bat for John over and over during this tour. Batting his eyes and playing with his hair and shouting down any and all criticism of John speaking his mind.

This moment is so telling to me. An interviewer who was up front at several concerts points out the looks and smiles between John and Paul which you can only see from the front and asks, “is it really that much fun every time?” The easy answer is, “Yeah. We like what we do. It's fun!” But Paul gets cagey. “Oh well the thing is you know with things like that it's probably…” and he makes up a bullshit story about messing up on a song they haven't performed in a year. Why do that if you don't have something to hide? (Even if you're subconsciously hiding) That right there is a tip-off for me that they're not normal about each other. 

Interviewer: are you guys breaking up? John, immediately and emphatically: No. Paul: "Depends what you mean by breaking up, you know . . . Because we can't go on forever like this, so we've got to think now and prepare for, you know, if it did happen. The time has come for us to break up, but we've realized the possibility . . . Of breaking up as a natural progression." Literally shut the fuck up right now, you're going to give John an aneurysm.

I understand. I know. I don't relate to Paul much but I do relate to his hyperactivity and his avoidant attachment. I make sure constantly that I'll be okay when all my relationships end. But you don't talk about that in front of the other person. Especially someone like John whose worst fear is being left. Come on. Think. 

See, now look what you did, Paul. Here's John's answer the next time they're asked about breaking up. 

And yeah, the klan being the ones to “stand up against the Beatles blasphemy” really proves my point from the last post I think. It's just masked racism. 

It actually seems like Paul's more vocally political at this point in time than John is. I wonder what happened to change that? Was it just the influence of their respective wives? Was it just easier for them to play up the roles they'd been assigned for the most part?

Okay on this round of “are you breaking up” they look at each other first before they answer and then Paul goes “all together probably.” I wonder if they talked about their previous answers together and admitted – however cautiously or however veiled – that hearing the other say they might leave hadn't been fun. Who knows, honestly.  

Paul and John often talk about making a radio show together apparently. Gosh if only they could've done that now. I'd make them my token white boy podcast. It'd be great. They'd be so lame and so adorable and they'd talk about recipes and politics and they'd gossip and rank other people's music. But anyway, what really gets me is the often bit. So they really did plan their post-beatle future together. Enough that it was a frequent topic of discussion between them. They planned to be together forever. 

Ugh it always guts me that Paul brought a girlfriend to Paris with him to meet up with John.

Okay my tin hat is glued to my head for this but. But. Hear me out alright? So John starts filming on 09/19/66. He's there for 6 &½ weeks. Putting the end at the beginning of November, right when Paul goes in disguise and alone to Paris. Do we have tabs on John for those dates? John just talked about going around Paris in disguise. What if  they met up by themselves and in secret? What then?

 No fucking wonder John was exhausted with him. Damn. He takes a month and a half to write strawberry fields, shows it to Paul, then...

Interviewer: the songwriting team will keep going whatever happens will it? John: yeah, we'll probably carry on writing music Forever. It's just so ‘Obviously. Might as well ask me if the sun's going to come up tomorrow.’

His friend – try dangerous drugs with and take home to daddy type “friend” – just died brutally and suddenly two days ago, and this is what he looks like and talks like and he's going in to work like it's nothing. I just. Compare that to John talking about Brian's death? Obviously two very different relationships but still… Paul's upbringing really fucked him up so hard. He thinks he's not allowed to be human. What can I say? It's a drag.

AKA the happiest 6 months of John and Paul's lives. 

I find it fascinating that Paul alone is asked to compose and record what would eventually become the carnival of light and that he just went ahead and included everyone in that. Really makes me wonder if he got a vibe off John that him doing the family way alone was hurtful or if they maybe even talked about it? Or maybe he just didn't like doing the family way without John.

Actually quite a lovely, forward-thinking, humble speech. Imagine being John, though. Watching that from home like “why the fuck is he philosophizing to the world without me?” Because you know John shares all those sentiments and might even have got there first. It would be infuriating.

“A lucky man who made the grade” is an interesting way to describe Tara and I can't help but wonder if it has anything to do with Tara being cool enough for Paul to associate with him. And Paul is many things but stupid is not one of them. He's going to at the very least wonder if this verse is about John laughing at his friend's death. Right? Like I know Paul's the repression CEO but seriously I don't think even he is that good. 

Maybe that Leopold and Leob quote isn't just about tearing people down verbally. Maybe Wooler genuinely got a vibe of a sense of superiority and therefore lack of empathy with Lennon/McCartney.

I mean he really does sound like he's describing sex though, doesn't he? Emotional, loving, romantic sex. Followed immediately by Paul's “I'd love to turn you on” lyrics and the “down with pants” and “sword swallower” pins. Alrighty then. 

What I would call my Beatles bio after watching this. "They Touched Dicks: The Only Logical Conclusion."

[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

Unpredictable Part 3-Limoreau x black!fem!reader fic

A/N: AAAH, thank you for all the support on this. I didn't think it'd be a series but I can't stop writing.

Warnings: toxic parents, body shaming, eating disorders, alcohol abuse, and swearing

Words: 7.7k

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 “…and that’s how I knew that I was meant to do charity work,” the nasal redhead concluded.

That afternoon, the Si Chi house was packed with pledges in floral or puffy Selkie and Miss Selfridge sun dresses. A handful of servers circulated the foyer with trays of orange juice and mimosas. The combination of Prada Candy and Viktor Rolfe Flowerbomb made my head spin but I smiled through it as I nodded at different pledges’ stories. All of them were desperately trying to toe the line between interesting and bragging because one could never act too important for a potential house.

“That’s great news,” I glanced at her name tag, “Brenda since Si Chi regularly engages in philanthropic work.”

 Brenda smiled widely, making the hot pink blush on her cheeks even more prominent. “I know, that’s why I’m so interested in joining this---your house.”

“Well, we are glad that you took the time to visit us. Would you excuse me?”

As I weaved my way through the foyer, I plucked a mimosa from a passing server and started sipping. Exactly five seconds passed until I was surrounded by a new crop of bright-eyed freshmen.

“Oh my gosh, are you Y/N Y/L/N?” a willowy brunette asked.

“Guilty, and you are?”

“She’s Justine,” a shorter brunette interrupted.

Justine narrowed her eyes and thinly covered the glare with a smile. “I can introduce myself, thanks, Renee.”

Renee shrunk a little in her oversized light blue sundress and I glanced at Justine.

“So, why are you interested in our house?” I asked.

Justine straightened up and smiled like a pageant girl. “Well, I’m perfectly aligned with all the values of Si Chi: Sisterhood, respect, and intelligence. I am all about women empowerment and I respect people from all backgrounds----I’m exposed to a bunch of different people as an actress, anyway.”

“What about intelligence?”

“Well, I think there’s many different kinds of intelligence and, as an actress, I’m emotionally intelligent to the point where I’m exhausted by everyone else’s energy.”

“She really has to prioritize self-care,” Renee added.

“It’s great that you’re aware of that for yourself.”

She had to be one of the least self-aware people I ever encountered and that was a difficult fete. However, her socials had decent numbers and she had been in a few Vought Plus movies, which would help her win Sydney and Lydia, the vice president, over. The next two years with her and her friend would be irritating.

A softer expression slipped across Justine’s face, and she took a step towards me. “I just want to say that I think it’s so brave that you’ve been participating in all the rush events despite your traumatic experience. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to see Luke,” she paused and placed a hand on her chest, “kill himself.”

Though it had been a week since, it still felt like a bomb rolled off Justine’s tongue when she said it. The wave of emotions that I experienced in that time was hard to describe; Shetty said that grief was a rollercoaster, and the influx of emotions was normal.

“As impossible as it may seem, one day you will come to accept what happened,” she’d advised. “You may experience more anxiety but, with your network, I am sure you will be able to cope.”

The network she referred to was strained at best and destroyed at worst. My “sisters” were as supportive as they could be: Alina gave me a Lush self-care kit, Sasha was not nearly as antagonizing as usual, Lydia gave me grief book recommendations, and Sydney let me pick what workout classes we attended. Emma and Cate were the only non-Si Chi people I spoke to since it was way too difficult to speak to the others.

Justine placed her hand on my shoulder. “If you ever need someone to talk to, you can count on me.”

“Thank you for the thought,” I replied, smiling tightly.

“You must be so grateful that Marie was there to stop him,” Renee quipped.

I sipped some more juice to keep the confusing feelings from bubbling up. Nothing could have prepared me for Marie and Andre being propped as the Guardians of Godolkin, which was arguably the dumbest name Vought could give them. The less I wanted to see them, the more I saw their promos and videos. It was horrible that the last time we spoke we had a fight but every time I saw her, I felt a weird wrench in my chest.

At the very least, Emma seemed happy for her.

Then, Coco Allen, a Si Chi junior, appeared from the crowd and squeezed between the freshmen. “There you are, Y/N, I have a crim freshman with a water manipulation ability who wants to pick your brain.”

“Sure. Will you excuse me?”

“Bye!” Renee called as Coco pulled me through the crowd.

When we got to the less populated living room, I exhaled a breath I did not know I was holding. Then, I turned to the beaming Coco.

“Thank you,” I said.

“You’re welcome. You know I hate entitled freshmen,” Coco mused.

Coco was the only other black girl in Si Chi and happened to be the first one to talk to me when I visited the house last year. She was a little shorter than me with deep mahogany skin that always glowed. She always wore her waist-length jet-black hair in tight curls and accessorized solely with gold jewelry. That day, she wore a fitted white sundress with espadrilles.

“Were there this many last year?” I asked.

Coco shook her head. “But there are a few more black girls so it’s promising.”

“That’s great! I hope I can find them before the event’s over.”

“That would be great.” Coco eyed me. “So, how are you holding up?”

“I’m okay, the mimosas don’t hurt though.”

“They never do. You didn’t have to come today, you know, you could have taken more time, get out of here for a minute.”

I shook my head. “I needed this, it’s a nice distraction or, it has been. Besides, what would it look like if the secretary didn’t attend?”

Coco nodded slowly but I could tell that the gears in her head were turning too much for her to be convinced. “You’re already Sydney and Lydia’s favorite and they might have let it slide.”

I cocked my head at her and she immediately started chuckling half-heartedly.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. The hoops they make us jump through are ridiculous,” Coco reflected.

“It makes sense why you didn’t want to be an officer even though you’re poli sci,” I commented.

Coco grinned. “Hey, I’m making decent connections just by being in this house. This is just a steppingstone on my path to become the first black woman supe president.”

Even though the title was long, if anyone could do it, it was Coco. One time last year I sat in on one of her debates in class and she had a senior in tears and their debate partner ready to put their laser eyes to good use.

“Well, don’t forget little ole me when you’re a big shot,” I teased.

Coco frowned. “What do you mean ‘little’? You have done too much to talk like that.”

I shrugged. “Not that they’re not as important but my four-year plan is less impressive than yours.”

“Oh yeah, the plan where you basically end up a trophy wife? No shade but, I think you’d be way too bored in that role.”

“Hey, I would have a city contract too. Plus, it’s what I want and what I see for myself every time I look into the future. Every step I have taken up until this point puts me closer to that.”

My voice was much stronger than I thought it would be but Coco was always pushing me. Some days it was motivating and on others, it was infuriating.

