#i saw someone say he just does it for fun in secret in his room and I support that take

[skachacharealsmooth]

if p3d has taught us anything, it’s that the most important untold and unexplainable piece of persona 3 canon is the fact that male mc can AND WILL just. cartwheel. I need the lore

[papercorgiworld]

The Death Eater Drabbles:

Untie me

Mattheo, Theodore, Enzo, Draco and Blaise

A certain death eater ends up being your prisoner and he is being a bit difficult.

Warning: suggestiveness

A/N: Apparently drabbles are supposed to be exact 100 words long, so let’s call this the drabble+ version because you get extra words for free. Yey!

Also, like technically I wrote a part 2, but I don’t really like it cause it’s a tiny bit angsty and feels boring. But then again, I’m pretty sure there’s a braincell working on part 3. So I really have no idea where this is going. But for now this is just a short fun thingy on its own.

I added part 2: Cuts and bruised egos

The war against Voldemort and his deatheaters was lasting longer than expected. Somehow you had ended up in charge of the top secret safehouse of the order of the phoenix. Only a select few members knew about it. It was a place of refuge in case of emergency, you had permanency there in case of medical emergencies and to study books to find out more about horcruxes.

You were brewing wiggenweld potions to be prepared for the next wounded person that might be brought in. Then suddenly you heard a lot of noise and grabbed your wand, pointing it towards the door. Thankfully you heard Harry say the password and the door swung open revealing the golden trio and someone else whose head was covered.

The mystery person struggled as Ron and Harry dragged them inside. It was then that you noticed their hands were tied behind their back. Hermoine saw your confused and worried expression. “Don’t worry I enchanted the ropes. It’s safe.” The mystery person snorted at Hermoine’s words. You nodded but that wasn’t on your mind at all. “Who is it?” You asked with urgency. Ron pushed the person into the guest room and pulled off the bag covering the mystery person’s face.

Your eyes widen.

“Mattheo Riddle.”

It takes a moment before you proces what Hermoine said and what you’re seeing, but it is true. The golden trio managed to capture the dark lord’s son. “Look (y/n), we gotta leave now. You have to watch him. But be careful. You can’t trust him.” You stare at Harry as he gives you your orders. You would much rather have an explanation. However there seems to be no time for that, because they’re already at the front door again. “Be safe.” You whisper and the three grimace before shutting the door.

You turn around and make your way to the guest room where, believe it or not, Mattheo Riddle is still standing with his hands tied behind his back. His face is bloody, clothes dirty and hair messy. Clearly he didn’t go down without a fight. But, apparently he wasn’t slapped around enough since his arrogant smirk was still ever present. “Aren’t you going to untie me?” He asks like you were being a little slow. You frown. “No. Of course not. I’m not stupid.” You say, annoyed with his attitude. He smiles wickedly and licks his lip taking a small step towards you. “So, does that mean you’re going to feed me? And wash me?” You’re baffled and your mouth falls open for a moment. “Looking forward to it, love.” Mattheo adds taking another step in your direction. You huff and turn around, closing the door behind you. Oh dear, this is going to be something.

“Theodore Nott.”

You turn to the trio with a questioning look. “Long story.” Is all Ron says. “We need to leave now.” Harry announces. Hermoine grabs you while Harry and Ron leave the room. “Be careful. He’s a death eater. You can’t trust him.” You nod and watch as she hurries to follow her friends. When you hear the front door close you turn to your prisoner. Some of the cuts on his face still bleed, but what is utmost worrying is the bloodstain on his shirt indicating he might have a serious injury. Theo just gives you a smug half smile that makes you feel like he’s in charge. “Mind helping me out?” Theo asks as he turns his head as a way of motioning to his tied hands.

You raise your eyebrows at his ridiculous question. “Oh yes. And shall I also offer you my wand.” You return sarcastically. He huffs like you're being childish and difficult. He takes a seat at the end of the bed and you turn around heading to the door to get rid of his demeaning presence. “Are you going to hold my dick when I have to pee then? Because in that case I might make some extra suggestions. I bet you’re real handy.” His grin shows how much he enjoys playing with you. You throw him a dirty look, but decide to leave it at that and close the door. He’s clearly not that hurt. I’m sure he can bleed for a little longer.

“Enzo Berkshire”

You frown confused. All his friends are death eaters but Enzo as well, that’s a bit surprising. “He attacked us.” Harry explained seeing as you were clearly surprised. “This is a big misunderstanding. I’m a peace negotiator.” Enzo quipped, taking a pleading step towards you. Ron pushes him back immediately. “The bloody worst one ever.” Hermoine shifts her gaze from Enzo to you. “Don’t believe a word he says and make sure he doesn’t escape.” With a dumbfounded expression you watch the trio leave. Zero explanation. It’s always the same with them.

As soon as Enzo hears the front door close he walks towards you. “This is all a big mistake. I’m innocent.” His sudden closeness startles you. For your own safety you have to assume the worst, that he just like his friends serves Voldemort. He ignores the fear in your eyes and pushes on. “(Y/n), please untie me. You can trust me.” You take a step back and shake your head. “Not happening, Enzo.” His face gets desperate as he continues pleading. “But what if I get an ich? Or other things?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively. “Will you come help me?” Not really realizing how dirty Enzo’s suggestion was, you nonchalantly answer: “Sure Enzo.”.

He’s a little surprised by your answer but he isn’t going to let the opportunity pass by. “I guess in that case I’m most definitely a dangerous man, you can never let me escape.” He winks at you and it is only then that you realize what you agreed to. His cheeky smile gets brighter as he sees your face fall when the realization hits you. “No. Whatever you’re thinking Enzo, no.” With that you quickly exit the room with a tomato red face. Great! I’m in charge of a horny death eater, just my luck.

“Draco Malfoy.”

All your curiosity was instantly replaced by annoyance. “You brought Malfoy here. What a blessing.” The words leave your mouth with a thick layer of sarcasm. Draco completely ignores you. “You will pay for this, Potter.” Harry looks at you and smiles while wiggling his eyebrows. “Have fun babysitting him. I would say be careful that he doesn’t escape, but I’m pretty sure the death eaters will bring him back.” A faint laugh escapes you and you walk the trio back to the front door to say your goodbyes.

When you turn around Draco is standing in the doorway of the guest room, now a prison room. “Fucking untie me.” Malfoy demands with venom in his voice. You push against his chest and make him take a few steps back into his new room. “Since you asked so nicely: no.” You answer with fake kindness. “Who do you think you are?” He snaps taking a step towards you. Though you’re slightly intimidated now that he’s towering over you, you manage to keep your cool. “Pretty sure I’m the one in charge here.” Draco huffs, but before he starts snapping again you push his side. He winces in pain and takes a step back.

Just as you thought, the dirt on his shirt indicates a bad fall on his side, probably some painful bruises. “How about you calm down and I will come back later to check your injuries.” He narrows his eyes at you in frustration. “You won’t untie me and now you’re planning on undressing me. Sounds like a bad date.” You roll your eyes and leave the room. A bad date is an understatement.

“Blaise Zabini.”

A small gasp escapes you as you make eye contact with the man under the hood. “You brought Zabini here?” You ask, not ready to process what your eyes are seeing. “We kinda stumbled into him. He was difficult to catch but having one less deatheater on the streets was well worth the work.” Harry explained. You scan over Blaise’s face, immediately noticing several bruises. When he looks up to you, you quickly look away. “Keep your distance. He’s no good.” Hermoine says as the trio leaves the room. Ron pats you on the shoulder as a way of wishing you luck. You watch your friends close the front door as you lean against the doorframe of the guest room.

You turn to Blaise and offer him an awkward smile. He’s the first one to break the silence. “I’m going to be honest. Normally I would find this all very kinky but right now I would really appreciate it if you untie me.” You roll your eyes at his playful tone. “How about: no. And I suggest you keep quiet or I'll tape your mouth shut.” Blaise looks frustrated with your lack of cooperation for a moment, but then his smirk returns. “Even kinkier. This should be fun.” You regret saying anything. “Nothing kinky is going to happen, since I’m leaving.” Blaise is annoyed that you don’t entertain him and go along with his joke. However as he watches you leave he panics. “Hey, I was being serious! You can’t leave me all tied up.” You ignore his frustrated voice and close the door. Seven years at Hogwarts and now I’m stuck with him again. Absolutely lovely.

[am-i-interrupting]

Making Self Deprecating Jokes Around Them

For @aliceneedsphalis

Alastor

Before you got together, he’d chuckle at the jokes but as he started to care about you the laughter would begin to fade.

He’d begin to ask the question, “Who made you think of yourself this way?”

If you could give him the name of people, expect them to be gone when he “crosses paths” with them.

It’s completely unrelated to what you revealed, he promises.

No, no, he just happened to stumble upon them acting a fool and decided to set them straight is all.

It wasn’t until you got together that he started to refute your “jokes.”

The first time he gave a gentle flick to the back of your head, you turned to him gobsmacked.

“Why did you do that?!” “I have rules, my dear, and one of those is to not let the object of my affections talk bad about themselves.”

At some point, you just expect it.

On occasion, you’ll say something and expect it only to not get it.

“What are you doing?” “I’m waiting on you to flick the back of my head.” “Why is that? I do have a sense of humor.”

He’ll wait until you let your guard down and then flick your head as he walks by. It’s no fun if you know it’s coming.

He does try to build your confidence though.

Randomly he’ll pop into your room with a list, a list of all the negative things you’ve said about yourself.

He’ll hold you in front of a mirror and make you look at both yourself and him as he praises what you’ve unconsciously revealed you dislike.

He doesn’t hold back his amusement as he watches you squirm.

Husk

He lets you make the jokes even if he doesn’t like them.

He’s not going to laugh. He barely even reacts.

One day though, he’ll let slip how he feels.

“Do you really think it’s funny, hating yourself? Because I don’t. You cope however you need to. I’m not going to blame you for that but it hurts to see someone I care about so much treat themself so badly.”

He might team up with Charlie or Hell, even Rosie to try to figure out a way to change your coping though.

It’s not overt but more so an offering of different ways for you to cope instead. Giving you more options than the one you have even if you still fall to the crutch.

He’s not one who’s too much of a fan of PDA, much less words of affirmation in public.

In private though, he’s constantly building you up.

He whispers how beautiful, funny, insightful, and strong he thinks you are.

He’ll be half asleep and playing with your hair, watching it weave through his claws, as he looks at you with pupils so blown they take over all the color and go on about how lucky he is to have you.

Rosie

“Now why would ya say that about yourself, hon?” is what she asks the first time you make a joke of that kind.

She wants to help you get to the root of your problems.

She’s going to subtly break into your walls and get the damn to break that holds all the secrets to why you feel this way.

She may or may not give Alastor some names if she hears them.

She might get some kind of positivity train going.

One day you just get a bunch of letters and gifts from friends that explain how much they appreciate and care for you. When you wonder aloud if there’s any special occasion you missed, Rosie just shrugs.

She is a bragger by nature, I believe, but she’d take care to make sure you were in ear shot if she could when she starts bragging about you.

She wants you to know how much she truly cares and appreciates you.

She’ll let everyone else know in the process though.

Vox

This man did not give a single flying fuck about how you saw yourself until he started caring about you in an intimate way.

It’s not that it didn’t bother him before but it didn’t bother him enough for him to make time to do something about it.

He’s a busy man and he’s used to being surrounded by people (*cough cough* Valentino *cough cough*) who will talk his ears off about their problems that he doesn’t actually care about.

He’s not just going to make you spill why you see yourself the way you do without a good enough reason.

He might even laugh at some.

He is a nervous/uncomfortable laughs though so just because he laughs doesn’t mean he finds it funny.

Even when you start dating, he’s not going to ask you why. He’s just going to listen to you ramble about your life and death and out pieces together.

Certain people he looks for on his camera and they disappear.

Aside from singing your praises and showering you with gifts though, he doesn’t really know what to do.

