#i think you've got to go back a long time to find a president who didn't attend an ivy+

[dostoyevsky-official]

Why is the prestige of an educational institution seemingly so important specifically in the US (i am not from there but why is the ivy league etc regarded as so much better than other unis if what is being taught is the same specifically in the humanities where you do not need expensive equipment)? Except maybe that if there is higher selectivity then the profile of the students will be of ones that are more ambitious / with better grades so overall the level would be higher and the teaching/learning experience would be more intense? sorry for this dumb question, i went to uni in the uk (i am from eu) and their class system and this whole way of thinking astonished me, a lot of arrogance+ignorance+immaturity imo combined, so i am trying to draw parallels about the anglo world i guess

briefly put, universities are now jobs training centers (in a way they've always been so, but not explicitly like this) and the ivies are an employment network like no other. employers will look at your application more favorably if you have an ivy+ on your resume, and you can attend events and/or socialize to get your resume on an employer's desk to begin with; they will disregard your resume if you're from a bad public school. ivies weren't seen as academically rigorous until fairly recently in the context of their long history (berkeley, CA is a presigious "public ivy" city college and hunter college, CUNY, used to be seen as prestigious "public ivies" until funding got choked off), but they were always playgrounds for old money. there's an undeniably higher selectivity for quality, but a lot of those students are the fig leaf the universities use to cover something called legacy admissions, which is when your admissions chances to a school get significantly boosted by having one or both parents as that school's alumni. legacy admissions are at play at all the ivies and nearly all universities in the country, but notably not at MIT. the other reasons why prestige gets so played up, or why the ivies dominate attention, is because almost the entire elite attended ivy+ colleges. in a sense, it's both a self-referential circle and a personal affair on the pages of our dailies and everywhere else (like oxbridge and eton in the uk) etc. this is combined with the general anti-intellectual trend in america, exemplified by significant quantities of stupid people who, for instance, imagine every college student attends CRT 101: from maoism to the sea classes at the ivies (in reality, the vast majority of americans attend publics, and the ivies are quite conservative)

[darlingofvalyria]

As lovers, you and Aegon were the best. As exes, you and him might be the actual worst. But he can't help himself, and you're powerless to your own desires. A Halloween Party, more than hard liquor, and glances that attempts to stifle stares of want— everything comes to a catalyst.

╰┈➤ PROMPTS ❝ INTOXICATED, DOM/SUB DYNAMICS ❞

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 2,359 ] [ masterlist ] | Modern!AU Aegon Targaryen II x F!Reader

contains— smut, angsty - exes to lovers, frat parties, college au!, possessive, cheating (not you or aeg), intoxication - messy sex for the messy exes, sorta toxic if you squint - petnames: sweet angel, sweet girl, sweetheart - mention of drug usage, slight hint addiction - nsfw: fingering, overstimulation, marking, dubcon + enthusiastic agreement, degradation, praise kink, dom!aeg— dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink if you squint, creampie - no betas.

a/n— hopefully this works for the request! it's a little... sadder and smuttier, but hey! ahahah! this is why i don't do daily kinktober. as an overwriter, it's just not possible to be quick jsdhjsh. comment, reblog & like at will, mi luvs, mwa!

It starts with, "Don't look, it's your ex."

And you pause. You freeze. You physically feel the adrenaline course through each and which way vein in your system, finding the end of your epidermis and hairline. It's a lot and you still have yet to land your eyes on him. The punch you've been offered not long ago that's slowly been condensing between your fingers register in your brain as cold, a drink, alcoholic— that you toss your head back and chug.

You sputter and choke afterward, your friend slamming her hand on your back in sympathy. "F-fuck. That's gross."

"Dude," she nervously giggles. "I don't think you were supposed to throat shot that."

"It tastes chemical, like chugging a nuclear reactor. I don't recommend it either." You exchange each hand to wipe the wetness on your skirt and holding your glass, trying to settle your nerves. "Where is he?"

"Got waylaid by two frat brothers, Dumb and Dumber, I think... think he's chatting up— yep, Frat President, with... an Olsen Twin on his lap. Fuck. I'm sorry, bestie."

You try to laugh but it comes out strangled. Because of course. Aegon is a pretty comet who streaks by, just as pretty and just as infrequent, coming to pass like a godly miracle and people just devours him.

Because he's Aegon, always the shiniest star, the bestest friend, somehow everyone's first something. First kiss, first messy hookup, first 'and he did this thing with his tongue, oh my gods, I saw five stars and the moon!', etcetera.

You aren't his first love and you sure as shit aren't going to be his first heartbreak. You wonder how many heartbreaks it'll be tonight; there's a running tally of three heartbreaks within one party, a fantastical rumour, a proud, mysogynistic chidding between male friends— before you got together with him, before your sphere ever clashed with Aegon Targaryen when he too was just a comet to you, a moon, an asteroid— always on orbit but always outside, unknown to the taste of his lips when he giggles between kisses, nor the pretty sighs when your fingers find the bulge in his pants.

Fuck. You're getting teary and you're in your first Halloween party since breaking up with Aegon. You got dressed up and had gotten your makeup done by your more creative friend.

You need to stop wasting emotions and cruelly painful thoughts for the star haired boy.

"Fuck it. Where's the hard drugs?"

Your friend snorts. "I'm not letting you do hard drugs. I am going to do very nice grass with you from very nice people on the sofa already hallucinating."

"Fine. But we're doing shots."

Aegon didn't see you the first time he arrived, but he will always, always find you in a crowd.

It's your laughter that triggers it this time, a sound embedded in his bones that he turns like a dog at the sound, as if finding his master. And then you're there, loose and happy, his heart stuttering at the pure joy and fun in your face, in your body, as you swayed slightly the beat, holding a freshly emptied shot glass.

He swallows. Fuck. You're still so pretty.

Your makeup is done sharper, your lips glossy and bright— a cherry red. His mouth watering when you pout dramatically at your friend, the pulsing lights caressing every dip and bow, every curve and edge of you. Your hair is loose, framing your face with a fake, paper halo over your head that sparkles in glitter, matching the body glitter across your shoulders and collarbones, even the peeks of your thighs under the white, silk dress that, with a jump in his throat, has his cock standing at attention.

He knows that dress.