“Like I said, I’m not trying to crush your dreams or your plan but is that really all you want for yourself? Especially thinking about all the good you’re already doing with your powers?” Coco questioned.

Her words plagued me for the rest of the event and bugged me when we gave our ratings of the pledges to Sydney and Lydia.

“Oh, and Y/N, don’t forget to send me that compilation with all the pledges’ socials,” Sydney requested as I was on my way out of the foyer.

“Of course, you’ll have it by the end of the day.”

Everything was much quieter underwater, except for my thoughts, but those were much clearer. Every time I thought about where I would be in five years, it was the same: smiling at a city event on the arm of some suit. I never saw the man’s face but I knew he had to be somewhat attractive. My eyes fluttered closed at the bottom of the pool and I focused on my future.

It was the same image, complete with flashing cameras and I was wearing a gorgeous rose pink Oscar de la Renta gown. My hair was piled on top of my head in Senegalese twists, and I was smiling widely. However, when I tried to look at whose arm I was on, it was like I could not turn my head. The harder I tried, the sorer the side of my neck got.

After a few more seconds of trying, I pushed myself up to the surface and sucked in the air. The sky was a mix of orange, purple, and blue. Sydney was blasting “My Head, My Heart”, which signaled that she was getting ready to go out with Eric Landon, the president of Sigma Kappa. It would be nice to be asked on a date, a proper one without the expectations of sex later.

My face warmed at the fact that I had never actually been asked out. People constantly told me how good looking I was but that did not translate into boys falling all over themselves for me. There were the occasional fun nights out but it would always end in that same venue. I didn’t think I asked for too much: flowers, good morning and good night texts, respect, intelligence, and ambition. Emma told me I watched too many movies once and while that could have been true, I also thought that it wasn’t too much to ask a guy to hold a door open.

It also did not help that Jordan was the last person I ever got close to being intimate with. I groaned at the thought and dove underwater, making my way to the other side of the pool.

An almost-kiss should mean absolutely nothing but I could not stop thinking about it, just like I could not stop thinking about how Jordan would throw me under the bus to save themselves. I would never do that to anyone, especially not someone I cared about.

But you already did, the voice in my head hissed.

Marie didn’t count, I didn’t mean to do that; Andre, Luke, Cate, and Jordan decided for me. I would have stayed if it was my choice but that didn’t matter to Marie or any of them.

I pushed myself from the side of the pool and butterfly stroked my way to the other side. Thankfully, the water was heated and soothed my aching muscles. As I was about to resurface, I noted a blurry tall blonde figure standing above me. When I pushed up, Cate stood over me, her eyes worried.

“Hey,” I greeted.

“Hi, can we talk?”

“Sure.”

A few seconds later, I was wrapped in a fluffy towel and standing across from Cate. Her eyes shifted around for a moment before she suggested we headed inside. When we got to my room, she immediately closed the door behind us.

“Is there any way someone would have listening devices in here?” Cate asked.

“No,” I said slowly.

“Are you sure? There’s shit out now where they put it in the tiniest crevices and you would never know,” Cate argued.

“I would have seen it or had a hint about it. What’s going on?”

Cate finally sat on my bed, and I opted to stand across from her. “Andre and I found some stuff that makes Luke and Brink’s deaths way more complicated.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, for one thing, they totally cleared out his room the day after he died and I mean everything.”

My eyes widened. “Even the…special drawer?”

“Yes, and at first, I thought it was protocol but what would they do with all those----”

“I get it, Cate, what else did you and Andre find?”

As Cate continued to speak, I could feel my stomach sink further and further, until I was sure it was somewhere in the house basement. Nothing Cate said meant anything positive for anyone. If there was some kind of lab under us, that meant anyone could become a part of it.

“Have you told anyone else?” I asked.

Cate huffed and leaned back on my bed. “Well, Jordan’s been spiraling about Marie and the rankings, so I can’t get a word in about anything else.”

“They’re spiraling?” I asked.

“You haven’t talked to them since Luke died?” Cate asked.

When she said it like that, it sounded like I committed a cardinal sin. After that day, there was nothing else for me to say to them. Even though I saw them in class occasionally, I never spoke to them and desperately tried to avoid eye contact.

“They could have reached out too,” I muttered.

“You’re such a younger sibling,” Cate commented.

“It’s true!” I whined.

“Well, they’ve been freaking out about the rankings since they fell down to number five and Andre’s number one.”

Being in the Top Five was like Jordan’s lifeline. They’d always shared a friendly rivalry with Luke but I knew they wanted to be number one eventually. They spent almost all their time making sure they stayed in a high position and to drop to bottom of the Top Five must have been devastating.

“Oh no,” I whispered.

“Yeah, and your new best friend cracked the Top 100 and is Jordan’s new nemesis,” Cate added.

 I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a chocolate brown loungewear set. “Neither of them are my friends.”

Cate frowned. “Seriously, what is going on with you? The other night, you and Marie were inseparable, and you and Jordan were bantering. What happened?”

It must have been the fact that I was holding all my thoughts and feelings in because I burst.

“Marie and I can’t be friends since she thinks I’m a shallow bitch who would sacrifice her to save myself because I hang out with people who do. The funny part is that Jordan admitted they would backstab me if they could get ahead, which is definitely not something I would do to a friend or anyone I almost kissed!”

I was panting by the end and my chest felt a lot lighter. However, my nerves began to build when I noticed Cate’s mischievous grin.

“Who did you almost kiss?” Cate asked.

“That’s not the point,” I mumbled.

Cate stared at me for a second before lighting up. “It was Jordan, wasn’t it?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“You hesitated which means I’m right. It could have easily been Marie though since you were all over her.”

“Why do people keep saying that? I was being nice!”

Cate held up her hands in a relaxed defense. “Chill, Y/N, it’s okay to like more than one person at once.”

“I don’t like either of them.”

“At all?” Cate quirked an eyebrow.

“No,” I pouted.

Cate looked unimpressed and I felt even more unimpressed since I knew that I liked Marie and Jordan platonically.

“Okay, we’ll save that for later but, I don’t think Jordan would tell you that they would backstab you and they would not think about it. They would do it to other people, but not you.”

“You’re just saying that because they’re your friend and you weren’t there.”

Cate cocked her head to the side. “Think, Y/N, did Jordan really say, ‘I would backstab you if it would save my ass’?”

As I recalled the memory, I slowly rocked back and forth on my heels. “They didn’t say that but, they didn’t answer me when I asked if they would.” “You probably caught them off guard,” Cate reasoned. “I’m sure if you talked to them, things would go okay.”

I hesitated and set my clothes on my bed. “Let’s say that I decided to speak to them, I don’t know what to say. Even if I did, my class tomorrow isn’t with them.

“You’re not going to the Think Brink gala tomorrow night?” Cate asked.

Earlier that day, Mom mentioned something about a gala on the phone but I was only half-listening. In my defense, there was only so much complaining about her clients and Dad that I could stand. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and “Go to Brink gala” was in bright letters on my calendar.

“I guess I am,” I concluded.

“Then, you have some time to figure it out. You might get lucky and not even have to say anything.” I nodded and messed with the charm on my phone. “But what about Marie?”

“You’ll figure that out too. Indira’s taking her to the gala so, you can get both your ‘friends’ back,” Cate said, putting “friends” in air quotes.

“Why did you do it like that? Don’t say it like that.”

“Just because you’re in denial doesn’t mean I am. Think about it, would you be this freaked out if we had a fight?”

The “yes” should have come immediately but it didn’t; it died in my throat, and I couldn’t look at Cate. Why were things different with Marie and Jordan? Why did I stress out about them when I tried to stop thinking about them?

“Can you just make me say the right thing?” I asked.

Cate mulled it over for a moment. “I think it’s best if you do it yourself. If you don’t have a vision about it, something will come to you.”

“Thanks, Cate. If you and Andre need any help snooping----”

“You will be the first person I text,” Cate assured.

“I was going to say that I’ll probably know before you.”

I narrowly avoided the pillow Cate tossed at me and laughed at her effort.

“Maybe you are getting a little too cocky, Y/N.” She stood and walked over to me. “And for the record, I would never betray you in any way, neither would Andre or Jordan. If either of them did, they would have to deal with me.”

“Thanks, I would hug you but I’m still soaking wet.”

“Yeah, that’s smart. I know this might be useless but try not to worry about everything.”

I shrugged. “It doesn’t hurt to try.”

“You’re taking the meds from Indira?”

“Yes, Mom,” I teased.

“Just trying to help.”

Strangely, that was the first night since Luke’s death that I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. The trend was that I would strain myself to have premonitions until I was exhausted and tried again in the morning. For once, sleep found me quickly.

After sitting through a two-hour lecture on trauma’s impact on villains and heroes, I was more than happy to wander back to the Si Chi house and decompress. In a few hours, Talia, Mom’s assistant, would arrive with options for the gala. Then, the glam team would arrive and do their best to ignore Mom while they did their jobs.

I needed all the relaxation I could get.

 As I was mentally reviewing which movies I could watch, my phone kept buzzing in my back pocket. I thought it was another flurry of comments on the TikTok Coco and I made yesterday but it was from a strange number.

XXX-XXX-XXXX: Y/N, pls come 2 my dorm, it’s an emergency.

XXX-XXX-XXXX: Im srry we haven’t talked in a while but it’s important.

I frowned and typed back, ????

XXX-XXX-XXXX: It’s Marie. Emma’s in trouble.

My stomach dropped and I replied, B there soon.

As I raced around other people on campus, my thoughts moved faster at the possibility of what could have been going on with Emma. The last time I had spoken to her was two days ago and she was okay then. If anything, she may have been tense because Marie and I were not speaking but she had not said anything else.

I was halfway to their dorm when I ran into something solid.

“Watch where you’re going, Y/N,” Maverick sneered.

“If you put on some clothes, maybe I’d see you,” I shot back as I continued down the hall.

When I finally got to their dorm, I was panting and could barely knock. Marie pulled the door open, pulled me in, and closed the door behind me.

“Did you sprint here?” she asked.

I nodded. “You said…it was…an….emergency…Emma.”

In the middle of me grabbing my bearings, I noticed something tiny next to one of the supports on Emma’s bed. Slowly, I slid to my knees and crawled over to it. When I realized who it was, a choked gasp escaped my mouth.

“What happened?” I whispered.

“I don’t know. She was like that when I got here and I didn’t know what to do so I called you since you’ve known her the longest,” Marie rambled.

Her words barely registered in my brain as I went to one of Emma’s drawers, grabbed a small set of clothes, wrapped her in it, and carefully set her on her bed. Emma was barely breathing and was ghostly pale.

“Emma, I know you’re probably not going to like this but, you’re going to need to eat something.”

She didn’t reply and for a second, I wondered if she could.

I started rifling through all her stuff until I found a box of crackers. My hands trembled as I broke them into small pieces and kneeled in front of Emma. She never looked at me as she nibbled on each crumb I fed her.

Eventually, she grew back to her normal size. As soon as she was, she pulled her knees to her chest.

“I’m sorry you saw me like that,” she muttered.

Slowly, I sat next to her and it was almost the same way zookeepers treated wild animals. If one moved calmly enough, they would not get attacked. Marie sat on her bed.