[kaliforniahigh]

casual - n.s.

Inspired by the song Casual by Chappell Roan. Noah is your friend but not your best friend if you know what I mean.

Warnings: angst, Noah is kind of an ass, sad thoughts, neither one of them know how to express themselves and deal with ~feelings~, curse words.

WC: 1.677

Part 2.

My friends call me a loser 'Cause I'm still hanging around I've heard so many rumors That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch

You were used to the title of "friend". You were friends with the band. You met Nick first, some years ago and he introduced you to everyone else, and after that, where everyone was, you weren't far behind.

You graduated with a degree in photography a couple of years ago, and when the chance of touring with the band and learn from Bryan was presented to you, you couldn't refuse. Who would?

You don't exactly remember when things changed so drastically. Granted, you couldn't call Noah your best friend, but you talked to him everyday, you joked around together and even had a secret sign whenever you were at a party, to tell the other one of you was feeling a little overwhelmed, and was going to step out for a bit.

Looking back at it now, you realized these moments only held significance to you. You thought back to the night everything changed. How he was talking to you so smoothly, how he looked you in the eye and payed attention to every word you were saying, how his hands touched your thighs and finally, how he asked you if you wanted to get out of there and maybe go up to his room.

You also remembered how he asked you to leave not even 15 minutes after you were done, how he laid there scrolling on his phone as you gathered your clothes and put them back on, saying goodbye but not sticking around to hear his response. Pain clawed at your chest, but you pushed it down.

So when it happened again at a house party they were throwing, you left before he had to tell you. You told yourself you could do this, you liked him as a friend and not as something more. Besides, you were having fun and he was good, and by the way he was the one seeking you out everytime, you figured he felt the same.

You just didn't consider the fact that you were totally not the only one he was having sex with. Because right now, you were sat at a table at a bar the boys saw not too far away from the venue they were playing at, deciding that a night of drinking was in the cards to commemorate the sucess of the tour so far. And he was at the bar chatting up a pretty blonde. You wanted to know if he was telling her the same things he told you that first time.

"Looks like someone is getting lucky tonight, huh?" Nick sat down next to you, nodding towards Noah and the pretty blonde.

"Looks like it", you acted nonchalant, if any of the boys knew about this thing going on between the two of you, none of them mentioned anything. "He does this often?", you asked him, fishing for information. You had the priviledge of this being the first tour you were embarking on from beggining to end, so no one really thought anything more of your questions.

"Only when we have a hotel room. Can't really do much on a tour bus, you know?", you hummed in agreement, Nick said he was getting more drinks and excused himself.

Later that night, Noah left early (with the pretty blonde) and you went to bed alone.

I thought you thought of me better Someone you couldn't lose

So you decided to do what you did best: distance yourself from him. Every night, you always showed the boys the pictures you'd taken on your camera. Now you told them you wanted to wait until you edited them. You just didn't want anyone to notice you started taking less and less photos of Noah.

Nights out also became less frequent, but everyone just thought the exhaustion of being on tour was finally catching up to you. You didn't bother giving them any other explanation. You had to remind yourself that you were here working, this was your job and you were not gonna let him distract you from that.

You were currently working on some photographs you took on the previous nights, the chatter on the tour bus filling the space. You saw a can of White Claw appear in your field of vision. You didn't have to look up to see that Noah was handing it to you.

You took it from his hand and thanked him, popping it open.

"Is everything good?", he questioned you. He was used to you asking him to sit down, sometimes he would even observe you working because he found it just so relaxing. This time, you barely aknowledged him, just taking the beverage from his hand and going back to work.

"Yeah, just concentrated, you know?", you said, not diverting your eyes from your screen. He thought it was weird, but if you didn't want to talk about it, he wasn't gonna push you. He observed you for the rest of the night.

You honestly didn't know what you expected. For him to take your hands in his and tell you how concerned he was about your sudden distance? For him to notice you were hurting from the decision you made yourself? How much you didn't want to accept that you were like the other girls he banged on a weekly basis? Deep down you knew there was no way for him to know those things if you didn't communicate with him. But he acted like he already forgot what happened, you didn't want to be the one hung up on something that is never going to evolve.

You said, "We're not together" So now when we kiss, I have anger issues

The guys played a festival today. The atmosphere was so different and exciting that it actually took your mind off of things. You met so many other professionals and exchanged so many experiences.

You were talking to Liam backstage as the boys were getting ready to go on stage. You noticed he used a camera different from yours and was excitedly asking him all kinds of information. You were interested in modifying your set up and try other things.

He showed you some pictures he took from earlier in the day and explained to you all the different settings and how he liked to adjust them. You were so distracted that you didn't notice Noah coming up behind you.

"We'll be up in 5 minutes", he told you, startling you quite a bit.

"Ok, I'll take my spot shortly", he nodded, but said nothing else, walking back to the band, the boys going over some last-minute details.

You found it weird, no one ever had to tell you what time you had to do your job, because you know. You decided to exhange numbers with Liam so you could continue this conversation later. You grabbed his phone and started to type your number.

"C'mon, Y/N", you heard Noah again, his behavior starting to piss you off. You signaled for him to wait.

"You're gonna be late, we're going on stage now", he wouldn't leave you alone. You handed Liam's phone back to him and bid him goodbye.

"What the hell are you on my ass about? I know what time I have to do my job, you don't have to remind me", you didn't wait for a response, grabbing your equipment and making your way to side stage.

The interaction put you in a sour mood for the rest of the day and everyone noticed. Your smiley and excited self was now gone, your face serious as you kept your conversation with other people short.

With the festival ending, you made your way to the tour bus, as you waited for the equipment to be loaded so everyone can hit the road again.

Noah was the first one to be back, as he took a seat in front of you. Both of you stayed silent until he decided to speak up.

"Seems like you and Liam were having a pretty good conversation", he noted, not looking at you, picking on a loose strand from his sweatpants.

"Yeah, he was pretty attentive", you responded, not knowing where he wanted to go with this conversation and why Liam was relevant.

"Oh, I bet he was", he let out a low chuckle.

"Yes, he was. Is there anything wrong about a professional conversation?", you crossed your arms in front of you, getting a little bit defensive.

"Professional conversation? Please, tell me you're not this dense", you were in disbelief, catching on to where this conversation was headed. "You honestly didn't notice that this guy is just trying to get in your pants?"

"Please, Noah. Don't compare every man to your shitty self", you scoffed, getting up to leave.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?", he got up after you and you could feel his presence on your back. You turned around to face him.

"Didn't you do just that to get in my pants not too long ago?", your eyes were fierce and held a fire to them.

"Oh, so that is what this is about?"

"I don't know, is it? You're the one who all of a sudden came here telling me who wants to get in my pants", you needed him to enlighten you, because you had sex twice and not even once he came looking for you to talk about it.

"I just thought you wouldn't be so easy", your opened your mouth in shock at his words. Surely this can't be the same person you knew.

"So now you're calling me a whore as well? You weren't complaining about how easy I was when I was sucking you dick"

"That is not what I said", he tried to defend himself.

"Well you might as well have", there was a pause in conversation, but you weren't planning on letting him say anything else. "I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you. Just because we fucked twice doesn't mean you have a say in who I can involve myself with. Besides, you're the one who takes girls to your room every week. So please, spare me hypocrisy"

You turned around and left for good now.

Part 2 maybe???

[finnfrei]

I would love to hear more about your bard and her dragonborn 🥺👉👈

Aww, thank you so much for asking! Tbh, I always feel shy sharing the stories of my OCs, so I really appreciate your interest🩵

Where do I even begin? (Also, English is not my first or even second language, so I apologize for my poor writing in advance).

Clio is my changeling bard from our current homebrew DnD campaign and she’s the little ray of sunshine, who’s hiding her trauma behind a cheerful innocent smile. Or at least she used to be up until the party’s current adventure in Avernus. Quite early in life she realized how easy it is to lure secrets from people, when you look cute and play dumb.

Once she set out on an adventure with the party, she had a dream. A charming stranger in a dragon mask at a ball challenged her to play a complex composition. Non of what she saw on the music sheet he gave her made sense, it couldn’t sound good. But Clio was not the one to fuck around with and she started playing, struggling at first, but getting the grip of it. As the music played, the dirty secrets of people in the room started to reveal themselves to her overflowing her mind. The man asked her to meet him in the house of upper city where the party was headed.

That was how she met him, the man in the mask wasn’t a man she saw in the dream, but an emerald Dragonborn. Hescan was a commander of Secret Police and Master of College of Whispers. This tough mountain of muscles with cold gaze and devious grin was barely showing any genuine emotions. It felt familiar, she’s so used to putting on a mask herself, different ones, but still. He played cool and unbothered. Some even might say he looked dangerous, but Clio had met dangerous, cruel men way too many times before and wasn’t so easily fooled by him. She found it adorable on him. The feeling of safety around him puzzled her. He suggested her to work for him, collecting information, dragging skeletons out of others closets. She thought it would be fun to finally get paid for something she does anyway, never taking the job too seriously though. And well, girl asked for the direction of the nearest brothel, hoping to get some intelligence from local prostitutes, knowing full well about the amount of secrets kept by all the creatures, who aren’t taken seriously by rich and powerful. However, the dragonborn jokingly suggested her his bedroom. Joke got out of control. Bards being bards, I guess.

It all started with both of them trying to get intimate, “have fun” just to let down the other’s guard to get under their skin and lure more secrets from each other. Learn each other’s weaknesses, but also trying to secure the other’s loyalty. Hescan was playing cool and distant, meanwhile Clio was taunting him any time she saw an opportunity, shamelessly trying the limits of his patience. She liked to call him “pretty boy” and only called him “chief” in jest, he knew it also turned her on.

Eventually the more they learned the more they started to genuinely care about one another. They both knew what it was like feeling your body, your boundaries violated, used for someone else’s sick whims. They found comfort, they knew they were safe with each other, even if just for the night. Although they both had a hard time admitting it. After all it would mean to admit they had lost the game.

Now with a few years passed, they still have hard time fully trusting each other, given their occupation. She still makes fun of him, he finds it cute. He knows he can rely on her, so as she does.

There were so many sweet and funny moments between these two and to be honest the scenes where they admitted their feelings to each other, letting down their guards, live rent free in my mind.

[thealtoduck]

Got a Secret

Jason Todd x Male Reader

Warnings: Mention of you and Jason having sex, flirting…

The Socialite and The Vigilante | Masterlist

Summary: You visit the manor to find it empty apart from Alfred and notice some strange things around it…

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Your chauffeur pulled up outside the giant manor, you stepped outside taking a small gym bag with you. You thanked your chauffeur for the drive and closed the car door, watching it drive away. You then walked to the manor’s front door and pressed the doorbell.

Soon enough the door opened revealing Alfred who smiled when he saw you. ”Master St. Cloud, what a nice suprise, how can i help you?”. ”Hey Alfred, we’ve talked about this you can call me, Y/n and plus i haven’t lived here for 10 years so you can drop the master part. I’m here to see Jason, he’s gonna teach me how to box?” you said.

”Of course, Master Y/n. Come inside, Master Jason and the others should be back soon” Alfred said welcoming you inside. He guided you to the living room and offered ”Can i get you anything? Coffee, Tea, Hot Chocolate?”. ”You always did make the best hot chocolate” you answered.

”I’ll get you a cup right away” Alfred said politely and made his way to the kitchen. You looked around the living room, it looked almost the same as when you and your mom had lived there. You went over and checked the large bookshelves spread along the walls.

A lot of them were educational books about everything from archeology to criminology to toxicology. Alfred soon came back with with a cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream on top. ”Finding anything interesting, Master Y/n?” he asked.

”I never noticed how much educational literature you guys owned” you said walking over to Alfred as he put the cup down on the living room table. ”Well it’s always good to have it at hand, wouldn’t you say?” Alfred stated.