He remembers the ghostly echoes of the lace detailing atop your chest, how it feels under his palms when he skates his hand over to squeeze your tits, the feel of the silk against his stomach when you lean over his body as your pussy flutters, clenching, while you roll and grind against him, trying to find pleasure—

"Fucking hell," he downs the punchy, mysterious liquid that's just straight vodka with rum, soda and strawberry syrup (absolutely disgusting but good enough for college students on a Friday), because he's fucking hard, and you're just there, oblivious, dancing, looking gorgeous, and his heart is aching. You're everything he's ever want, desired and should have kept better care for— fuck all the arguments, all the fights, all the stupid little reasons that he can't remember anymore why you two broke up —

And his stare is heated, penetrative, because the next thing he knows you're looking back at him. A thread of swallowing gaze, of empty thought but the baseborn sound of a Halloween party and two people who can't look away. Their past is twisted between them, their future uncertain, but their present is here and the want is certain.

The shared heat is gone when a hand is on his shoulder and he is forcibly turned. Qoren Martell shakes his head, lips turned down.

"No, dude. That's a bad idea."

And Aegon smirks because that's what's expected of him. His fingers tingle as he clench and unclench them. He can't be seen mooning over an ex.

"Not if she wants it."

It's a douchebag reply, an Aegon Second of His Name reply, but Qoren knows him better than that, even Jason who's not even looking at him, staring at Solana who was grinding against some frat bro from Beta Theta while staring directly at him.

Aegon snorts when Qoren smacks Jason's head.

"So that's why you didn't bring Johanna, you fucker." Aegon takes another beer, itching for the paraphernalia hot in his pocket. You've turned away and the itch is back, low but steady.

Jason shrugs. "I don't know what you mean."

"I am not babysitting both of you, motherfucks," Qoren mutters. "You're both responsible of your mistakes tonight I'm meeting Somi tomorrow and neither of you messy fuckers are going to ruin that for me, alright?" With that, he slaps a hand on both of their backs, making Jason curse as his beer spills.

When Aegon watches Qoren leave, he turns back to you and see you're already staring, irises too wide, full lips slightly open, and the thrum of heat, nice and striking, runs down his body.

He's going to fuck you. Or you're going to fuck him. It's set in stone, written in fate's ink. When you move away, his stare hooked on you, he smirks the moment you turn back to see if he's still watching, starving, and cocking your head as if asking,

Not going to follow?

But of course he does, it's you and him.

It doesn't start with a kiss. It's a hungry stare meeting in a bathroom mirror spotted by dry water, and he knows what you need, taking your hair in his hand as he stands beside you, tugging you toward him as a gasp leaves your lips, your hands winding to his hips, anchoring yourself.

"How much have you had?" he asks, moving his hand to your neck, stroking the edge of your jaw, watching your wet lashes and licking lips. "Come on, sweet angel." His other hand moves to the edge of your white silk, running his nails across your thighs.

"Does it matter? I want you." A breathy whimper leaves your lips as his mouth latches on your neck, tugging your hair to the side to start sucking bruises as his hand finds your panties and a groan rips out of him.

"You're this wet, sweet angel? All for me?"

"I was grinding on, hhh— Jon, don't flatter your—" You yelp, a sounding slap on your wet cunt and your wetness clings to his hand. You squirm in his hold, but he tightens, cupping your centre with his thick hand.

"This is my pussy," he hums sweetly, cheekily, but you know better. Aegon got sweeter when he was jealous. He smiled brighter when he got angry. He goaded when he hears warning in someone's voice. Daring them. Daring you. "How fucking dare you let someone— Snow, that creepy, depressed asshole, really, sweetheart? — my pussy?"

A flash of heat in your eyes meets his mullish blue gaze. Heat and hurt. "We've broken up, Aeg. You don't get to own me."

His heart thrums, head swimming— but not much as yours. You don't do drugs as hard as him, and you've been hitting something tonight. Your irises are wider, blacker even when you're turned on. You kept wetting your lips even as slick already covers your gloss. With a hum, he thrusts two of his fingers inside without preamble and you keen, arching against him as he kept a steady, fast pace, using the meat of his palm every few chuckles to rub your clit until your leg shakes.

"F-fuck, fuck, Aeg—" Your hands hold onto him for dear life as you feel your orgasm tide but he doesn't let up, continues his humming with his fingers, his mouth sucking your neck until you feel slobbered through the haze, until it starts to hurt with your overstimulation, forming bruises continually sucked on— and you cum again, too fast and too painful the second time. Pushed rather than pulled into the peak and he coos as he slows once you start crying out, tears in your eyes, mouth agape, patting your pussy and even you can hear the squelch.

His last pat is more of a slap, making you jolt and wail.

He smiles as he meets your watery gaze in the mirror, leaning back against the tiled wall to pull your skirt up, bracing you against his knee so you can see your wet and abused fluffy folds.

"What'd I tell you, darling? This is mine. Even she recognises me when you couldn't. For being an angel, you sure do got a mean streak."

You sniffle, nodding along in your hazy mind. "S-sorry. I'm sorry, Aeg."

"Aw, it's okay, only hurt my heart a little." He gives you a sweet peck on the cheek, fingers running down the wet path of freshly forming bruises on your neck. "I've missed you s'all."

"Me too. I-I've missed you too, baby," you say, eyes burning as you blink at the sincerity, smile turning a little softer, more real. "Wanna feel you."

"You already did, sweets, you did well too. How many special grass have you had?"

"Just okay." You twist in his hold, his knee straightening as you turn to him with your hands on his chest, looking up, pouting. "But I want you."

His cock throbs and you feel it against your thigh, but his face remains neutral, tinged with amusement as if he doesn't want to hoist you and fuck you into oblivion.

"It seems such the angel has forgotten her manners." He presses his thumb against your lip until he pushes it deeper, pressing it against your tongue before letting you suck on it, lashes fluttering.

"That's not what we say when want something. Use your words properly, baby," he mock, heat sizzling inside you, cunt throbbing. Though pleasing him has always been how your dynamic works, enjoying the way your mind blanks, filled only with the desire to be his sweet girl, his good girl while he relishes in dominating you.

Physically manhandling you was one thing, puppeteering your wants to mould his was another.

Loss of control was a soft tissue in Aegon's armour. And though you had gotten close, he had never opened up that part of him.

It was one of the reasons you broke up.

Your intoxicated-addled mind comprehends that, to a level, this is bad, but b, he's close, distracting you with his presence, his thumb on your mouth a familiar action, and you never get just one orgasm from Aegon so it doesn't linger long. The thought vanishes like a salt-licked ghost from a too recent past before you're holding on his hand and you're smiling sweetly.

