#i honestly *wish* conversations like this were things i was exposed to when i was younger...

[uncanny-tranny]

Amatonormativity has destroyed so many people's understanding and acceptance of themselves, and it's heartbreaking.

Yes, it is normal to be in your 20s, 30s, or older and not have lost your virginity, had a first kiss, or a partner. It is normal to say that you aren't ready for those things, too! It is normal if your life doesn't follow the "college graduate -> engagement -> buying a home -> 2.5 kids and a dog" trajectory that so many people have idealized.

So many people associate maturity with losing your virginity, or having a first kiss, or a serious relationship, and I think that's a dangerous association. Maturity isn't gained through those things, and you don't have to have those experiences to be considered "mature" or "grown." It is not a bad thing to go at your pace. Nobody else can live your life but you. If you end up having those experiences, that's great! But it should be done because you want to experience them, not because you feel "broken" and "immature" without them.

[sturnsbabie]

SHARING IS CARING.-M.STURNIOLO AND C.STURNIOLO

this was requested but i cant find the request.

pairing: bf!matt x gf!reader x chris

summary: in which matt knows a lot more then his girlfriend does. he knows how she wants his brother to ruin her so he shares her with chris for a night.who is he to not help satisfy his girls wants.

warnings:swearing,dom!chris,soft dom!matt,degrading,praising,f!recieving,male masturbation, m!recieving,p in v, creampie.

matt notices things more then his girlfriend realizes he does. he notices all the stares at his brother.the wearing more revealing clothes to catch his attention.always making conversation with him about whatever.

he knows she wants his brother to fuck her. he knows she wants them both to use her at the sametime. he pays attention to her body language and he notices the way her thighs will sometimes subconsciously squeeze together when the three of them are hanging out.

at first it was small peaks at him then it turned into her wearing more tops that exposed her boobs and her always talking to chris the most when they would hang out with chris and nick.

he knew that chris knew too. chris had always found the girl hot. he was jealous when he had found out that his brother got to her first. that was supposed to be him.

chris would often imagine what it would be like to have her to himself in the ways he wanted her. he imagined what it would often be like to be deep inside her as he had her pinned down on the bed.

there had been a time that matt and his girlfriend were fucking and the door was slightly opened because matt did it on purpose.

he wanted chris to hear the way he has her,and chris doesnt have her. it was more of a jealousy thing, matt was jealous that he knew his girl wanted his brother as well.

chris had walked into the kitchen as he heard moans coming from his brothers room. he heard her. the way his brother had the girl in the way he wanted to have her. he was fuming.that should be him making her sound so fucked out all can do is moan in response.

chris forgot even what he came into the kitchen for and instantly just went back to his room with his jaw clenched as he blasted music trying to drown the noises of her moans out. it didnt help though because the sound of her was stuck in his head. she sounded so pretty he wish it were him.

back to present day, chris and matt were currently sitting on the couch as nick and y/n were out shopping. they had a movie playing in the background but they both were too busy playing on their phones til matt spoke.

“you know y/n wants to fuck you right?”matt randomly said.

chris was shocked at the words he just heard come out of his brothers mouth. he had to do a double take.

“what the fuck did you just say?” chris asked making sure he heard what he thought he did.

“i said you know y/n wants to fuck you right?” he said carelessly.

“you’re joking you’re trying to see if i would make a move on her.which i wouldnt. shes all yours bro.”chris laughed

“im not joking, i catch the way she looks at you because she looks at me with those same eyes when she wants it.” matt said.

“you’re not making any sense bro” chris said as he was shocked. he didnt know if he should believe his brother or not. he felt his heart racing as he was trying to figure out if he was actually being serious.

“how? have you not seen the way she looks at you or how she constantly talks to you when she can?” matt says surprisingly calm

“she wants you bro fucking trust me.” matt said looking at his brother.

“and you’re okay with that?” chris asked

“i mean dont get me wrong im jealous as fuck but honestly i think i would be okay with sharing her with you for a night.” matt said as he was replying to his girlfriends text.

“are you sure you’re okay with that?” chris was surprised that his brother just suggested sharing his girlfriend.

“i mean gotta satisfy my girl and give her what she wants.” matt said as he sat his phone down.

i nodded and went back to playing around on my phone as matt spoke up once again.

“shes on her way, she dropped nick at madis so we have the house to ourselves.” matt said

“are we really gonna do this?” chris questioned.

“yeah as long as youre down because i know she will be.” matt said

“yeah im down” chris said as he couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

matts girlfriend finally pulled into the driveway. she grabbed her bag and headed inside.

as the girl got inside she walked to where her boyfriend was which was the couch. she saw him and chris just both look at her.

“hey guys.” she said as she sat next to her boyfriend giving him a quick peck on his lips.

“we need to talk.” matt said as chris looked at her.

“here in front of chris?” i furrowed my eyebrows.

“yeah im sure he wouldnt mind since i see the looks you always give him” matt said as he looked at his brother.

“okay.” i said nervously.

“what would you do if i let chris fuck you in front of me while i watch a bit before joining in?” matt said rubbing my thighs.

“i mean okay.” i said softly not knowing the right words to say.

“you hear that chris she said she wants you.” matt said.

chris smirked as everything matt had said earlier was true. he was about to get his way with the girl.

chris then came over and sat beside me so i now sat in between the two.

“cmon pretty girl lets go get this started yeah?” chris said as he was just inches away from my lips.

i nodded as matt kept rubbing my thighs getting close to my clothed wet aching cunt. i subconsciously squeezed my thighs together as i thought about chris being between them while matt watched.

“use your words,whore.” chris said as i felt vibrations go down to my cunt.

“ready for you.” i said softly.

with that chris smashed his lips onto mine pulling me into a kiss filled with lust and hunger.

“cmon chris carry her to my room.” matt said as he got up.

chris picked me up not breaking the kiss as he carried me into matts room.

he threw me down onto the bed hovering over me and attaching his lips back to mine as i feel his growing boner rub against my clothed core.

matt was sitting in his gaming chair watching everything happen. he was waiting til he could join in.

he couldnt lie he felt jealous watching chris on top of his girlfriend, but he knew that his girlfriend also wanted his brother too. sharing is caring right?

chris started to grind his obviously painful boner against the girls clothed core causing whimpers to leave her mouth as he started to kiss down her neck to her chest.

chris took off her shirt leaving her just in shorts as he took a boob into his mouth sucking on the nipple as he swirled his tounge around her nipple.

as he was doing this he slid her shorts down along with her panties leaving her naked underneath him. he teased her as he placed his hand close to her aching core.

she moaned out. “need to feel you please.” causing chris to smirk against her boob. he then pulled off of her as he looked at her.

“words princess. need to feel what where?” chris said as he slid off his shirt leaving him in his sweats.

“need to feel your mouth on my pussy please chris” the girl begged as matt sat back watching as he felt himself growing a painful errection.

with that chris started to kiss down the girls body making his way to the area she needed him the most.

chris pressed soft kisses on her inner thighs before attacking her clit with his tounge.

the girl let out a loud moan as chris started to eat her out. she ran her hands threw his hair as she bit her lip in pleasure.

matt was watching as he pulled down his sweats making his cock spring out hitting against his stomach. he started to touch himself as he closed his eyes listening to the moans that were coming out of his girlfriends mouth.

“such a fucking whore.” matt groaned out as he was stroking his cock.

the girl let out a loud string of moans as she grinded herself on chris’ tounge as she felt her orgasm growing close.

“cum all over my tounge slut” chris said as she grinded herself down even harder on his tounge gripping his hair as she came all over his tounge.

chris moaned against her as he licked her clean swallowing every drop.

he then hovered back over her kissing her sloppily making her taste herself as she reached her hand down sliding his sweats down as she took his cock into her hand starting to stroke him.

him and matt were about the same size maybe him just a inch bigger than matts but matt was more girthy than him.

chris groaned into her mouth as she kept stroking him as he thrusted into her hand while slipping his tounge into her mouth.

matt kept watching as he was waiting for the perfect time to join in wanting her to be satisfied with fucking chris first.

chris then pulled away from the kiss taking his sweats all the way off as he laid down beside her.

“get on top whore want you to ride me as you face matt.” chris said.

the girl hovered over him to where she was facing matt as she slid down slowly on him.

she started to bounce on him as matt locked eyes with her while he was jerking himself off.

“yeah you like being on my cock while your boyfriend watches dont you?” chris groaned as she kept bouncing her ass on him.

chris slapped her ass as he thrusted up into her a few times before letting her do all the work again.

she gripped onto chris’ thighs as she kept moving herself on him as his cock kept hitting her cervix.

after awhile chris pulled her off of him putting her on all fours as he slammed back into her.

a loud moan came out of her mouth as matt decided he would join in as he got up standing at the edge of the bed where chris had her.

“open wide baby.”matt said as he slapped her face with his dick a few times.

she opened her mouth as he slid his cock into her mouth starting to fuck himself into her mouth as chris was pounding into her from behind.

“such a fucking whore letting your boyfriends brother fuck you.” chris said slapping her ass harshly causing her to moan which sent vibrations through matts cock causing him to throw his head back in pleasure.

matt let out a moan as i felt him twitching inside my mouth as that meant he was getting close.

i felt myself clench around chris as matt released his seed into my mouth as i swallowed everybit.

“such a good girl.” matt groaned as he leaned down kissing me as i felt my orgasm grow closer again for the second time.

i let out a moan as matt pulled away from the kiss.

“go ahead and cum for me princess you been doing so good.” chris groaned as i felt him all the way in my stomach.

he leaned down rubbing my clit as i felt myself clench even harder around him.

“aww i can feel you bulging” he chuckled as i came around him coating his cock with my cum.

he thrusted a few more times before pulling out and cumming on my ass.

him and matt now switched places. matt was behind me as chris was standing at the edge of the bed.

they both entered me at the same time. matt slammed into me as chris started to fuck my throat.

i moaned from pleasure and over stimulation as i was being used by both of them at the sametime.

it felt so good, this is what i wanted.

“youre doing so good taking us both at the same time princess.”matt said which caused me to clench around him as i was deepthroating chris.

“gonna fuck my baby into you, you deserve it”matt moaned out as he gripped my hips pounding into me even deeper.

i cried out as i had tears running down my cheeks from all the pleasure i was feeling.

it hurt so good.

chris was a moaning mess as thrusted into my mouth shooting his seed into my throat.

he pulled out and laid in front of me watching matt fuck me as he played with my hair as i laid on his thighs.

“so pretty.” he mumbled.

i felt my orgasm growing closer and closer for the nth time that night.

“gonna cum” i moaned loudly.

“cum for me babygirl cum all over my cock.” matt said as he pounded into me.

with that i felt myself clench around him as i came around his cock coating him with my cum.

“gonna fuck my baby deep inside of you now” matt moaned as i felt him twitching inside me as he shot his load deep inside to me filling me completely.

matt pulled out as he watched our cum that was mixed together ooze out of me. he carefully took his finger pushing it back in.

matt went into his bathroom grabbing a towel and came back wiping my ass off.

suddenly matts phone rang and he grabbed it off his desk answering it.

“hello?” he said as nick was on the phone with him.

“yeah. be there in ten.” he said.

“you take care of her, i gotta go get nick.” matt said.

he put on his clothes and came over kissing me softly.

“be back in a minute princess” he said as he headed out the door.

chris pulled me into his arms and held me close as he rubbed my back softly.

“want me to get you a hoodie?” he asked and i nodded sleepily.

he got up and walked over to matts closest grabbing me a hoodie and he went thru the drawers and got me a pair of shorts.

he helped me get dressed then he put on his sweats.

“need anything else?” he asked softly

“get me a drink please” i said as i cuddled into matts blanket.

he nodded and went to the kitchen grabbing a drink and came back.

he opened my drink handing it to me. i took a few sips of it and sat it down.

he sat next to me as he grabbed matts tv remotes putting on a random show as i laid close to him falling asleep as i wait for matt to get back.

i was wore out from taking them both at once, it was good but it also made me extremely tired.

once matt got back chris and him spoke while the girl was asleep both agreeing to do this again sometime.

matt cuddled up to his girlfriend as he fell asleep.

sometimes sharing is caring.

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[ghost-proofbaby]

if it were anyone else (e.m.)

warnings: strong allusions to depression, disordered eating/rough relationship with food, mentions of smoking, description of a sort of panic attack. very sad. hurt/comfort? not edited.

wc: 1.6k+

a/n: this is literally entirely self indulgent and written entirely after i sat and cried and thought "i wish i had eddie here right now to hold me". maybe in like thirty minutes tops. this is for me and only me. go figure lol. sorry. yeah. anyways.

if you relate, my askbox is always open, and i'm very sorry you've felt this way as well. i hope you all take care of yourselves. drink some water, call a friend. be kind to yourself.

“I’m worried about you.” 

Four words that always manage to strike a certain type of fear in your gut. You don’t know how to react as he says it, how he wants you to react. You can only stare blankly, you can only wish harder for the earth to swallow you whole.

“What do you mean?” you laugh nervously, following it with a hard swallow.

You’re playing dumb. You know it, he knows it. The tremor in your bones and your numb appendages know it, too. 

“You’re…” Eddie stalls, licking his lips, letting his eyes rake over you, “You’re getting bad again.” 

You’re quick to shake your head, forcing another hollow chuckle from your chest, “It’s not that bad. I’m fin-”

“You’re not fine.”

The look in his eyes could crack your spine if you stare too long. Wet eyes, a trembling bottom lip, worry lines etched into his forehead that you realize might be caused by you.

You’re causing him worry. The last thing you want to do, you’ve accomplished. You’re on a fast-track to becoming a burden – the first step is always acceptance. 

You’re still unsure of how he wants – no, needs you to react right now. This conversation is a landmine for both of you, and you hold every breath with every step as you try to navigate it. If you make one wrong step, it could cause an explosion that spares no survivors.

You don’t mind if it tears you apart limb by limb. You do mind if it hurts him. 

“How… How do you know that?” 

It’s not a sarcastic snipping or defensive deterrence. It’s an unfiltered response of genuineness – you want to know the signs, you want to know what has exposed the rot this time.

And then, maybe next time, you’ll be able to better shield it from him with this knowledge. 