”I guess but Bruce just never seemed the type to know anything about agriculture” you said making Alfred chuckle. As you sat down on the couch you noticed something strange on the tabel. A sheathed sword, you lifted it, pulling it out a couple inches.

”He also never seemed the type to own a sword” you stated studying it. ”That would be Master Damian’s, he’s quite fond of his swords” Alfred explained. You noticed some ingravings along the scabbard, they were in another language. ”This is arabic, does Damian know arabic?” you questioned.

”Yes from his mother’s side of family. I can take the sword and put it back in his room” Alfred said and you carefully handed him the sword. Alfred then left the room. You sat and took a sip of the hot chocolate, it was just as delicious as you remembered it.

You then heard voices coming from down the hallway. Strange, you hadn’t heard them coming through the front door. ”Did you see the look on that guys face when Steph knocked him out?” Tim said with a smile as he entered the living room. Once he noticed your presence he quickly stopped in his tracks as Stephanie, Damian, Dick, Jason, Duke and Cassandra came in behind him.

They all looked caught off guard by your sudden appearance in their home not knowing what part of their conversation you had heard. Your eyes immediately found Stephanie as you asked ”You knocked someone out?”.

”I uhhh-” Stephanie started but Dick quickly cut in saying ”In a videogame” making the others nod as Stephanie over-explained ”Yeah, we were ALL playing videogames together when i knocked a guy out… in the game that we were playing”.

”Oh… but Alfred said you guys weren’t home?” you questioned. ”We-We were aaat-” Jason said looking for help from the others making Damian add ”The arcade”. ”Yes, we were all at the arcade playing videogames” Jason the finalised as the others nodded in agreement.

”Alright… Did you guys have fun?” you questioned and they all nodded and uttered small a ”Yes” or ”Yeah”. ”I won a price” Cassandra put in making the others eyes dart to her shock. ”Oh cool, can i see?” you asked. Her eyes then widened and she said ”No… It’s secret”.

”Alright…” you said, confused by their nervous behaviour. Jason then shooed the others out of the room and walked over to you, you stood up and gave him hug. ”You haven’t been waiting too long, right?” he asked sweetly.

”No like 10 minutes plus i had Alfred as company” you said with a smile, but it quickly dropped when you noticed Jason had a bruise on the side of his face. You quickly grabbed his chin and turned his face letting you look at it.

”What happened to your face?” you questioned worriedly. ”Oh that… I was teaching Damian some boxing stuff and he got a good right hook in” Jason explained. Then came a indignant shout from the hallway from Damian ”There is nothing you can teach me, Todd!!!”.

”Shut up Demon-spawn!” Jason shouted back at him. You raised and eyebrow at him and questioned ”Demon-spawn? You call your little brother ”Demon-spawn”? Really Jay?”. ”I- He’s- I- Yes, yes i do” he finally answered.

You would question it further but decided you had questioned them all enough for the day. ”Well, you might not have taught your brother anything about boxing but there’s a lot you can teach me, wanna start?” you suggested. ”Yeah, let’s go” Jason said, glad at the change of subject.

The two of you changed in to work out clothes and Jason led you to the manor gym. He gave you a pair of boxing gloves and put on a pair himself. He then started showing you the basics on a boxing bag. Showing you the right stace and how to aim your punches.

He held the bag in place as you practiced your punches and adjusted your stance when needed, his hands holding your hips at one point as he did. A closeness the two of you hadn’t really had since you slept together during the gala in the manor.

While Jason was supposed to adjust your position he got distracted touching at your waist and hips making you turn to him and say ”Hey, your supposed to teach me, not feel me up”. Jason chuckled and replied ”My mistake, you’re just to beautiful to keep my hands to myself”.

”Charming, now teach me how to beat someone up” you requested. Jason laughed and then returned to teaching you. But he didn’t fully give up on the flirting as he stripped out of his shirt, showing of his muscle sculpted body as he showed you several different types of punches.

You did your best not stare att his abs as he showed off and tried to focus on mimicking his actions. The two of you continued your training til late in the evening. Alfred even stopped by and offered you to stay for dinner but you declined explaining you were meeting up with your mother for dinner.

Once the two of you finished the lesson Jason let you grab a quick shower in his bathroom before walking you to the front door. As you walked by the living room the two of you overheard Damian mentioning something about a ”Leauge of Assassins”.

You turned to Jason joked ”League of Assasins, boxing, swords, it’s almost Damian like is some kind of ninja”. Jason gave a nervous laugh and said ”Yeah… almost”. Once you put on your jacket and hung your bag over your shoulders gave Jason a hug and uttered ”Goodbye, thanks for the training… and for letting me see you shirtless”.

”You’re welcomed to return for both” Jason said teasingly. ”How about i come back sunday for more?” you suggested. ”For which part?” Jason asked in a flirty tone. ”Whichever your up for” you joked and grabbed the doorknob letting yourself out.

You gave Jason a last wave and closed the door, walked towards where your chauffeur was now parked to pick you up. As you got in the car you reflected on your time in the manor today, you questioned why they all seemed so nervous when they saw you.

And why had they come from the back part of the manor if they’d been in the manor and why hadn’t you heard them come in through the door. Several questions swirled around your head with the conclusion that something odd was going on inside that manor…

You wondered what…

[cascade05]

So… when people go to Starbucks, they sometimes use celebrity names, right? I saw this post on Pinterest (one of those older Tumblr screenshots) and this person said their name was Tony Stark and they ran into someone who called themselves Bruce Wayne. So that happens, right?

Okay, so, imagine you're working as a barista at some place and you get so many people telling you their name is a pro hero name. The amount of Dekus you have served this week is off the charts and you had no idea Shoto could shape shift into forty different people. In all honesty, though, it's funny and kinda the highlight of your week.

This one day, someone comes in and they tell you there name is Dynamight. Not only does the shy smile on his face tell you, no, it's not Dynamight, but like literally everything else does too. Okay, normal. You place the order and then take the next person in line. This person is also Dynamight. This has happened before and, to prevent confusion, you dub this person Dynamight 1.

The next customer is a stoic man by the name David. The two of you connect eyes, both inwardly laughing at the funny little encounter that just transpired. David is dubbed nice David, a name you mumble and the stoic man hums with joy, you think.

Anyway, after David is—well, a large, intimating man which wild ash-blond hair and sharp crimson eyes which are enhanced by his dark mask. You blink up at him, shocked for a moment before your eyes flicker to Nice David. You both share a look of shock before evil grins appear in your eyes.

Then Dynamight orders and you take his order professionally, not gushing or fan-girling—and not breaking down into a fit of laughter despite so badly wanting to. He gives you his name, a gruff “Dynamight,“ and you bite your cheek.

You take your sharpie—you've chosen orange for obvious reasons—and your write what some may consider your final words. You're optimistic and consider it funny. “Dynamight 2,“ you mumble and the man snaps his head around with such a bizzare, pissed off look you can't stop the laugh. You tried, which turned it into a snort and the rage in his eyes exploded (heh) at the sound. You hid behind the empty coffee cup, pinching your lips together as laughter prodded at your chest.

“The hell did you just say? You think that shit is funny?!“

You did. Then you realized he probably thought you were making fun of his recent drop from number one hero to number two. He was bitter about that, it was no secret. You cleared your throat, back to looking at Dynamight with your professional facade. “Sorry sir, it's just that,“ you paused, sharing a look with Nice David.

“Spit it out,“ the inpatient hero demanded.

You looked back it him, clearing your throat again as a laugh threatened to ruin everything. You laughed when you here nervous and it didn't help that you always found Dynamight's reactions amusing. But you had to keep it together, for the other, no doubt, embarrassed Dynamights in the room. “Well, I'm sorry to say, but Dynamight and Dynamight 1 have already been taken.“

“What?“

It was so short, so curt, and so blunt you almost laughed again. You saw the other two Dynamights flinch and you wanted to scream. What were the odds the real deal would come into the little cafe the same time as two of his fans? Ah, if you were them you'd be too embarrassed to get your coffee. But, since you weren't them, well, you were there to enjoy the comedy gold.

Back to Dynamight 2. The man still awaited an explanation, far too confused to be annoyed at your lack of action. You looked at the two other Dynamights who's eyes were glued to the floor. You looked at your coworkers, all of which were hiding smiles by showing their backs to the giant pro—busying themselves with work. You looked at Kind Dave, both agreeing this was one of—nay, the BEST thing to ever happen in your lives. You looked at Dynamight 2, a man so lost and so confused, so unsure of his identity.

“If you would like, I can use a different name.“

“Huh?“ That snapped him back to the present. “Hell no, I'm Dynamight!“

“Yes.“

“So use Dynamight!“

“It's already been used—“ “Then swap them!“

“I can't. That would just confuse the team—“ “Then I should be Dynamight 1!“

“That's already been taken.“

“Just change it from Dynamight 2, dammit!“

“How about Dynamight 3?“

Oh if looks could kill. “Change. It,“ he order slowly, lowly, and most definitely sternly.

You coughed into your hand to hide the laugh. “Alright sir, I'll change it.“

You assumed he was too angry to listen to your new name for him which was his fault actually. He could most certainly not blame you for what was to come because it was he who left you unsupervised and you lived off of the pain of others.

There were no other customers so, you had the honor of handing out drinks. It was with great joy you took that job and you, again with great joy, read the name on the cup out loud. “Dynamight.“

You saw the hero twitch. His scowl deepened and you would've laughed to yourself if you weren't waiting for Dynamight to show up. You looked at the small group, raising a brow when no one came. “Guess he left,“ you mumbled.

One of your coworkers mumbled a response. “I'd leave too.“

You both shared a small snicker.

Then the next order came up. “Dynamight one?“ you asked, fully aware that person has also slipped out.

That meant two free coffees for the team.

Next was “Kind David,“ you announced proudly.

The man, the myth, the legend walked up to your counter and, as the name implied, kindly took the drink from you, giving you a kind nod of thanks. You both shared a look of amusement before he left, giving Dynamight 2 a small nod as he passed.

It was time. You held the large black coffee with a hint of cinnamon and a helping of whipped cream in your hand. Dynamight liked whipped cream, who knew? You didn't look at the cup to read the name. No. You looked straight into Dynamight's narrowed eyes. He began approaching the counter, glare hardening in suspicion. You announced him and he bristled with anger, lip lifting up to reveal his pink gums as he sneered down at you. Such a large man.

“Number two!“ you announced loudly, cheerfully, and joyously.

Boy. You had never seen a face curl up like that. He towered over you and he opened his mouth to give you a pice of his mind. But you beat him to it. You leaned forward, mischievous glint in your eye. “Don't worry,“ you whispered, “you'll always be number one here, hero.“

And it was supposed to be a funny jab, you said it with a teasing look. It was supposed to make him snatch the coffee outta your hands with a glare. But, well, you couldn't control his emotions.

He grabbed the coffee, taking it out of your hand normally. He glared, a comparatively calm glare. “Watch yourself, shorty.“

And you let your mouth drop in a dramatic scoff, about to give his back a piece of your mind, then you see it. You freeze, mouth gaping in actual shock. The back of his neck and the tips of his ears were the slightest bit red. You thought you were seeing things. You rubbed your eye. Oh boy, you were not seeing things.

It was supposed to be a funny jab. You said it with a teasing look. But hey, if Dynamight got all embarrassed, that was fine too. “We'll be rooting for you hero!“ you cheered, again, mildly teasing.

He scoffed but you saw the blush grow on the back of his neck. He sent you one glare over his shoulder and your cat-like grin grew at the pink dusting his upper cheek. Then he left and the cafe was silent before you and your coworkers burst into a series of obnoxious laughs and giggles. You were not giggling, by the way, you were on the floor DYING and wheezing in an ugly, hilarious sort way.

Dynamight was an interesting guy.

[kotemf]

Meow

  Day 2, prompt: "There's not a tooka."

  The first time Fox noticed something was going on was when he saw a group of troopers excitedly talking about something they were seeing on a data-pad and then proceed to shut up the second they noticed Fox entering the room.