"I want you to feel good too, Aeg," you whisper. "I want your cock inside me."

And he smiles— won, lost, who knows anymore. "There she is."

The next events are truly hazy. All you can remember is that he's close, closer than he's been in months, in you and stuck to you, snapping his hips against yours while your legs are up and jelly, bunched up in his arms while you hold strong against the wall.

The world is mush of thought, tongue, and messy kisses that are more spit and moan between your familiar, favourite cock driving into you again and again. A steady, almost sweetly, rock of his hips driving into that spongy, hard part of you that makes your toes curl and the pleasure to overwhelm. There's sweat and there are tender presses of his lips on your face when you both calm down, almost too sweetly, too needy for the Aegon that you know.

But every time you're about to come down from that high, he's rocking into you again, squeezing your thighs, your tits, using the mess of your cum and his to rub against your clit, and you're gone again.

The pleasure, driven again and again, wipes your memory of the more tender words he murmurs against your skin.

"L-love you so much, baby, god, you don't know how much I've missed you."

"You cumming again? T-that's a good girl, so sweet f'me, fuck, so good."

You don't know how you got to the room the morning, but you're dry and clean and the morning is stale but not head pounding. And you wake up alone, no trace of Aegon at all.

If it wasn't for the trail of bruised kisses against your throat, the throbbing between your legs, full of shared cum when you dip a finger in— you could've said he was nothing more than a ghost of the past, a pretty little dream.

Hooking up with your ex ends with a toughened heart, too empty to cry as you read a message from him.

BLOCK HIM: i'm sorry.

[shortstrawberry]

Just imagine MC and Bela having a moment in Miranda’s route when Bela asks MC to dance - and suddenly they both realize they remembered eachother this entire time

You asked for it, and so you shall receive some Bela angst!

You looked around the council room, feeling lost in the celebration happening. Even though the result of Bela Dimiterescu winning was obvious, the celebration was in full swing. Speaking of the winner, you look around for her, intending to congratulate her. All you could spot instead was Miranda looking at you with a curious and upset expression. You choose to ignore her, still upset at her recent rude behaviour towards you.

You feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around and find a serious faced Bela Dimiterescu before you. The new student council president you were searching for. You haven't really gotten to know her a whole lot, but from what you've seen, the tall blonde woman is a no nonsense person who is obsessed with work. And yet, every time you lay your eyes on her, you feel there's something more to her.

Just like right now, especially when Bela Dimiterescu of all people is smiling faintly towards you, the serious expression long gone.

"Were you searching for me?"

You gulp. For some reason, the word always got stuck in your throat.

You swallowed thickly, congratulating her instead.

"Ah, yes. I just wanted to congratulate you."

In answer, the Council President surprisingly offered you her hand.

"How about congratulations with a dance?"

You could feel Miranda glaring daggers at your back. You know just how possessive Headmistress could be over you. Frankly speaking, you don't have the patience to entertain Miranda's shenanigans today. Especially when the older woman is hell bent to behave like a entitled brat towards you.

And so you laid your hand in Bela's, accepting the dance. But not without a quick warning.

"Careful. I'm not exactly the best dancer."

Bela's faint smile twitched at that. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be good enough."

You frowned. The answer was said so confidently, as if Bela has danced with you before. But this is the first time you've even been withdrawn 2 feet distance of her.

You look up, finding Bela gently leading you accross the dance floor. Her grip was firm, read to catch you if you fall. But it was also gentle enough that if you choose to go, Bela would let go of you.

Let go

Your eyes found hers, and you swear you could see a life flashing in them. A life that you can't remember living, but somehow feel in your bones that it was yours.

Our life

"See? I told you, you're not a half bad dancer."

Bela said with a gentle tone. There was this faint remembrance in the words, as if she knows something she isn't letting on. But you didn't get much chance to think, as Bela twisted your around for a spin, catching you back in her arms, closer than before.

You can feel sweat gathering on your brow, your face becoming flush at this intimate position. Your chest was almost flush with hers. Bela noticed this, looking at you with both mild amusement and concern.

"What's the matter? Feeling dizzy?"

You couldn't control the words that fell from your mouth.

"And if I was, would you make me a soup again?"

Bela immediately came to a pause, her eyes going wide. This time, you managed to catch hold of the memories slipping by in Bela Dimiterescu's eyes.

You saw the beaches of Italy, the cafe's and that hotel room with red rose petals. You felt a beautiful blonde girl on top of you, holding you down against satin sheets. You heard her calling you out in her breathy voice.

"Kitten"

You gasped, almost losing your footing as memories upon memories hit you like a angry truck. But Bela, sweet and strong Bela held you protectively, her yes trained on you.

"Please, please, please tell me you ---"

"I remember." You completed the sentence, your voice as thick with tears as Bela's is.

"I remember!"

Aaaaand that's it. I wonder what happens next 🫣

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 4475 (chapter 52)

52. Dogs to a Gunfight

"Page? Karen Page? I need to see her." You say, making your way towards one of the interrogation rooms in the police station, coming face to face with more officers than you can count. 

At least four tall figures loom over you, scrutinizing your every move. Despite feeling slightly intimidated, you hold your ground. "What's the matter, ma'am?" The tallest one, sporting a long beard, questions.

"Lawyer business. She's my colleague." 

"I.D.?" His accent is thick; he's probably from England or even Scotland.

"What is this, are you holding the president himself? Come on." You open your briefcase, fully packed with documents and your personal belongings, struggling to find your purse stuck at the bottom of it, under some folders. As you retrieve your I.D., the whole hallway of officers is now looking at you, hands resting on their belts, ready to grab their guns if you were to pull out something other than a document. You calmly hand the bearded officer your I.D. and wait for him to let you through.

"30? You don't look a day older than 26." 

You furrow your eyebrows, feeling a mixture of surprise and confusion at the comment. "Thanks, I guess," you say hesitantly. "Can I go in now?" 

"Yeah, sure." He steps aside, with the other three officers, giving you the document back.  

The doors fly open and Karen jumps in her seat, but then recognizes you and immediately sighs. "Oh, it's you, thank God."

"Karen, what's-" She knocks the air out of your lungs, embracing you tightly. You hesitate at first, but then wrap your arms around her, hugging her back. "Are you okay?" 

She pulls back, quickly wiping a tear from her cheek, "Yeah, yeah. I'm alright."