“How could I not?” he takes a deep breath in through his nose, and you focus on the flare of his nostrils rather than any of the tears beginning to gather at his waterlines, “It’s been happening for a while now, though, hasn’t it?” 

Your throat is a cage, tight and restrictive and ringing with a bitter metallic taste in its tenseness. You can’t respond with words. You can only nod. 

He chooses to answer your question more properly now that you’ve admitted it, “You’re cold all the time again. You’re always sleeping too much or too little. You’re smoking again, running yourself into the ground. Picking up distractions like they’re going out of style.”

“Hey, they might be. We never know-” you cut yourself off when your eyes meet his. Now’s not the time for jokes, “Sorry. I… I know. I’m sorry.” 

He’s right. Fuck, he’s right. 

“I want to ask you something, and I need you to answer me honestly,” his own steps across these landmines are just as delicate, just as feathery light, as your own. You hear it in his tone, see it in his body language. You wish your body could sink into the mattress you’re sitting on the edge of as he crouches in front of you, warm palms connecting with your knees. Grounding you. Tethering you. Holding you back from that sinking you crave. “Are you… Sweetheart, are you okay?”

If anybody else had built up to such a stupid question, you would have laughed in their face. You would have shoved those warm palms right off of your skin and you would have thrown up those ice cold hands of your own, shouted obviously not. 

Obviously not. I’m not okay. I’m so far from okay, it’s a bit comical. I am drowning. I am treading in freezing cold waters and I am barely capable of keeping my head above the waves. My engine is fucked, my tank is empty. I don’t think I’d even know how to be ‘okay’ again if you did manage to pull this mangled body of mine from these depths and sat me down on safe, solid ground again. 

You can’t say any of this, though. Not because you don’t trust him, not because he would judge you. But because the moment he asks the question that should make you scoff, you let out a sob instead. Something like a muffled, broken wail that tears from deep within you. It had already been ready and poised, laying in wait for a perfect moment like this one to escape. 

His eyes aren’t the only glossy ones anymore. 

“I-” you start, breathing already stuttering and chest already constricting, “I- I-”

“Hey,” he palms smooth up your thighs, carrying their warmth with them, as if he were trying to spread it across you. As if he had heard your thoughts. As if he already knew all about those dark, treacherous, freezing waters you were stranded in. All you can do is spew out another cry, strangled as you tried to swallow it down before it entered the atmosphere between you two, “Hey.” 

You only notice the tears when you crumple forward and he meets you halfway. Those warm palms, those hands so capable of safety and promise, cup your cheeks and his thumbs make quick work of swiping away the salty streams. 

“Hey, baby, breathe for me,” his voice is tragically gentle, “Just one deep breath, okay?” 

To demonstrate, you watch his chest expand dramatically, his hands forcing you to keep your eyes on him. 

You can’t see through the bleariness. 

“C’mon, sweetness,” he encourages again, “One breath. Just one.” 

If it were anyone else, you’d turn into a fit of rage at the coddling. You’d break everything in sight. You’d scream until your already burning lungs finally collapsed as they’d been yearning to for so long. 

But it’s him. It’s just him, it’s just Eddie. 

His chest rises dramatically again, and this time, yours does as well, albeit through stifling hiccups. You’re dizzy from the lack of oxygen and the flood of emotion that was wrecking you. 

“There you go!” his voice rises ever so slightly, and when you flinch a bit at the sudden volume, he retracts, “Sorry, sorry. But that’s it, sweetheart. Another one, okay?” 

Another breath. Another sob. Another wave of all the pain you’ve been battling off. 

You’re cold all the time again. You’re always sleeping too much or too little. You’re smoking again, running yourself into the ground.

He was right and it fucking killed you. None of those are things you could ever shield him from. You didn’t have the heart to pull away those numb and icey fingertips every time he’d reach out for your hand, or try to cover the shivers that managed to rack your bones even in the middle of summer. The sleeping situation had been spiraling, a pendulum of sleepless nights that would end in a sleep so deep that you could have been mistaken for resting with the dead. Maybe the smoking you could have hid, especially when you’d been so boastful about quitting. 

You weren’t running yourself into the ground. You had already collapsed into the dirt, you had already joined the worms. You’d buried yourself alive, six feet under, and nothing could have stopped him from sniffing out that scent of decay on you. 

The death of a soul and mind. The death of the thing that had propelled you forward for so long. No amount of sweet perfume, or hour long scalding showers, or minty gum to occupy your mind rather than a proper meal, can erase that stench. 

You never could have shielded him. He always saw right through you. Always had, always would. 

“I’m sorry,” you end up crying out. 

You don’t know what you’re apologizing for, but you echo the words again. Over and over, on repeat, until he’s rising from the ground. Until he’s sat beside you. Until his arms are suddenly encasing you and you’re awarded a warmth you didn’t feel deserving of. 

He doesn’t smell like the decay you’d surrounded yourself with. He smells like slow waking in the morning, dreary and calm and at a reasonable time. He smells like warm baths that only relax your bones, and don’t have to blister your skin in the process. He smells like three meals a day, all comforting and all effortless and that never linger with a sense of regret.

He’s not decay, never even treading close to death. He’s home. He’s the promise that you could be okay. Even if it isn’t right now. 

“Don’t apologize,” he murmurs into the crown of your head, squeezing you tighter into his chest, not even blinking an eye at the patch of wetness you leave behind from where your cheeks bury against him, “Never apologize. Ever. Not with me, sweetheart. Keep the sorries. I don’t need them.” 

If it were anyone else, the holding would have suffocated you. But it’s him. It’s Eddie.

You don’t fight him when he pulls you fully into his lap, situating the two of you comfortably on that mattress. 

You don’t know how long you let him cradle you like that. How much of that time is spent filled with your cries, or how many breaths he gently urges you to take with him. He never once has to verbally say what you already know; he never once promises aloud that it’ll be okay. He doesn’t put that pressure on you, not yet. Not today. Not when he knows the journey to okay is still such a long one. 

“I’ve got you,” he whispers to you instead, “I’ve got you, now, sweetheart.” 

If it were anyone else, you wouldn’t believe them. 

But it’s him. It’s Eddie. 

And he’s got you, for now and for as long as you need.

[creedslove]

HEARTLESS 💔 - PART EIGHT

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: You finally allow Jack to step into his father role but he's brokenhearted to see he's not going to be more than that

(this is the eighth chapter of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN

Warnings: sexual tension, angst, hurt, fluff, mom!reader

A/N: another chapter that I have absolutely no idea how you guys will react, but I hope you all enjoy it besties ❤️

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"I beg you for a second chance, sugar" 

Shock ran through your whole body as you heard Jack's words. Some part of you didn't want to give him the time of the day, but another part just had to hear what he had to say, he seemed desperate for a moment, the way his sad eyes watched you, begging you for a chance to be heard, a chance to be the father of your son, and a chance to be with you again.

Your heart broke.

He needed that, he needed to have your attention for a while, even if he wasn't worthy of it, you couldn't deny him that, so you sighed heavily the moment he gripped your wrist making sure you wouldn't escape him while he confessed his words. Honestly, you expected another load of empty apologizes disguised in a sweet voice that held no truth, only for Jack to restart his batch of cruelty by insulting you whenever you didn't meet any of his absurd demands. You had already prepared yourself for another round of Jack being obnoxious and offending you as soon as you didn't give him, your emotional walls were up again, but Jack came in like a wrecking ball tumbling them down, when he confessed everything to you. 

"I-" it was all you could say. All you could whisper at him, watching as his eyes full of hope stared at you eagerly, needing an answer, he had exposed himself so you would see the truth behind his actions and it pained you to think he was pouring his feelings out because everyone knew Jack Daniels would never bring his deceased wife and unborn son into a conversation if he didn't mean it. 

You were caught by surprise, still unsure of what to do or what to say, so you only took your hand to his cheek, the same place you hit him earlier that morning, but this time your touch was gentle and at some extent offering comfort. You felt a pang in your chest at the way Jack leaned towards your touch, looking for more of it, more contact and affection from you. It hurt to see how Wyatt did exactly the same thing. Jack swallowed and you had to face those sad, beautiful, brown eyes, glistening with the tears he held back. 

"Jack… I'm sorry about everything that happened, about you getting injured, about your first family…" you told him honestly "I had no idea…" you swallowed "I'm glad Ginger saved your ass, I wouldn't like to see you dead" you smiled sadly and he took your hand, giving you a happy smile in response to your sad one and kissed your hand gently. 

"I need to think about what you asked me, is that okay?" You said and watched as he nodded, being understanding and finally seeing his way back into your heart - or at least your life with your son - was being gentle, decent and nice to you. 

You excused yourself and exited his room, heading back to yours and lying in bed - not before stopping by your son's new bedroom and feeling your heart filled with love as he slept so peacefully without a care in the world. You envied him. Wyatt was so unaware of the problems around him, he was so innocent and happy, anything really made him excited and got the giggles going and you wished you could be like that, you wished you could just close your eyes and have a peaceful night of sleep, forget about everything that worried you and rest your head against your pillow. 

Each time you closed your eyes, however, your conversation with Jack replayed in your mind over and over, making you restless and anxious, as you had an answer but you didn't know how to explain it to him. If it were just a few hours before, you would've loved to rub it in his face a negative answer, but now things had changed again. You weren't happy about it, but you knew you had to do the right thing; and as much as your plan was to wait until the morning to do so, you simply couldn't fall asleep, couldn't relax, the tension and the anxiety keeping you wary and wide awake, not able to simply appreciate the comfortable bed you were in. You tossed and turned, not finding a comfortable position, the blankets seemed to sting your skin and you groaned annoyed. 

So you simply got up, and walked back to Jack's room. 

You figured he would be as anxious and tense as you, so it wouldn't be too bad to possibly wake him up, as you hesitantly walked through the hallway and once again opened the door to Wyatt's room to find him sleeping peacefully once more, you gathered the courage you needed to in order to talk to Jack, it was about your son's future after all and Wyatt deserved the best you and his dad could afford, both financially and also emotionally. He deserved to have a family, a father and a mother, even if they weren't together like the families he often saw in his movies and cartoons, he deserved the option, to have the right to see his cowboy daddy, to go to his fancy ranch on the weekends and spends special dates with Jack, even if it meant you would have to be around, it would still be worthy because your son would be happy and his happiness and well-being were everything you wished for ever since he was born. 

You finally got to Jack's room and knocked on the door softly, looking over the walls and then down onto the floor, waiting for the man. You felt your heart race for absolutely no reason, it's not like you would find him with a woman inside, but at the same time it felt so weird, you'd slept in that room with him, it used to be your room. You'd slept, fucked, made love, exchanged promises for the future and like a thin glass, it all shattered without a warning. You heard his steps coming from inside, just as you'd guessed, he wasn't asleep at all, so it didn't take long for him to open the door to you.

But you gasped. 

Because as soon as the door was open, you could watch Jack Daniels, also known as Senior Agent Whiskey, displaying his great shape in his almost naked glory, wearing nothing but a pair of very tight black boxers. You knew Jack often slept with his boxers on or nothing at all, but you had forgotten about it? Or you thought he would throw some sweats before opening the door to you. But then you thought again and reminded yourself that it was Jack, and he wouldn't throw any sweats.

You bit your lips as you watched him, he looked incredible. He was a big, large man, his body was well-built and he always looked inviting. You couldn't help yourself to think the only thing that was missing was his black cowboy hat. That and his lasso, so you could use it to tie him down to his bed, making your cowboy so defenseless, being exposed like that. Then all you would have to do would have your thighs on each side of his waist, lowering yourself on his cock and taking his stetson and placing it on your own head, ready to make the cowboy hat rule come to life. 

"Sugar?" He asked you and gently poked your arm, drawing your attention back to him "cat got your tongue? You've been staring for quite a while, is everything okay?" He raised his eyebrow and watched as your face turned a deep shade of red. 

You didn't know where those ideas came from, that would be the last thing in your mind. You and Jack were at war, he offended you at every single opportunity he had after being nothing but horrible to you. And yet you just had a wet dream right in front of him. You wanted to scream in frustration and punch yourself, but instead, you shook your head and stared back into his eyes 

"I-I want to talk to you… I made up my mind" you said in a weak voice, still mortified at yourself for having such… thoughts on Jack "maybe you should… you know… cover yourself up a little?" 

Jack raised his eyebrow and gave you a cocky, smug smile, the kind he used whenever he flirted with you and you wanted to kill him and then yourself at the realization he noticed how you looked at him. Why was it so embarrassing to you? Why was it so difficult to remind yourself he is the man who broke your heart and threw you out of the house while pregnant with his child? You shouldn't be having inappropriate thoughts like that. 

"Why's that sugar? You used to love the view" he placed his hands on his waist and bent his knee a little, you weren't sure if he was joking or actually hitting on you, but you wouldn't risk playing that game, quite the opposite, it was either acting serious or leaving. You sighed heavily and shook your head "fine Jack, you definitely don't want to take things seriously, so we can talk in the morning" you turned around and took a step towards the door, and that was enough for the cowboy to curse under his breath and immediately look for some pants. 

"Shit, I'm so sorry sugar… I'm decent now, you can look at me" he told you in an urgent tone, he didn't want you to leave, he didn't want his questions, his pleas to be unanswered so he breathed relieved when you faced him again. 

Of course Jack only bothered to put on his pants, not a shirt, so you still had a privileged view of his body, just as beautiful and sexy as you remembered, if you closed your eyes and focused hard enough you could still feel his skin against yours, the taste of him on your lips, his smell lingering on your body hours after he had touched you for the last time. But you couldn't, you were there to talk business, serious business with him, and above all, remind yourself what a shitty person he was, no matter how handsome and attractive he happened to be. 