  Fox spent exactly one minute and thirty five seconds making his coffee in the mess hall. The men didn't even move. They were probably planning some pranks. Fox made a mental note to watch out for the next few days and also to make a point of subtly mentioning latrine duty as a possible punishment for misbehavior. That's how he dealt with pranksters the last time and all the times before that.

  No pranks came. Or maybe Fox was just too tired to notice. If someone wanted to prank him by, say, putting something into his bed... Fox hasn't even touched his bed for more than a month. His only sleep were the few hours when he passed out in his office and his stays in the med bay.

  Or maybe the troopers weren't planning a prank. Either way, something was still up. He's been seeing a lot of troopers having fun and suddenly stopping when he stepped into the room. A suspicious lot of shinies lied to him about something, too.

  "Aww, there you go. Good girl."

  "Thorn, we're supposed to be patrolling the area, not petting a tooka!"

  Thorn made a face at Thire. He loved his vod but he could be such a prick. Didn't he see Thorn had more important things to do than patrol duty? "That can't wait. Little Lady here won't."

  "Oh my god, Thorn, you're such-" The words died on Thire's tongue when the tooka ran over and started rubbing around his legs. "I guess it can wait for a bit."

  "Hypocrite." Thorn grinned at him.

  "Shut up, I'm enjoying my time with Starlight."

  "Starlight? Seriously? That's no name for a tooka!"

  "Better than calling her Little Lady." Thire shrugged as if he hadn't just insulted Thron's name idea. "How does the survey look like, anyway? The last time I looked, Jek's name was winning."

  "I haven't looked since yesterday. I still don't know how we managed to keep this all from Fox."

  "Honestly, I don't either. He usually knows about everything. I saw him almost catch some shinies looking at holos of Starlight."

  "Stop calling her that! There's no way anyone is going to vote for Starlight. Well, safe for you."

  Thire wanted to answer but then he heard it. The march of heavy shoes. A clone. No one was supposed to be around at the moment. So either some lost shiny or Fox on one of his trips for coffee.

  Thorn probably came to the same realization as he started shooing the tooka away. By the time Fox was there, there were no traces of the tooka.

  Hound was on a walk with Grizzler. Technically, the massiff was supposed to be locked in a cage when she wasn't required to help with a case but she has always been restless and Hound couldn't bear it to watch her desperately bump into the door of the cage in hopes someone would let her out. So a secret midnight walk it was.

  If someone else than the vode knew, Hound would get in trouble, possibly even decommissioned, if anyone reported him but there wasn't really anyone except for a few troopers patrolling the area. The vode all knew about his occasional walks. Fox even gave him somewhat of a permission when he told him that as long as Hound didn't get caught, it wasn't his problem. So it was all fine as long as Grizzler was good and didn't make much noise. She was usually well behaved.

  Grizzler started barking loudly for no apparent reason.

  "Grizzler!" Hound hissed.

  Grizzler didn't stop. Something must've really excited her by the way she was pulling the leash, trying to run off. It was probably that damn tooka everyone seemed to be obsessed with. Well, everyone safe for Fox who either didn't know about it, which would be weird but possible, or knew about it and let it slide which, let's be honest, seemed pretty impossible.

  "Grizzler! Hush!"

  Grizzler didn't seem to listen. She was trained to be calm in emergency situations, not in the presence of a tooka. She only calmed down after Thorn gave her a treat. He dragged her out of there just in time to avoid some random passerby. He was lucky. The tooka... Let's just say it wasn't going to be that lucky if Hound caught a glimpse of it in the following days.

  "Catch her!" Shadow called. Him and his batch mate were trying to pet the famous tooka. Only the animal got scared for some reason and was running away from them. They would let her run but she was running out of the barracks, in the direction of the senate building, and they weren't sure what would happen if she decided to run there.

  "I'm trying!" Titan called back as he almost grabbed the tooka before she successfully dodged his hand and continued her run.

  They kept chasing it without success. Then Titan collided with a vod.

  "Commander!" They both snapped into parade rest when they realized just who they had ran into. Shadow only interacted with commander Fox once but it wasn't something that he wanted to repeat. The commander was scary.

  "Is everything alright, troopers?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Is there a reason why you're running around like a couple of cadets?" the commander asked. Shadow was sure he was raising his eyebrow under his helmet. It was pure luck they couldn't see it, it would make the whole situation even more intimidating.

  "No, sir," Shadow said.

  "There is nothing unusual going on. There most certainly isn't a tooka," Titan said at the same time. Shadow was so going to kill him once they were out of the commander's sight. If the commander didn't do it first. The older troopers who knew him better made it pretty clear commander Fox could never find out about the tooka.

  "Well of course there's not a tooka. What would a tooka be doing in the barracks?"

  Shadow almost didn't stop a huge sigh of relief. He couldn't believe they actually got away with this.

  "Get back to your posts, troopers. And I better not catch you running around here again."

  "Yes sir." Shadow and Titan said in unison. They both snapped a quick salute before they got going. That was close.

  Fox couldn't help shaking his head fondly as he watched the two shinies walk away. "Idiots."

  He felt a small body rub against the plastoid armor on his leg. He knelt to pet the tooka with his gloved hand. "So you're chasing my troopers around the barracks now? A little naughty, aren't you, Riyo? To think they actually ended up naming you Cute. At least I named you after someone important, isn't that right?"

  The cat purred as Fox lightly scratched it's head. Fox decided to take that as a yes.

  "How long do you think it will take them to find out I actually brought you here? I think it's going to be a long, long time."

  The cat headbutted Fox's helmet.

  "Aww, was that a keldabe kiss?"

  "Meow."

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Fantasy high headcanons let’s gooooo

Fhjy spoilers, long post so it goes ✨under the cut✨

Weekly sleepovers but that’s a given

Somewhere in one of the rooms in Mordred the Bad Kids all carved their names somewhere

Kristen and Fig have an entire corner of the Mordred living room designated as the ‘Secret Service Corner’

Riz is so good at shoplifting to the point that every time they go shopping Sklonda just keeps shooting glances at Riz’s hands to make sure he isn’t taking something or thinking about taking something

She has an entire pocket of her purse dedicated to distraction fidget toys because he can’t shoplifting if he doesn’t have anything to shoplift with

Fig perfected her screamo voice over the summer before freshman year (yknow the one where she was really pissed at her mom. Yeah that summer)

If Fabian ever needs advice on anything his go tos are Riz and Cathilda

Anytime one of the Bad Kids get a call in the middle of the night they just assume it’s Riz

Adaine is the only one allowed to ignore texts and calls and that’s only because she just uses the Message spell to respond to people

Kristen learned Morse code to talk to Fig in class

Fig does not know Morse code but by Cass she can pretend she does

After dropping out Fig will occasionally just shift into different fake students and drop by the others classes

The party always knows its her but nobody else ever does

The freshman thinks it’s a myth (legendary rockstar who dropped out of the school and is being hunted by the school just randomly shows up to classes she has never been enrolled in even when she did go there) but the seniors keep being like “no I swear to god I saw her at lunch earlier she’s gonna be in my class today I know it”

Agent Clark is always hunting her

Kristen Applebees has POTS and Ehlers Danlos Syndrome because I said so she my special girl

Gorgug has made each of the Bad Kids a playlist

And now for a list of things the party has banned Kristen “dex score of 3” Applebees from doing

Playing on Fabian’s DDR machine

Driving

Baking (cooking is fine though)

Skateboarding

Anything involving putting her on wheels

Juggling (you’d think this wouldn’t be a problem but she did try to once. It did not go well)

Any type of stitches that Riz would be capable of

A lot of Wii games

Just Dance

She also sucks at fantasy Mario Kart but nobody can figure out if it’s the low dex or if she’s just bad at the game

The story of the DDR machine is that once Fig and Kristen challenged each other to a DDR battle to the death and Kristen danced so hard she broke an arm

That was a fun call to Jawbone /s

Adaine once gave Gorgug one of those motivational cat posters except she changed the words to say it’s Gorgug keep going

He genuinely loves it it was one of the things he took with him when he went to go live with Fabian

They’re all neurodivergent because I’m neurodivergent and I said so

Adaine weekly has to take another pair of noise cancelling headphones out of her jacket because Kristen keeps losing hers

Kristen and Adaine are the only two who know how to properly cook

Gorgug is decent at it but he mainly just follows recipes

Riz and Fabian are banned from the kitchen

Fig hasn’t even tried to cook ever everyone knows it wouldn’t end well

Kristen swears she figured out how to make cottage cheese ice cream

She just froze cottage cheese and called it a day

Riz is constantly on hire by Fig to find Bobby Dawn

He found him like a day after he was hired (Bobby Dawn really isn’t that smart) and he told Fig exactly where he was but she just keeps vaguely bothering him

Her goal is to make him think he’s haunted

Riz refuses to take free money from Fabian so Fabian just keeps paying him insane amounts to do the easiest things

1000 gold pieces to make him 1 cup of coffee

Adaine figured out how to do the whole eyes rolling back and glowing thing on command so when someone pisses her off she just casts fly on herself does that says random words and then casts scatter on the person who pissed her off

They all love shrimp and they all love cottage cheese but they absolutely resolutely agree that combined they are fucking terrible

Aguefort does an “everyone gets a a familiar” day

Riz picks a fox

Kristen gets 5 snakes. People try to tell her she only gets one familiar but who is going to argue with the most talented cleric like ever wielding 5 snakes

Fabian picks a parrot and gives him a little eyepatch

Gorgug picks a straight up fucking bear

[wholoveseggs]

How I look camping ⛺️ your page everyday waiting for you to post… like your writing is so good and I’m so obsessed with it. 💜 But about Kol and I guess the other Mikaelson boys (minus Finn),, they’re all scary in their own ways.

With Klaus he’s scary because of his rage and his plans,, you can immediately tell when he’s angry because he makes it known through his throwing things and shouting.

For Elijah, he’s calm and collected and that’s what makes him scary, you don’t know how he’s truly feeling or going to react because he hides it so well. I don’t remember the exact scene but it was in the originals I believe where you could like see the rage on his rage and that too is scary because he’s so angry in that moment that he isn’t even attempting to hide that rage.

For Kol (my love), he’s a wild card, a loose cannon. He can be violent but he can also be gentle as seen with his relationship with Davina. I just think his personality is so fun and intriguing. There is absolutely no reason for a vampire, an original at that to be using a baseball to beat people but he does just because he can?? does this make me crazy?? maybe a bit?

a common misconception i see a lot is when Kol is undaggered and Klaus backs away from him. this is for two reasons… yes, i believe Klaus was nervous of Kol being awake again because he knows his brother is a loose cannon but also because it meant that the others were likely awake as well and perhaps he could fight one of them but he definitely couldn’t find all of them at once.

no matter though because both Kol and Klaus can admit that Elijah is the “scariest” so your love wins that contest~ 💜

Hello again darling camping anon! I have so much to say on this subject.... like SO MUCH. So buckle up.

I think the fundamental difference between the three of them is how they react to and experience control. It's simultaneously an emotion, a situation and a choice. And something that all three of them couldn't really have growing up.

They are all victims of domestic violence, and each one is dealing with it differently. (And not in a healthy way at allllllllll. They absolutely continue the cycle of abuse...)

First we have Klaus, (The iconic little shit that he is)

He clings to control like a lifeline. Being the most helpless as a boy, he has always felt that if he was stronger, had more power, he could keep those around him safe. He believes that the only way he can feel safe is if he's in control. So, in his mind, any time someone takes that from him, they are actively trying to harm him. He will fight for control over everything and anything. His family, his city, his art and (most importantly) his life. His need to control the narrative around him and keep his secrets, is born out of the trauma and fear that his father instilled in him. His rage is born out of his own sense of helplessness.

Joseph Morgan does an excellent job of conveying that pain. Klaus is always a bundle of anxiety and panic and fear, no matter how he's acting. He's hyper vigilant and constantly looking over his shoulder, waiting for someone or something to try and control him again. It's why he clings so desperately to control, because he never wants to be made a victim again.