"I'm not." Grotto clears his throat, bringing all the attention to himself. "That freak almost killed me yesterday."

"Could you please elaborate on the situation, Mr. Grotto?" You take the information sheet from Karen, swiftly scanning through her notes. "I'm new to your case."

"Where's Murdock and that other? Who are you?"

"Your lawyer, Mr Grotto, get used to it." Your face becomes expressionless and blank as if you've turned off all your emotions. You did this intentionally; clients always need that coldness for reassurance.

Foggy enters with a fresh wave of air, but alone, happy to see you with Karen. 

"The paperwork's almost done and Brett's gonna be in in a minute." Karen is the first to speak, gently moving away from Foggy. He greets you with a firm hand on your shoulder.

"Where's Murdock?" Grotto asks again, not sparing a glance in your direction. 

Foggy sits next to you clearing his throat. "He took a sick day." A sick day? First, he's not answering your calls, and now a sick day? You look at Foggy, confused but say nothing. Not the time. "You told us the Irish were attacked by a whole gang of guys. I'm pretty sure the word you used was "army." You want to tell me why I'm now hearing this is all being done by one man?"

 "Look, I didn't know you guys were-" 

"Who does he work for?" This time Foggy left his soft side at home, and you're happy about it.

 "I got no idea!"

 "Well, what do you know?" You ask, studying Grotto. He's scared, twitchy and aware of every sound that reaches his ears, like a guard dog protecting his bone.

 "I know he's a sociopath, that's what. I mean, yeah, fine I heard the rumors, okay, but I didn't think I thought it was ridiculous, okay? Ten, or 20 guys could be mowed down at a time. And with precision? You know, tactically. Every hit was like some kind of SEAL Team 6. Then people started saying it was one guy doing all that. One man? I thought it was a ghost story." He takes a deep breath, focusing on Karen. "Some campfire shit you tell freshies to make 'em crap their pants. But now... You saw. That guy was the Grim Reaper." Karen's face tones down a shade.

"Mr. Grote, I'm Sergeant Mahoney.  Got some clothes here for you." Mahoney comes inside, carrying an orange uniform. 

"What? Am I arrested?" Grotto's eyes widen at the prison clothes, disappointment in his lawyers rising.

"Just protective custody until we can figure out WITSEC." 

"Why the peel?" 

"Or stay in the gown with your ass hangin' out, - I don't care." Mahoney answers, visibly drained from last night, and annoyed. "We pulled the security footage from the hospital. I've got ten men going over it right now."

"Any leads?" You ask, hopeful for this shit to end quickly.

"I was hoping you had something. Let's let him change. You two wanna step outside with me for a sec? Now, the DA's office is sending someone over to talk you through Witness Protection options."

"Today?" Foggy asks nervously, he didn't feel ready to face anyone from the District Attorney's office.

"Yeah, right now. And listen, take whatever deal they offer, okay? You don't wanna mess with this psycho." Mahoney walks up to pour himself a cup of coffee.

"So you do have a lead." Karen walks up behind you. You're eager to find out what happened to Matt, and your hand instinctively grasps the cross around your neck.

"I ever tell you what Clemons used to say? Gotta treat witnesses like mushrooms." Mahoney takes a sip, and continues,  "Feed 'em shit, and keep 'em in the dark. That scum's on a need to know."

"So fill us in. Who's bankrolling this guy? Who does he work for?" Foggy leans forward to hear Mahoney better. 

"The DA's office says the shooter's independent. Vigilante type, targeting different crime families. And not in a ...a Daredevil way. In a Death Wish way."

You instantly get uncomfortable upon the mention of Daredevil. Great, another vigilante. Just exactly what this city needed.

"Holy shit." 

"Daredevil kicks ass, this whole city cheers like we just won the World Series. But this guy? He does it, and the streets get bloody. Makes everybody stop and think twice about the whole 'hero' proposition." 

"Well, what do you think?" You ask, curious about how Mahoney feels about city's vigilantes, one in red particularly.

"The whole force is split. Some cops want him off the street, others think he's making our jobs a whole lot easier. But if you ask me, it's only a matter of time before the wrong person gets caught in the crossfire." You nod slowly to Mahoney's words, agreeing; it was a blessing just as much as it was a curse.

"Yeah, you put it that way, I guess copycats were inevitable." Foggy sighs.

"No, it's not the first, just the latest. Yeah, we call them 'Devil Worshipers.' Nutjobs inspired by the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Shit, most of 'em are just ineffectual idiots, but this guy, in all my years on the force, I've never seen anything like him." Mahoney leaves you three standing in a complete silence.

*** 

"Shit, it's not an assistant, it's the actual DA." You nudge Foggy with your elbow when you notice a tall woman making her way down the corridor.

"That's Reyes?" Karen looks at the two of you confused.  

"In all her defense-attorney-destroying glory. How do I look?" Foggy turns to face the two of you, adjusting his jacket and running a hand through his long hair. He desperately needed a decent haircut.

"Uh, semi-professional." Karen jokes, but Foggy's fallen face tells you that he took it to the heart. "No, Foggy, I'm kidding."

"You'll be fine." You tap him on the shoulder, fixing your slick back ponytail.

"Okay." Foggy squeezes a tight smile at you.

"Are they the ones that brought in Grote?" Reyes asks with authority in her voice, making every officer in this part of the station stop in their tracks and listen.

"Um, Franklin Nelson, of Nelson and Murdock," Foggy says with a hesitant smile as he extends his hand, but Reyes doesn't reciprocate the gesture. "This is my associate, Karen Page, and my colleague, Y/N Y/L/N," he adds, gesturing towards you with a nod of his head.

As she catches sight of you, her face lights up with recognition, eyes squinting as she looks on you, but Reyes doesn't verbally acknowledge it. Instead, she instructs the officers, "I want you to get Mr. Grote ready for transport."

"Excuse me, but, transport where, exactly?" Foggy starts panicking.

 Reyes turns to her assistant, Tower, "Once he's in our custody, I want you to personally handle all the arrangements."

"Just to put it out there, our client's already given us a list of his conditions." Foggy interrupts, and you bite the inside of your cheek when Reyes makes a face at Foggy's comment; the kind of face one would use on a kindergartener who asked something as stupid as 'why people can't fly?'

"Mr. Nelson, have you ever negotiated a witness protection agreement?"

 "Well, speaking for my firm, I can attest that we're all very fast learners," Foggy speaks again, and you can only watch him fall even further in her eyes.