"I already made up my mind, Jack… about everything you asked me" you told him and walked to his armchair, waiting for him to follow and do the same, taking the spare one, facing you. His hands joined together and resting on his lap, trying to hide his anxiety as you prepared yourself to speak 

"So, as I said… I already made up my mind, and I've decided that yes, you can come back into our lives and take up your role as a father. I still don't know how to do that, I mean, isn't Wyatt too young to know you are his dad? Would he even understand?" You asked but you questioned more yourself than him at that moment "my point is… you have already waltzed into our lives, against my will of course, Jack, you know it, but you have, and the fact is that my son already loves you and I can't fight that" you rubbed your neck and then licked your lips "but not everything will be a picnic, Jack Daniels… I got two conditions: first one, you break his little heart in any way and you're out of the picture forever, even if I have to pay my ass off in lawyers to keep away from my son" Jack nodded, trying to hide his smile, he was so damn happy to know he would finally be able to officially be Wyatt's dad he barely paid attention to anything else, but he tried focusing on you, not wanting to seem disrespectful in any way "and my last condition is: once Wyatt is old enough, he will know what happened between us. It is not fair to me that he gets to love you more than me just because you are the cool parent that gives him no rules and restrictions and can fuel his imagination with your fancy ranch, and your money, he will know you ditched us, you didn't want us and you weren't there for us when we needed you, and this is not negotiable" you swallowed and got up, walking towards the door and not giving Jack enough time to argue back as you had absolutely no strength to get into another fight now. 

Jack on the other hand wasn't pleased at all, he wanted to argue over that last rule. If he was making things right then it meant his sins would be forgiven? He didn't want his son to find out what a shitty man he was, he was ashamed of it and it would gut him if his sweet little Wyatt found out the bitter truth about his daddy, but at that moment, he knew he wouldn't get anything from you. So he obliged to your conditions, but he hadn't gotten his final answer yet, not the one he had been anxiously awaiting for the whole night. He gently took you wrist, stopping you from taking another step 

"Sugar?" He asked you in his low voice, hesitantly, as part of him knew what was coming but he still needed to try, he wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't. "What about a second chance for us? Have you thought of that?" 

"There's nothing to think about Jack. There is no 'us' anymore. You asked me to co-parent Wyatt and I said yes, but you and I? That's dead and gone. Besides I already have someone" and then he looked at you with the saddest brown eyes you'd ever seen, if you didn't know any better, you would basically melt away, dwelling into their depth of sadness and do everything in your power to make him happy, but not anymore. You were no longer like that. "You know what's funny, Jack? A few years ago, my biggest dream was to hear you asking me this question. All I wanted, wished and prayed for was for you to show up at my doorstep, apologize and ask me to get back together so we would have our baby and raise him as a family… funny how things change, right?" 

And you left him there. 

                        •••

When Sunday came, Jack had no other option than suck it up and hold onto what he got: his son. He would be lying if it said he wasn't hurt by your response, though he knew it was very likely to happen, he still had some small, childish even, hope in his heart. Hope that maybe you forgive him, or at least tell him he could try to make things right, but instead you just straight up made sure he understood he would have no chance with you after all. And it stung. He couldn't deny it. And the fact you'd told him you had someone? That must have been bullshit. He was sure you were just bluffing, just saying that to make him feel bad after hurting you. There was no way you had a boyfriend. Or was it? No, he didn't want to believe that, it made no sense at all, of course he would have Ginger hack into your social media first thing on Monday to see if you were being honest or not, but at that moment, he couldn't worry so much about that. 

But on the other hand, he had his son, and he couldn't be happier about that part, to know you were finally okay with him being around, not needing to worry you would just walk away with Wyatt and not look back, he wanted to do everything by the book; he wanted his name on the birth certificate, he wanted to pay you a very good child support and be part of every single meaningful part of Wyatt's life. Unlike you, your son loved him, and he felt very happy, loving to spend the whole time with him, all over the place. He showed Wyatt the rest of the ranch, all his favorite animals again and even took his lasso, which the little boy loved and clapped enthusiastically, showing him the best moves and how cool it could be. Jack also paid attention to you, and how you reacted to his lasso abilities. He knew how much you enjoyed watching him with it or the whip, and he also knew damn well how his lasso brought the two of you erotic memories. Instead of getting lost in Whiskey again, you focused on your son, how good his smell and how warm he was in your arms. Your jealous side wasn't totally convinced he could love the two of you just as much, but you tried, and seeing how excited and happy he was, it already soothed your heart. 

Wyatt also spent a lot of time with Silver Pony, it was almost impossible to drag him out of the stable. He just loved that mare with all his little heart and wanted to brush her, ride her and hug her for the rest of his life. At moments like those, he could see how similar you and Wyatt were. He could look just the same as his father, but his sweetness and kindness were all you, and Jack really loved that. 

When evening came, he was already upset knowing you and Wyatt would head back home, the weekend went by so fast and it broke his heart to think he would have to spend another night alone. He didn't want that anymore, Jack wanted a family, his family, and it was just too upsetting to know you would drive back to your apartment, cuddle your boy to sleep and Jack would have to stay alone, haunted by the memories of how happy he was once.

So when the first thunder roared in the sky, it felt like the heavens had heard his prayers. Maybe, if a real bad rain started, you and Wyatt would have to spend another night, so it was very hard for him to hide the smile when the three of you were caught by the storm as you returned from the stable. By the time you reached the house, you were all soaked wet, so marching into a warm shower was the first thing you did. First Wyatt, then you, then Jack. 

You had hopes the rain would stop so you could drive home, but of course it didn't and you just knew you would have to spend an extra night. You weren't happy about it, but it was the safest option, as driving was completely off the table at that weather; you only felt upset to see Wyatt wasn't as happy as he should be, because he was scared of the loud thunders. They just made his little ears hurt and he felt startled, but the moment the power went out because of the rain, Wyatt began crying. He clung to Jack and sniffed, holding the cowboy as tight as he could "I scawed cowboy" he cried his little heart out "pwease no weave me and mama" he begged him and that shattered the man's heart. His son begging him not to be abandoned, it gutted him to think he was so scared he didn't want to be left alone. 

"It's okay, buddy… daddy ain't leaving you or mama" he assured him, rubbing his back and only realizing what he'd said after you stared at him in disbelief, you knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but you didn't expect it to be like that, the two of you held your breaths waiting for Wyatt's response, anxious to know if he would question you two, or if he would find it funny or confusing but he didn't say anything at all, he just sniffed calming down, though his grip around Jack wouldn't loosen in any way.

Until you had an idea. Rubbing his back in soothing, circle motions just like Jack did, you smiled at your son "come on baby, let's have a sleepover, you, me and the cowboy" you suggested him and in no time the three of you were in Jack's bedroom - that being the biggest one - and immediately climbing in bed. You and Jack in opposite sides and Wyatt in the middle. The room was dark and the rain falling mercilessly outside created the perfect atmosphere to sleep. You were almost dozing off yourself, as Jack hummed q lullaby to Wyatt, it was just so soothing and relaxing, you were so ready to relax, when Wyatt let out a big yawn 

"Night night mama, night night dada" he said in his sweet voice and fell asleep.

At that moment, you and Jack weren't enemies anymore, you were two parents, too choked up on your own emotions to say anything else, before another thunder crashed outside, but this time, it didn't bother Wyatt, because he was safely asleep, protected by his mommy and daddy. 

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A/N: I just want to be this man's sugar and give him beautiful kids 🥺😭❤️

[martinsluvr]

coffee and basketball

pairing: kate martin x fem reader! 2022-2023 season!

warnings: fluff! friends to lovers trope!? small mention of drinking! mentions of anxiety/fear of love!

authors note: pls be gentle this is my first fic

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dec 5th 2022 ~ post iowa win against iowa state (dec 4th). score 70-57. kate martin with 13 points.

reader’s pov

the energy in iowa city was booming after last night’s win. i’ve been working at this coffee shop in iowa city since my freshman year of college and i’ve become accustomed to talking “game talk” my entire shift the day after a game, and if any of the players decide to stop in to do homework or for a quick drink, i sympathize as i watch them get trapped into nonstop conversations about basketball. iowa city is extremely proud of and cherishes our women’s basketball team, and quite frankly you never hear the end of it when you’re living here.

our coffee shop gets quite busy everyday, and my shift passes by with ease. as i’m finishing making the last order i took before clocking out, i see two familiar blondes walk in.

“hiiii!!! great game you guys!! your usuals today?”

“hey y/n thank you, yes please! how are you? when are you actually going to come to a game in person!” monika exclaimed. after working here for so long, we’ve developed a genuine friendship, sometimes catching up for a drink or just enjoying each other’s company in our apartments.

“i know, i know.. i promise i will before the season ends!” i laughed as i made their drinks. “kate, you did really good last night, i really wish i could’ve been there”.

i could see kate blushing out of the corner of my eye as I finished making their drinks, and monika nudging her. “y/n i am going to drag you to the next home game myself, kate always looks around and hopes you’re the-“ monika was interrupted by kate obnoxiously faking a cough attack. i laughed, blushing and handed them their drinks. as i handed kate her drink, our fingertips slightly touched and we made eye contact.

“in the meantime maybe we can go to open gym tonight? i can rebound for you and give you time to reenact some of your moves from the game for me” i said as i smiled up at kate with my eyebrows raised. although i was NOT short, yet kate disagrees, she was still 8 inches taller than me as I stood at 5’4. “we can meet at my apartment at 6 if you’re up for it”.

kate knew what i was doing. i knew what i was doing.

kate’s pov

my palms were immediately sweating. i looked down at her and honestly just forgot every single thing she’s said since i walked in because i cannot stop looking at her eyes and how well they compliment her dark hair, she just dyed it - i can tell. My eyes scan over her exposed tattoos on her arm and i quickly look back into her eyes so i don’t look like more of a creep than i already do.

“6pm is good. i’ll be there. at 6”, i tried playing it cool. she laughed, shaking her head and saying her quick goodbyes as she had to rush to her 2 o’clock class.

“you know you said 6 twice. i think she knew what time considering SHE asked YOU” monika explained while almost tumbling over laughing. “i mean kate, you should’ve seen your face. you two have been doing this for a year now. why have you not made a move on her? she’s clearly interested in you”

i sighed, “monika I don’t know. i really do like her but it’s just scary. i don’t know if i can commit to something, especially right now. basketball is our life and how will someone ever be able to fall in love with me if i can only see them for a few hours a week?” monika rubbed my shoulder and brought me in for a hug.

“just because you are a D1 athlete does not mean this is your entire life. you still deserve to have a life outside of basketball, and if anyone, she would be the most understanding” monika said, “you’ve got to make a move before she gives up. i know she’s into you kate. you deserve to feel and be loved”.

she really always was right.

we spent the rest of the day doing homework together and making lunch. as it got closer to 6, i could feel the knots in my stomach getting worse. luckily, we lived in the same apartment complex so it was a quick walk to her apartment.

5:55pm and i’m already at her door. is that too early? too desperate?

i knock a few times to let her know i’m here. i could just say i came early so i could see her cats

i looked down twiddling my thumbs, patiently waiting.

“coming!” i heard faintly from her apartment. she opened the door and quickly embraced me.

“kate hi! i just have to feed my cats before we leave so just come in for a minute” she said while frantically trying to feed her cats before they tried jumping into the food. i stepped into her apartment and patiently waited, laughing as her cats were jumping up her legs and meowing.

“you know, i’ve always been a dog person but i love your cats. they are just so adorable and have such a personality” i remarked.

“hah yeah, you can take them whenever. they are the best for cuddling but feeding them is still terrifying” she laughed.

she collected her bag, which i offered to hold, her water bottle and keys. we locked up her apartment and walked down to her car.

“midnights?” we asked in unison, both laughing after realizing we jinxed each other. i adore that she loves taylor swift almost as much as i do. i plugged in my phone to her aux and shuffled the album. as we started driving to our practice gym, i couldn’t help but steal glances at her, imagining what it would be like if we were more than friends, if i wasn’t so scared, i thought. i wouldn’t be afraid to hold her hand or her thigh while one of us drives. i wouldn’t be afraid to kiss her at every red light. i wouldn’t be afraid of love with her.

we pulled into the parking lot and i quickly grabbed both of our bags, and we made our way inside. no one had the practice gym booked for tonight, so it was just us. i put in my code to enter the gym, and we settled our stuff down.

“so.. what are we doing today coach kate” she smiled widely at me. i grinned and grabbed the rack of basketballs, pulling it next to the free throw line.

“well, let’s work on some free throw shots first”.

reader’s pov

after an hour of rebounding for kate and even taking some shots for myself, i decided to line myself up at the free throw line. i was never one to play sports, but i’ve always loved watching them. i’ve always been so jealous of people’s hand-eye coordination, as it never seemed to work for me which led to me burying myself in studies and clubs for years.

i try to fix my form like kate taught me, then launched it.

miss.

again, i grabbed another ball and launched it.

miss.

and again, and again. miss. miss. miss.

kate stifled a laugh watching me, and as i turned to glare at her she put her arms up in surrender.

“here, let me help you. we’ve already gone over this y/n, are you missing on purpose?” she questioned. i shook my head, my breath getting faster the closer she got to me. i faced the basket with the ball in my hands hoping to hide my blush.

“here, move over a little” kate said as she put her hands on my waist, moving me to the right a little. “now put your right hand here, and your left hand here” she said as she guided my hands from behind. all i could focus on was her breath on my neck and how close our bodies were without touching. “now shoot”

straight net.

“see! you can do it! but, can you guard me?” she questioned as she quickly knocked the new ball out of my hands, dribbling away from me.

“kate, of course i can guard you” i laughed chasing after her. we played 1 on 1 for a few minutes, her scoring on me multiple times and me not even able to keep the ball in my hands for more than a minute. as i jumped up to block her shot, i tumbled over her as we both fell to the ground. her arms were quick to grab my waist to ensure i fell on her instead of the hard wood court.

“kate!” i exclaimed laughing, “you could’ve hurt yourself and lisa would have actually hunted me down and killed me!”

we were both laughing as i rolled off of her and laid next to her on the ground. she turned over to look at me with a wide smile. we grabbed each other’s hands as we helped each other up, yet i stumbled into her again.

“a little clumsy tonight aren’t we?” she teased. her hands hesitant to continue holding my waist as we stood centimeters apart.

“i guess you just make me a little nervous” i confidently stated. our eyes stayed locked in for a minute, and for a split second i swore i saw her look at my lips, until she quickly pulled away almost breaking out in a sprint to our bags.

“we should get going, the janitors will be here soon to start locking up” she hurriedly said.

with a heavy sigh, i walked towards the exit grabbing my keys and water bottle as we made our way to the exit.