Second we have Elijah, born after the loss of Freya. I've always viewed him as a tragic character, who seems to be nobody's favorite in the family, but also the glue that holds them together. He's burdened with being the adult in the room. I can imagine that Esther's grief and guilt around losing Freya sort of imprinted on to him. She probably saw him as a replacement for the daughter she lost, putting all this pressure on him to be perfect, while simultaneously giving him no agency to be his own person. His entire childhood was spent either protecting his siblings or taking care of his mother's emotional needs. (This also applies to Finn, who i'll talk about later)

His relationship with control is nearly equal to Klaus'. He's always been a peacemaker, the level headed, calm brother. Always trying to bring harmony between his siblings. And while he has a much different way of expressing his feelings, he is a victim of the same violence that the rest are.

But, what makes him the scariest is the fact that his anger is silent. Elijah doesn't show his emotions, he represses them. And then when his control snaps, it's like a damn bursting. You don't see it coming, because he's so good at hiding his anger (& all of his other feelings). But when it's there, you feel it. And it's terrifying. Because his anger is fueled by pain and a lifetime of having to be strong. It's a glimpse at a deep well of pain that you realize he has been hiding all along.

Daniel Gillies absolutely nails this simmering rage with his eyes. Somehow that man can convey every single emotion without saying a word. When he looks at his family, or a person he cares for, there is this warmth and kindness. But when he looks at a person he is angry at, a person who has hurt someone he cares about, you can see the light almost dim, and his eyes will become cold and dark. You can feel the danger and rage in them. It's a delight to watch.

Third we have Kol, who is a complicated and messy character. Kol was born into a family that already had a system and a hierarchy, and he was pushed aside and ignored. Nobody's favorite, nobody's first choice. He grew up angry and frustrated, feeling unloved and unheard. He looks to his older brothers and their relationship with control, and takes the proverbial baseball bat to it. If they couldn't love him the way he needed them to, then he would make sure that they would at least remember him. So he becomes the black sheep, the outcast. He's wild and chaotic, doing whatever he can to get attention. He doesn't really care about control, because he never had any growing up. I have always viewed his bloodlust as an allegory for addiction. His response to the violence of his youth is to numb the pain with the rush of adrenaline and power. To take from others what was taken away from him.

His rage is the loudest and the quickest to come to the surface. He's not one to stew, he's quick to fight and fast to burn. Which is why his relationship with Davina is so good for him. She loves him the way he needs, and rightfully calls out his bad behavior. As gross as it sounds, she's kind of the mother figure that his actual mother never was. (IM SORRY I KNOW ITS VERY FREUD OF ME .... BUT AM I WRONG????)

I'm not going to bash any acting... But I think Daniel Sharman captures Kol much better. His complicated relationship with death, control and magic is portrayed beautifully. Especially the scene where he is dancing with Davina before he dies. It shows real growth on his part, no longer the baby brother, no longer the victim and the victimizer. In that moment he's the protector, trying to shield his girl from grief. And it always makes me tear up ...

(This scene always makes me laugh, I truly believe Elijah is the funniest character)

And last, we have Finn. Who I love to make the butt of the joke here on this blog. But I do have a few things to say about his character.... Which is.... He isn't really a character. But an object.

They drag the poor man out to show the audience what bad thing can happen to an original. First with his death in TVD, teaching everyone about the white oak stake and sirelines. Second in TOG with Lucians deadly bite. He's just... Not written to be liked.. and it's never really explained why they kept him daggered for 900 years.

And with Finn... there is no control or lack thereof, because he has no agency. And his rage comes from the fact that he is a man out of time, with no one who cares about him.. And it makes his character all the more sad and pathetic.

They make him this bitter, angry villain. Trying to kill his niece, and they never justify exactly why. I think fear of Dahlia is a piss poor excuse. I would rather he lean into revenge for being daggered than trying to hold onto his righteous nonsense.

(But lets be so real here... its because the writers didn't want to give him any depth. They didn't want us to get overly attached, so they could use him as a low-stakes original vampire that demonstrates the actual deadliness of a weapon or person)

But!!!! Yusuf Gatewood is the absolute GOAT and his portrayal of Finn and his rage is just delicious. He almost reminds me of like a rabid preacher, the way he spits out his hatred and bitterness. But it's so fun and I enjoy it every time.

Anyways.... Sorry to hijack your message lol.. I just love to psychoanalyze crazy fictional men!

[jolalibrary]

the yearly round up

so, i am not someone who tends to toot their own horn a lot, but i thought i could be forgiven since it's my birthday. if there were a party, i'd maybe give a speech, right? so, instead of talking about myself, i thought id talk about my work and some of my fave things I've written this year and a little bit as to why. for this list, i have not included late night texts purely because i gave it a lot of love on my last secret birthday. and equally, as do me yourself comes to a close during this one, i feel it's having such a hot moment in the sun, i didn't want to bore everyone. also because if you ask me anything about dmy i won't shut the fuck up. to ask anything about these just add an 🍊.

anytime javier p x f!reader

best friends who go to a wedding only to realise they're in love? sounds like jo. this story fell out of me upon seeing a moodboard by /wildemaven and god i love them. i think about them so often and it makes me want to write him like this again. just fun, easy. it helped me find my nerve to tackle him again after a break when LNT finished, so it was nice to hang with him again.

in my room javier p x f!reader

this idea lived in my head for so long, it went through so many variations until we landed on this. i loved writing it because i hadn't written him like this, and how closed off they both were was so much fun. not having a resolved ending was tough to, but it was also really nice?

i like the way you frankie m x f!reader

would it even be a list if i don't include this? it's a work that on the surface might just feel like a lot of fun. and it is, for sure. but also this fic really taught me a lot and helped create a new relationship with sex. i won't bore or dwell on sad things, but even with therapy, a solid and healthy relationship, this fic helped heal some lasting wounds with my relationship with sex. all through the eyes of two friends who were just trying not to confess they loved one another. so very jo.

up sky, low high frankie m x f!reader

im not sure why this man makes me write some incredible smut (IMO, ofc) but he does??? this one wouldn't exist without @morallyinept urging me on, because honestly i wouldn't have had the guts without her convincing me. but, god i think about this fic a lot? i write a lot of lovely romance, but the romance in this with the smut? i never EVER thought id find that balance. and i did, have, yay!

be good, be you joel miller x f!reader

never in a million years did i think this would have been so popular. and that's not why it's on this list. it's on this list because i lived with this fic for weeks. every bit of rain the UK we had, i thought of this. anyone who knows me, knows how much i love bill + frank joel, so this was like giving into an idea that i thought would only live in my head. and now, it's there, and I'm not ashamed to say i re-read it a lot.

meet you once, saw you thrice lucien flores x f!reader

who'd have thought this would make this list? not me. but it has, and god. i really tested myself with this one. creating him was days of churning over interviews of other actors, of finding who he is in the centre of fucking nothing. and then pouring my heart into it for lovely @pedgito and god am i grateful that's the moodboard i was given. i was terrified (ali will attest) but now i am so proud of it. i love it, and him. I'm almost terrified now to see the movie and watch this version die and wilt hahaha.

din and the travelling of planets din djarin x f!reader

not a one shot, but a collection, because i spent longer trying to choose than i did dwelling on choosing the rest and writing this post. i never thought id step back into star wars, but i'm so glad i did. din and his girl, seeing different planets together, letting us see the world through her eyes. there's a lot of my writing I'm proud of, but I'm most proud of the lines in this. because i get to describe in a way where i don't feel its redundant. because we're seeing it at the same time as she is. i also have so much fun each time i get to write him, and that, makes me happy.

[hwanchaesong]

Die For You

Na Jaemin X Reader

genre: fluff, suggestive at the end, sprinkle of angst, f2l au! (reader is having a hard time because of school)

word count: 1.6k

a/n: now this one is for you~ i hope you'll like it 💚 to anyone who wants to make a request, please check the rules. thank you much~

Jaemin doesn't believe in love at first sight, but he does believe in seeing someone for the first time and knowing that one day, you'll fall in love with that person.

It so happens that it's you, that one girl that always sits at the same table in his favorite coffee shop, at the same time with the same order.

You look.. peculiar? Can he even say that? He doesn't think so, he might get wacked on the head by you. But still, he really did think that you're adorable, and it became a habit for him to watch you as you minded your own business.

The idea of talking to you did not even enter his mind, not until you took the initiative because you had enough. You felt like being watched every time, and when you inspected the place, that handsome man was the culprit.

So you approached him, slamming your book and coffee on his table and sitting on the empty seat in front of him.

"Spill it." you said, and boy was he shocked because he did not expect you to be this bold.

"My coffee?" he asked, not entirely sure of what you mean but you can't blame him. The poor man has been relying on caffeine for days just to stay awake.

"No, I mean," you cleared your throat, caught off guard at his dumb reply, "why do you keep on staring at me?"

Then a light bulb switched inside his brain, beaming at you and stretching his arm towards you for a handshake, "Hi! I'm Jaemin and I think you're adorable."

That was the time when a beautiful thing called friendship bloomed. (and it turns out that between the two of you, he was the peculiar one. not you.)

Jaemin looked at his phone again, checking if you had replied to his messages. He does this every twenty minutes and his friends are getting sick of it.

"Just call her." Haechan said, scowling when he saw Jaemin check his phone once again.

"I can't do that. What if she's busy?" Jaemin countered back.

He doesn't want to intrude too much in your life, knowing his boundaries even if the two of you are very close with each other.

He was just worried. He hasn't seen you since last week and you never messaged him back.

"If you don't want to bother her, then wait patiently." Renjun, his other friend advises. A good one, but Jaemin wasn't exactly the most patient man alive.

"But I missed her!" he protested once more, earning him a collective groan among the men in the room.

"Listen," this time it was Jeno who spoke, "all these fiasco of yours are getting boring to watch."

"What?" now, Jaemin was confused, even more so when his other friends nodded in agreement. What on earth is he talking about?

"At first it was fun to watch, now it's just painful and if I'm going to be completely honest," Jeno leaned forward, like he was about to tell the dirtiest secret in the universe, "every time I see you like this, I wanna bang my head to the nearest wall."

"Then do it." Haechan laughed when Jeno threw a glare in his direction. "Jokes aside, I agree with Jeno."

Jaemin raised an eyebrow at them, "Are you guys drunk or something? What are you talking about?"

Ever the clueless Jaemin, everything needs to be spilled out for him that it made Renjun groan and push him out of the door.

"Just go to her man, you can't come back here until you've settled this!"

What good friends he has. First, they tell him things without elaborating and now they are kicking him out of their shared apartment? Well damn. Looks like he got no choice but to go to you.

After a few minutes of walking, he was already at the doorstep of your house, knocking incessantly and calling for your name.

He felt relieved when he heard your voice for the first time in weeks, "Coming!"

Upon opening the door, he was surprised at your appearance. You look so unwell, with the dark bags under your eyes, your tired demeanor and oh? Did you lose weight? What really caught Jaemin's attention was the dried tear stains on your cheeks.

His hands unconsciously made their way to your face and cupped it, "You were crying?"

Your eyes widened, slapping his hands away and shielding your face from his prying eyes, "I'm sorry Jaemin, I'm not really in the mood for this."

You were about to close the door but man was he agile, gripping your hand and hastily entering your home without your permission. (granted that it wasn't really required because you did tell him to come to your apartment whenever he wants to. you even gave him a spare key for free access.)

"Jaemin! What are you-"

He plopped you down on your sofa, "Stay there young lady, don't move a muscle and I'll cook some ramen for us."

He made his way to the kitchen, the clanking of the pans as an indication that he started cooking. You sighed and rested your head on the soft pillows of your sofa, soon, you were drifting to dreamland.

It was a relatively short nap, the smell of something heavenly woke you up. Lo and behold, a complete meal was set in your living room table.

"I thought we were having ramen?"