"The District Attorney appreciates your efforts, but our office will be handling the case from here." One look from Reyes, and Tower is already kissing her butt. Typical career chaser.

"Excuse me. Grotto is our client." You insert yourself in the conversation, earning a laser-like look from Reyes, "We asked for your help, not for you to turn things around however you want, Ms Reyes."

"And it would be in Mr Grote's best interest for you to recuse yourselves so he can bring in a legal team with more expertise." Tower's eyes bore into yours. 

While you two briefly engage in a staredown, Karen mutters under her breath with a slight chuckle, "You mean someone you can push around."

"We had enough expertise to handle Wilson Fisk." Foggy puffs his chest, boasting.

"I'll say this once, Mr. Nelson." Reyes begins, "If, God willing, your firm doesn't collapse under the weight of the chickens and the fruit baskets you've been collecting from your indigent clientele, there will come a time when you need to ask a favor of the District Attorney's office. And depending on how this situation resolves, that favor will either be forthcoming or permanently withheld. Am I making myself clear? "

"Of course." Foggy utters quickly, obviously crapping his pants.

"Hang on," You gesture with your hands, smiling, "so, just to wipe the dust from my quite recent Master's diploma, as someone who represents the government, Ms Reyes, you surely act biased, am I correct?" Tower and Reyes both similarly raise their eyebrows, "I mean, what's it for the government if a law firm like us with all of our fruit baskets and chickens collapses or not? What, if I was still in Hogarth, Chao and Benowitz, I wouldn't have to go through all this crap, when there's an active psycho shooter on the loose who wants to kill our client, right?" 

"You know what y/n?" Foggy turns to you, hiding his grin, "I just remembered, that local DA's don't have jurisdiction over the witness protection program. That's solely determined by the U.S. Attorney's office, a.k.a. the Feds, who are probably just as douchey as you are, but at least they can deliver on their promises and their threats. Since this really isn't working out between us, maybe I should just deal with them directly."

"I happen to know a few feds actually, let me make a call-" You pull out your phone, meanwhile Reyes grasps your wrist and lowers it. 

"Hang up. What do you want?" 

"I'd be careful with hands, after all we're in a police station." You continue smiling, watching how Reyes's fingers leave your skin.

"As I see it, the District Attorney's office would like to receive credit for any arrests that arise from Mr. Grote's testimony. And my client, on the other hand, could definitely use the enthusiastic endorsement of the New York DA when entering in his witpro agreement. In either case, he'll be requiring legal representation, which will be provided by the law firm of Nelson and Murdock. To put it in layman's terms -  cut the shit, lady. You're dealing with us." Foggy's self-confidence is going through the roof and you couldn't be any more prouder than you are right now, watching Reyes and Tower's crestfallen faces, after someone finally put them in their places.

"Oh,  that was amazing!" Karen exclaims as soon as Reyes disappears out of earshot.

"That was just round one."

***  

"So, what happened?" You ask Karen when she steps outside to get some fresh air and finds you sitting on a bench in front of the station, smoking.

"Uh, apparently that crazy guy with a gun is called the Punisher now." She sits next to you, exhaling loudly.

"Huh, everyone's got a fancy name now. What about Grotto?"

"Reyes wants to wire him and meet some drug dealer called Brass so they could get more on the Punisher." 

"Well, shit." You sigh, watching the smoke evaporate from your cigarette into the gray sky. "It rarely ends well with the wires. That's basically a death sentence to Grotto."

"What do you mean?"

"Most of the time people with wires are not lucky because they're too nervous, sweating, avoiding eye contact or touching their chest, because the wire starts feeling itchy, and it's easy to notice, especially if a person has experience in illegal stuff. Drug dealers are very careful, mainly when it's a simple meeting, or they know that someone they're meeting has been arrested or lawyered up. It's a simple thing really, but the adrenaline of the situation is out of Grotto's control." You're met with Karen's wide eyes, so you shrug "my dad was a cop. Many failed missions."

"This can't be it, right? There has to be a solution, somehow we can turn the situation around."

"I wouldn't stress myself about someone like Grotto that much. I know how scary it must've felt in that hospital, but Grotto brought this on himself, and if that man is out for revenge, we're not gonna stop him with a simple witness protection, and neither will Reyes. She's practically using him as bait to lure the big fish."

Karen lowers her head, looking at the ground, shoulders slumped with defeat. "You're staying here?"

"Yeah, gotta talk with Mahoney. You're going back to the office? I want you to send these back to-" 

You're about to reach for a folder in your briefcase, when Karen shakes her head, "Um, not really. I'm going elsewhere before, don't wanna lose the documents."

"Alright, doesn't matter," you stand up, dropping the remains of your cigarette on the ground. "See you later?"

"Yeah, probably." 

You leave Karen sitting alone and slowly stroll towards the station, hopeful to not cross paths with Reyes or her puppy Tower, but it wouldn't be a fucked up day without things you dread the most coming true next to the coffee machine. 

"Had a nice break, Miss Y/l/n?" Reyes asks when you come face-to-face with her in the lobby.

"Yeah, I did." You press a 'coffee with milk' button on the machine, "did you manage to fuck things up for us?"

"I would be careful with that mouth of yours, y/n." Reyes's voice becomes threateningly low.

"I'm done sugarcoating things, District Attorney. You put him on a deathbed simply because you think working with smaller firms is a waste of time. If you actually manage to catch the Punisher with our client as bait, you'd get all the glory and all the votes for the next election, right?" 

"You think you can see through me, but the truth is, you can't see past your nose, y/n. I know a lot about you that might be a big push out of your seat; I mean, a client getting killed in your arms is enough to excuse you, but all the times you were involved with Daredevil?" She scoffs a low laugh, "I am keeping a close eye on you."

You swallow some harsh words, and offer a tight-lipped smile, "Glad to be such an important part of your busy life, D.A." You grab your coffee, excusing yourself from Reyes's presence before you lose your temper in a police station of all places.

***  

Matt was in a state of distress as his ears were filled with a piercing, agonizing ringing sensation. The discomfort was so intense that it felt like a sharp needle was being driven into his brain while a deafening church bell reverberated in his ear simultaneously. It was an overwhelming experience to be deprived of not just one, but two of his most vital senses. While Matt had grown accustomed to living without one sense, the sudden loss of hearing felt like a terrifying nightmare. Frightening thoughts raced through his mind, with the fear that this deafness might be permanent, but just as quickly as it appeared, the feeling dissipated. Amidst the confusion and shattered glass, there was nothing else left; nothing new.