-

the car ride to the apartment complex was silent. i felt uneasy. is it me? is she just not into me? i thought. as i pulled in to my spot, kate offered to walk me back up to my apartment. the walk was long,

and silent. as i got to my door, i pulled out my key as fast as i could to unlock the door. “thank you for walking me kate, goodnight” i said as i tried rushing into my apartment. before i could shut my door, she put her hand out to hold it open”

“wait y/n,” she hesitated, “there’s been something i’ve been meaning to do for a while now”. kate strides towards me, reaching out to put one hand on my hip and one hand on my check, quickly pulling me up towards her and before i knew it, she kissed me.

she really kissed me.

her lips were soft. i could feel our smiles through the kiss and my heart nearly beating out of my chest, i wonder if she felt it too. kate pulled away first, looking down at me smiling, moving both hands to my cheeks.

“goodnight y/n” she said as she kissed my forehead. she backed away towards the door, and left before i could say a word.

i sheepishly slid my back down the cold wooden front door and made my way down to the floor. between the heat on my cheeks, tingling sensation on my lips, and the sound of my heartbeat thumping through my chest, nothing else in the world mattered in that moment. i delicately brought my finger to my lips, trying to relive the feeling through the sensations. my cheeks were hot and hurting. 'have I ever smiled this big in my life?', I thought. my legs slightly shaking as i slowly got up, making my way through my apartment to my bedroom. everything was bright even with all of my lights off. i sat down at my vanity, staring at myself in the mirror. through the slight shine of the exposed moonlight, i could see the red and pink flush all over my face. my phone buzzed in my sweater pocket. 

i had a great time, the text read, see you tmrw for my usual? :)

i held the phone to my chest tightly, feeling the coldness of the screen through my clothes, but nothing else was cold. everything was warm because she kissed me.

[jben073]

Grace Chasity and Bliklotep Headcanons!

Here are the Grace and Blinky headcanons that I made bc I misunderstood the last ask! Hope you all like these bc they were really fun to make!

- Grace has always had poor vision. She’s supposed to wear glasses but she has always hated how they felt on her face and hated the sensation of contact lenses even more so she just kind of suffered through not being able to see super great and accommodated herself whenever possible for most of her life. After coming into contact with Blinky/being under his influence, however, her vision becomes exceptionally sharp and developed.

She becomes abnormally aware of even the smallest movements or visual changes in her surroundings. One day she has the sudden realization that she can now see in the dark because Blinky needs his vessel to be able to see at all times so that he can watch at all times.

- Blinky likes to ‘passively’ possess Grace and essentially just (figuratively) sit in the back of her mind while Grace remains conscious and keeps (majority) control of her body. This is because he likes to watch things through her eyes/point of view. 

When he’s doing this, she tends to become a lot more still and quiet, and her irises are tinted purple like the people in WatcherWorld. Most often, he does this when Grace is witnessing something that he would find entertaining (usually arguments or violence). She’s like a front-row seat to the action for him!

- While Grace carries on with her day (at school in this case) during Blinky’s ‘passive’ influence, she will occasionally realize that she has been unconsciously doodling eyes all over her paper alongside the occasional Blinky ramble exposing her classmates’ secrets (which she promptly rips up and wishes she never saw in the first place.)

He will also sometimes push forward enough to very minorly take control and use Grace’s voice to speak for a moment. Typically it’s more of the same with him saying something ominous about knowing/seeing what someone has done and possibly taunting them about eventually being punished.

Her classmates are unphased because honestly, Grace is just kind of like that all of the time anyway.

- Blinky likes to mess with Grace by making her unintentionally cheat on tests. He knows that oddly, the things that get to her the most are the little things that challenge her specific morals rather than the blatant violence he might enact to mess with others. While writing tests, Blinky will flash images of the answer sheet in her mind before Grace is able to think of the answer on her own so that now it’s impossible for her to get the answers wrong and thus she is wracked with guilt for having an unfair advantage over her classmates.

- Blinky will constantly try to influence Grace into snooping through her friends' things or just generally invade others’ privacy. Often he does this by filling her head with all kinds of distrustful thoughts: telling her that they’re hiding things from her, that they're talking behind her back, that they stole something from her, that they’re going down the wrong path, etc. Anything to make her stick her nose where it doesn’t belong. If she’s kind of zoned out, he’ll sometimes subtly influence her into walking within earshot of private conversations so that she overhears things that she shouldn’t know.

Grace has now taken to holding her hands very tightly clasped behind her back while in others’ homes because it makes it easier to avoid the temptation to rifle through things that are none of her business.

- Blinky is a huge gossip (a bit of a lighthearted word for an eldritch god but it suits him!) and he specifically is the one who (very gleefully) directs Grace toward her victims. He’s always in her ear telling her about the sins of her peers and giving suggestions as to which “dirty dude” she should go after next.

- Oddly, I feel like Blinky has a little bit of a soft spot for Grace compared to the other humans that he’s encountered but that doesn’t mean he won’t mess with her. Because of this, Blinky tells Grace what people say about her behind her back. Part of this is because he wants to hurt her, but part of him also wants her to know so that she can stick up for herself and get revenge (plus there’s the added bonus of it being free entertainment for him!).

When he’s having a rare moment of empathy, he will simply inform her of the sins of the person who was saying nasty things about her and encourage her to use the Black Book on them without ever disclosing that they were saying anything about her.

- Grace is the most paranoid about Blinky out of all of the LIB. She’s not necessarily afraid of him, but she is constantly aware that he could be watching her, especially when she’s doing something that she thinks is wrong or sinful (even if it wouldn’t actually phase him at all) and she is afraid that he will use this information against her or tell others. 

He lets her continue to think this way because it gives him greater power over her but realistically, he would not want to betray her trust in this way and risk his most powerful asset becoming disobedient/disloyal to him.

One more silly one to end on!

- Blinky constantly wants to antagonize Bill when Grace sees him at church but she has set that as a hard ‘no’ boundary because she refuses to be disrespectful to ‘a good churchgoing Christian’ like Bill.

She’s nice to him at church!! She can’t lose that!

That's all I've got rn but this was very fun!

Anyone can feel free to send me asks about hcs :D I definitely have a bias toward Grace-related hcs (including stuff like this where it’s her dynamic with another character) bc my brain is rotted for her, but I’m willing to try others if someone wanted that :)

[kinkandkreep]

Yandere Alphabet: Shuji Hanma (Tokyo Revengers)

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

When it comes to love and affection, Hanma would…rather not. He’s not the most naturally romantic person, and he shirks the thought of being, as he would call it, “mushy.” 

Now, that’s not to say that he just absolutely can’t express the way he feels about his desire, which is decidedly, pretty fuckin’ intense.

When Shuji puts his mind to it, he can be the most obnoxiously lovey-dovey, obsessed boyfriend you could imagine. 

He will drape himself all over you, bring you back “souvenirs” from his bloodier delinquent encounters, smother you in kisses (whether you want them or not) and drag you along on “dates” that he orchestrates solely based on his own desires. 

Going back to the intensity thing, Hanma either feels very, as he would say, “dull” about everything, or very, very intensely. 

For you, he feels the latter. 

You excite him, though the type of excitement you provide may vary depending on your personality. 

A more calm demeanor excites him because you’re so fun to tease different reactions out of.

If you’re more wild like him, he’s frankly just excited to have found someone he can share in his madness with.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Do you even have to ask? 🤨

Hanma gets bloody just for the hell of it, for you, he would kill. 

Like don’t push it or nun, but trust me, dude is insane over you. 🙃

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

I honestly don’t think Hanma would abduct you just on a whim, but on the off chance that he did, he would definitely be a little mocking at the least. 

He just finds you so intriguing, observing how you would react to suddenly waking up in an unfamiliar environment might just be motivation enough for him to make that a reality. 

Afterwards, if you fought him and were persnickety about the situation, he would more so tease you rather than mock you. 

“Your confusion is so cute. Make more of those fearful faces for me please.”

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Hanma likes to pretend to be a gentleman, he thinks it’s funny to watch you roll your eyes at his antics 

The most he’ll most likely do is pull you along to different fights and dangerous places to watch him while he handles bidness

He’ll also probably demand cuddles (not often, but somewhat infrequently) and he expects you to give them to him whether you’re in the mood for them or not, since he so rarely asks for them in the first place

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

This may come as a surprise, but Shuji actually feels comfortable enough with his Desire to bare a fair amount of his heart to them

I feel like, aside from the obvious times, Shuji is a surprisingly honest person

He’s honest about what he feels and what he wants, and he’s really straight up with the people around him if they piss him off

This is especially true for the object of his desires

You’ll probably at some point wish he wasn’t so honest and open with you, as he really doesn’t have a filter

Vulnerable is probably not a word I would use to describe ole Shuj, but I could sort of see where he might come off as such when in conversation, however one-sided, with his Desire

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Positively delighted

Shuji just finds everything you do to be so cute and endearing, and amusing 

For you to think that you could defeat him, or even outsmart him makes his heart do funny things in his chest

Now, not to mistake, he may get a little annoyed further down the line if you just refuse to ever cooperate, but starting out, he thinks it’s all fun and games

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Initially, Shuji may enjoy watching you try to escape his clutches

Mostly because he knows you’re going to fail 🙃

It’s sort of a game to him in the sense that he wants to see how long it’s going to take you to figure out that you’re never leaving him

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

This may come as surprise to some, but your worst experience with Hanma is probably something comparatively mild 

Now, well actually, that kind of depends on your constitution, and definition of mild

I am, for some reason, really taken with the idea that Shuji’s Desire’s most hellish experience with him is a prolonged game of cat and mouse that he orchestrates in an abandoned building somewhere in a dangerous part of town

He knows that your chances of actually escaping him are next to zero, and even if you did manage to make it out of the maze that is the building he’s forcefully transported you to, you’d end up right in the midst of shady men and even shadier dealings

This would only push you back into his arms, as he would be the only one who could protect you

He would also take into account the humiliation aspect of it on your part, given that you’d have tried so hard to get away from him only to end up needing him for your literal survival

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

While I think it would be cute if Shuji was all into the old fashioned “married with kids” situation, I can’t help but feel like he’s not 🙃

He wouldn’t mind marrying you, even if only to say that you’re officially his wifey, but other than that he doesn’t really care for customs and traditions in that way

So, as for his intended future with you, marriage is definitely an option, and havin’ a couple little rugrats runnin’ around wouldn’t be so terrible either in his opinion, especially if it means you’re even further bound to him

But for the most part, he just wants to keep you with him forever as his little doll to love on and occasionally drag around to the different brawls he gets into

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Shuji doesn’t really have a reason to get jealous

He knows he’s good looking and a good lay, skilled with his hands and tongue and everything in between

Now, I say he doesn’t really have a reason to get jealous, but that’s not to say he doesn’t

He may become be consumed by the most minute amount of jealousy should he catch you interacting with other people who are considered strong fighters

Namely, someone like Mikey or Izana

Shuji may not be super skilled (he’s just got really stand out stamina and eyesight) but he knows he’s a better fighter than average, it’s just that fighting is a huge part of his identity

If you ever took notice of someone else’s brawling prowess or, God forbid, complemented them on it, he’d feel this burning sensation in his chest that he’d be very reluctant to put a name to at first

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Shuji is such a sporadic person, it’s lowkey kind of hard to pinpoint exactly how he’d act with his Desire at any given time

I will say though that he likes to be all up on you and doesn’t have a really good grasping of personal space

At least not towards the people he likes

He’ll smother you in kisses and unnecessarily tight hugs and maybe even pick you up and swing you around til you’re dizzy if he feels so inclined

He’s pretty much his usual excitable self, though Shuji can be calm, he just prefers not to be, because that’s boring, and we all know how Shuji Hanma despises boredom 🙃

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Shuji doesn’t court you

Like at all

He may on occasion send letters and hand deliver flowers ‘cus he thinks cliche shit like that is funny, but don’t mistake, the letters aren’t really romantic in nature and he’s likely to accidentally on purpose give you wilted flowers instead of fresh ones

He approaches you in a very confident, slick manner, expressing his desire for you and fully expecting that you’ll reject him because of…well, any number of things (i.e his reputation, his somewhat disconcerting appearance, etc.)

He doesn’t care that you’ll most likely turn him down though, as by that point he’s already decided he wants you and is determined to insert himself so firmly into your life that you have to choice but to entertain him

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

AHAHAHAHA, no

Shuji is very straightforward and wild with you just like he is everywhere else

Now, I will say, he can and does have his “soft” moments, and again, he can be calm and behave what most people would consider normally on occasion

But for the most part, Shuji, similar to Mikey, keeps it trill wit you and everyone around him

A/N: Hey hey y'all! 👋🏾 I decided to split Shuji's alphabet in half since it was getting pretty lengthy. Stay tuned for part two! ✌🏾

[katnisspeetaprim]

Privacy Part 2 Yoongi/Reader

Summary: Y/N is finding it difficult to deal with the hatred she is recieving thans to those videos.

Warnings: anxiety, swearing, slut shaming, suggestive content, female reader

Word count: 2419 M.list

‘It’s fine Mom really, I don’t need to come home.’ Your Mom had been trying to get you to travel back home ever since the news broke. You’d been trying your best to avoid her calls, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to ignore your family forever. Honestly your mother hadn’t really been much help during the whole situation in fact, Yoongi’s own mother had been much more of a comfort to you. 2 days ago just after you found out, Yoongi’s mother had called you. Apparently she had already spoken to her son but wanted to make sure that you were ok also. You locked yourself in the bathroom so Yoongi wouldn’t hear you sobbing down the phone to his Mom. He definitely heard you.

‘I’m worried Y/N. I know you said it’s being handled but that doesn’t do anything to calm me down.’

‘Worried for me or your reputation?’ You mumbled to yourself. ‘Listen Mom, me and Yoongi just want our own space right now.’ You explained, wanting nothing more than to end the conversation.

‘Ok. I’ll let you go for now but I’m still going to be calling for updates.’

‘Ok mom. Bye.’ With that the call ended. As you pulled the phone from your ear, you couldn’t help but stare at the many notifications on your home screen.