“It’s okay, I’m glad we were able to help,” I replied. “What happened?”

Emma sniffed. “I opened up to this girl in my class. We’re scene partners for a project and we were talking, and I guess I felt comfortable enough to tell her about how I get small. I thought it was just between us, but she posted this…this video on YouTube telling the whole world about it.”

“Who’s the girl?” Marie asked.

“How do you get small?” I uttered at the same time.

Emma froze for a moment and looked away from me. “I make myself…sick.”

When she said it, I suddenly remembered all those times she would go to the bathroom and then come out a miniature version of herself. However, all those times, it was for different commercials or other work-related events. Then again, there had to be times when she did it at home or at my house.

How did I never notice? “Emma, I’m so sorry. I wish you would’ve told me sooner,” I said.

Emma turned to me with a glare in her eyes. “Really? How would I work that into a conversation? ‘Hey, Y/N, I’m sorry to interrupt but, I make myself throw up to get small’?”.

“We’re friends, friends tell each other this kind of thing,” I insisted.

Emma scoffed. “Please, like you would get it if I told you. You’re perfect, you always have been. Your face, your hair, your body, your eyes, your life!”

“That’s not fair.”

“Emma, I think you need to get help,” Marie interrupted.

Emma’s gaze flickered to hers and I thought she might set Marie on fire. “I need to get help, that’s rich coming from you. You act like no one can see your scars.”

Marie flinched and her eyes narrowed slightly. “I do that for my powers, that’s different.”

Emma laughed callously. “Please, at least be honest. How about this: I’ll go to therapy when you admit to cutting.”

Emma’s voice had no tone and every word she said was like a hammer slamming into my chest. She wasn’t in the right headspace for any conversation and I kept reminding myself as I stood.

“We should talk later when we’ve all calmed down,” I suggested.

“I don’t want to speak to either of you again,” she hissed.

It took more effort than usual to swallow the lump in my throat as I let myself out of their dorm. Just as I was about to lean against the door and wallow, Marie slipped out behind me and shut the door. I took a step back, barely avoiding a pair of girls rushing past.

“Sorry,” she apologized.

“It’s fine.”

Silence filled the space for a moment, and I had no idea how to fill it. Cate said I would know what to say but I was at a loss.

“I’m sorry about what I said…that day,” Marie delivered gently.

My eyes snapped up at her. “Oh.”

She sighed. “I was just angry, and I thought you were a part of it but, Emma kept saying that you would never do something like that. I just didn’t know how to reach out or say anything.”

I know the feeling.

“I accept your apology but I��m also sorry that no one came back for you. I guess it worked out, though?”

Marie sighed and leaned against her door. “Sort of. The perks are nice and I’m in crim now but I feel like everyone’s looking at me and expects something from me; almost like they’re waiting for me to fail.”

“Really? They had me convinced you’d be the black Starlight,” I teased.

Marie laughed half-heartedly. “I still want to be a hero, though, someone like her people can look up to.”

“Anyone in particular?”

Marie hesitated. “My little sister. We were both obsessed with heroes when we were younger, but I was the one who got Compound V. She always looked up to me and I want to be someone who would make her proud.”

“That’s a really admirable goal,” I complimented.

She smiled softly. “What about you? Shouldn’t you be my competition to be the black Starlight?”

My expression faltered and I looked down at my French acrylics. “No, I don’t think I have the showmanship you do. Besides, my goal isn’t to be in the Seven.”

“Really? What do you want to do?” Marie asked.

“So, I have this four year plan and if I follow the steps I am on to a T, I will graduate with a city contract and be engaged to an eligible supe.”

Usually, when I told someone my four year plan, my chest swelled and my shoulders rolled back unconsciously. This time, it felt like I was a toddler showing my mom a drawing I made in school.

“Is that it?” Marie asked.

“I know it’s more traditional and maybe even a little lame but, it’s what I want,” I maintained.

Marie nodded slowly.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, I just imagined you doing something in, like, criminal AI or stopping criminals from re-offending.”

“Both are great, they’re just not me.”

“Which is fine,” Marie insisted.

She sounded a little too eager but I let it go as we started walking down the hallway.

“What should we do about Emma?” Marie asked.

“I’ve never seen her like that before but she’ll need time to cool off.”

“Sounds good, I just have nowhere to go until the gala tonight.”

“You could come to Si Chi for a bit. I can’t promise they won’t try to initiate you, though.”

Marie laughed. “Me, in a sorority?”

“Hey, we’re getting more black girls this year so you never know!”

“Whatever but, yeah, I’d like to hang out with you…at your house.”

Even though Marie rushed the last part, a smile quirked on the corners of my mouth. It would be nice to have a new friend over and it was even nicer that there was no more tension between us.

“You know, Emma never told us the name of that girl,” Marie pondered once we got outside.

“Oh, that’s easy.” I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I reached the right one.

Shelby answered on the first ring. “Y/N, hi!” “Hey, are you on your way to class?” I asked.

“Yeah, if I’m late one more time, Professor Elix is going to make me do an improv one-woman show!” she panted.

“Well, I don’t want to slow you down but, you have class with Emma Meyer, right?”

“Oh yeah, Intro to Stage, why?”

“Cool. She told me her stage partner has an incredible Insta aesthetic, but she never told me her name and I need new inspo.”

“Oh, that’s Justine. I don’t know her last name but I’m sure you’ll find her.”

“Thanks, Shelby. Have fun in class.”

“Thanks!”

I hung up and turned to Marie, whose eyebrows were raised. “What?”

“What was that voice?” Marie asked.

“It was my voice. Haven’t you heard of code-switching?”

“Fine. Did you get the name?”

“Yes, Justine and I’ve met her.”

“What? How?”

“She’s rushing Si Chi.” I couldn’t keep the devilish smile from working its way into my mouth.

“What does that look mean?” Marie asked.

“It means that there are many more perks to being in a top house besides living in it.”

For some reason, everyone thinks that white girls have a monopoly on passive aggression and relational aggression. That was not the case at all; black girls simply are more inclined towards active aggression but we’re capable of both. I proved as much during Brink’s gala.

The ballroom was packed with board members, trustees, alumni, and the wealthiest GOD U students, the latter being my target of interest. They were all easy to approach since I had met them at some function or another.

“Y/N,” Bianca Peterson gushed as she hugged me.

Her Gucci Guilty perfume tickled my nose and I willed myself not to sneeze as I politely pulled away from her. “Bianca, it’s been too long. I think the last time I saw you was at Beta Ro’s Brunch for Boy Scouts.”

Bianca nodded, light auburn curls bouncing around her sculpted features. “Yes, we bonded over jewelry.”

“And you still have fantastic taste,” I mentioned, gesturing to the gold buckle around her wrist.

“Thank you, it was a present from Theo but I gave him a few hints,” she bragged lightly.

“How is rush going?” I asked.

“Pretty well, our pledges are shaping up nicely this year, not that they don’t every year,” she quickly added the last part.

“Of course. Do you have a lot of girls from Counting?”

“We’re interested in a couple, why? Are you trying to poach?”

I shook my head. “Not at all, I just wasn’t sure if you heard what Layla from Zeta Nu discovered.”

Bianca raised a microbladed brow. “No, I don’t think I have.”

I took a deep inhale and slowly shook my head in disbelief. “Oh, well, I should let it come from her then.”

A moment later, Bianca glanced across the room at Layla Ruthers, the president of Zeta Nu, who was smiling politely at a pair of hunched-over old men.

“In case I don’t have a chance to talk to her, what happened?” Bianca asked.

I glanced around us for a moment before leaning closer. “Apparently, a freshman posted a video about another girl’s eating disorder.”

“Really?” Bianca’s eyes widened.

I nodded. “Layla was insulted for the other girl and banned the pledge from rushing Zeta Nu. She even said that no respectable house would accept someone so low-class.”

“Oh,” Bianca uttered.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take up all your time. I should go mingle.”

I made it about two steps before Bianca gently grabbed one of my arms.

“Wait, Y/N. Did Layla say the name of the pledge?”

My eyes wandered around the twinkling lights of the room for a second. “Justine something, I think.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you later.”

“Sure!”

The rest of my conversations followed that pattern. Each girl I spoke to was shocked and horrified by my words. Plus, none of them would dare speak to the other; that would mean another house had better information than them. My final target was easily the most important one: Sydney.

In her ice-blue mermaid dress and intricate updo, she looked more like Cinderella than a gala attendee. She was standing at a table, nodding her head at something a shorter guy was saying.

“Excuse me,” I politely interrupted, “I need to borrow Sydney for a second.”

The guy deflated slightly. “Sure.”

“I’ll see you soon.” Sydney huffed a sigh of relief as soon as we were out of earshot. “Thank you, I don’t know what he was even talking about.”

“Anytime,” I replied.

She snatched a champagne flute from a passing server and downed half of it. “I can’t wait for this night to be over.”

I nodded. “It is morbid despite their attempt to dress it up.”

“Yeah, and my parents won’t stop bugging me about my future. I can only apply to so many internships and not everyone is looking for a telekinetic,” she griped. “Sorry, how are you?”

“I’m alright. Ironically, I think he’d hate the name they picked but I didn’t know him super well,” I admitted.

“Right.”

Here it goes.

“So, I think the event the other day was a success,” I commented.

“Definitely. The house was packed. It’s too bad we can’t accept them all.”

Sydney smiled as she spoke.

“I know. It’s great that there’s so much interest.” I paused for a second. “But, I wanted to tell you that something came up with one of the pledges.”

Sydney gestured for me to continue.

“Even though my social media deep dive on the pledges was thorough, something came up today that I thought you should know when considering the pledges,” I explained.

“Okay.”

“Today, Justine posted a video exposing another girl’s eating disorder. Several of the girls were upset when they saw it.”

“That’s awful,” Sydney responded.

“It’s also so disappointing since I met Justine during that event, and she was saying how women empowerment is important to her. I know that women empowerment is a huge passion for you and a foundation for Si Chi and to imagine a pledge so willing to tear down another woman infiltrating the safe space you building is horrifying.”

Despite the liquor, I could tell Sydney was processing my words quicker than any computer. Her expression shifted from shock to anger to coldness. Then, she finished the last of her champagne and set it on the table closest to us. “Thank you for telling me, Y/N. I’ll see you later.”

As she walked away, I grinned widely at the response. Bid Day was going to be even more fun and interesting than last year. To celebrate, I grabbed myself a flute of champagne and sipped it as I started to wander the room.

“Y/N!”

My body froze at the masculine voice and my mind raced with what to say or do. Finally, I decided to face Jordan. They were in their masculine form and standing at a table by themselves. Though they looked fantastic in their navy suit, they looked like they hadn’t slept in days.

“Hello.”

I practically sang it and prayed for someone to make the floor swallow me.

“Can we talk?” he asked.

“Um, sure.” I walked closer to their table and rested my forearms on it.

 “It’s good to see you,” he started. “Outside of class, I mean.”

“You too.”

Jordan nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s good.” He paused. “I’m sorry about everything.”

I looked up from tapping my nails on the tablecloth. “Wh---”

“Please, let me finish. That day…I don’t know why I didn’t just tell you that I wouldn’t throw you under the bus but I wouldn’t even think about it. How could I do that to my little freshman?”