He still hasn't called you back. He kept replaying the "love you" part in his head over and over again. You must be at the station with Foggy and Karen, and he didn't want to disturb you. If anything, he'll call back in the evening, ask you to come over, and fall asleep with his head resting in your lap. Your fingers in his hair, and you, telling him about your day and how you three got Grotto into the witness protection.

Maybe that guy's bullet hit him harder than Matt initially thought. None of these events were part of Matt's plans for the evening, as he had a significant amount of Daredevil business to attend to. At times, Matt longed to establish his own identity, separate from the complexities of leading a clandestine double life. With each passing day, the persona of the devil drew Matt deeper into this vigilante shit, making it increasingly challenging for him to maintain his true self, to exist solely as Matt Murdock.

A knock on his door interrupts Matt's thoughts. He slowly navigates the corridor and, when the knocking persists, yells, "I'm coming, I'm coming."

"Hey." Karen greets first.

"Hey. Sorry, you startled me." Matt's voice is low and uncertain.

"I didn't mean to." Karen apologizes, immediately regretting her decision to come here.

"Come in."

"Uh, sure?" 

"Of course." Matt lets Karen inside and closes the door. "I, uh I heard what happened."

"Yeah, I'm fine." She says, voice wavering, " No, uh, actually, I'm I'm barely holding on. I really don't enjoy being used for target practice."

"Come here." He extends an arm towards Karen's body and engulfs her in a brief hug. "I'm glad you're okay."

"How about you?" 

"Uh, me, yeah, I'm fine." He lies. He's been lying too much recently.

"Hair of the dog that bit you?" Karen gently kicks a piece of broken glass, watching Matt walk towards the kitchen aisle. 

"It's, uh, it's not what it looks like."

"What does it look like?"  Karen is met with a stone-cold poker face and quickly apologizes. "Sorry. No, I don't mean to pry. I just... I worry about you a little bit-"

"No need. There's no need to worry."

"Yeah, you know that doesn't help, right? You, denying that there's anything wrong."

"Karen, let's not-" 

"No, I... How many times can I hear that you fell down the stairs, - or you walked into a door?" 

"Well, you know, I'm blind." Matt deadpans, only to be met with a counterargument.

"And you know that I'm not an idiot." Matt huffs loudly in response. "Okay, um Let's say this. When, or if, you ever feel like you can tell me what's really going on with you I promise that I'm here. Is that a deal?" 

"That is a deal. Now, what can you tell me about the meeting with the DA?"

"Yeah, um, it's... Where to begin? Um. Reyes showed up." Karen sits on the sofa.

"Personally?" 

"Uh, yeah."

"Any idea why?" 

"Well, uh, it wasn't to bask us in the warmth of her personality, I can tell you that."

"Yeah, Reyes wouldn't buy a pack of gum if it didn't move her political career forward."

"Well, she wants him on a wire. She's got him set up for a meeting with some big fish in the mob named Brass."

"And are they gonna protect Grotto?" 

"Yeah. Foggy and y/n made sure of it." Karen notices Matt's expression softening. " But he's scared shitless over this psycho shooter, Matt, and I can't say that I blame him. Reyes even used it for leverage. She called him 'the Punisher'." 

"What do they know about him?" 

"That he's very scary, but I could have told you that. So whatever they know about him downtown, they're keeping it to themselves."

"All right, well, that's where we start." Matt rises from his seat, making his way towards Karen, "We need to put together a file, a thorough one. Find out who this guy is, and what makes him tick."

"Great."

"You think, uh you think he's crazy?" Matt asks. 

"Uh, the Punisher? No. I think he was inevitable."

"Inevitable? How so?" He draws his eyebrows together, confused. 

"Maybe... maybe we created him. All of us. The moment that we let Daredevil, or the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, or whatever it is-" 

"There's no connection." Matt's answer comes flying immediately, and now it's Karen who's confused.

"Well, actually, I think it's a pretty straight line, Matt. Daredevil practised vigilante justice in our backyard and we applauded him for it. I know that I did. And we never stopped to think that maybe his actions could open the door for men like this. Men with guns. Men who think that the law belongs to them."

Matt crosses his arms in defence. "There's a difference."

"Well, I don't see it. Not anymore." Karen's voice rises slightly.

"Yeah, well Daredevil never killed anyone." 

"Well, not that we know of."

There's something about this city that makes good people want to shoot their way out of bad situations."

"You think this 'Punisher' could be a good person?" Matt is amazed at Karen's train of thought.

"No. No, I'm just saying he could be any one of us. I'm gonna get back to Foggy. You know he hates prepping cases alone."

"Right. What about y/n? She won't help you?" Matt makes the situation even more awkward by asking about you, but he just couldn't help himself.

"She's probably gonna still be at the station." 

"What for?"

"I don't know Matt, you can just call her." Her words come out harsher than she wanted, so she quickly adds, "if you need anything at all-" 

"No, I won't." He answers quickly.

"You just let us know, okay?" Karen hurries to get to the door before Matt.

"Okay, thanks. Thank you for coming around."

Karen turns around in the doorway, standing only a step away. Matt feels the change in the air and slightly backs away. "Wait, Matt, I, um... We care about you. You're worth keeping around."

Matt only nods, and Karen's high heels are already ringing in the corridor.

*** 

You return to the temporal station, crossing paths with Reyes in the corridor again. When you step inside, Foggy is giving a lecture to Grotto. "Whoa, who's this accordion-selling fella?" You say, noticing the ugly white shirt that Reyes gave to Grotto, causing him to grimace at your comment. "Reyes almost burned me with her laser eyes."

"This is not a deal you walk away from." Foggy ignores your blabbering and continues.

"Not alive, no." Grotto rolls his eyes.

"You get them Brass and they get you away from the psychopath hunting you." Karen adds.

"It ain't just him. What if it's Brass puts a bullet in me? What if the Irish got wind I'm doing this?"

"They didn't. When Fisk went away, so did a lot of corrupt cops. No one's palms are getting greased anymore." Karen tries to provide a little bit more comfort. "We're getting you out. Clean."

"Doesn't feel like getting out. Feels like getting in. Deeper than before."

"No, you're not. Grotto, this is your second chance." 

"Just don't say anything incriminating, you'll be fine." You add from your seat, from where you were already scrolling on your phone. 