You knew that you shouldn’t be looking at your social media right now, Yoongi knew full well what the fallout would be and he didn’t want you exposed to that kind of hate.... But you couldn’t help it.The unseen force of morbid curiosity too strong, as it pushed you to open the Twitter app and see what kind of awful names you were being called.

Slut and whore were some of the most prominent insults being thrown around. Though not very creative the words still stung you. You had been with Yoongi since early 2015, 8 years together and you were being called a slut for it. You also couldn’t help but notice that nobody had anything bad to say about Yoongi, in fact he was getting nothing but praise for how he’s handled the situation so far. You’d never wish hate on the love of your life, but you couldn’t help but scoff at the double standard people online held.

The things that disgusted you the most though were the people sharing their disgusting fantasies about the videos. It made you physically sick. Why would someone feel it was ok to comment about how hot or turned on they were by somebody’s leaked sex tapes? Or feel the need to talk about different parts of your bodies like you were a science experiment?

The company had been fast to put out a statement about what was happening. Bang PD personally assured the two of you that their best lawyers had been put on the case.

The other boys had also been especially supportive. All just generally trying to be there for the two of you if you needed a shoulder to cry on, and nobody talked about the videos unless either you or Yoongi bough them up first.

Both you and Yoongi had tried to go on as normal at first, but you couldn’t shake the nagging voice at the back of your mind.

'Y/N? Tae called, asked if we’d like to go round for drinks later.’ Yoongi stepped into the bedroom just in time to see you hurrying to shut off your phone. He stared at you in disbelief.

‘You were looking again, weren’t you?’ He accused glaring at you from the doorway, though he already knew the answer. When you didn’t answer and refused to meet his gaze, he threw his hands up in the air.

‘Y/N there is a reason we were told to stay of social media. Shit like this.’ He angrily snatched your phone from you so he could see what you were looking at. He was in disbelief that you wold continue to torture yourself like this.

‘Are you going to say anything!?’ He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes when you still refused to speak.

‘Y/N I swear-‘

‘You don’t get it.’ You cut him off, voice barely above a whisper. Your fingers nervously playing with the hem of your skirt.

‘Are you insane? Of course I get-‘ Yoongi was about to start yelling before you cut him off.

‘No you don’t Yoongi!’ You snapped, finally looking up to see his shocked face.

‘I know you are upset and scared and angry, I’m not debating that!’ You let out a shaky breath as you paused to calm down, not sure if you wanted to continue.

‘What then?’ He hesitantly made his way back over and sat on the bed next to you. You also hesitated for a moment before you sat up on your knees to face him, cupping his hands.

‘All this hate I see, all the horrible names and words...It’s all directed at me.’ Yoongi’s face softened at your words, immediately understanding your anger.

‘Ah Y/N...’ He started but you quickly cut him off.

‘It’s not that I want people to say that stuff about you...I just don’t understand why people have to be so cruel towards me . After how long we’ve been together.’ The tears started to fall once again. That’s all you seemed to be doing these days, crying. You felt pathetic for lack of a better word. Yoongi pulled you into his strong arms, trying to give you any kind of comfort he could.

‘I’m so sorry. If I could take an of this pain away then I would in a heartbeat.’

‘No I’m sorry. I’m being selfish making this about only me when you are upset too.’ You angled your head to place it in the crook of his neck. His scent  always did do wonders in calming you down.

‘Listen.’ He broke the silence. ‘I’ve been called in for a meeting today with Bang PD.’ He pulled back to look at you properly.

‘You don’t have to come but it might be good for us to both be on the same page.’ You also sat up to face him. It would definitely put your mind at ease if you could see what kind of progress had been made, though it didn’t make facing people any easier...

‘And we can go to Tae’s right after?’ You mumbled, looking at him through your eyelashes. The idea of drinks sounded pretty good right now.

‘If that’s what you want.’ He nodded eagerly at you. ‘As long as you don’t mind the other boys being there too?’

‘No. It will be good to see them.’ And you really meant it. If anyone could distract you for a few hours, its those goofy guys.

Once the two of you arrived at the BigHit offices, you were both ushered straight into Bang PD’s office.

‘Y/N it’s great to see you it’s been a while, please.’ He gestured for you to take a seat at his desk, Yoongi doing the same.

‘So I wont beat around the bush. We all know why we are here.’ Yoongi reached his hand out and placed it on your thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze.

‘Most of the sites we sent cease and desists to have co operated and removed the videos. We are still working on cracking some of them but it’s a start. Plus we have been blacklisting any online account associated with the videos.’ Both you and Yoongi were listening intently. Even though this was a small victory, you were both overjoyed that you were getting somewhere.

‘That’s good news isn’t it?’ Yoongi spoke up from beside you.

‘Yes most definitely, however.’ There always had to be a but didn’t there? Your eyebrows knotted together as you continued to listen. ‘We still don’t know how or why this happened or who is responsible. Our lawyers are in contact with the Las Vegas police, but until they have any leads , we’re in the dark I’m afraid.’ Your shoulders sagged at the news and you gripped Yoongi’s hand on your thigh tightly. There was a person out there that had the raw uncut video file of those daysyou spent in the hotel. About 4 hours in total of footage had been released so far of the two of you, but nobody knows for sure how much footage actually exists. Those cameras must have ben there for at least a week after all...

It didn’t actually hit you that a person was behind this until this very meeting. Of course in the back of your mind you knew, but you just wished people would be better.

‘Yoongi, I’m gonna wait outside if that’s ok? He sent  a worried look your way before nodding and saying that he shouldn’t be much longer.

‘Thank you for coming down Y/N. I promise we wont stop until everything is fixed.’ Bang PD  bowed his head slightly to you and you did the same before rushing from the room. You made your way back to the waiting room and plopped yourself down in the chair most out of the way. Your phone had been buzzing during the meeting.

You couldn’t stop the roll of your eyes as you read over your moms texts. She had never liked Yoongi  for reasons unknown to you. He had been nothing but respectful to your family any time you had been forced to interact with them, but she just refused to accept your relationship. You didn’t want to admit it, but you couldn’t help but think that your mother held Yoongi under some racist stereotype that she refused to let go of. It was the only thing you could think of as to why she would hate him so much.

It was only when you threatened to cut off all contact with her did she back off a little. Her last message really made your blood boil though. Of course she only cared about her own image. You knew she didn’t really care how you got effected, as long as nobody thought ill of her everything would be fine in her world.

‘Hey you ok? Yoongis steady voice pulled you from your thoughts. ‘You look upset.’

‘It’s nothing.’ You huffed out, quickly tucking away your phone. ‘It’s just my mom again. Let’s go, I’m dying for a drink.’ He sighed  to himself before following behind you.

You were able to let loose a little at Tae’s get together. The alcohol you had consumed allowing you to relax and have fun with your friends. Yoongi stayed sober that night to drive. He knew you needed the escape more than he did right now.

When you both arrived home later that night, both you and Yoongi felt like some weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

‘I had a lot of fun tonight.’ You turned to face Yoongi, placing your arms round his shoulders and flashed him a small smile.

‘I’m glad. We both needed it.’ He returned your smile. Yoongi gently placed his hands on your hips and pulled you close to him, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You happily leaned into him, enjoying the intimacy. You and Yoongi hadn’t had sex with each other since you returned home to Korea for obvious reasons. Even though you knew it was impossible, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were still being watched. That somebody had managed to break into your home and place cameras there too. This paranoia was still at the front of your mind, regardless of the alcohol in your system.

‘Let’s go to the bedroom.’ You whispered . Yoongi nodded slightly in response. Your heart was pounding loudly in your chest as you made out with Yoongi. Both of you now only in your underwear as you straddled him. His hands kneaded your ass as yours got lost in his hair. You wanted this, you really did but you couldn’t stop the panic from bubbling up to the surface.

‘We don’t have to do this you know.’ Yoongi pulled away from you when he felt you stiffen above him.

‘No I want to, it’s just...’ You were quick to answer him but trailed off, not really sure how to voice your concern.

‘I get it. You don’t need to explain.’ He spoke softly, stroking your face as he did. You gave him a sad smile as you leaned back in to kiss him.

‘I love you so much Yoongi.’

‘I love you too jagi.’ As the kiss deepened, you pulled back again, resting your forehead on his.

‘Do you mind if we turn out the lights? And get under the covers?’ You bit your lip, nervous that he would think you were being ridiculous. But the judgement didn’t come. He quickly shimmed the sheets out from beneath the two of you and draped them round your hips, before reaching out and flicking off the bed side light, submerging the two of you in darkness. The two of you shared a wonderful night together, heads full of thoughts only of one another.

The next morning, you awoke alone in the bed. It was still early so you sat up confused. You got up and dressed before making your way to the kitchen, only to find Yoongi sat in the living room. He wasn’t dressed, only wearing the boxers he had thrown on the night before. He was just staring at the wall, hard look on his face as he was deep in thought.

‘Hey... Why did you get up so early?’ You sat down next to him, pulling your knees up to your chest. ‘Yoongi?’ You tried again when he didn’t answer.

‘I got a call from one of the lawyers just now.’ You sat up straight, attention captured. You gestured for him to continue.

‘They found the person who planted the cameras.’ Your eyes widened in shock at his bluntness.

‘What!? H-how...’ You could barely talk. This was a good thing right?

‘They want us to come into the office asap for a meeting.’

‘Yes of course! Let me um, I’m just gonna make myself presentable.’ He could hear the waver in your voice as you sprang up.

‘You should get dressed too.’ He watched you practically sprint into the bedroom. He rubbed his hand across his face, stress building up. He didn’t want to get his hopes up for the meeting, just for them to be shot down.

[five-rivers]

Wishes on Your Mind

Any situation exposed to both ghosts and Danny’s parents immediately became unforgiveably stupid, no matter what it started out as.  Vacation?  Mental health crisis?  Dinner out?  PTA meeting?  School dance?  Political speech?  Discussion on how to save the city from a ghost invasion?  Chance encounter with a friend in the grocery story?  

None of it could resist the sudden environmental drop in IQ.  

If anyone asked, that was what Danny was going to blame the current situation on.  

He crept around a display of soda cans (10% OFF!) while keeping one ear on the murmur of his mother’s conversation with Mrs. Foley.  One of the new cashiers had just moved into town last week, and the grocery store was infested with wish-construct ghosts.  Invisible wish-construct ghosts, because Desiree had convinced the poor ignorant, gullible cashier to wish them that way.  None of the other shoppers had noticed.  

On one hand, this was great.  He finally knew where Desiree had been hiding out all week and what she’d been doing.  On the other, it would be nice if he wasn’t the only one noticing the problem.  Or if, at least, everyone was running away from the problem.  Or if his mom didn’t know he was in the store. 

Oh, to be a superhero in civilian identity creeping around a grocery store, trying not to break anything while fighting invisible nasties that were influencing the shopping habits of everyone who passed by.  It sucked.  

He sprinted, almost silently, after a thing that was animating grocery carts.  He couldn’t blast it out while he was in human form - what if someone saw? - so he’d have to catch it when it moved between carts.  This brought him back into range of the conversation.  

“I just wish he’d say what he was thinking,” said Maddie.  

Danny heard Desiree giggle and felt her magic settle over him like an enormous sticky cobweb.  Oh, come on!  That was just unfair!  Not only did he have to hunt down Desiree and her minions, he’d have to do it while, what, having no brain mouth filter?  Is that what?  Was it too much to ask for a break?

His mother and Mrs. Foley turned to him with wide eyes.

“Oh, no, I said all that out loud, didn’t I?  Gosh, I’m an idiot, and she’s definitely going to use this to make me think of wishing, make me think about wishing something, shut up, you idiot, you’re going to let something slip!”  He backed away.  

“Danny,” said his mother.

“No, no, no, absolutely not, she can’t know about Dani, or Cujo, or--  Desiree!”

Green mist curled between him and his mother, forming into the genie ghost.  “You mentioned something about wishing for things?  I can make that happen.”

Worst thing was, Danny did know, and it wasn’t like he’d never thought about things like that.  Never thought to wish for-- Maybe this could be a way to get Desiree back into the Zone, he’d wished her way before, if he could only think of one-- Or allies, he could use some backup.  Then again, he’d always wanted to-- He had to negate this wish if he wanted to get anything done--

Danny tripped and stumbled over words as thoughts flicked through his head, faster and faster.  He bit his tongue several times.  Desiree had started out looking amused, but now she seemed rather bored, even though she was dodging blaster shots from Maddie, who had taken cover behind a shelf of produce.  

Honestly, Danny hated ghost fights.  Especially ghost fights like these.

“Then why don’t you wish to stop?”

“Because obviously that would go against my--”  He slammed his hand down over his mouth.  It kept moving but the words were muffled.  He had to come up with a way to keep this thing from making him do something that would reveal his secret!  Wait!  That was it!  He removed his hand.  “I wish I couldn’t do anything that would reveal my secret!”

In Danny’s defense, this situation involved both his parents and ghosts.  He wasn’t immune from the idiocy either.  

He felt the second wish settle over him, pulling some power from the first, but he also felt a great jolt, like getting hit with the Plasmius Maximus tear through him, and his awareness of ghost energy dropped to zero.  

“Anything else you would like to wish for, dear?  Perhaps some long held childhood dream?  A present you never got for Christmas?”

About a dozen thoughts about ghosts and hunting and Phantom and his powers rattled through him, but since he couldn’t articulate any of those, what came out was, “I always wanted a puppy.”

Cujo poofed into Danny’s arms and gave him a big lick across his mouth.  Bleh.  

“Oh,” said Desiree, disappointed.  “You know each other.  I was hoping for a rampage.”

Ugh.  Why couldn’t a nice ghost have Desiree’s powers?  Like Cujo.  

“What?” asked Desiree, alarmed.  

“What?” asked Danny, confused.  He was spewing so much nonsense he wasn’t entirely sure what he was saying.  Were his thoughts always like this?  It seemed really chaotic.  

Then Desiree’s face softened into something almost… dopey?  Her tongue lolled from her mouth and she… Licked him?

What?

“You aren’t eating my son, ghost!” shouted Maddie. 

This was so embarrassing.  Danny wished they were somewhere else right now.  Which, considering that he said that out loud, caused space to warp around him, Desiree, and Cujo.  They were deposited in the park.  The blessedly empty park.