For the first time ever, my chest warmed at the nickname. However, I tried to bite back the smile that was worming its way onto my face.

I glanced away for a moment, crossing my arms over my purple sleeveless satin gown. “Well, I guess I forgive you,” I playfully grumbled before turning back to him. “But you still did it pretty easily to Marie.”

Jordan’s expression faltered and he sipped some champagne. “Don’t mention her.”

“Why not? She’s my friend and we did a very mean thing,” I argued.

“Look, I protected myself and you that night, I won’t apologize for that. Besides, she’s still here and she’s doing great,” he spat.

“I know you’re pissed about the rankings but, those can change, especially with how hard you work and how powerful you are.”

Jordan scoffed. “That’s how it should work but no one wants to back a bigender Asian.”

His words made me stop for a second. In all the time I knew them, Jordan seemed invincible to punches, laser beams, electric shocks, and words. They made succeeding at Godolkin look so easy but it must have been anything but. Plus, Luke and Brink’s death must have impacted everything else.

“We’ll see about that,” I challenged. “There’s about thirty trustees and every board member in this room. There will have to be a few who will like you.”

Jordan hesitated. “I’m not really in the mood to promote myself.”

“Then let me talk,” I offered.

He eyed me for a while before crossing over to my side of the table and looping one of his arms with mine. “Don’t make me look bad, freshie.”

“I think that’s impossible.”

The first target was easy: a thirtysomething white guy with floppy light brown hair and an oversized gray suit. I focused on him for a moment, gathering as much information as I could.

“Trevor Emerson, GOD U alum and old money beneficiary,” I muttered to Jordan.

“Isn’t he supposed to hate me?” Jordan hissed back.

“He’s overcome by white guilt since his recent discovery that all the black and brown people who built and managed his family’s manor were not salaried employees,” I explained. “He’s dying to look as much of an ally as possible.”

Jordan straightened up. “Good job, freshie.”

“I haven’t even gotten started.” I painted a polite smile on my face. “Mr. Emerson, it’s so nice to meet you, can we bother you for a moment?”

Two guilty and three haughty donors later, Jordan and I found ourselves at a different table. It was the first time that I saw him smile that night.

“You were amazing out there,” Jordan exclaimed.

“Thank you but you also made my job a little easier being talented and whatever,” I joked.

“Seriously.” Jordan grabbed my hand. “You might have saved my ass.”

I tried to ignore the tingle that shot up from my hand into the side of my neck. “It’s okay, I’m happy to help.”

When they announced that the video was about to start Jordan sulked again. “I can’t believe they’re making us sit through this shit.”

“Me neither.” I rest my hand on top of his. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask sooner but, are you okay?”

Jordan laughed humorlessly. “No but schmoozing with you did help a little. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah.”

When we parted our separate ways, I wiped my sweaty palms on my dress skirt and approached my table. Fortunately, Mom and Dad had not burned down the ballroom with their arguing. In fact, when I got to their table, Mom was on her phone and Dad was rhythmically tapping his fingers against the tablecloth, looking anywhere but her.

“Hi, were you bored with me gone?” I asked, giving Dad a side hug.

“Not at all. I met a few board members and sold a few pictures,” he responded.

I nodded and slowly took the middle seat between them. The video was equal parts patronizing and infuriating. However, my parents’ whispers kept me from focusing too much on the video.

“Y/M/N, can you get off the phone for one second? They’re playing the video,” Dad hissed.

“I am about to cut the biggest deal of this quarter. They can send it,” Mom hissed back, waving a manicured hand for emphasis.

“Mom, people are starting to stare,” I quietly interjected.

“Let them stare. This is what’s paying for you to be here.”

“Don’t act like I don’t contribute!” Their words used to make me flinch but I forced myself to sit up straighter and breathe.

“I’m grateful for it, for both of you, really. You both paid to be here and I thought you would not want to miss the man they’re honoring,” I whispered.

Those words made Mom slowly mutter something into the phone before placing it face down on the table and leaning forward. At that same time, they flashed a picture of Brink and me across the screen. He had been meeting with my small group when the photographer appeared.

Dad squeezed an arm around my shoulder and I softly leaned into his touch.

“Thank God you lost that baby fat,” Mom commented.

“Y/M/N,” Dad said quietly.

“You know it’s true, Y/D/N,” Mom hissed back.

Suddenly, Dad’s arm felt like a boa constrictor, and I gracefully slipped out of its grasp. When the video ended, I drank a fresh flute of champagne. The bubbles instantly went to my head as I giggled at Dean Shetty introducing Marie.

She looked really pretty even though she was nervous.

“Do you know her?” Mom asked over the applause.

“We’re friends,” I replied.

“So why is she a guardian and not you?”

“She was more involved in stopping Luke than me,” I lied.

 When Dean Shetty cued everyone to return to socializing, Mom turned to me.

“Your grades are fantastic and your standing in your house is good,” Mom began. “But eligible bachelors will not notice you unless you stand out like her.”

“Y/M/N, leave her alone. Anyone who doesn’t notice Y/N isn’t worthy of being in our family anyway,” Dad defended.

Mom ignored him. “That girl, Marie Moreau, is not your friend, she is your competition. You are in the prime setting to have everything you’ve ever wanted but she could snatch it from you. You’re supposed to be able to see things like this coming, Y/N.”

“I do see things coming and I know Marie wouldn’t do that to me,” I quipped.

At that moment, Mom’s eyes bore so deep into me that I didn’t think that anyone could claw them out. Her eyes looked like they were going to bug out of her head at any moment and I could feel my breathing pick up.

“I’m sorry, it just slipped out,” I promised.

It felt like forever until she leaned back in her seat and grabbed her phone.

“Make sure it doesn’t ‘slip out’ again. Now go socialize.”

“I need a minute, Mom, I’ve been socializing since we got here.”

Mom rolled her eyes. “This again.”

“What?”

“Y/M/N, please.”

“No, no, Y/D/N, she is constantly using, what, anxiety to get out of speaking to people. You are always too soft on her and make me look like the bad guy. I’m the one helping her be normal,” Mom snapped. “Anxiety didn’t exist when we were her age, we just did what we had to do, and look where we are now.”

I wondered if Emma ever felt as small as I did in that moment. Then, I wondered if she ever made herself small to hide from people, even her mom. Wordlessly, I left the table and tried to avoid any cameras as the tears burned in the corners of my eyes.

I tried to take deep breaths to calm my trembling chest and keep my throat busy. My chest shifted from trembling to heavy and I started looking around the room.

“I hear one piano…feel two fingers…smell three different alcohols…and see---”

“Y/N, are you okay?” Cate’s voice broke me out of my rhythm and I glanced to see her sitting with Marie and Jordan, who was in their feminine form.

My chest felt much lighter and I quickly wiped away my tears. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Bullshit,” Jordan called gently.

Cate pulled me into a hug and had me sit between her and Marie. “What happened?”

“My parents, well, my mom mostly. I guess I got too anxious for her, and she yelled at me,” I rambled.

Cate smiled softly. “Then you came at the perfect time. We were just talking about our horrible parents.”

My ears perked up. “Really?”

“Well, mine are dead,” Marie commented.

I turned to her and placed my hands on top of hers. “What? I’m so sorry. How did it…”

“I accidentally killed them with my powers,” Marie explained.

“That must have been horrible.”

Marie barely nodded and I squeezed her hands. “I just told my little brother to go away during a camping trip. He never came back and my mom pretty much locked me away,” Cate confessed. “I was seven.”

 “What?” I whispered.

“I killed my grandpa with my powers,” Jordan interjected.

We all turned to her and I cocked my head to the side.

“No, you didn’t,” Cate countered.

Jordan smiled. “You’re right, I was feeling left out.”

I didn’t think that I could laugh the way I did but it felt so nice. At least I had friends again.

When I started sipping on the whiskey Cate stole, I saw a brief image flash before my eyes. There was a guy with curly brown hair covered in dirt running away from several bloody bodies. He paused for a moment and opened his hand, revealing a tiny sleeping Emma. When the vision left, Andre was standing in front of us.

“Seriously?” I complained before he even spoke.

[bigassmoonchild]

Can I please get the 141 reacting to their and y/n child's first recital or play.

I do ballet and I just think it'd be cute reaction

Or... Getting in a relationship with y/n for quite a while and it's the first time they meet her kid. Whichever works for you hun, have an awesome week💗

thank you so much nonnie! i hope you guys have had an amazing week yourself, please take care of yourselves!! all other asks and requests will be responded to tomorrow! i love you guys!!

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

he didn't consider himself a child person. he didn't know how to interact with them, he didn't know the first thing about children. even so, meeting your child for the first time had him stressed out.

'lovie, i just don't know what to wear. do i get a suit? what do i say?' and you gave him a little laugh over the phone, little james was calling out from the other room about hearing simons voice.

he listened to your struggle against the child about going to brush his teeth and that simon would still be on the phone to say goodnght. 'simon, it's a child we're talking about. you're not meeting my parents,' you laughed.

just your laugh alone made him feel a lot better about it. 'i still don't know exatly how to go about it all,' he told you. 'i've never really been around kids, especially in my work,' he added quickly.

you hushed james, and he could hear the tap running in the background as you made sure the boy brushed his teeth. 'simon, you could come in drenched in mud and the boy will still love you. don't stress too much about it,' you told him.

simon gave his goodnights to james and your conversation changed directions. even when the day grew closer that he would meet him, simon didn't feel like a world class soldier. he felt like a scared child who wasn't sure what to do.

and when he entered your home, for what felt like the millionth time, he heard the patter of little feet running to the door. james stopped in front of him, eyes staring up at him big and bold.

a huge grin broke out across his face and james reached up for simon, who awkwardly picked up the boy and allowed the hug. james took simon to his room, pointing out all of the different things in there.

and for just a few hours, simon felt normal. like a civilian. 'if anything happens to james i will tear the world apart,' he whispered to you in bed and you gave him a little hum.

Captain John Price:

little lily. that's what he called your little eight year old. she had gotten into instruments, specifically the violin. luckily enough for him, he didn't get to listen to her practicing. he was often away in the office or on missions when she was in her lessons.

all of this came to today. her very first recital. it was a group of them, a small band that they joined together all of kids her own age. all of the parents and family members of the little band had come together in the small performance room that the school had.

john was almost late. you'd saved him a seat, and luckily enough for him he didn't have to wait for the other ages to play. he was slightly red in the face from running, and gave you a weak little smile at the frown you gave him.

'you were almost late,' you hushed to him, watching as the age group just above lily's finished up their last song.

he wrapped his hand around yours, pressing a kiss against your temple. 'almost late is not late,' he told you. rolling your eyes you gave him a sarcastic scoff.

'do you tell all your soldiers that, or just the pretty ones?' you asked him and he deadpanned at you. as the kids filed out and yours filed in, you hushed john as lily took her seat. 'oh gosh, please record this!' you whispered to john and he pulled his phone out.

hitting record, he was beaming wide as he watched the conductor prepare to start this part of the recital. as the first cords struck, you watched as his face fell at the unruly sounds.

no one was in tune, and it was quite difficult to listen to. he still recorded it, though, and turned to look at the little smirk on your face. to john, it felt like forever before the final song played and the kids took their bows.

the lights came back on and everyone stood, ready to collect their kid. 'that was god awful,' you swatted his arm, sharply saying his name but hiding the smile behind your hand.

when lily ran out, she was beaming so wide. just like her father. 'that was good, huh?' she asked and john nodded quickly.