"At first," Jaemin answered, moving around and setting up the television so the both of you could watch your favorite movie, "but then I saw you sleeping so I decided to make more food. I'm sorry that I woke you up though." he explained, sitting beside you and giving you a sheepish smile.

"I don't mind getting woken up by a feast, honestly." you joked, eyes setting on the television as you two started to eat.

This was fun, you thought, not until you felt that same unnerving stare from years ago.

"What is this time?" you whined, now distracted and setting your food down.

"Why do you always complain? Let me admire you in peace."

You stilled, heart beating a little too fast for your liking. "You still didn't give up on that agenda of yours."

"How could I when you're literally the prettiest person I've known."

No. No. No. No. No.

You can't take this, not this time, you are having such a hard time and you don't think you'll be able to handle this.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a warm hug engulfing you, Jaemin's scent filling your nose, "I missed you so much, Y/N."

You couldn't help but return the affection, melting in his embrace, "I missed you too, Jaemin. I'm sorry for pushing you away."

Jaemin hummed, momentarily moving away to fix some astray strands of hair, "It's okay, it's you. I will always understand you." he assured you, and for what felt like forever, tears of happiness began to form.

Was it really happiness? You think that some mixed emotions are also in there yet Jaemin was patient, wiping your tears away as you continued bawling. Your snot probably got in his shirt but he couldn't care. You were his priority, and he hates it when you cry like this.

He listened to you well, how you were so stressed about your academics and the never ending school works worsen your panic attacks.

He listened and listened, soft eyes watching you with empathy and sadness.

"You should've told me all of this instead of keeping it in." he mumbled against the crown of your hair, letting you calm down.

"Don't worry, you're not alone now. I'm here." his hands went up and down your back, effectively soothing your nerves.

"Thank you, really Jaemin. Thank you for sticking with me all this time even if I'm such a mess." you sniffled, giggling afterwards when he suddenly tickled you.

"Oh my god!" you squealed, falling onto your back and when you opened your eyes, you see Jaemin on top of you, gazing down at you with orbs full of nothing but adoration.

"I think you're perfect, even if you're a mess." he admitted, "Every day in my life, I see you and I think of how lucky I am because I have you."

"Jaemin." you mumbled his name, voice barely above a whisper as to not ruin the moment.

The noises from the television became static and all of a sudden, all you can focus on was your 'best friend'

"I don't really know how to explain it. I love you?" Jaemin questioned, like he was talking to his self, "That may be it but believe me when I say that I will take a bullet for you."

Jaemin slowly leaned down, his face mere inches away from your own, "You're that precious for me."

"Jaemin." you gripped his shirt tightly, "I love you too." you confessed, and that was all it took for him to seal your lips together in a silent pact that he belongs to you, and you belong to him.

Never in your wildest dreams did you expect that you'll be kissing your friend in your living room, more so when it's a passionate one.

"I'll show you," Jaemin mumbled on your neck, his mouth pressing wet kisses all over your neck.

"I'll show you how much you mean to me."

You never doubt his words, if it's Na Jaemin, then you're sure as hell that he'll do everything that he says.

After all, he's the man who's willing to die for you.

[mel-the-simp]

Drunken fun

Billy Hargrove x chubby! Reader

Where you and billy are at a party, and he gets tired of you wanting to keep things a secret. With drinking comes courage

4,550 words

!!!!CW!!!! Underage alcohol use, grinding, oral (F! Receiving), sex (p in v), slight fatphobia (billy handles it), fluff, SMUT

The party was in full swing, people dancing and drinking, grinding and singing. You were one of those people. You stood in the middle of the living room, classic red solo cup in hand with a mixture of sweet juice and pungent alcohol.

You were wearing a tight knitted halter top and a long flowery skirt, the thin fabric swaying with your chubby hips. You danced as KISS played on one of the boomboxes somewhere in the living room, singing along before taking a sip of the cocktail in your cup.

You felt eyes on you, not knowing if it was from disgust from the confidence you exuded or lust. You bit your cherry red bottom lip softly as you looked around, trying to catch the one, or several culprits. As you scoped out the room, you saw glacier blue eyes staring you down, making you shiver.

Billy Hargrove, the known back breaking man slut of the school. Or, well, he was until recently. No one knew why, but he suddenly stopped his sexual escapades about 2 months ago. Everyone thought he was just taking a break, but you knew why.

Those nights you would sneak out of your house, sometimes catching your brother Dustin doing the same, and only let him off the hook so he wouldn’t say anything to mom. Those nights consisted of you getting into Billy’s Chevrolet Camaro, driving to secret spots in Hawkins and just, enjoying each others company. No sex, no hot make out sessions, just, talking, basking in each others presence.

Not to say sex wasn’t involved, there were definitely nights where you both would be hot and sweaty, clutching each other in lustful desperation. The feeling not only filling your sexual desires, but filling the void of loneliness. The need for human connection and touch.

You and Billy have been doing this for two months, and even longer now that you thought about it. You were both in need of a genuine connection one way or another, and despite the obvious differences between you two, it just worked. The differences drew you together, and made it… pleasant. It warmed your heart just to think of him, and you could tell that he felt a similar way, in his own Billy way.

However, due to his status, you wanted to keep it out of public eye. Billy wasn’t one to care, but you knew the relentlessness of the people here, and knew he would constantly be thrown crude comments of “so the fat girl?”, and you didn’t want the relentlessness of the cock thirsty girls at school either. So, you two kept quiet about your rendezvous.

You looked away from his sharp gaze, cheeks turning cherry as you felt his eyes linger on you. You tipped your cup and chugged the rest of your drink, hoping it’ll turn your buzz into a full on intoxication. You caught his glance once more from the corner of your eye before sauntering over to the kitchen to refill your cup.

You were shoulder to shoulder with someone who was obviously shitfaced from the way he was swaying and clinging to the counter for support. You rolled your eyes, trying to not draw attention to yourself. You scooped the punch into your cup, grabbing the Bacardi and putting in an extra shot or so.

You heard shuffling next to you and saw the guy looking at you with a flirty smirk. “Yknow, usually i don’t notice you, but you’re really pretty right now~” his words slurred horrifically, and eyes bloodshot. You looked away, uncomfortably sipping at your drink. He went to go touch your shoulder, before someone grabbed his hand.

A rough, slightly drunken voice came from behind you. “Hey, you’ve been drinking a lot man, why don’t you go puke, maybe it’ll make you feel better.” You looked behind you, big doe eyes looking up at Billy’s steel gaze. He flashed you his classic smirk, making butterflies swirl in your stomach. You looked away, watching as the man stumbled out of the kitchen to most likely either piss or puke somewhere.

Billy grabbed you by the waist, big hand gripping at the fat of your side. Your face grew hot at the contact, making you try and squirm away from him. “Billy… not here, people-“ he brought you closer, making you gasp as you felt his half hard-on press into your ass. “I dont fuckin care, you’re the one who insists on being a secret. ‘M so sick of it baby”

He leaned down and pressed his nose to the exposed bit of your neck, inhaling deeply. You bit your bottom lip, looking around anxiously to see if anyone was looking. You half expected a couple girls to be frothing at the mouth in anger, but somehow… no one was even paying attention.

You felt yourself relax into his touch, leaning into his chest with a soft smile. “Ok… yea, this is good” you swayed with him to the rhythm of the music, letting your hands snake down and hold his that were on your hips. He kissed up your neck, groaning softly at the feeling of your plush ass pressing against his now almost full hard-on.

He nipped at your earlobe, squishing the fat of your hips now. “Baby, i fuckin’ need you” his voice was gravely, slightly slurred from the intoxication. With the fuzz in your mind from your own drinking, you ground your ass against him as Duran Duran played on the boombox now.

You felt your stomach swirl with excitement as he did the same, the close sway of your bodies making his mind go blank, the only thing he could possibly think of now was ruining that pretty little cunt of yours. You chugged the rest of your drink, feeling yourself slip into full intoxication, giving you the courage to turn around and face him.

He was smirking down at you, licking his top teeth like some predator about to eat its prey. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your plush body to his completely. He leaned down and kissed you deeply, making you moan softly. All care about image, or peoples opinions was thrown out the window as you melted into the kiss, hands playing in his hair.

He reached down and cupped your ass, kneading at it like his life depended on it. It was then you decided you both needed to ditch this party. Like, now. You pulled away, giggling as he tried chasing your kiss swollen lips with his own. You put your index finger against his lips, smirking as you got on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Baby, lets get out of here”

You felt his grip tighten as he looked down at you with want. He didn’t say a word and nodded, grabbing his keys from his pocket and had his arm wrapped around your waist as you both made your way to the front door. Jason Carver came in front of billy right as the two of you made it out of the door with a confused look on his face. “Big Bill, where are you going? Partys just getting started man” his speech was only slightly slurred, he obviously wasn’t very drunk.

Billy just rolled his eyes and leaned over, reaching into your bra and pulling out your pack of cigarettes he knew all too well that resided there. He grabbed one and offered one to you, which you accepted and grabbed his lighter from his front pocket, lighting his then yours. Billy looked back over at Jason and blew some into his face, looking unamused. “Going to go have fun, whats it look like”

Jason looked you up and down, scrunching up his nose a bit and chuckling. “Didn’t think you’d stoop this low Billy, must be desperate after not getting laid for months now huh?” Your heart tensed a bit at that, the aching feeling of embarrassment and self hate started to creep up on you. You slightly shifted away from billy, face hot as you looked down.

Billys eyebrows furrowed as he watched your actions before looking back at Jason, taking a deep puff of his cigarette as he pulled you back to be flush to his side. “Baby, why don’t you go to the car, I’ll be right there” you looked up, nodding as you saw the vein on his neck protruding slightly. He was pissed. You softly took his hand off your hip and kissed it before walking to his car. He smacked your ass as you walked away, making you yelp.

You sat in the passenger seat and puffed off your cigarette as you watched Billy get up close to Jason, saying something as they were almost pressed together. You saw Jason stiffen, and say something back. Billy paused, before pushing Jason off the porch, stepping off the steps himself and squatted next to Jason. You felt your heart beat rapidly at Billys actions, face heating up and panties getting wet. You knew he was the protective type, seeing him give men and women alike dirty looks when they even looked at you.

But that was different, now, he was actively showing someone you were his. His. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought. He was showing you were his, and nothing in that moment could make you wipe the shit eating grin on your face. Billy stood up from his squat and said one more thing before starting to walk to the car. He made eye contact with you, seeing your grin he grinned back, getting into the drivers seat.

His hand automatically found your thigh after he started his car. He put his car in reverse, before pulling out of the driveway. He looked over at you as you finished your cigarette and threw it out the window. You looked over at him and smiled, reaching down and putting your hand over his. His hands were bigger than yours, both in width and size, which was rare because of your chubby fingers. He groped at your thigh, making you blush as you looked over at him.

He bit his lip as he went back to looking at the road, excitement evident in his features. Billy may be drunk, but honestly he drove better drunk. “Billy” you said softly, just above a whisper. He looked over at you from the corner of his eye for a second before looking back at the road, nodding his head in acknowledgement. “… I think I really, really like you Billy”

He paused for a second. It was never really spoken on what you too were, but you both knew it was more than a random fling, more than a normal friendship. There was feelings, deep rooted feelings. He squeezed your thigh, nodding as he gave a small smile. “Yea, makes two of us then huh?”

You smiled and nodded, finally deciding. Tomorrow, when you two were sober, you were going to tell him you loved him. With Billy, you knew those three little words were hard, and not a common hearing for him in general. But you did, and you knew from what you saw just minutes ago so did he. “Oh, one more thing billy” he hummed, tilting his head at you as if to say go ahead.