“Ha!” said Danny.   “Your mistake!  Now I can-- Oh, no, I can’t, can I crap, crap, crap, that was a stupid wish.  I just had to say something that would--”  Keep his ghost half out of reach.  “I can’t even say it!”

Desiree barked at him.  Danny froze.  

“Wait.  Cujo?  Is that Cujo in there?  Did my wish put you in Desiree’s body?”

“Idiot!” Danny jumped at Desiree’s voice emanating from Cujo’s body.  “My powers are attached to my body!  Of course the mutt is in there!”

“Ha!” said Danny.  “Serves you right!  Don’t go granting wishes all over the place like that if you don’t like it.”

“You think the dog is going to do any better?  Wish me back!”

“No!  You’ll just start trying to take over the town again, or turn my friends into ghosts, or erase my memory, or--”

Cujo, apparently deciding he wanted more of Danny’s attention, jumped him.  When Cujo was a puppy, this was cute, a bit of a discipline issue, but cute.  In the body of a fully grown and scantily clad ghost, however…

Suddenly, it was a lot less funny.  

“Oh no, this is like Poindexter all over again.  How do we fix this?”  He wished Sam and Tucker were here.  They always knew what to do about things.  

Wait.  Those were words coming out of his mouth and--

Sam and Tucker popped into place to either side of him with a puff of ectoplasmic smoke.  

Sam pulled her toothbrush out of her mouth.  “This had better be good,” she said.  

“Nooooo,” said Tucker, dropping his game controller and falling to his knees.  “My win streak!”

“It isn’t,” said Danny, “it’s horrible.”  Cujo licked him.  Again, as a dog, cute, as Desiree--

Sam dropped her toothbrush and activated her wrist ray, something dangerous in her eyes.  

“Wait!” said Danny.  “It isn’t what it looks like!”

“Then what is it?”

Danny spewed out the whole story, and then some.  It took twice, maybe three times as long as it should have because not having a brain-mouth filter encouraged his brain to follow the weirdest tangents and it was also hard to explain some parts while not being able to talk about Phantom or being half ghost or any of their past fights with Desiree.  

“Okay,” said Sam, as Danny continued narrating every stray thought that crossed his mind, which, unfortunately for him, included some thoughts about how Cujo-in-Desiree felt pushing against his arm, and, oh, that sure got him a glare.  “I wish that all the wishes Danny made today were undone.”

Well, since Danny was still saying everything he was thinking, he was pretty sure it hadn’t worked.  

“Of course it didn’t work!  He’s a dog!  You can’t make a wish that complex and expect him to understand.”

“Oh!  I have an idea!  What if I say, ‘I wish Desiree and Cujo would get their brains back in their heads.’  Do you think that would work?  Oh, no, I said that out loud, too, I’m--”

There was a pop and more smoke - Desiree’s powers really had a lot of smoke effects, didn’t they? - and when it cleared, Desiree and Cujo had their heads back, sure, but they were also on the wrong bodies.  

“Oh,” said Tucker.  “That’s just messed up.”

“You will pay for this, Danny Phantom.  Mark my words, you.  Will.  Pay.”

“That doesn’t sound like the words of someone who needs help, does it?” asked Sam, venomously.  

“How about we get rid of Danny’s wishes before he makes things worse again, okay?”

Honestly, Danny didn’t know how he could make things worse.  Unfortunately, his imagination was all too willing to supply some examples and in short order they were dealing with an earthquake, an alien invasion, and carnivorous daffodils.  

“I wish Danny went back to normal!” screamed Tucker as he was beamed up into a spaceship.  

‘Normal’ to Cujo evidently meant that Danny was in Phantom form, which was fine.  He had control of his words again!  He wasn’t stumbling over his thoughts because what he was saying distracted him!  Victory!

The aliens were still there.  

“I wish all the wishes Desiree and Cujo have granted in the last week went away without hurting anyone!”

When the smoke cleared, Danny, Sam, and Tucker were sitting in the middle of the park, Desiree looming angrily over them.  

“You!” she said.  “I am going to-- Why am I itchy?  Why am I--?  Oh my gosh, do I have fleas?”

“I wish you were back in the Ghost Zone!” said Sam, quickly, taking advantage of her distraction.

“For at least a week!” added Danny.  

Desiree groaned.  “Fine,” she said.  “But this isn’t over, Phantom!”  She melted into the air.  

Cujo yipped happily and crawled into Danny’s lap.  

“Let’s never speak of this again,” said Danny.  

“Agreed,” said Sam.  “But first we’re getting Cujo a flea collar.  I know you let him sleep in your bed sometimes.”

[theother-victoria]

“WANNA PLAY A GAME?”

SYNOPSIS: You’re bored and Heizou seems to be losing his touch lately, so you play a simple game of hide-and-seek to test him.

TAGS: very steamy towards the end but nothing NSFW, (y/n) likes to tease Heizou, (y/n) works as a forensic scientist in this, Heizou is a little shit, I am down bad for this man

This work was inspired by this lovely fanart!

It’s a quiet day at the police station. Most people are relaxing in their offices, trying to find a way to kill time. Occasionally, Tenryou Commission officers stop in to hand in reports or a tourist will ask for directions, but other than that, it’s peaceful.

And you’re bored out of your mind.

There’s nobody in the hall as you walk towards your lover’s office to see what he’s up to. The late afternoon sun spills through the windows and you can see out onto the main street of Inazuma City. Ogura Mio hands a neatly-wrapped package to a customer, no doubt containing an elaborate kimono inside. One of the city’s many stray dogs is taking a nap on the warm steps leading up to the police station, lazily rolling over onto its back and exposing its stomach. Two civilians are conversing with one of the doushin standing guard outside with severe expressions on their faces.

Heizou’s office was located at the end of the hall. You knock at the door and his response comes instantly.

“Who is it?”

“It’s (Y/N).”

The door slides open a few moments later and you’re greeted with the sight of his infectious smile behind his desk as he plays with the jutte he carries at all times.

As always, his office is a mess. Papers are carelessly scattered everywhere, leaving you unable to see the surface of his desk. Several books are stacked on the floor, acting as makeshift paperweights or lying face-down. The window behind his chair is open and with every gust of wind, the loose papers scattered throughout the room and those tacked to the bulletin board flutter and threaten to fly away.

“Honestly!” you groan. “It would do you good to clean your desk for once.”

You move a thick stack of papers and some books off of his desk until you’ve cleared enough space off his desk to sit. With a sly glance, he leans in closer, practically taunting you with that smug look on his face that never fails to get you riled up.

You pull him in by the collar of his shirt, teasing him, daring him, to test you. His hand sneaks around the back of your head, bringing you in for a heated kiss when you suddenly place a finger on his lips, mischief twinkling in your eyes. He whines, disappointment evident in his eyes as you pull away, chuckling to yourself.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, loverboy. We’re still at work.”

You quickly kiss his forehead and pluck the copy of today’s newspaper off his lap while he's distracted by it.

“Latest negotiation between Watatsumi and the Shogunate went well,” you quote. Beneath it, you saw another headline that caught your eye even more.

“Cold case solved after 20 years by Detective Shikanoin Heizou.”

You lightly swat his hand away, which was reaching for the newspaper. “Is this the case I saw you working on a few days ago?”

“That’s right! Now you can’t tell me I’m not making good use of my time!”

You flick him on the forehead and he yelps. “I wish I could say the same thing. The forensic team is absolutely dead right now. There are no autopsies to perform or samples to analyze, so all there is to do is organize paperwork, which I’ve been doing for the past hour and I’m sick of it.”

Ever since the end of the war, you’d seen a sharp drop in crime rates. Previously, you’d find yourselves swarmed with work every day, ranging from missing person reports to autopsies. While you love your job, being surrounded by dead bodies all day and the constant reminder that you were at war really took a toll on your mental health.

But you didn’t want to be bored out of your mind! You felt absolutely useless and desperately needed something to do

And amid your boredom and playful banter with Heizou, a genius idea that would allow you to both have some fun hits you.

“You know, I recall it took you longer than normal to solve this case.”

Heizou falls silent. His eye twitches and you can practically see the gears in his head processing your comment.

“What a shame,” you continue, laughing to yourself over how easily he was falling for your trap. “I think you’re losing your touch, Heizou.”

“I am not!” he protests, steam practically coming out of his ears as he fumes and puffs his cheeks out.

He looks like a child throwing a temper tantrum. How cute.

You quickly slide off his desk and into his lap, stroking his cheek. His hands find your waist and pull you closer and he gently bounces his leg up and down.

“But I know of a way to test your skills.”

He stops bouncing his leg.

“Let’s play a little game of hide and seek. You’ll be the seeker and I’ll be the hider.”

Heizou doesn’t even try to hide his amusement with that knowing smirk.

“Alright, I’ll bite. So, what are the rules?”

Dammit. You hadn’t thought this far yet.

“Um… first off, don’t disturb anyone in their office. Empty rooms are fair game but don’t hide in one being used by someone. Hiding outside is ok, but you can’t go onto the roof or into the city. Give me three minutes to hide and if you can’t find me within five minutes, the game ends.”

“And what’s the reward?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper into this ear. “What do you want it to be?”

“How about I leave it as a secret and have you find out later?”

He finishes with a sharp squeeze of your inner thigh. You let out an embarrassingly high-pitched squeak that he for sure gets a kick out of.

“Go on, then. Don’t make this too easy for me. I look forward to this little game of yours.”

You hurriedly slide off his lap, heart racing as you scurry out of his office. Behind the closed door, you could hear him counting.

Shit. What have you done? There’s no way you’d be able to outsmart him in a game like this, where he enjoyed the thrill of the chase.

But you were running out of time. You had to come up with something, and fast.

Think: if I were Heizou, what would I do?

If I were Heizou, I’d probably… hide in plain sight. Trail the criminal behind their backs until they’ve given up before apprehending them.

So you do just that. You sneak outside, avoiding the doushin, and hide behind some crates. A black cat wanders up to you and rubs its head against your leg, purring contentedly. You pause to stroke it, patting the base of its tail as it arches its back in bliss and meows. You’re about to stroke its ears when it suddenly perks up, alert, before dashing off. Mere moments later, you hear Heizou step outside as you had anticipated.

He looks around before heading left, disappearing behind the back of the building. You sneakily trail him in a circle behind his back as he examines behind crates and presses his face against windows, even circling back around and almost catching you at one point, until he’s at the front entrance again. Looking around one more time, he heads back inside.

You fidget. What now? Heading back inside would be part of your plan to trail him but this could all just be a ploy to lower your guard.

Then again, what would your superiors say if they found you outside like this…

You ultimately decide to head back inside. You were familiar with the floor plan and it’d save you the chance of being chewed out by Kujou Sara later. More importantly, while hiding outside was a good idea, it wasn’t a permanent solution. It’d only work for so long before Heizou would appear out of nowhere and catch you.

The doushin are looking the other way now, so you quickly sneak back inside. To your left are the offices while the laboratory is off to the right. You avoid the lab, which has delicate equipment and samples and make your way to your office.

As you make your way through the halls- avoiding Kujou Sara’s office and Heizou’s- a sudden realization hits you.

It’s been awfully silent this entire time. You haven’t seen or heard any sign of him since you went inside.

Has he been predicting your every move ever since the start of the game?

Either way, you were in too deep to chicken out now.

Glancing over your shoulder, you quickly enter your office. You consider locking the door behind you but decide that it wouldn’t be fair to him.

You glance at the clock on the wall. Three minutes had passed. Two minutes were remaining. The workday was almost over as well. Yes, you wanted to win but you weren’t going to stoop that low.

You settle into your chair and lean back. Maybe a small nap wouldn’t be so bad. The police station was vast and it’d take a while to walk from one end to the other. Heizou may be a prodigy detective, but time was against him.

You close your eyes. You feel your breaths getting deeper and your limbs getting heavier.

It’s only been a short while, but after some time, you feel someone’s presence beside you. They’re poking you incessantly and begrudgingly, you open your eyes, only to see Heizou smirking down at you, apple green eyes glinting.

Your sleepiness is gone in a flash. Awake now, you jolt upright and attempt to flee, only for him to pin you down against your desk.

“Found you.”

He dips and bites your neck with his sharp teeth. A strangled yelp escapes you. You cover your hand with your mouth but Heizou pushes it away.

“Don’t try and hide anything from me, (Y/N). I’ll make you confess every last dirty little sin of yours and I want to hear it.”

Heat crawls up your neck from his words. He bites and sucks at the soft skin, leaving marks for everybody to see. One of his hands trails down your chest to the waistband of your pants, where he teasingly tugs them down. Heizou’s touch leaves goosebumps in its wake and you shiver. He laughs at your reactions and you whine, slapping his arm.

“H-Heizou, please…”

“Look at you. I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already a flustered mess.”

You pout and yank him forward by his choker. You press your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the heat pooling between your legs and the action doesn’t go unnoticed by Heizou. His eyes darken in anticipation and lust and he pushes your thighs apart, hooking your legs around his waist.

“Tell me what you want. Ask nicely and remember- only good girls get what they want.”

“Just kiss me already,” you demand. Teasingly, his lips brush against yours gently. You growl in frustration and pull on his hair, eliciting a groan from him. Flat on your back now with your wrists pinned above your head, Heizou pants into the kiss, clumsily attempting to unbutton your shirt.

A loud knock at the door makes you both freeze, the haze clouding your minds instantly dissipating.

“Kujou Sara here.”

Your blood turns to ice in your veins. As the door starts to open, you finally react. You tug your wrist free from his grasp and push him away. He hides underneath your desk right as the door opens to reveal your boss standing in the doorway.

She nods in greeting. You nod back and discreetly try to make yourself look more presentable. You pray to the Shogun that she doesn’t notice your disheveled appearance or bruises littering your skin.

Briefly, you wonder if she already knows what just happened. If she does, she doesn’t show it or chooses to ignore it.

“Good afternoon, (Y/N). Have you finished those reports I asked for the other day?”

You nod and pull a stack of papers off from the side of your desk. As she accepts them, you feel something sharp pinch your inner thigh and it’s all you can do to not flinch.