'the absolute best, little lily,' and he picked her up and spun her around. from above her head, he gave you a little grimace.

that night, as you lay beside him, he spoke into the dark. 'maybe we should sign her up for football,' he said and you had to hush the barking laugh that had almost escaped.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick:

kyle had never thought of himself to be the type of person to love kids. he was surrounded by pain and suffering, murder and (secretly) some war crimes.

but, he loved you. and you loved him. what he hadn't been expecting was for you to suddenly have a child in your possession (the better word would be custody, but he begs to differ). there was some family drama, and you were chosen as the next best option for the little boy.

noah. some nephew or similar relation to you. he wasn't entirely sure, but he tried his hardest to figure it all out. and so, even if he hadn't entirely been wanting to, he found himself at the school play with you. watching noah perform wasn't something he'd ever expected to do.

the play wasn't something he'd ever heard of, but he was more than willing to watch noah. if it meant spending time with you, and eventually spending time with noah, he'd been more than happy to come along.

so he sat there, struggling to keep a straight face as he watched the performance. noah was surprisingly good, but the rest of his castmates weren't entirely up for it.

one of the children was laying half inside of the wing, whining to someone about not wanting to get up. another child was sitting in the middle of the set, back to the audience.

noah, though, was reading off of his script and at least trying to act everything out. the kid had grit, for sure, but kyle wasn't entirely sure if he even wanted to be there.

sure, there was some emotion, but he was also younger which meant there wasn't much. and even when he waited afterwards, still slightly snickering about what he'd watched, he brightened up as noah ran towards the two of you.

hugging you first, he finally jumped at kyle and began babbling on about how excited he was for the next play. there were auditions, but they weren't exactly a cut and dry type.

and even through it all, kyle nodded along with noah and grinned happily at the little boy. he adored noah, not as much as he adored you but it was getting there.

he'd only known the boy a few weeks at this point. even so, noah had seemingly taken a big liking to kyle, and kyle was more than happy to help with raising the boy.

so maybe he was the type of person to love kids. maybe he'd be the type of person to love just about anything if it gave you such a sense of adoration and love.

just maybe, he would think about having some of his own. maybe not putting them in a play, but he would definitely think about it.

Johnny 'Soap' McTavish:

compared to simon, he was better with kids. he knew what to expect, he knew what to do. it's what happened when you had a larger family. the one thing he didn't expect, though, was the terror that was your daughter.

on the phone, she was a sweetheart. absolutely delightful to speak with and quite honestly one of his favorite people (that wasn't you). he could easily see the remarkable resemblance between your personalities, but he would've never expected this.

opening the door, prepared to surprise the two of you, he heard a small shout. 'fucker!' a high-pitched voice called out. you hushed the child, whispering about how that was a grown up words and that santa would never give a child with such language a good present.

she hushed quickly, but he could still hear the two of you squabbling over something he couldn't make out. walking into the room that it was coming from, he quickly realized it was your own.

standing with your back against the door, hands on your hips he could just barely make out the little girl. olivia, you had named her, but he was quick to realize that the sweet little angel wasn't exactly that.

her face was coated in makeup, eyeshadow covering nearly half of her eyebrows. lipstick spread across her cheeks into a grin. blush in her hair, hands covered in something he couldn't discern.

'johnny!' the little girl shouted and jumped around you to throw herself into his arms. he caught her, hugging her close and pointing towards her. mouthing out the words what the hell? you gave him a laugh.

'that's the little angel,' you told him. 'the little angel got into my makeup stash, and apparently does not want to give up her passion of doing everyones,'

that's how he found himself sitting on the floor, allowing her to spread makeup all across his face. somehow, he'd even been roped into getting his nails painted by you.

maybe the two of you weren't perfect little angels like he'd assumed. closer to fallen angels, with the way that you smirked evilly at him.

'why won't we give him some pretty clothes to put on too?' olivia grinned just as wide as you, eyes lighting up at the thought. shaking his head, he moved to crawl away but found himself damn near pinned to the ground by the child.

he now played dress-up and makeup with her at least once a month.

[ana-the-light-fury]

In Race to the Edge, season six, episode ten, Astrid tells Hiccup a story of how life might have gone if he'd never shot down Toothless. And, if that was how it'd really have gone, I want to talk about it a little lol.

First off, I want to point out how WRONG it was to see Hiccup still wearing that old outfit at that age, just so wrong. Sure, he stilled looked good, that kid looks good in anything and everything they've ever stuck him in, but OH MY GOSH DID I HATE IT

I also didn't like how sad Hiccup looked when Snotlout shot that insult at him :( And in front of Stoick, who didn't even care! Like, the Hiccup we got would've glared back, not looked at the floor.

And the fact that Stoick was interrupting Hiccup and not letting him talk, just like he used to, was kinda interesting in a way. Like he would never have learned to listen to what his son was trying to say, and he would still be ordering him and trying to force the life Hiccup didn't want onto him.

I thought Stoick sending Hiccup away (banishing him, if you will) until he came back with a dragon's head was kind of realistic. I could totally see that happening. In fact, I would be surprised if it didn't happen.

And can I just say I don't think Astrid would get together with Snotlout no matter how few choices she had?? FISHLEGS would be better than Snotlout --and I do not like Fishlegs.

I did think it was a little silly for Hiccup to have lost his leg and for Toothless to lose part of his tail, but I guess Astrid was trying to make a point. But still, yeah, I don't think so lol.

And there's no way Gobber could make the whole you-can-control-the-tail contraption himself. There's just no way lol. It was a sweet connection and everything, but nah. Gobber isn't inventive enough for that.

And last but not least, can we just laugh about the fact that Stoick had more gray hairs in his beard in Astrid's flashback than he has in the real timeline?? That was hilarious.

[theheianwife]

Geto's idea

Teen Gojo X Reader

This is a shorts. I got this idea while listening to Tay Tay swifts Gorgeous!

No conversations, just a fluffy incident ♡

Imagine coming across Gojo's team.

The trio Shoko, Gojo and Geto had just left Yaga's office and was walking on a rocky path to the bridge when they saw you coming there way. It was no secret in their team that Gojo had a crush on you. Shoko smirked at the site of you and began to playfully nudge Gojo on her right while Gojo was pushing her nudges away putting on a cool guy stance with one of his hands in his pockets. Meanwhile you were heading to Yaga's office when you noticed the trio's presence farther away and lowered your head. They were your seniors and you heard a lot about how great their team there was. You were a very shy person the type that folds whenever someone was more confident than you. It was also the first time Geto saw you and noticed how timid you were in person. Some part of him couldn't believe his loud best friend would fall for a type like that. No wonder Gojo is having a hard time making a move on you...you were unapproachable and always had your head down. But he respects it. Geto suddenly got an idea for you to notice Gojo. He placed his long arm across Gojo's shoulder and pulled Shoko close on Gojo's left and started whispering something. You didn't notice this and was busy contemplating whether to greet them or not. Then again it'd be rude not to, they were your seniors after all. Once you were getting close you pushed yourself to lift your head up to greet them but noticed how they were walking in a spread out formation like they were blocking the whole path. All eyes were on you. You felt panicked and confused not knowing where to walk in order to pass them. Shoko and Geto were closing you in to stay in the middle which is where Gojo was. As you did, you made eye contact with Gojo whos glasses were down on his nose, a flirty look in his eyes and teasing smile on his lips. He didn't pause his tracks and continued to walk in front of you so you had no choice but to walk backwards as his tall figure towered over you. Your eyes couldn't help but wonder around his face. You were able to get a full view of his beautiful features especially those blue eyes that everyone loved to talk about. A small blush formed your cheeks feeling butterflies in your stomach. He was gorgeous. Gojo never left his eyes on you until he brushed past you. Shoko and Geto were already ahead of him and you heard them snickering behind you. Once they passed you, you stood there confused thinking what just happened? You shifted your head to look behind you seeing the trio walk in a relaxed pace but this time Gojo was hunched back, less confident and covering his face with his palms. His ears red while Geto and Shoko gave their friend a few pats on the back. Gojo couldn't keep his cool guy stance after seeing you blush in front of him. Thanks to Geto's idea he was able to see up close and finally got your attention for the first time and it had him melting.

I figured they'd be the type of friends who'd mischievously help their friend tease their crush. Gosh I miss having a trio team.

[roadkillremi]

Can u do something where reader is like super needy and rides Randy's thigh? (Dom! Randy is killing me rn)

Oh my gosh... You've been reading my mind..

MasterList

Summary : the ask above. This takes place during College, (before Scream 2)

Warnings : MINORS DNI, smut, thigh riding, P in V.

It was killing you, Randys been busy all week. He had a thesis paper due for film theory that he gave all his attention to. He didn't completely ignore you, he held your hand on walks to class. He gave you a quick smooch before and after class also. You ate lunch and dinner together but then he went back to his homework.

But you needed more. One night in the dining hall you were extra needy and wanted to be with him.

"Can I go to your dorm with you?" You ask nicely. Randy glanced up, his mouth full of food.

"Why? I'm going to be doing my paper.". You sunk into your chair, "Because I miss you..".

"It's almost done I promise." He reached over and grabbed your hand. You sighed, "Please, I won't be a distraction! I'll just watch a movie!". Randy raised his eyebrow, "Remember what happened the last time you said that?". You smiled, it was Randy's first big test in one of his classes. He needed help studying but it turned into an all night love fest.

"That won't happen again" you said pleadingly. He leaned back into his chair, "Fine. But no funny business!" He pointed his finger at you. You nodded, "Yeah I know.".

Once you got back to his dorm you laid on his bed. You looked over at him, "What about a small cuddle?". He glanced at you, he almost gave in for a moment.

"You know I can't.." he gently said. He sat at his desk and began to work on his paper. You sighed and stared at the ceiling.

"Randy what if you take a five minute break?.." you ask fluttering your eyelashes. Randy smirked and glanced over, "I can't.". You whined and sat up and leaned towards him, "Please..". Randy looked at you giving you a kiss.

"No. I'm almost done." He whispered. You sighed and started to look through his VHS tapes. You chose a movie and popped it in him and his roommates shared TV. You sighed while watching the movie, you glanced over at Randy, who paid no attention. You closed your legs together tightly hoping it'd stop your neediness.

You couldn't stop thinking about him. Him on top of you telling you sweet nothings. Him holding your legs as he thrust into you. You whined and sat on the edge of his bed.

"Randy.. can I please sit on your lap?" You asked softly. He stopped his work and scooted his chair back some. He patted his thigh, "Come on.". He smiled at you as you got up and sat on his thigh facing him. You leaned your body against his, your head rested on his shoulder. He went back to his paper, you looked up at his face.

"What's your paper about?..".

"Uh, how horror movies basically punish the sins of teenagers." His eyes didn't move his work. Your face scooted closer to his neck, "How so?".