You lifted his hand off of your thigh and lifted your hips. He now was at a stop sign, looking over at you in confusion. You pulled your panties off, biting your lip as you rode your skirt all the way up, now setting his hand on the inside of your thigh. He looked at you in slight surprise for a second. You were never the one to initiate, especially this boldly. “I am, so fucking horny baby~ seeing you get all mean and angry really got me going baby”

He slid his hand to your warmth, large grin plastered on his face as he felt how soaked you were. “Well Id fuckin say, damn baby” he spoke with a chuckle, cock twitching in the tight confines of his blue jeans. His fingers slowly worked on your clit as he sped to his destination. Soft moans left your mouth as you spread your legs slightly for him to be able to finger you comfortably. You tossed your head to the side, face on fire, maybe from the intoxication or the feeling of stimulation, but non of that mattered. All that mattered is you were both pulling up to one of your classic spots.

It was a lot behind an abandoned pharmacy at the edge of town, one of your usual spots where you would commit your sins together. He suddenly pulled his fingers away from your wet cunt, making you whine. He just smirked, and got out of the car. You watched in confusion as he walked around the front and opened your door. He reached down and grabbed the little bar under the chair, and pushed your seat all the way back. He then grabbed the little lever on the side and let the chair tilt back till it couldn’t.

It clicked in your head what was happening when he got on his knees on the car floor, face stuffed into your plush tummy. He closed the door as he just took in your warmth, groaning at the smell of your perfume. Your breath was quick when he looked up at you, eyes lidded and glossed over with lust. You gently played with his hair, biting your now smeared cherry lip in anticipation.

He slowly kissed down your tummy, making you lay all the way down. He got to your plush pussy, nipping at the flesh. You gasped and whined with every nibble and suck. It wasn’t long till he slowly teased your clit, just barely grazing the little bundle of nerves with his tongue. You whine, gripping his hair a little harder and tried to get him closer to your heat.

He grabbed your wrist and snatched your hand away from his hair, looking up and glaring at you with those beautiful blue eyes. You whimper, pouting in frustration. “Baby please, wanna feel good, please Billy~” you begged, looking down at him with teary eyes. You were desperate, so needy for him it was insane. He moaned lowly and dove down, sucking your clit straight into his mouth. You moaned loudly, arching your back slightly.

He sucked on your clit roughly, before pulling away and flattening his tongue onto you. He knew how you liked it, remembering the first time he ate you out. It was your first time in general of a man doing that, and your legs were shaking as tears fell from your crystal coated eyes. He wasn’t usually one to put the woman’s needs first, but seeing how feral you were become over his tongue that first time, he’s needed that feeling ever since.

He groaned out in satisfaction at the taste of you, eyes closing as he got to work. He held your thighs up, arms wrapping around them to keep your legs in place. He swirled his tongue around your clit, humming as he sucked it back into his mouth and shook his head tide to side slightly. You moaned loudly, breath getting short as electricity ran up your spine.

He moved one of his arm to go underneath him, teasing your entrance with a thick calloused finger. His hands were rough, but soft at the same time. They were perfect for hand holding, soft touches, but the best for fingering. Once he slowly inserted those two fingers into you, it was over. He curled his fingers to hit that gummy spot, all the while he was eating you like a starved man. The feeling of his cold ring at your entrance as he was knuckle deep into you had you shiver, head thrown back as you felt your stomach tighten.

Bully chuckled against your clit causing a vibration, making you gasp out and squeal, grabbing onto the hand that was wrapped around your thigh to ground yourself. “Billy-“ your whisper breathless. He knew you were close, he could feel it. He quickened his pace, fingers and tongue trying to get you to your peak. You whined out loudly, squirming slightly as the knot got tighter and tighter. “G-Gonna cum billy, please-“ you moan as your toes curl, right at the brink. He smirked and sucked on your clit again, shaking his head side to side just how you liked it.

Your vision went black as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, knot coming undone as you came all over his face. Your mouth was hung in a silent scream, legs shaking at the side of his head. He fingered you through your orgasm, licking a flat stripe up your clit. Once overstimulation started to kick in, you pushed his head, gasping for air. He pulled away, slowly taking his fingers out of your cunt, eyeing you as he licked them clean.

He stood up, hunched over as he unzipped his pants. He leaned over you as he positioned himself on the seat. He softly sat on his knees on the seat, putting your thighs over his. Your glistening pussy was centimeters away from his aching red cock. He leaned down and kissed you deeply, hungrily licking at your bottom lip. You timidly opened your mouth and his tongue slid in, swirling around yours passionately. He reached onto the floor of the backseat, not breaking the kiss as he grabbed the clean towel he always kept in here.

When getting fucked dumb, you tend to make quite the mess. How remembers when you first squirted. He was fucking you dumb behind the school, had you pressed against the rough brick as he ruined you from behind. He vividly remembers the surprise he felt when he saw you moaned louder than usual, squirting all over his cock. Sure his jeans were soaked and so were yours, but that had been one of the hottest things he had ever seen you do.

So now, he always kept a towel in the back of his car, always ready for your beautiful mess. He lifted the both of your legs one after another to set the towel down on the seat,looking you in the eyes as he did so, as if saying ‘you’re going to be ruined’

After setting everything up, he went back to leaning back, looking at your soft. Chubby pussy as he ran his cock head along your slit. He flicked his eyes back up at you, smirking and licking his teeth as he slowly pushed in. He watched your face scrunch up and morph into pleasure, shivering himself as he felt your damp walls clamp onto him. He slowly rocked his hips, assessing how sensitive you were. From your reactions, he could tell you were going to be a mumbling mess in no time.

He chuckled lowly at this, leaning in and kissing you deeply. Usually with hookups, before you, he would never show any kind of affection. He even went as far as quickly jacking off on someone’s stomach and just leaving as he buttoned up his pants to stay away from any idea of affection. But with you? He loved you, genuinely. It was strange. He went from getting any pussy he wanted, to going as far as begging to eat you out some nights. You had him wrapped around your finger as much as you were wrapped around his.

He lifted up your thigh and started pounding into you, making you squeal against his lips, grabbing at his empty hand. You laced your fingers with his, pulling away from the kiss and moaning out his name. God that fucking moan had him already getting close. And he wasn’t one to cum quick. He leaned down and sucked at your neck as he ground into you, slight curve of his cock hitting that spot in your walls that made you shake. You grabbed at his hair with your extra hand, moaning right into his ear. God he felt so fucking good.

His cock molded perfectly with your cunt, almost as if you were made for each other. You felt the knot in your stomach start to get tighter, and whined out his name, catching his attention. He sat back up, pressing his sweaty forehead with yours. He looked intensely into your eyes as you gasped out, not being able to form words. He took the hand you were holding and brought it down to your clit, rubbing in fast and rough circles. He watched intently as you now grabbed his bicep, eyes begging for permission.

He leaned back, getting the full view as he spoke breathlessly “Go ahead Princess, cum for me~”. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you came harshly, legs shaking as you squirted all over his cock and thighs. You shrieked out a moan when you caught your breath as he kept pounding into you. Your walls gripped onto him in such a lovely way when you were overstimulated. He bit his lip, huffing and grunting as he got close, staring down at where the two of you connected. His eyes shot back up to yours, glowing with such a sensual aura you almost came again. “Lemme cum inside baby, cmon it’ll feel- agh fuck,- feel so good princess”

You looked up at him with a love drunk look and nodded rapidly, orgasm building again but quicker. “G-gonna cum with you, please Daddy make me cum ag- fuck!- again!” His eyes rolled back for a second at those word. He fucked into you roughly, rubbing your clit quickly with his free hand as he came, moaning out your name as he filled you. You squealed loudly as you came again, curling up on yourself as you squirted all over his cock again.

He rocked his hips into you for a little while longer, riding out both of your orgasms before coming to a complete stop. He was huffing, matching his breath as he looked down at you. Your face was a beautiful flushed color, hair messy and sticking to your forehead, eyes glossed over with tears from overstimulation. “You’re so goddamn beautiful” he whispered, not realizing he had said it out loud. You locked eyes with him bashfully, before giving a lopsided smile and leaning up, kissing his deeply.

He kissed back just as sweetly, smiling slightly into the kiss. He may not have meant to say it, but every bit of it was true. When he pulled away, you reached up and cupped his face, now completely fucked sober. You could tell he was sober just from how he was looking at you. “I love you Billy Hargrove” he looked at you in shock, ears turning even more red. He licked his lips, suddenly noticing his mouth was dry.

He leaned down, forehead pressing against yours. “I…” he closed his eyes for a second, contemplating. He knew he loved you, deep down he knew you were the only one he’s ever felt like this with. He opened his eyes again and looked you straight in the eye. “I love you too, ___”

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He was now setting the car in reverse, pulling out of the deserted pharmacy. His hand was on your thigh, rubbing small circles on the soft flesh. You were now wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of shorts you kept in the trunk, looking down at the hand that was on your thigh. You reached down and laced your fingers together for what felt like the millionth time and smiled contently to yourself.

“What’s got you smilin’ like that princess?” You looked over at billy and saw he was taking quick glances at you from the corner of his eye ever now and then. You just shrugged, squeezing his hand softly as you looked at the road. “Just excited for my milkshake~” you joked, making him chuckle and shake his head. “Good thing we’re here then” he said as he pulled into the Burger King drive through. You smiled as he ordered your vanilla shake and his coke slushee. When he grabbed your drink, he took a small sip before handing it to you, smirking as he reached over to grab his. You rolled your eyes and laughed softly.

As he drove you home, you saw the look in his eyes. He didn’t wanna let go of you just yet. He rounded the corner, turning into the driveway slowly before coming to a stop and putting his car in park. He paused, sipping at his drink before setting it down in his cup holder. He looked over at you, just to see you already getting out of the car. He furrowed his brow, rolling his eyes as anger bubbled in his chest. Yea, sure, leave without a kiss. He was about to crank it into reverse when suddenly his door opened, and you bent down to look inside, smiling at him.

“Cmon, stay with me tonight baby” he stared at you surprised for a second before smiling, grabbing his drink and practically ripping the keys from the ignition as he got out. He closed the car door behind him, leaning down and catching your lips in a sweet, sugary kiss. He held your hand as you walked up your stairs, opening the front door. He closed the door after stepping in, looking up and locking eyes with a curly haired kid in the kitchen mid-step with a Twinkie in his mouth.

He watched as you went over and grabbed the box from his hands, putting it. On a shelf you could barely reach as you bickered at the kid. Dustin was too distracted gawking at the fact Billy Hargrove was in his house. He slowly looked over at you “____, why is Max’s older brother in our house”

Like he suddenly reminded you Billy was there, you rolled your eyes and closed the cabinet. You grabbed Billy’s slushee and put it in the freezer with your shake. You walked back over and grabbed Billy’s hand and started walking down the hall to your room “Tell mom i have my boyfriend over and I’ll hide your retainer again Dusty!” You yelled as you made your way into your room. He chuckled as he took his boots off as you closed the door. You threw the hoodie off and was only left in the shorts. Billy notified and looked you up and down, whistling. You giggled and rolled your eyes, lying down in the bed. He took his pants and shirt off as well, crawling into the bed in just boxers.

You quickly wrapped around him, snuggling your face into his neck. He wrapped an arm around your torso and held you close. This was what love felt like. Your chubby body pressed against his, your perfume and the smell of sex wafting to him. It was, relieving, comforting. He closed his eyes as you both just talked about anything that came to mind. Billy slept good that night, holding you close.

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Hope y’all liked it! If you want more Billy stuff, please request it! Im so obsessed with this man rn

[generalhumancloudalmond]

Mister Cyclop

Platonic!Yandere!Tartaglia x Bullied!Child!Male!Reader

How did it become like this? Why did you hit your brother Teucer? Why did you insult him? He... He just wanted to play with you. With his brother, whom he hadn't seen for so long. And you've been waiting so long to meet your family, too. So why did you screw it up yourself? That's not what you wanted at all...

You left earlier than planned. You didn't wait for your older brother Ajax, who was supposed to arrive in two days, but just returned to Fontaine. Initially, you dreamed of studying at Fontaine only for the sake of Teucer, he was not much younger than you and terribly loved cyclops. Once Ajax gave him a toy in the form of his favorite hero and you just can't but wanted to fulfill his dream. Just make a mechanism that would allow his favorite toy to walk.