She turns away momentarily and you take the opportunity to look down. Heizou’s resting his head on your lap, looking at you with a cunning smirk. A small bite mark on your skin makes you grit your teeth.

That bastard! He bit you!

Heizou was lucky you loved him otherwise you would’ve exposed him in front of his boss immediately.

“By the way, (Y/N).”

You turn towards her as Heizou plants butterfly kisses along your thigh, occasionally sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. A shiver goes up your spine and you fail to hide it in time. Sara raises an eyebrow and you laugh it off.

“Just cold, that’s all. Is something the matter?”

“... I thought I heard something coming from your office earlier. Did something happen?”

You shake your head, fighting back the heat that crept up your neck.

Don’t tell me she heard us…

“Have you seen Shikanoin Heizou? He’s been gone all day and I’ve been trying to track him down.”

You bite back a laugh at that. Heizou pokes you under the table and you kick him in return.

“I wish I did. If I see him, I’ll tell you.”

She nods her thanks and turns to leave. Halfway out though, she stops and casts a look at you over her shoulder. There’s a knowing look in her eyes and your heart sinks to your stomach..

“... I’d suggest keeping your voice down next time.”

And with that, she closes the door. Heizou bursts out laughing and re-emerges from his hiding spot. You push yourself up from your chair and storm over to the wall, hiding in the corner out of shame and embarrassment.

“Heizou, I hate you!” you wail as he buries his face into your shoulder from behind as an apology. “Couldn’t you have waited until we got home?”

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologies as he presses a kiss against your cheek. You bat him away with your fists but he easily holds your wrists in place and continues to leave cheeky kisses across your face.

“I’ll make it up to you when we get home, ok?

Heizou’s warm breath tickles your ear and he squeezes your wrists lightly.

“I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”

[lovelycreativecrafts]

Becoming Better | Endeavor x Black Female Reader

Word Count: 1,161

Synopsis: Endeavor meets a woman who doesn't judge him for the things he's done.

Inspiration:

Bible Verse: “Brothers and sisters, do not slander one another. Anyone who speaks against a brother or sister or judges them speaks against the law and judges it. When you judge the law, you are not keeping it, but sitting in judgment on it. There is only one Lawgiver and Judge, the one who is able to save and destroy. But you—who are you to judge your neighbor?” - James 4:11-12

Warnings: Negative Self Talk

Author Notes: This was interesting to write. This one-shot focuses more on thoughts and the conversation. If you liked the short fanfic please like and reblog the post. If not, feel free to leave a comment on how the story could have been made better. I hope you all have a blessed day!!!

I made my way into the store’s open door and the aroma of plants filled my senses. The sun shined through the windows, exposing the colorful flowers that dressed the shop. It was as if they were telling me everything would be fine but I couldn’t help but wonder if it was just the part of me that was still hopeful. The part of me that thought everything will soon work itself out, but I knew that was a lie. It was just wishful thinking. 

I clenched my jaw as my footsteps filled the silence, and I stopped at the front desk. In order for things to be right, I have to pay for what I’ve done. 

“Excuse me, is anyone here?” 

“Oh, I’ll be right with you, sir.” A soft voice answered. 

I crossed my arms and waited for the woman to make her appearance known.

Honestly, I wouldn’t blame her if she decided not to accept my request. I don’t deserve it. 

“How can I help you, sir?” 

I turned toward the woman's voice and found her standing behind me with a small smile on her face and flower petals stuck in her curly ponytail. Her skin complexion was darker than mines and she was shorter than me like most people. Once her brown eyes connected with my red ones, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. 

That’s an interesting reaction.

“I wanted to get a bouquet for someone.” I started.

The woman quickly gather her composure and I continued, “I don’t want it to seem romantic just something that says thank you and I’m sorry.” I lowered my voice at the end of my request.

The woman grabs her chin and looks off to the side. I frowned.

I knew it. Of course, she wasn’t going to take my request. Why would anyone want to help a horrible father? 

The woman looked back at me and her eyebrows raised, “I think I have an idea. Um, could you please follow me?” 

Before I could respond, she pivoted and walked to the corner of her shop. I followed her and made my way through rows of flowers. The woman stopped in front of bold-colored flowers that were in full bloom. 

The woman grabbed a blue flower from the rack, “I think the best flowers for this occasion would be iris flowers. They represent hope and faith. What do you think of them?” 

I unfolded my arms and took the flower from her hands. The petals of the flower were spread open revealing the pistil. The flower seemed to calm my thoughts and my body relaxed. I handed the flower back to the woman. 

“I like it,” I stated. 

A smile stretched across her lips, “That’s great, I’ll add more to the bouquet in order for it to complement each other and give a greater meaning. Would you like the bouquet made today?” 

“Yes,” I answered. 

Her smile widened further, “Okay.” The woman turned to the irises and grabbed more. 

Why is she helping me? She didn’t just grab a few flowers, but she intentionally thought about the meaning of the flowers. Perhaps she was just afraid of me, as most people are. 

“Thank you for doing this for me.” 

“Of course.” The woman said. 

I made my way back to the front desk, and I sighed as I ran my hand through my hair. 

Even if she did it because she was afraid of me it was still nice of her to create a purposeful bouquet. I barely deserve this much. The things that I’ve done cannot be forgiven nor can it be fixed. Abusing my children and wife, I deserve every bit of their hatred. That’s why I have to make up for it, for the rest of my life. 

The woman walked behind the register and showed me the bouquet, “What do you think?” 

The bouquet was filled with blue irises with a touch of white roses and greenery. 

 “I like it, it’s beautiful,” I told her. 

“Thank you.” The woman handed me the bouquet, and she began typing away at her computer. 

As the woman typed she would repeatedly look at me in the corner of her eye and back at her computer. Is she reconsidering taking my order?

“What is it? Why do you keep looking at me?” 

“Oh uh, I didn’t mean to. I just thought I could ask you something but it’s not-”

“What would you like to ask me?” 

Perhaps it’s about Dabi. 

The woman looked off to the side and grabbed her arm. “Um well, I-uh-I just wanted to ask if . . . I could possibly g-get your autograph?” The woman’s voice lowered. 

I knitted my eyebrows, “My autograph?” 

The woman looked at me as she nodded her head, and I clenched my jaw. Once the woman noticed my silence she began to speak more clearly. 

“You don’t have to, you’re just my top favorite Hero and I really feel like I’m in a dream right now and-”

“I don’t deserve your admiration.” I interrupted her rant. 

“Haven’t you heard of the things I did? The trauma and pain I caused can not be forgiven. I am no hero.” 

The woman held her head down, “Oh, I’m sorry. That was selfish of me. I heard about the story from your son. I’ve should have been more considerate of what you’re going through right now.” 

Why is she apologizing? Shouldn’t she be angry at me?

The woman lifted her head and looked into my eyes, “But, you shouldn’t talk about yourself like that.” 

My eyes widened at her statement, “What?”

“I’ll admit that what you did was wrong, but that doesn’t make you a villain. You didn’t intentionally do those things.” 

I frowned, “But the things I did are unfor-” 

“They are forgivable. I’m sure people have already forgiven you. Nobody is perfect. I have done things I thought were unforgivable and yet the people that I’ve hurt have forgiven me and I have forgiven myself.” 

“But for me to treat my family so terribly, I . . .” I paused. 

The woman sighed, “Endeavor, we all do things we regret but part of life is not about trying not to make mistakes. It’s about realizing our mistakes and changing to become better.” 

Who is this woman? Does she happen to also be a therapist? But is she right? Am I just bathing in my own self-loathing? I know I needed to make up for the things I’d done. But to change, to become a better father, husband, and a better hero? Of course, I needed to change and I can start now with this woman. 

I took a deep bow, “Thank you, ma’am, for giving me your wisdom.”

“You don’t have to bow. I was just ranting if anything.” The woman blurted. 

I came up from my bow, “Now about that autograph.” 

Brightness came back to her features, and a smile tugged at my lips. 

[aftonfamilyvalues]

This is a huge ramble of me mostly tooting my own horn so feel free to ignore, but I honestly do my best work as a crypto. I’d love to be out and proud about it, but I’d lose my job and that’s the primary way I’m able to help other women the most. I’m good at finding ways to translate radfem ideas into more acceptable language, getting other women thinking about them without feeling like they’re committing a thought crime, and then slowly working through it until they start to use the words that actually apply to their experiences (female, woman, misogyny, etc) instead of the TRA terminology. I got my entire libfemmy gender studies class from “sex work is work!” to genuine critiques of the existence of prostitution. I got multiple women involved in my college’s trans org to come around on trans women in female sports, in female prisons, so on. TRAs are telling the truth when they whine about how us “cis bitches” and “nb afabs” and “straight” trans men are always one conversation away from going terf. The key is using trans inclusive language only as long as they do, setting up the conversation and letting their common sense fill in the gaps for what you can’t say. When in doubt, if you need to get a discussion on misogyny going, just say whatever the problem is must be even worse for trans women. The goofier you sound saying it, the better, because every woman you’re talking to will think “how the fuck would this particular issue affect them more than me.” Be a well meaning, safe feminist who knows her shit about the theory and how men work but seems to only get her knowledge on trans issues from the assumption that trans women truly are just like us, and the women around you will peak themselves trying to figure out how someone who’s so ideologically sound on every other issue could possibly think trans women are more oppressed by abortion bans than actual women. That’s the problem with a movement based on language policing and denying reality, all it takes is a good public speaker with some political savvy to play into it while actively leading people away. The one time I got accused of terf rhetoric because one guy got mad I’m openly anti porn, I had a dozen trans and pronoun in bio people going to bat for me. By the time four of them realized I actually was one, they all were too lol

exactly! i think a lot of women are in the dark about these sorts of issues. the whole "sex work" thing for example, theyve been told that these women WANT to do it! and porn? well they have this notion that its all consensual, it doesnt hurt anyone, its actors and actresses doing a job! but once you start to expose hoe cruel and fucked up it is, a lot of them come around. when that was me, my thought process was i didnt want anyone discriminated against, i didnt want anyone hurt, i just wanted people to be able to do what they wanted and live their lives how they wanted as long as it didnt hurt anyone. i still think that way but learning the truth about how these thing are harmful, it changed my outlook on these issues. i wish i could redo college with what i believe now, i can think of a few class discussions i would have completely flipped changed.

[the-badger-mole]

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

This was actually kind of hard to pick, if you can believe that. But I picked this scene because it feels like a conversation the Gaang deserved to have. It is from Serenade on a Mournful Night (part 3 of Out of Yesterday's Ashes.

{Before this, Aang has actually admitted that he can't go into the Avatar State, and the team gets a chance to discuss how it affects their plans.}

"We should probably strategize," Sokka said. He settled on Katara's other side. He took an enthusiastic slurp of his dinner.

"Don't you want to wait for Dad and the others?" Katara asked. "Also, didn't we already plan a strategy for the invasion?"

"That was before we found out about... Aang's little problem." Sokka spoke out of the side of his mouth, as if he were trying to keep a secret from someone.

"Aw, come on, Sokka," Toph groaned. "What changes? Ozai will be completely powerless. Aang still has water, air and earth. Honestly, Aang, take your pick. Run him through with an icicle; crush him with a rock; heck, suffocate him if you want. Get creative." Aang's jaw had dropped in horror, and his face had gone increasingly paler with every suggestion.

" Toph!" He yelped. "That's awful! Are you nuts? I'm not doing any of that!"

The silence that descended on the camp was even more loaded than the one that followed his confession about the Avatar State. Katara exchanged glances with Sokka and Toph, finally settling back on Aang.

"Aang," she said hesitantly. "You know that killing Ozai was the point of the invasion." Aang shook his head.

"The plan was to go in and beat him," he told them. "No one said anything about killing him."

{And now it's out in the open that Aang doesn't want to kill Ozai. It always bugged me that the show waited until the second to last episode to have Aang address his refusal to kill. I feel like even this is a bit too late for it to come up, but I think it works because it also exposes a breakdown in communication among the friends about what is to be done with Ozai. Katara, Sokka and Toph are of course on the same page. They've known all their lives that to end the war, Ozai had to die. It's not something that needed to be discussed point blank, because they assume everyone in the world is on the same page. For Aang, the war isn't something concrete. He knows he's supposed to end it, but he doesn't put much thought into what ending it means. }

"You needed that spelled out for you?" Toph asked incredulously. "Of course we want to kill him." Aang leapt to his feet. His forgotten bowl of stew flew off of his lap, spilling the thin broth and vegetables on the ground.

"No!" He shouted. "If I kill Ozai- if I kill him while he can't defend himself, I'll be no better than he is!"

"It's not the same thing!" Sokka insisted. "Ozai needs to be taken out because he's a monster!"

"He's a human being!" Aang countered.

"Just barely!" Now Sokka got to his feet. Katara sat between the two and tugged on their shirts to get them to sit down. Neither paid attention to her.

"I was taught that all life is sacred." Aang had drawn himself to his full height amd met Sokka's ranting with righteous indignation. "The monks said that-"

"Oh, here he goes with the monks," Sokka groaned throwing his hands out. "There is proof that your precious monks weren't against fighting back. And maybe if they got onboard with fighting back a little sooner, they wouldn't all be dead now."

{Another bit I wish had been addressed in the show was Aang's naive clutching at the philosophies he was taught. I don't intend this to mean that Aang is wrong to turn to what the Monks taught, but I do want to challenge his incomplete understanding of their beliefs. After all Aang was only 12 when he left the monks. He's got the equivalent of a 6th grade education. Whatever he has learned is not all there is to know. Sokka is being mean because he's frustrated that Aang seems to be screwing his eyes shut to what's happening around him, but delivery aside, he's not completely wrong, either}

" Sokka! " Katara gasped. Aang chest was heaving with anger, and his fists shook at his sides. Suddenly, he let out a high pitched shriek and threw himself on Sokka. Now his fists flew wildly, landing blows wherever they could.

"Woah! Twinkle Toes!" Toph's mouth dropped open in shock. Sokka mostly blocked the attack, but he occasionally threw much more precise punches at the younger boy.

" Stop fighting! " Katara shouted. Still she was ignored. She looked across the fire in exasperation. Toph seemed to find the situation hilarious. She was almost doubled over in laughter while the fight went on. Katara scowled at her and attempted once more to break up the brawl.