"Well, teens having sex or drinking. Basically anything fun." He smiled. You smirked and kissed his neck, "It didn't kill us...". Your hips softly started moving against his thigh. His hand went down to your hip stopping it.

"That's cause we never got caught." He kissed you before going back. You whined and sat up, "Randy..".

"Yeah?"

"I.. I need you.. You've been so busy.." your hand snaked around his waist. He smirked, "I said I'm almost down you have to wait.". You whined softly pushing your hips up to feel some friction. Randy sighed, "Okay. Fine wanna be needy? Take your clothes off.". You stopped immediately, "W-what?". You weren't used to Randy being so demanding, you really did it this time.

"You heard me." He said as he continued to work. You got up and took off your clothes and got back on his thigh. He kissed you as you sat down.

"You need to be quiet though." He whispered. You nodded grabbing onto one of his shoulders. Your other arm wrapped around his waist. You slowly moved yourself against his thigh. His denim gave you the relief you've been searching for. You exhaled deeply and moved faster. Randy ignored you completely, you whined softly wanting his attention. He gently smacked your hip, you gasped a bit shocked.

"I said be quiet.. was that okay, though?" He asked, concerned for your safety. You nodded as you kept moving against him. He grinned and went back to his work. You tried to move faster against the denim. Your grip tightened as you seeked your relief. Your eyes traced down his body noticing his growing bulge. You grin to yourself as you lean close to him. Your lips barely touch his neck as you slid your hands to his belt. Randy's breath hitched, he quickly grabbed your hands to stop you.

"What are you doing?" He said with a teasing tone. You bat your eyelashes, "Nothing...". Randy sighs and stops what he's doing.

"I can't ignore you..." He admits. You smile feeling a sense of victory. He proceeds to grab your chin pulling you into a kiss. His hands smoothly traveled down your back over your ass. You leaned into his touch craving more. He smiled to himself kissing you gently. He proceeded to pick you up before laying you on his bed. Your legs lazily laid against his torso. He quickly undid his pants pulling himself out.

"You're so beautiful.." he whispered stroking himself. His pre-come coated the tip of his member. You squirmed a bit wanting him in already. He thrusted in slowly grabbing your legs for support. He softly moaned feeling you throb around him.

"You're always..so wet.." he chuckled between breaths. He continued to thrust into speeding up slowly. One of his hands went down to squeeze your breast. He grinned as he felt your chest while fucking you. He leaned in pushing himself in more. You gripped onto his shirt, "M-more..".

He looked down a bit amused. He smirked, "Say please." He teased. You whined, "please". He continued to thrust himself into you. His hips slam into yours continuously. Randy leaned down closer to your body. He groaned softly, "So good.. such a good girl..". His face close to your neck, you could feel his hot breath.

"I'm.. I'm gonna come.." he moaned. You moaned as a response, he kissed your neck in return.

Knock knock

"Randy! It's Paul, I left my key!"

[kairiscorner]

it may be sudden of me, but i've had an idea i've forgotten to bring to light in the server or to anyone else

miguel 'n reader are engaged, and we catch the man sorrowful and doubtful of *himself* because he thinks he won't do a good job. we let him ramble on and on until we have to shut him up with a kiss ^^

just thought it'd be really sweet, esp if we comfort and reassure him after his rambling

don't do a friends first kinda deal, do reqs that you like that came before mine first if you have a lot! and dw about doing mine at all 💃

(if you do tysm)

YURI MY BOOOOOO omg i'm SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO GET TO YOU 😭😭😭 BUT I LOVE THIS IDEA AKDNDJDLKDKDKD i wanna do this justice. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AAAAAA

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

i just want us to be okay. — miguel o'hara x reader

you didn't need to think twice when he asked you if you'd marry him, you'd've been a fool to have lied to him about how you felt; but you ended up an even bigger, more lovesick fool than ever when you kept repeating to yourself this: i'm getting married to the man of my dreams. you would never forget the way his eyes watered up, how his smile seemed to brighten the whole place up just a little bit in your eyes when you said yes, the saccharine laughter that rang in your ears as he kept asking you in a bewildered, awestruck voice if you really meant to say 'yes' to being his spouse, his spouse.

and up to this day, he can't stop asking you if you mean it; he is that smitten and enamored with you, he can't believe that personified perfection agreed to share their life with him.

however, it's due to that disbelief, that urge he has to think that nothing good in his life will last—that your love is merely temporary, that the universe will one day inevitably rip you away from him like nearly everyone he ever truly cared for in his life—that this affectionate him right now won't be around forever. he's scared that if he makes one wrong move, says one wrong thing, takes one look at the wrong direction—he'll lose you forever. and in a way... he feels like he deserves it, that he deserves to lose you.

he's been holed up in his office, brooding in the dark and thinking to himself in silence as the images and videos on his monitors play by without him looking up to acknowledge what's happening on the screens. he whispers to lyla to play footage of the two of you dancing at your friend's wedding, specifically to the timestamp when you two had your first dance as a couple at the reception hall's dance floor. he heard your voice and laughter, as sonorous and melodic as it was the evening he held you in his arms. it certainly wasn't the first time he held you, but it was the first time he held you with a great feeling in his chest, one that couldn't be labelled nor replicated by any other feeling in the world—it was the first time he held you knowing that his life and yours were going to be one, you two are each other's, like your friend, you two would have your happily ever after one day.

he smiled to himself, much like how he smiled on the video; and he repeated the same words he uttered that night when you chuckled to yourself nervously. "i feel so... weird and nervous having all these eyes on me. is it obvious?" "oh, very." he teased you, mouthing the words out with a wide grin as he watched the footage back with a smile, chuckling as he heard you laugh at his smart ass quips and sarcastic remarks. he missed how sweet your laugh was, how adorable you got when you pretended to be angry at his little comments. "this isn't even our wedding, but, gosh... i can't imagine how it'd be like if it was ours, it's so... so intimidating..." you muttered to him as you held his hand and shoulder tighter, with your feet nearly stumbling and wobbling out of sheer embarrassment.

miguel smiled wider as he watched himself sigh and place his hands underneath your chin, turning your head to make you look at him. "cariño, you're perfect as you are already. even if you're... a nervous mess, i'm falling deeper in love with you when i see you this vulnerable, this honest, really." he said as he leaned in to kiss you, with your eyes gazing up into his mahogany brown ones. the clip was paused in the middle of the kiss scene since a guest had knocked on miguel's office door. "is that during my friend's wedding night?" you asked him with a big smile as miguel's face got all flustered and he closed the monitor, shaking his head. "huh, what friend, what wedding night?" he asked you rapidly as you stifled a laugh. "you're not that slick, miggy." you told him as he rubbed the back of his neck and awkwardly grinned at you. "that's my fatal flaw." he admitted with a chuckle as you held his other hand in your own.

"why were you watching it, miggy? too excited for our own wedding night? can't wait to dance with me?" you asked him with a glimmer in your eyes. miguel cleared his throat and looked away from you and off into the dark distance of his room, his eyes scanning the surroundings, not really looking for anything in particular, but merely wanting to look at anything but you, because... he didn't know how to tell you the words that he wanted to release from his mouth right now. he sighed and decided that, since you were going to be his spouse soon anyway, better yet he be honest and confess to you right now his anxieties.

"well, um, i... you could say i'm excited, yes, but... i'm a little scared." he admitted in a hushed voice as he felt your grip tighten around his hand. "do tell me about it, i won't judge." you told him in a soft tone as miguel smiled a little and shook his head. "oh, where to begin?" he asked himself as he rubbed his forehead and took in a deep breath. miguel went on to describe his worries about being the perfect husband, if he could even fulfil the role of being your lover, your husband; if you'd have even the slightest regrets about marrying him... it's these irrepressible, negative thoughts of his that hinders him from enjoying the time he has with you, because he can barely enjoy time with himself.

"i just... want to be enough for you, you know that..." he said as he held your hand back and squeezed your hand slightly. he sighed again as he thought he just bummed you out and made you see just how weak he really was when it came to the things and people that really mattered to him in his life. "i'm sorry, it's really pathetic, isn't it?" he asked you with a slight chuckle, which was soon broken by you suddenly leaning over and planting a kiss on his lips. it was short; a brief kiss, though one that pulled miguel out of his self-deprecating trance for a minute to listen to you. "i'm going to marry a man who loves me and is self-assured that he loves me; i'm not going to marry this handsome impostor who doesn't even know if he thinks he's enough for me, he is, has, and always will be." you said with a loving smile as you placed both of your hands on either sides of his face.

miguel's eyes soften as he gazes back into your own eyes, filled with love and slight sympathy for him; you have no idea what it's like to be in those big shoes he has to fill, and you won't pretend you have all the answers, that you know everything, but you can guarantee him that as his lover, best friend, and future spouse--you will definitely be there for him, come rain or shine. you pulled him in for another kiss, which felt more passionate and longer than the previous one. as you pulled away, miguel not only appeared more flustered, but he appeared to be more... in awe of you. he nodded and covered his lips, which he kept parting and bringing together over and over in an effort to say something, anything to thank you for your words, your assurance, because he needs that more than you will ever know.

he returned the favor by wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for another, more dramatic, kiss. his eyelids fluttered open after he kissed you and he smiled as he gazed at your beautiful, bashful face. "i'm really marrying you, huh? how did i... how did i get so lucky?" he asked you as you smiled and kissed him again, leaving him unanswered, but thoroughly happy and satisfied with you and all the love and comfort you had for him, with plenty more in store when you two were finally to be wedded.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @arachnoia @meeom @ophanimgold @melovetitties

[daisybianca]

pairing: sebastian vettel x femalereader

summary: you were an innocent, average 21 year old girl who was madly in love with the German boy with those adorable, blue eyes. the only problem remaining and keeping any possible affair between the two of you totally forbidden: you were also his best friend's beloved and dearest daughter.

warnings: swearing, dirty talking, mentions of sexual activities, forbidden romance

YOU BOWED YOUR head, viewing your black high heels in shame. "I-I..." The words refused stubbornly to escape from your lips as Seb's intense blue eyes pierced into yours, reading your soul, but fortunately and luckily enough, not your thoughts.

"Just tell me, (y/n)." The paparazzi were just a few feet away. Any wrong move and you would be in multiple magazines' front cover in a instant.

Gosh, he looked extremely fine in that suit.

The urge to call him Sir and tell him to rip your red dress off wouldn't allow you to sleep peacefully in bed later. You were sure of that.

"What happened, angel?" His face expression read I'm worried about you. "Did anybody hurt you?" He insisted, pushing you to your limits.

You couldn't talk to him face to face this morning. Last night's events had rooted in your mind. You just couldn't do it anymore. You were willing to confess everything that had been torturing you this whole time.

"Seb, I'm so sorry- I truly am. I didn't intend to--" Sebastian's rough hands grabbed you gently, his right one from your wrist, while the other one found the delicate spot of your waist. His thumb caressed the surface there, burning a hole, as he guided you somewhere more privately. In a hidden place behind the parking lot, which was full of empty luxury cars.

When you arrived there, his hands let go of you and you instantly missed the warmth, craving his touch more than anything.

Just like last night.

It was hot out here in the darkness of this area. Even though your dress didn't do much to cover up your entire body, the scorching temperature didn't fail to make you sweat and nervously blush like a 14-year-old school girl.