"It would be great if Mister Cyclope could walk! Oh! And can even shoot a laser! With which he's supposed to crush enemies! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

However, here you are, looking at how other students spit in your shoes, how even one of the elders angrily looks in your direction, maybe it's a teacher.

"Stop crying, Y/n! Do you even know how many people your brother has killed and he...!"

"My brother is not a harbinger!"

"What's the difference?! You're from Snezhnaya! You're all sick in the head there! Invading foreign regions! Torture, kill, you are all monsters! From someone like you, we all have to suffer while you feast!"

Sitting on the floor, you just couldn't help but cry with resentment.

Your mom always told you to be kind to everyone, to always share and not offend anyone. So you did. On the first day you even brought hotcakes, which you made all night with your mother. You thought you'd make friends faster this way, but the other kids threw away those hotcakes and said that they didn't want to be poisoned by food from the north, that they weren't so stupid and naive as not to understand your true motives. They even read your letter that you wrote to your family, hoping to find the secret cipher. Of course, there were no any secret cipher, however, they made fun of you when they saw you admit that you were being bullied in letter.

"Oh! Are we hurting you? Really? What a pity... But you know what?! You can complain to your dad! And I'm not! Do you know why?! Because your fatui relatives killed him! Although I'm sorry! After all, the words "pain" and "loss" are not familiar to people like you!"

"I..."

"Do us all a favor, Y/n! No! Do the whole Teyvat a favor! Go back to your homeland and die with scum like yourself!"

You had nothing to say, as always. Fortunately, it was over in a couple of minutes. The class started and everyone left, everyone except you. You went to your room. You decided to finish disassembling the bag and maybe calm down a little. However, tears fell like a waterfall from your eyes when you saw a jar of condensed milk and a note from Tyuser. In your younger brother 's clumsy handwriting , it was written in large letters:

'Mom said I could take some condensed milk so I wouldn't cry. I don't know how I offended you... I'm sorry, brother. But I hope that condensed milk will cheer you up as much as it does me. By the way, you didn't hurt me at all!'

How... How could you take it out on your own brother... Also a younger one... You really are a monster from the north...

You fell asleep crying on the floor, despite the fact that it was only evening, and therefore woke up in the middle of the night. It was warm and smelled like home, like when the older brother had just returned home after another business trip. Your was nose tickled the fur, and your brother was sitting at your desk... Brother?!

"Oh! Y/n, you're awake... You really scared me, you know. You were lying on the floor, all in tears and with a fever... How are you?"

Ajax came up to you when you started crying again. However, this time your nose was buried in your brother's warm, big and motionless shoulder, and not in your small hands that were shaking nonstop and from which your own tears flowed.

"Brother... Brother..."

Ajax's left hand stroked your back soothingly, and his right hand pressed your head harder against his shoulder. Tonya called Ajax a knight, but for you he was like a brown bear, with big hands and fluffy hair.

"Do you know what I'm thinking, Y/n? About how well we will spend all the time together at home... Go ice skating, go fishing. I will definitely prepare my crown fish soup... However, Tonya will most likely disappear with her friends, as she does every yuletide... But I think they can be invited to us, Anton will definitely be embarrassed because of this..."

Your mouth unwittingly broke into a small, weak, but so tender smile at the mention of your older brother Anton, who was always blushing and shy in front of the girls. And Tonia, who, as she herself said, didn't believe in all this nonsense with fortune-telling. However, at the same time, she was looking forward to cherished days for rituals...

"Brother... I... I want to go home..."

"I know, my little rascal, and we will definitely go home..."

Enjoying a moment of happiness and such a pleasant, domestic tranquility, you do not see Ajax's eyes and do not think about the evil words of other children. you only think about home. When, at the same time, your older brother, seeing how you calm down, he starts thinking about your classmates and teachers again...

"I just need to sort something out first..."

[lumiinix]

Hey, Pardon for the Intrusion and sudden ask but is the request close? If yes, you can delete this ask and message me but if not. I appreciate it a lot

Could you make a headcanon of Suna, Osamu, Oikawa and Iwaizumi with Silent and Mean but secretly caring S/O (Like Raven from Teen Titans. S/O is snarky, sarcastic, dark and grounchy but secretly gentle to kids, their boyfriend and animals).

Haikyuu boys with a secretly caring S/O.

Pairing(s): Suna, Osamu, Oikawa x gn!reader.

Summary: To others, you are snarky, sarcastic and dark, but to him. You’re someone else.

Warning(s): None

A/N: Hey there, sorry but I only take 3 characters so I will only take the first 3 characters you choose. Other than that, enjoy!

Suna:

He’s your classmate and the two of you actually sit next to eachother.

He saw how people fear you and avoid you and honestly, he kinda did the same for a while.

That is until he saw you stay behind and feed the stray kittens that had just lost their mothers. He was just sneaking away from the Miya twins when he saw you playing and feeding them. There’s a box that have little blankets on them and milk and food around it.

And there was you, your annoyed and gloomy expression change into a much softer one as you play with the kittens, and did he even heard a giggle from you??

He was about to dip out when you caught him, your expression changed into a sort of flustered but still scary one. Clearly trying to intimidate him.

But he isn’t scared anymore, he knows your secret now and he began to teased you about how you’ve gone soft for kittens, which flustered you very much. And the rest is history.

When you two started to date, your favorite activity is to wait for him to finish volleyball practice and then the two of you to go to where the kittens are.

He values this so much as it lets him see a very different you compared to the you everyone else sees.

And boy does he feels special when you suddenly become soft for him, kissing him and holding hands after literally roast the shit out of a guy for breathing wrong-

Osamu:

The first time he meet you is when Kita told ordered him to save Atsumu’s ass from you-

He reluctantly went there when he saw you just verbally bullied the piss haired Miya, and honestly, he’s impressed.

Like it’s not everyday you get to see someone more brutal than Miya Atsumu.

When you saw him tho, you were about to verbally insult him too bc you thought he was with his twin. And he notices this.

So what does he do? He also started to verbally assault Atsumu to show you that he’s on your side and it honestly becomes fun as the both of you just straight up roast the other Miya. And the two of you begin to bond after this encounter.

Yeah Kita did not like that-

When you two started dating, it was Atsumu’s worst nightmare when the two of you were together. Like he literally cower in fear when you started to walk into the room.

And to add salt to the injury, you would become very soft to Osamu, making him bentos and such and acting like a genuinely sweet person. Which freaks Atsumu out even more.

He would love to call that out but didn’t dare to ask you both will verbally assaulted him more.

Kita is now very pleased about the fact that your present cause less fight between the twins, he even personally request you to be in their practices.

Oikawa

Nah yah gotta be childhood friends or smt cause anything besides that you’ll both just hated eachother’s guts for sure.

Like as your childhood friend, he will really hold a grasp on your true soft self and why you always have that mean and dark facade.

And you would know his facade too. A very mutual understanding.

So that’s why you both work so well with eachother…Is what close enough people like Iwaizumi would say.

The rest of the world, they still can’t get a grasp on how the fuck are you two together in the first place, much less together for years.

The volleyball team thought that you’ll be another Iwaizumi until they saw you softly comforting Oikawa when he ran into your arms after he got hit by Iwaizumi.

Yahaba tried to get to your soft side to only to be roast into crips. He took a while to recover from that.

Oikawa’s fangirls hated you because they thought of you as “too mean” but never actually have the balls to do anything about that.

Takeru lowkey loves you since you were soft with kids, it actually makes Oikawa a little jealous tbh, because he thought that he’s the only one that can see it. Let’s just say it took you a lot of milk bread and kisses for him to stop pouting (what a baby).

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

[orchideous-nox]

I love your stuff so much!! I was wondering if maybe you had some headcanons for some of the girls?? I'd love to hear them :3

Hi anon, thank you so much! This is so fun, I want to yap about the girls more often so I guess this is a good starting point!!!

Lily

I love Lily so much, since dying my hair ginger one of my favourite comments I get on tiktok is people saying I look like how they picture Lily which is the biggest compliment. I hc Lily as being bi and currently my favourite person to ship her with is Pandora but I have Chappell Roan related plans to write a one-shot of MaryLily. Lily's favourite flowers are daisies and angel's breath and you can find them in her hair during the summer. She loves to read either by the fire when it's cold or under a tree in the park in July. She's an omnivert and enjoys quiet study sessions with Remus where they don't have to talk but also is very happy to be dragged up to do karaoke with Mary and Marlene. Her favourite colour is sage green because it brings out her freckles and her favourite season is spring because she says "the air just smells different". Also plus-size Lily all the way!

Mary

Mary is a girl's girl. She is the one who teaches the younger students how to do their makeup and and is the chief hair braider. She has a diary the whole way through school and she writes all of her juiciest secrets in there because she knows all the gossip about everyone and keeps them all in the bottom of her trunk. Her favourite song would either be Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac or Does Your Mother Know by ABBA. She is the biggest flirt with everybody and the real Casanova of Gryffindor Tower. Her signature lip gloss is cherry scented and everyone is the group has had at least one kiss on the cheek from her which has left a pinky-red lip gloss mark there. If I was going to assign a fc for her it would be Rachel Chinouriri, I think she's so beautiful and the Mary vibes are just there.

Marlene

Marlene being from Manchester is so real for me. She grew up supporting Manchester United and went to the matches with her dad. She is the masc lesbian of my dreams (I saw someone who looked like her once and I might have fell a little bit in love) and they own the wolfcut. Marls can be sighted wearing a little top (baby tee/ tight crop top) and big pants (literally the baggiest jeans you have ever seen). When Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis comes on, she is singing the loudest. Marlene never came out, everyone just knew they are gay and when they got their first girlfriend everyone just shrugged and was like "cool". Marlene uses she/they pronouns and will punch anyone in the dick if they are mean to her friends. She absolutely adores Dorcas and is like "my girlfriend" at any opportunity. You can catch Marlene dancing along to Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender because "he just gets me", she she will insist he is the only man she could ever love just to annoy the Marauders boys.

Pandora

My Ravenclaw girliiieeee!! If you couldn't tell, Pandora has really grown on me recently and I am slowly working up to writing a fic where she is in the main ship. Pandora being a Ravenclaw like Luna is so important to me and I hc her as a Rosier and is Evan's twin when I write her, but not the way that people normally write them. Pandora is very adamant that she is her own person and there is more to her than being a twin. She loves her experiments which we know from canon, she would have loved watching How Its Made (the tv show), and was that kid who would take things apart to see how they work. She collects insects like butterflies, moths and beetles and keeps them in a display in her room and has pet stick insects that she loves to freak people out with. Pandora would LOVE Paris Paloma, she's vibing with Labour and Notre Dame and The Fruits. Although I said I love shipping Lily with Pandora, Xenophilius and Pandora (xenodora) have my heart, I love them, they are my favourite straight-presenting queer couple. I think they chose the surname Lovegood when they got married (I hc Xeno as a disowned Malfoy) which I know a few people hc. I could talk about Pandora forever but I will move on.

Dorcas

Last but not least, Dorcas! She's the kind of girl who calls everyone babydoll (Barty loves it). She's such an it-girl and would be the person you see on Instagram posing in front of the houses in Kensington with her iced coffee. Dorcas is taalllll and has legs for days, models should be glad she decided to stick to being the office siren. Her favourite hobbies are judgingly people watching in the window seat of coffee shops, and taming her girlfriend to stop them from trying to fight everyone who looks at the two of them funny. Everyone thinks Dorcas hates them at first (even Marlene who spend months thinking Dorcas was rebuffing her advances), but she just looks at everyone like that, she shows her love by being mean. Dorcas loves to listen to Rina Sawayama, her favourite song is STFU!

I'm just gonna stick with those 5 for now because they're the ones I write in my fics. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to yap about them!!! <3