"You serious? Is she serious?" Grotto panics again, and Karen is the one to calm him again.

"She's joking, don't mind her." 

"You're covered. That's why we're here." Foggy waves a folder, "These are your orders for witness protection. The golden ticket."

"It's, uh, legally binding until midnight." Karen reminds Grotto.

"Upon which, if not executed, they turn into the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown." Foggy jokes, earning a chuckle from you.

"What?"

"It's time, let's go."  Tower marches in to take Grotto away, giving you a dirty look.

*** 

"Where did he go?" You ask, watching the white shirt Grotto disappear around the corner.

"Overwatch positions, check in by the numbers." The guy in front of you says into the microphone of his headpiece, and you feel your heart sinking in.

"What exactly is an 'overwatch position'?" Foggy asks Reyes, confused.

"Let the police do their job." The latter cuts, and you rise from the chair, face already without color." 

Karen walks up to Reyes's computer and pulls away her headpiece. On the other side of the wire, you can clearly hear policemen talking, "Charlie three is set. Clear fields of fire in sectors one and five. Over. Charlie four is set." Reyes puts the headphones back in, annoyed.

"You're waiting for him." You say, feeling a lump in your throat rising.

"You're using my client as bait for the Punisher?" Foggy catches up with you.

"Probably the first useful thing your client's ever done in his life." Reyes scoffs.

"Oh, I'm gonna have so much fun suing you. Whatever it is that you have planned here for tonight, it ends now. We're getting Grotto out." Foggy stands up, angry and annoyed.

"Target is inbound! Target is inbound!" A voice from Tower's walkie-talkie shouts, and on the screen, you notice a white truck speeding into the parking lot.

"It's a trap, get everyone out now!"You say, before noticing two figures fighting in the distance. 

"Take the shot!" Reyes shouts while Foggy mutters 'no'.

"It's him... And daredevil." You mumble, not able to pull your eyes away from the screen. As both of them disappear, Foggy abruptly stands up and runs out, leaving you and Karen with Reyes in the room.

"Ah what the hell!" Karen exclaims, angry. You only shake your head in disappointment. What else was there left to do? 

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o3o May I request c!Tommy x protective!reader who uses she/they pronouns? (Platonic, please!)

Reader arrives at the same time as Eryn and finds out how badly Tommy has been treated for the past few years, decides that she's going to make sure he doesn't have to go through that again. - 🍜

My first C!Tommy writing! You'll have to tell me if it's horrible and if I should give up on writing C!Tommy :D I did some digging on the timeline and Eryn joined before Dream's escape, so keep that in mind.

Pairing: C!Tommy x She/They!Reader (platonic)

Just a Kid

Most people told you to leave Tommy alone.

You had seen him around a few times, building random towers and collecting materials. He never seemed very happy about whatever he was doing though.

Before joining, you had only heard rumors about everyone. Technoblade, the ruthless warrior. Philza, the man who survived hardcore and earned wings. Tommyinnit, the kid who was so full of energy that it was infectious. If those rumors were true, then Tommy had changed. Gone was a kid full of energy, replaced by an empty shell of a person.

In a way, it was scarier than anything you've ever seen. What makes a person look like that? He would check over his shoulder, a white-knuckled grip on his sword. Always gripping a sword. His clothes were constantly dirty, and his eyes were practically gray. Under his eyes were eyebags that were miles deep, a dark purple against his pale skin tone.

"What happened to Tommy?" You decide to ask Ranboo. Although Ranboo didn't seem to remember much, he was always willing to help.

"Tommy? He's... he's changed. I think. There was this stuff with Dream? Sorry, I- you might want to ask someone else."

Dream. That was a name you knew hardly anything about. The very owner of the server, missing from it. Someone had told you that he was in prison, but that didn't make sense. How did the owner of the server end up in jail?

Eret was the next person you ask. He seemed pretty levelheaded, so he had to have some answers.

"What happened before I joined? With Tommy and Dream and all that?"

He pauses in his building to turn his head towards you. His glasses are too dark for you to see past, but you assume he's looking at you.

"It's a long story. Tommy and Wilbur tried to create a nation called L'manberg and Dream didn't like that. There was a war. Tommy ended up losing in a duel, losing the war. But Dream still gave L'manberg their freedom. There was an election, Wilbur and Tommy lost which turned L'manberg into Manberg. There was another war."

"A lot of war." You huff.

Eret smiles. "There is. Tommy lost a cow and started a war somewhere in there I think. But he didn't lose the war against Manberg. Instead, Tubbo became president. Tommy got exiled. Nobody really knows what happened to him, but he came back... different. Changed."

"Nobody?" You push. That didn't seem right.

"Nobody apart from Dream and Ghostbur. But Ghostbur is long dead, and Dream's in prison. Anyways, there was a war in which L'manberg was destroyed. Completely. They tried to rebuild it a little. Wilbur died and got revived, it's... it's a long story. Complicated. But Tommy died too and got revived after getting stuck in the prison."

"Holy shit." You wouldn't want to get stuck in that prison. Just looking at it was scary enough.

"Kid's been through a lot. Lost a lot. Seen a lot. We all have."

"Like him?"

Eret's look turns more thoughtful. "Not like him. Not as much as he has."

Right then. It was decided. Nobody was going to hurt Tommy ever again. Grief and loss were something you were familiar with, but he was just a kid. A kid with a haunted look in his eyes, an exile nobody knew anything about.

"Thank you."

"Of course. I'm making a history museum, after all." As you leave, you can hear him talking to himself. "She's digging up skeletons meant to be buried."

If skeletons were meant to be buried, then why were two revived people walking around on the server? You might not know much but messing with life and death sure couldn't be good. If you were here, you might as well try your best and bring some peace to the server.

So, you go against the advice given to you. You talk to Tommy.

“Hey! Tommy, right? What’re you doing?”

He doesn’t trust you, but he has no reason to. With a suspicious look he angles himself away from you but still responds. That’s something, right?

“Getting supplies.”

“I can help! What are we gathering?”

“I don’t need help.”

“I didn’t say you needed anyones help. I’m just offering.” Your grin never wavers. “Bored and willing to help out.”

“…wood.” He reluctantly answers. “To rebuild my house. Oak wood.”

“Great!” You grab out your netherite axe, only to spin it around and offer Tommy the handle. His axe was iron and you had a diamond one you could use. “Here, I’ll use my spare diamond one.”