"Okay." Sebastian started talking. "I'm really worried right now. I don't know what happened, but you'll have to tell me, otherwise we'll be stuck in this parking lot until the sun rises. I swear to God, (y/n)." His lips transformed into a thin line, as his eyes found the sky, praying that your confession wasn't be something too serious. Because if anyone dared to lay a hand on you without your permission, or hurt you in any way---Fuck, he could sense the rage coming out of him just at the thought of it occuring. That person was so fucked. "Please, tell me, angel." His German accent emerged out and his hands cupped your cheeks softly.

You wanted to cry because you knew damn well he had every right to yell at you.

He was so out of limits for you. And at the same time, so irresistibly desired.

"I did something last night." You could feel Sebastian's thumbs dancing across your burning skin.

"Tell me." Grabbing your hand, he kissed it, abandoning his wet spot there.

He had always been good with you, given that you were his dearest friend's beloved and only daughter. But things changed when you grew up and moved back in the country. Having a crush on him at a young age was something everyone thought was cute. Now it had evolved into something extremely bigger, though. You couldn't deny it.

"Please, don't yell at me." You closed your eyes tightly, afraid of the possible outcome of your confession. "Even though I think I'd yell at me if I were in your shoes right now."

Muffled sounds came from the massive building behind you, but fortunately everyone was in it and not out here.

"I would never do that." He spoke the words and pushed a long curl behind your ear.

It'd be better if you just kept the secret for yourself in the first place, you thought. However, the weight of it hurt your innocent soul and you wouldn't be calm unless you confessed it to him.

"I pleasured myself," You bit your lip, your voice barely audible to the blond-haired man before you. "...thinking about you." A tear was so ready to roll. Sebastian's eyes darkened as he walked a tiny step away, obviously surprised. "I swear, Sebastian, I didn't want to- I just-."

"You touched yourself at the thought of me?" His grin began to form, confusing the words in your head and not letting them flee. "(y/n), did you touch yourself last night while thinking about me?" He repeated but didn't gain an answer once again. "Fuck, I-" Seb scratched his beard and turned around. Facing his back and a perfectly-ironed black blazer, you crossed your arms on your chest.

Sebastian laughed and turned again to face you.

That would be a hell of a long night.

When his eyes met yours, a hot tear slipped, not having the energy and willingness to hold it back anymore.

"No, no, don't cry, love." Rushing to you, he hugged you and time seemed to stop for a single moment.

"I freaking hate confessions." You cried in his neck as he held you there.

A few seconds passed and then Sebastian forced you to look at him again by grabbing your chin with his thumb. "Can I make a confession too?" He asked and you looked up at him. "In order to make you feel a little better?"

You tried to laugh at your father's best friends words. "Nothing can make me feel better, right now, Seb."

He titled his head, lowering his neck to approach you even more. "Well,... let me try at least. Okay?" His lips almost touched your forehead and you could sense his hot breath and the familiar and alluring cologne just a few inches away. "What if I told you I've done this multiple times before?" A breath was captured in your lungs.

"What?" You legs felt wobbly, your breath unsteady.

"It's hard to distract myself when I pass by your father's house almost every day of the week, with you being there too." Shivers were sent down your spine and lower body. You couldn't believe what he was telling you. "You don't know how many cold showers I have to take when I arrive home at nights, (y/n)." Seb said and collided with yours, filling the kiss with indescribable lust.

And that was the moments when you realized you wanted him so badly.

He craved you too. Surely more than you did--if that was even possible--even though he knew nothing should happen between the two of you in a romantic way. He knew that since the moment he saw you for the first time a few months ago, when you came back from university.

But his love for you was forbidden and he risked his life for it. He risked his bond and unique friendship with your father just so as to steal a single kiss from you.

"I'm willing to break my rules for you, angel."

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requests are always open for my wags <3

[fatuismooches]

(About the Dottore sugar tax)

I like to imagine that some members of the Fatui are very discreet in handing out the sweets.

Oh, one of their comrades is getting a scolding and it looks like it's escalating? Quick! Sneak a sweet nearby that the Lord Harbinger could spot easily!

And what happens is that mid-rant, the segment would glance just a little to the side behind the researcher and he sees - what the fuck?? Why is there a Charcoal-Baked Ajilenakh Cake on the desk??? How? When???

And he just gets so confused that he kinda momentarily short-circuits

The Fatui can't keep using the sweets tactics too often tho, they might accidentally pavlov their lord into hating sweets if he keeps receiving them when he's angry!

It happened with Omega already, he scowled at the Fatui Skirmisher and demanded if the agent thought of him as a dog that could be placated with a mere treat. Yeah that guy is dead now.

And of course the segments start to get suspicious by the sixth incident of receiving a sweet out of nowhere.

Zandik is baffled, because somehow everyone and their damn mother knows he has a sweet tooth and he is convinced that Pantalone has something to do with it (probably the ninth trying to gain his favour for a new gadget to sell)

Reader: sweating in the background.

Wait no I got pavlov's experiment mixed up: It would be more accurate to say that since Dottore keeps receiving sweets when he's angry - he starts to subconsciously expect sweets when he's frustrated. Which is even funnier because imagine how confused he'd be. He's stressing about failed results, why is he salivating???

OH MY GOSH... THIS IS LIKE THE FUNNIEST AND CUTEST THING EVER AHH!! When you work for someone such as Il Dottore, it is important to stick together with your fellow co-workers. Because you never know what will happen. And also, you don't really want to be carrying your new friend's dead body to the experimentation room. So it's important to look out for each other every now and then. This includes distracting the Harbinger's attention in any way possible from the target of his assault. Even if it means sneaking sweets into the lab. Yes, it is truly terrifying work, but it is necessary, especially when you were so kind to bestow this protection upon them.

THE WHOLE ASS CHARCOAL CAKE IS WHAT MAKES ME DIE... 😭 Was he really so caught up in his ranting that he didn't notice it? Actually, never mind that, how did they know he likes sweets, much less prefers Sumerian sweets compared to any other nation? All the agents have the exact same poker face, betraying absolutely nothing, for their lives are genuinely on the line right now. It was all riding on this Charcoal-Baked Ajilenakh Cake. Yes, this was 100% serious.

Ugh... if i was a regular agent think i'd rather die than present the OMEGA segment of all a piece of candy. The courage it'd take is insane. But oops. The other agents knew from that day they needed to be more careful with their tactics... yes, they have to add this to the handbook now. 😭 I imagine, the method begins to be used sparsely because the segments are not going to let their reputation be dumbed down to the guys who can be won over by mere sweets. Nope, not happening, they should be feared! Not known to the Fatui as being a sweets lover! So subduing the segments with sweets only happens on very violent days. Or if you happen to be in the room, you'll happily take the sweets offered by the agents and share them with the segment to make him calm down.

EBWKBEWEW DOTTORE BLAMING PANTALONE FOR ALL HIS PROBLEMS!! 😭 ah he would, despite how smart he is, it just completely slips his mind that you could have done this as well. Oh well! You just hope he doesn't find out! *nervous sweating intensifies*

Teehee him stressing not only over his failed results but his sudden urge to devour some sweets... it's really annoying for him though, usually, he ignores his growling stomach for a long time but, the taste of sweets is just haunting him and his tastebuds.

Maybe if he asks you, you can make some that lasts a few days... because at this rate, he expects to be thinking about sweets for a while with how poorly his experiments are going.

[descendant-of-truth]

Just remembered that I have the Coded novelization, and while it doesn't add that much in the way of depth I thought it'd be fun to share some bits from it that I found notable

For example, here's some moments of Data Sora actually thinking about his real-world counterpart:

The other world with another Sora, data, bugs - Sora still didn't really get it all, but he felt just the tiniest bit of warmth in his chest when he was with these two. "Well, that right there is a sign you've found true friends!" Donald crossed his arms and said with a nod. "It's kinda fun to make the same friend twice," Goofy added. That did sound like fun. Sora wasn't sure what his counterpart in the real world was like, but he had to thank him for friends like these. I'm me, so that other Sora is and isn't me, I guess. What's he like, I wonder?

"Gosh, you sure went through a lot of trouble." "I'm sorry." Namine bowed her head. "I wish I could have told you all this in person. But the real me is gone now." The "real me"...? So where's the real Namine? Um, and if this is a world inside some data, then... huh? Then where - who is the real me? I'm this guy Sora, and Sora is me, but then this is a world made from memories, so...? Sora let out a long sigh, then smiled. "Um... guys? This is all way over my head... Am I dumb?"

Then there's this scene that might have been in the DS version? I haven't played it yet, but either way it's different from the movie in the collections:

"It's so... empty," Sora whispered uneasily, looking at his feet. Suddenly, a shock ran through him, as if something very heavy had been dropped onto his shoulders. "Aaah!" Sora cried as a ball of light shot out of him. The burden on his shoulders remained. His knees felt like they were about to give out under him. "Wh-what's going on? I feel k-kinda funny." It was like the energy had been sucked right out of him. What just happened? "Sora! You okay?" Riku came running up. "Riku! What about you? Are you all right?" Sora was still worried for his friend, though his legs were so wobbly he could barely stand. Riku gave him a small nod in reply. "You shouldn't be here. I can fight the bugs off a little longer... but they're spreading. Pretty soon they'll take over all my data." The bugs were starting to win. What would happen once their control was complete? "You feel weak, right? It's because the bugs have stolen your data. You won't last long in here. Take this and escape while you can."

I think it makes sense that there would be some kind of complication with Sora while trying to save Riku; it gives his warnings some more weight.

Speaking of Riku, they added a cute little high five between him and Sora when he clears out all the bugs in Riku's datascape:

"Thanks!" Sora held up his hand, and Riku gave him a high five. "The bug tried to use my power for itself, didn't it?" "Yeah... How'd you know?" Sora asked in return.

In general, characters are more prone to physical contact with each other in the novels compared to the original versions; Donald and Goofy give a few different hugs in this book alone. But because I'm a simple person who likes Soriku, this scene in particular made me happy:

"Wait, Sora! Where are you going? Sora!" Riku grabbed Sora by the arm as he started to run off. "The datascape won't hold together much longer! Sora, stop!" Sora had no intention of doing that. "Sora, are you crazy?" Riku urged, still with a firm grip on his friend's arm. "We can't just leave them! You heard Mickey. I'm going to find them!" "Find them where?! Do you have any idea where they are?" "Somewhere!" Sora snapped. Riku took hold of Sora by both shoulders and gazed into his eyes in an effort to get through to him. Sora stared right back. "Aren't you afraid?" Riku asked softly. "We're not just talking about losing some memories here. We could get erased. This whole world could get erased!" "Sure I'm afraid. Weren't you?" "Hmm?" Sora slowly removed Riku's hands. "You've been in my shoes. You've gone up against the impossible alone. Because you knew that was less scary than just sitting around and waiting for the end."

Like what was the REASON for this. Did the author realize that she omitted the specific detail of Sora holding Riku's shoulders like in the movie version and decide to make up for it here. That would be hilarious

We also get Sora threatening Pete, which was way funnier to me than it should've been:

"This is where it ends, Pete!" Mickey brandished his Keyblade. "It ain't fair! Sproutin' a new Keyblade is cheating. Better make a strategic retreat, before--" "Not so fast! First, hand over Riku... or else." Sora readied his Keyblade, too. "Uhmmm... Now let's talk about this..."