" Ah !" Sokka cried. His hands flew up to his face, but already there was blood seeping through his fingers. Katara caught the back of Aang's shirt and dragged him back away from her brother.

"That's enough !" she told him. Aang saw the blood dripping down Sokka's arm, and the fight drained out of him.

"Sokka, I'm... I'm so-" Aang tried to move toward him, but Sokka put his hand up, and Katara held him back.

{I think this section is my favorite part. Sokka and Aang are siblings having a fight, and it got out of hand. What they are fighting about is more serious than most of us will ever fight with our siblings about, but I think all of us who grew up with siblings recognize this scene. }

"Forgedd it," Sokka said. His voice sounded weirdly nasal, as if he had a cold. "Just make sure you have the same energy when you face Ozai and maybe we'll actually have a shot at ending this war for good." He spun on his heel and stormed away from the campsite. Katara let go of Aang and followed Sokka into the woods.

"Wait, Katara," Aang called after her. She glanced over her shoulder with an odd, pinched expression on her face.

"I have to make sure his nose isn't broken," she said. "Just stay here, alright? Sokka! Hold up!" Aang stared helplessly after her, but he did as she told him, and sat down.

{A lot of people think that I don't recognize that Aang is a child, but I think I understand that better than the creators of the show. I wanted in this story to show Aang's childishness. He's not malevolent, but he is thoughtless and naïve sometimes. Sometimes he reacts without thinking through the consequences. He's not the wisest person in the show, or even within the group, and part of his growing up process is having his worldview challenged.}

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[seokth]

mother knows best | 13

— drabble 13 ; of breakups and bouquet tosses —

pairing | ot7 x female reader (platonic), ot7 moms & female reader

summary | being the only woman in a friend group with seven men automatically makes you the love interest in seven mothers’ wistful romantic stories. though your relationship with the guys remains completely platonic, the marriage fantasy their moms frequently project onto you and their sons has them coming up with all sorts of shenanigans to make you their daughter-in-law. mother knows best, you suppose.

warnings | overbearing moms, attempts at humor, platonic, slice of life au

series index | general masterlist

It’s a fine day today, not too sunny, not too cloudy, either; yet Jung Hoseok finds himself blinking a few times because his eyes can’t quite comprehend the sight of you laughing with a bunch of his cousins here at his sister’s wedding.

His hand comes up to his arm but the sudden pinching sensation he feels is definitely not his own doing.

What?

He looks down on the thumb and index finger squeezing the flesh of his exposed forearms before realization creeps up on him.

“Eomma.”

“Hm?” Mrs. Jung hums innocently as her son breaks away from her hold.

“Stop pinching me. You’re not still mad, are you?” he asks, rubbing the sore skin.

“Oh? So you agree? There is something I should be mad about?”

Hoseok grimaces. Though his mother is usually gentle, the accusatory words coming out of her mouth weren’t exactly new. He sighs.

“Eomma,” he repeats. “There is nothing to be mad about. It was you who invited Y/N here.”

“As your plus-one!” Mrs. Jung retorts, not looking at him and instead glaring from across the room at what seems to be a cozy conversation happening between you and one of her nephews.

“O-kay?” he draws out the syllables in uncertainty. “If that’s your intention, then what’s the problem? She’s here, isn’t she?”

“No, my son,” she tuts at him, shaking her head despondently instead of angrily. “She’s not here,” she waves a hand at the empty space on her son’s side, “she’s there. Talking to your cousin. Laughing. Without you.”

He sighs. Both because his mother’s (and all the guys’ mothers’) antics were getting even more ridiculous now, and because while he usually wouldn’t have a problem granting his mother’s wishes, this particular request proves to be more complicated than most.

“It’s not that easy, Eomma. Not anymore.”

Another sigh escapes him. Though your romantic relationship ended all those years ago back in college, you both remained civil and friendly (and on a good day, close) with each other, being in the same friend group. But now that he’s thinking about it, this is probably the first time in a long time that you and him are in the same social setting together without the company of your six other friends.

Those weekly Sunday lunches always involved the other guys and the moms. That bungee jumping adventure was buffered by Seokjin. Come to think of it, there was never a time when the both of you were completely left alone.

Does he even want to be alone with you? Does he even want to place himself in what is sure to be a bit of an awkward situation? Can he even be alone with you, when both of you had shared parts of each other that most friends hadn’t?

Mrs. Jung softens at the contemplative expression on her son’s face.

“You’re overthinking things,” she says softly. “I know I keep badgering you to rekindle things with Y/N, but honestly? The best thing that could come out of this is you two being comfortable with each other again, just like how you were before.” She pauses. “Remember, Hoseok, you were friends first before you became a couple.”

“But how do I— What do I even say?”

“Well, you tell her she looks beautiful, for starters. Then,” she gives him a smile, “you tell her you’re glad she came.”

The double meaning isn’t lost on him.

So he gathers his courage and finally approaches you just as his cousin, the one you were talking to, moves away. You catch his eye when he’s a few steps away, and to his utter relief, you give him the brightest smile.

“Hi,” he says unsurely yet determinedly.

“Hi,” you respond softly yet welcomingly.

The soothing sounds of the acoustic guitar serves as a background noise for the both of you. Though the wedding guests are now clamoring as the bride and groom are taking their first dance, the two of you are stuck in your own bubble for a few short moments.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, Hobi.” You see him grin at the nickname. “You look beautiful, yourself.”

“Thanks,” he says, chuckling. “Anyways, you made it!”

You let out an exaggerated sigh. “I almost didn’t. Traffic was terrible! Almost gave up halfway and turned around, but I wanted to be here for you and unnie. You know, since the guys couldn’t make it today.”

He grins in appreciation. “Thank you,” he says earnestly. “Even though it wasn’t easy, I’m… I’m really glad you came.”

The double meaning isn’t lost on you, either.

“Yeah,” you respond softly. “It… It was tough, but I’m really glad things happened the way they did.”

Something shifted in the air that moment. Something tells you that awkwardness, hesitance, and uncertainty aren’t gonna get in the way of your friendship’s full potential anymore. Something in the air tells you that your friendship, though already around a decade old, is only just beginning.

Just as Hoseok opens his mouth to invite you bungee jumping again (but maybe this time, without Seokjin), an all too eager form is clutching your arm excitedly and dragging you away to the middle of the dance floor.

“Eomma?!”

“Mrs. Jung?”

“Less talk, more walk,” she shushes both of you while beckoning her son to follow, as well. “It’s time for the bouquet toss! Y/N, dear, stand here.”

You both come to a stop in the middle of the dance floor in a sea of bride’s maids and other women.

“Y/N,” Mrs. Jung repeats, cupping your cheek to ensure your full attention. “That bouquet is yours for the taking.”

“What?” Your face is filled with questions.

“Don’t hold back, okay, sweetheart? I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. Just give it your all and catch that bouquet, got it?” She doesn’t wait for your reply before she leaves you standing there. “Good. Now, where’s Hoseokie? I need to get him ready for the garter toss…”

“But, Mrs. Jung, wait—”

Your words are silenced. Both because Mrs. Jung is already out of hearing range, and most importantly, because a beautiful, elegant bouquet suddenly fell from the air and right into your unexpecting hands.

[yushnikka]

They are so young.

I recently started replaying TLOU2 and I love the dialogue between Ellie and Dina during Seattle Day 1. Kudos to the writers of the game because they seem like typical teenagers who share their wildest dreams. When I think about TLOU2 I think of all the brutal scenes of violence and mistreatment of one's own community (i.e., Ellie's reaction to Dina's pregnancy, the Bigotry from Seth, etc.).

Although, the passing dialogue of Seattle Day 1 reminds me that Ellie and Dina are only teenagers. I remember going along with whatever my friends dreamed of at the cusp of adulthood. Go to another country? Sure. Rent a house to hangout? Absolutely. But none of these things were ever going to happen and we knew that. The inevitably of our dreams for each other not coming true did not need to be mentioned.

A good example of them having dreamy teen ideas is their dialogue after leaving the Courthouse in Seattle Day 1:

Dina: You know... I’ve always dreamed of fixing up a farm... Just outside of Jackson.

Ellie: Why wouldn’t you stay in town?

Dina: I dunno. I like the idea of real space.

Ellie: Sounds lonely.

Dina: Only if you’re doing it alone.

Ellie: Okay. So, are we going to like... raise sheep and milk cows?

Dina: Are you making fun of me?

Ellie: (smiles) No. It actually sounds... kinda nice.

Dina: Really?

Ellie: Yeah. Really.

Or when Dina talks about Jesse's dreams, back when they are still in Jackson.

Dina: Jesse talked a lot about going to Canada. He said there’s these. Like, giant waterfalls out there he wanted to see.

Of course, they and "we", the player, don't know that Dina's dream will become real (sorry, Jesse) but the conversation starts and ends casually. Or whether they'll even survive together in Seattle Day 1. Although, surprisingly, as we get closer to the News Sation, Dina starts to question exactly what Ellie is going to do to Joel's killers.

I find Dina's questioning to be very real, Ellie's plan seems half-baked and completely driven by her grief. It is funny that I want to say "they have nothing better to do" as if they are not actively surviving an apocalypse. (That statement is a by-product of being a jaded adult.) But Ellie and Dina have gone through immeasurable loss, exposed to and participated in horrific violence, it is not surprising that this is the course of action they took.

Back to the topic, Dina's questioning seems real because they are really getting into the thick of it when continuing the journey to the TV Station. They are slowly finding out that the WLF is currently feuding with The Serphites and had intimate encounters with FEDRA. Plus, the WLF are now concerned about Ellie and Dina getting their lick back due to Abby killing Joel. Here's some dialogue of Dina and Ellie closing in on the TV Station.

Dina: Ugh. This one’s fresh. And he’s got one of those wolf patches.

Ellie: Guess they didn’t make it out with their gas after all.

Dina: That’s good, right?

Ellie: If those fuckers who killed Joel got taken out by some random infected...

Dina: Then they’d still be dead, Ellie.

Ellie: I’m not sure that’s justice.

Dina is a voice of reason, she communicates her empathy and concern for Ellie's situation. I find Dina's, comments to be expected since they did travel for weeks just to be in *way more* shit than they bargained for.

Honestly, this is far as my thought go. I wish I could write more but I couldn't articulate it well. ( > _ < '')

I just wanted somewhere to put my thoughts as I replay the game.

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I got the Transcript from this website: The Last of Us Part II Full Transcript (game-scripts-wiki.blogspot.com)

The colors are just because I like to color code for no reason.

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WWJD? What Would Joel Do?

(It's just me making the ASL "J" sign over my chest, like it's the sign of the christian cross) The "J" sign is backwards when I do it but you get the gist.

[winns-stuff]

Something I think should be more talked about (aside from the plotlines in LO dropping like flies) is that one plotline with persephones red eyes.

So, I think that red eyes are typically used to symbolize "ones baser instincts" such as anger, libido, etc urges of the id (like ego, superego and id - where id is akin to impulse. Superego can be seen as 'law and order' to id's choas and ego is the middle management of those two principles) And also its commonly used to show if a character has a split in personality (which lends to the trope of having an "evil alter"). So persephones red eyes can be seen as her "baser instincts" or "undesirable" instincts that show up from time to time where she commits acts of wrath or is horny. And again, this is yet another damaging way to show mental illness. If Persephone is supposed to be kore's "bad side" it falls into the evil alter trope which isnt great. Cause RS set it up that Persephone could have DID (dissociative identity disorder) with kore being her "good side" and Persephone being her "bad side" .. That along with how she handled minthes bpd just... Doesn't look great. And then the red eyes thing falls off thr face of the planet until random intervals when their included.

Like we had a scene where Persephone is basically dissociating and talking to herself in the mirror (with the red eyes) and she has a conversation with herself and then... It went nowhere. We never see her do that again, its just the red eyes which show up and a sort of change in personality occurs (she becomes angry and kills people / is "turned on").

And with Minthe being villainized and Persephone sort of having a "split" in personality - both are not good accounts of mental illness especially if this is how people are first exposed to said mental illnesses (like seeing people with bpd as abusers because Minthe was supposed to narratively be one).

Sorry if this doesn't make much sense I'm sure someone else can articulate why this is a problem far better than I can.

No I understand what you’re trying to say, the whole red eyes thing is pretty weird because like you said it felt like in the beginning it was made to be like “evil Persephone” and in the first season it really did feel like Kore and Persephone were supposed to be two different people but I guess Rachel scratched that either because of (possible??) backlash or the fact that it wouldn’t look good on Persephone who’s supposed to be a sweet cinnamon roll.

It’s genuinely annoying how the comic has just boxed Persephone into this “I’m cute innocent and sexy!!! everyone wants me!!” trope and let it stunt her own character. Rachel wrote Persephone in hopes of showing people that you can be cute and soft but still stand your ground which could’ve been a likable character if she wasn’t morphed into less kind and soft to manipulative and defenseless. Like I’ve said before, it’s annoying how many people equate kind and soft characters to being weak and defenseless, it’s just pushing this stereotype that you have to be completely ruthless in order to be strong. There’s way more ways to be a strong person than just being a brute force though and I wish people would explore that more it’s irritating and genuinely tiring.

Anyways back to the red eyes, I really hope she wasn’t trying to go for DID to be presented in the comic with the whole red eyes thing. I don’t have DID but I’m close friends with someone who does and it’s really frustrating for me to witness people spread such terrible information about it. I don’t feel like it’s my place to really get angry or to talk about so I’ll just leave this statement as is, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Rachel did go this route with mental health.

Trauma in this comic is literally a stereotype honestly, and if you don’t believe me just look at how it’s placed. The characters who do suffer from trauma make everything about it (Hades), everything gets excused because of it and the person gets to run away from all accountability while blaming their trauma on their disgusting actions (Hades.), no one can suffer more than another person especially if the trauma isn’t physical which in that case it is deemed invalid because duh in order to have trauma you have to have proof of it happening!! (.. Hades, y’all sensing a theme here?) The last part was sarcasm but the comic makes it it’s mission to use every single statement people who don’t view trauma as a big deal say to those who suffer through it every single day. There’s no difference.