And finally, the scene that shook my perspective the most:

"Don't ever talk about Sora like that. He's our friend in this world and every other one, too!" Donald shouted, wriggling in the tiny space between his body and the wall to strike the blocks with his staff. the wall didn't budge, though. "Donald..." I'm so happy to hear you say that, but... I really am useless now. "Hmph, maybe on the outside, but he's just an empty shell. The kid don't got a heart," Pete continued. A heart? What's a heart?

Guys. No one's explained to Data Sora what a heart is. This automatically makes him one of the funniest characters in the series, because it means he's been dodging all of the emotional turmoil that's been the driving force of the series through a simple lack of information.

He has his own struggles of course, but out of every character that's been a protagonist in one of these games, he understands Heart Lore the least, and I find that incredible

[cherryo]

Hello! Hope you are having wonderful day :3

Would you write some headcanons for rottmnt boys x reader who shows cute agression that often tires to bite them softly and squish with hugs?

It can be a little smut if you feel so :3

OH MY GOSH!!! I LOVED THIS SOOOOOOO SOOOO MUCH!!! IM AN AGRESSIVE LOVER SO THIS HIT SO CLOSE TO HOME FOR ME!!! i had so much fun writing this!! i didn't go with smut this time so just fluff, but if you want a smuttier version I can definitely do that!

Pronouns: none ? i think lol warnings: none it's pure fluff, cursing though? slight talk about Donnies panic at touch and his insecurity, but that should be it?

Leo

Out of all the boys I think he's the most okay with it? In terms of not caring or acknowledging when it happens

Not in a bad way though!! He absolutely melts on the inside, he fully takes it as a compliment

It would take him longer to get used to the biting tbh

The squishing in hugs he would love so much!! This man is in desperate need of long hugs

The biting though,,,, he found it odd at first and then grew used to it

He didn't think you were weird, just that the biting was weird

But! He doesn't even blink when you bit his arms or fingers or whatever

All in all he enjoys the cuteness aggression, he might even have some himself

I think he'd show it in squeezing your arm (I do that hehehe) and hands!! 

Or shaking your shoulders! 

 Raph

Opposite of Leo, would take longer to get used to the hugs!! 

While yes he gets hugs from his brothers a lot, he's just scared 

He doesn't want to hurt you, but after awhile he let's you squish him during hugs

(Y'all had to work up to that though, originally with squeezing his arms) 

After he realized he really wasn't going to hurt you, he started to love and I mean love the hugs

He thinks it's adorable that you feel he's so cute that you need to physically let it out 

He's never really thought he's cute but god you changed his whole world

The biting though, he understood immediately, considering he's a snapping turtle 

I think as a child he used to need teething toys or something because he would just chomp and when you do it he's comforted by it

Knowing he's not alone in needing to bite

He literally doesn't bat an eyelash when you bite him but when you hug or squeeze his arm, he's kicking and swinging his feet, giggling and melting in your arms

He loves you and he loves that you get cuteness aggression <33

 Mikey

I feel like personally he wouldn't understand? Like he gets like cuteness zoomies and giggles, and other types but aggression? 

It'd take him a hot second to get used to the random squeezing and bites

The first time you bit him he screamed, like bloody murder, he fr thought you were going to eat him

He calmed down when you told him about cuteness aggression and that you're not trying to eat him, but that you sometimes need to let out the built up emotions 

He understands but doesn't like understand? 

Homeboy is confused, but he let's you do it nonetheless, he finds it sweet that you two let out the pent up cuteness out in other ways (not like *that*)

Eventually, he'll be like his brothers and won't bat an eye but you still scare him when you don't give warnings

 Donnie

Donnie takes the longest, he already doesn't find physical touch very nice, so it takes a while for him to get used to and warm up to regular romantic touch

It takes him even longer for your random love attacks

Obviously, you knew how he felt so you didn't go for it at first, you waited till he was comfortable then explained it to him

Apprehensive at first, really didn't know what to do when you squished him or chewed on his arm

The first time you bit him, he hit you square on the nose like a shark

Okay so, he panicked, he wasn't ready and you backed off and found something else to chew on

He felt bad that he wasn't getting used to it fast, you reassured him you'd wait for him. You always would. 

He eventually got okay with it, but just like regular touch he'd need breaks from it and had made you a chew that looked like him so you could always technically let your aggression out on him

He loves you and somewhat loves the cuteness aggression, he has moments where it's just not the thing for him, but he communicates that with you and you both are happy with the little arrangement you've got going on <33

He loves you and gets insecure sometimes when he doesn't want touch, but you always reassured him <3

[funny-friends]

gosh i have been big thinking about makima x kobeni since i finished p1 thank you for all this delicious food

You ever pondered how they would work in canon? like how would it best be incorporated into the series/what their dynamic would be post p1 if somehow makima lived despite her warcrimes? Regardless amazing art keep it up !

thank you!! i have a lot of thoughts about how it could work in canon and most of it is explored in my 40,000 word fan fiction that ive never posted anywhere

BUT i will share the short of it (putting it under a cut because long/spoilers)

like from what i gathered makima, at least to some extent, seems to equate 'equals' with 'person i cannot defeat in combat' and like her canonical downfall was ultimately due to underestimating denji because she just thought he was so beneath her that she didn't need to bother memorizing his smell and stuff right.

so with that in mind, i assume she also would see kobeni as kind of a weird bug that she doesn't really need to worry about. but imagine one day she just gets in her way Somehow and makima's like '🙄 guess i have to kill her but at least it'll be easy' so like she's gettin ready to blow kobeni's ass into smithereens but thanks to kobeni's shocking reflexes and plot armour she just can't kill her. like its like wile-e-coyote and the road runner like she tries droppin anvils on her and everything.

so ultimately because she underestimated kobeni she ends up getting her own ass kicked and she's just like 'damn i cun't believe i lost to this human' but shes also like '😳' so then its like... i dunno maybe her powers dont work on kobeni anymore and maybe once things smooth out a little she can finally have a human friend who kind of keeps her from going crazy and ALL this happens before everything goes Wrong so power and aki and all of everyone's favs (and himeno) can forever live in harmony because makima is too busy having the best gay sex of her life every day to be evil anymore.

...sorry that was a bit long i have a lot of thoughts abouyt them but thanks for reading if you made it this far.

as for how it'd work in a scenario where it was like... post pt.1 but makima survives instead, i think that's a bit harder to picture just because makima would be so far gone at that point i can't imagine kobeni would really want anything to do with her. it definitely could be interesting and i think it has a lot of angst potential but it's not something ive really put a lot of thought into yet 🤔 there could maybe be something to work with if you imagined kobeni feeling 'thankful' towards makima for giving her an excuse to cut ties with her family, but i dunno how i'd tackle that personally. too heavy

[autumnbrambleagain]

Hi, first time reader, first time caller. I ended up reading proselytize in between my various beginner runs in qud to keep me motivated. It's really good! You're a very talented writer with a great sense of pacing, character and style! I was just wondering though, do you have default builds for all the daughters of nafpor, or are they more like archetypes?

oh gosh thank you! i am always stunned at how well received proselytize has been, i'm glad people are enjoying it so much

i experiment a lot with them when i play them, so i have a lot saved, although TBH a lot of them are older characters from over a year ago

here's suir softbeast's canonical build, although this is just like. her base, larval form without any of her chimera stuff. there's a mod that lets you pick what your chimeric limbs are when evolving so you can have the exact same suir softbeast experience, the randomization of it means any future suir i play without that mod is going to be a radically different suir

you'll notice her intelligence is like, pretty high! it's said in the game she ends up being one of the best tinkers in qud and just convinces herself she's only good for being a blodshedding hedonist. my suir build strats were pick every physical mutation i could get, get extra limbs, the usual chimera stuff. i used swords as my main for the DV bonus and lunge action economy stacking, and axes in all the other offhands for dismemberment procs

it uses the marshtaur sprite, although i'd wish in a tattoo gun and recolor her in all white and gray. if i ever played her again i'd probably modify the sprite to make her look more like herself

here's tiyu-yutep's last build. psychometry isn't actually Very Worthwhile, but it was thematic and i'm the kind of idiot that will make a build for theme rather than efficiency. this is, in fact, a pretty BAD build, which I think is on its own level thematically important. the daughters of nafpor aren't all supertwinked hyperspecced characters, some of them just Played Good

normally i'd replace her sprite with a cat cherub sprite, but at this point next time i ever end up playing her i'd just make my own sprite for her

in actual gameplay i'd use precog and nectar to reroll mutations so i have a bespoke list of mental mutations stacked up as high as i can, and complement them with a ton of tinkered nonsense. tiyu-yutep's build is about maximizing options in every situation. something bad is happening? that's fine, i have 12 kinds of grenade, 10 mental mutations, and eight guns to solve it.

that's one of my igwashim builds, unlike tiyu and suir being kinda jack-of-all-trades (my preferred style ngl) ig is very much a "scry, teleport in, blast everything to sleep, axe axe axe axe axe axe axe" build

mutation points aren't spent on new mutations at all, and exist just to fill out the efficiency of her existing mutations. i use a mod to make teleport more accurate at very high levels, because teleportation is my nonsexual fetish and i crave being able to pinpoint teleport after i hit level 10

still she isn't just a bump-attack character. maximize information gathering and ambush tactics, never play fair. appearance change wish to turn her tile into a crypt ferret's, naturally, although now that i've started fumping about with modding, i'd just like. actually make a clade so instead of it saying "Mutated Human" it'd say "Mutated Ferret" or something. make it so dromads don't call me human they call me "ferret" or something

her having Socially Repugnant would be appropriate narratively but i never bothered with it since she didn't need it, 10 ego is enough to represent her being a talking animal

i don't have any specific build saved for Savithvyr, she was one of my first Qud characters and was just a Fuming God-Child specced around agility, willpower, and intelligence, mostly using gas grenades of various kinds alongside the billowing conch. also not an optimal build! but it was fun. flood the zone with gas and just sorta stand back and pick at the survivors with a gun or stab them with triple-element gaslight kris

there's a mod that lets you play goatfolk which i used for naara, but in version updates i don't have it installed right now and i'll be honest i don't remember what i did with her much other than mental mutations

ooo-ho-OOO-EEE-ah and Buwofu-gawufoo were actually companions that Savithvyr and Suir picked up in-game, they were never characters i played directly but as companions they lasted so long they felt like they were part of those characters' identities and so they had to make the transition into the game proper.

the brambled fae's original build is NO LONGER POSSIBLE because they increased the cost of horns, which i think is HILARIOUS because why shouldn't it be an actual illegal build?

not that it hasn't had a dozen different builds ANYway. it's my go-to most-used build and based off of one of my fursonas at its core, so it's the culmination of my bullshit jack-of-all-trades obsession.

MILD SPOILERS but ive posted it before on this blog anyway, it DOES have its own sprite since i still play variations on it regularly enough i made a sprite for it

although that doesn't really represent what it looks like in the story

that's getting a BIT closer to what it looks like when we finally get to the brambled pass