His face twists, and you realize your mistake. The gift could be seen as pity. Sure, you might be becoming protective over Tommy but it wasn’t out of pity.

“It’ll be faster.” You add on.

He takes it slowly, but takes it nonetheless. Progress.

Your next move is to talk to Jack Manifold. The guy seemed a little odd but not too bad. No matter what your personal opinion of him was though, you had seen the billboard. The hotel. Big Manifold’s Hotel sign was very obviously painted over Big Innit’s Hotel.

“Speak of the devil! There they are!” Jack calls out to you, waving. He was talking with Niki, another member you need to talk to. Two bats with one arrow, right?

“Jack! Niki!” You exclaim. “Just the people I was looking for!”

“What can we help you with?” Jack asks, smiling. Unlike Eret his glasses were see-through.

“I was actually wondering about your hotel. It used to be Tommy’s, right?”

“Oh, yeah. But then he died so it went to me.” He shrugs, seeming unconcerned by it. There’s just one little flaw in his logic.

“But Tommy’s alive.”

“Listen, you joined at a really nice time. Tommy’s chilled out and it’s better this way. Just leave things be.” Niki suggests.

“He’s chilled out because he fucking died! He’s a kid!” You exclaim.

“You don’t get it, he terrorized the server! It’s better off this way. He deserved everything that happened to him.”

You stare at Niki, jaw dropped. She couldn’t be serious, could she?

“You’re- maybe I’m wrong here, but he’s been through multiple wars. He’s died. He’s seen his country blown apart. He was exiled. And he’s still a kid. You’re telling me he deserved all that?”

“He brought it upon himself.” Niki answers.

“Heh, maybe we should just calm down?” Jack suggests.

“I’m calm.” You break eye contact with Niki to look between the duo. “Honestly, the hotel is none of my business. I just wanted to warn you both to leave Tommy alone. You might be okay with what’s been going on, but I’m not. In my books you’re both just as bad as Dream.”

Rumors on the server often turned out to be correct, as you were quickly learning. But now they've been dealt with. You weren't going to let anything else happen to Tommy even if it took all three of your lives, you swear by it.

There was one last person you had to threaten, but he happened to be unreachable. The very man who perhaps hurt Tommy the most. Dream.

As it turns out, Pandora was pretty good at keeping people both in and out. No matter how many times you begged Sam, he never let you in. Always claiming it was a liability, especially after how Tommy got stuck in there, which led to a whole new conversation.

"How the fuck do you lock a child in with a monster? He died, didn't he?" You ask, already furious at Sam's constant denial of letting you visit Dream.

"It was an accident. He signed a waiver-" "HE DIED! Aren't you meant to protect people? Isn't that what being the Warden is all about?"

Sam's expression crumples, and you suddenly realize you might be yelling at the wrong person here. So far you seemed to be the only one actively helping Tommy, but that didn't mean he was alone. Maybe there were people still in his corner, people who just fucked up a little. (or, in this case, a lot)

"Threaten Dream for me, would you?" You ask, backing off. "I think we can both agree that we'd kill him if he ever hurt Tommy again."

"Yeah." Sam nods. "That I can do."

With a smile, you set off a friend richer.

Tommy did still have people out there who cared for him, he just didn't know it. Maybe one day he'd see that, but only after a shit ton of healing.

For now, all you could do was give him a safe place and get him in some goddamn therapy.

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Favorite (historical) president? Favorite First Lady?

Favorite President

This is going to sound like such a basic answer, but I remain fascinated by Lincoln. Part of that is just that there's so much written about him and the Civil War that it's easy to find a lot of information about him from a lot of different angles, so you can get a much more in-depth picture of him than you can with most other presidents. But the place that he occupies in history is fascinating to me. You've got this long-standing complicated political landscape of Washington that splinters upon his election, but when he comes in, he's outside of all of that. He's the hick from the sticks and that winds up being a good thing because he doesn't have any history of political alliances or rivalries to navigate. He can just come in and do his thing, and he's good at it, because he's so good at handling people. He's humble enough to accept help, laughs off insults, and is confident enough to make mistakes and then try something new. He's rather too much of a politician sometimes--much more relativistic and willing to bend on moral issues than his reputation would have you believe (I sometimes want to go back in time and make Mr. Ends-Justify-the-Means read The Hunger Games)--but he also develops and grows and changes in such fascinating ways. Plus, the way he understands the world through storytelling and words and narrative is wonderful.

For less-basic answers, Chester Arthur still retains the prize for most fascinating character arc and I still sometimes have to resist the urge to chase people down and make them understand just how awesome his story is and to freak out over the Julia Sand letters with me.

Other presidents who come to mind a lot from the podcast (who I'm going to mention because I never have an excuse to bring them up) are

Zachary Taylor (because he was the first obscure president to catch my attention and because his story is the prequel to the Civil War)

James Garfield (prequel to Chester Arthur and just really fascinating guy)

Calvin Coolidge (mad respect for his budget cutting--I think about the economics portion of his episode of the podcast all the time)

Herbert Hoover (amazing guy whose talents could have done so much for the Depression if he hadn't been president at the time)

Harry Truman (because the little I know about him brings to mind Lincoln and Grant-like humility).

Favorite First Lady

I've been meaning to make a post about how fascinating the First Ladies are to me. I don't know as much about any of them as First Ladies as I would like (and intend to remedy that), but some of the ones who've most caught my attention as people are:

Lucretia Garfield, for her tangled love story with her husband, dedication to education, and the introverted nature that makes it honestly almost a blessing to her that she was only First Lady for a hundred days. (And because her letters are always excellent).

Julia Grant, not because I particularly like her (she's rather too blase about slavery and just flighty in general), but because she and her husband get the top prize for strongest presidential marriage--it's so cute how much they adored each other

Nancy Reagan, because the letters between her and Ronald are ridiculously corny and cute

Abigail Adams, because that woman was sharp (and she also writes good letters)

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Things I might turn into fulls fics later Pt. 2 [INCOMPLETE, read: sneak peek]

Pickpocket! Reader x Finnick Odair

So this one's, suuuuuuper short 'cause I just need to get it out of my head.

I might go back and edit it when I get a better picture of it the whole scenario I want.

Also, I was meant to finish this up and the next one, like, 3 or 4 days ago, and post then...but then... I may or may not have gotten addicted to playing Sky: Children of the Light... maybe, just maybe

|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 ||

So I'm thinking...

Somehow, you've ended up as a maid for one of the Capitol families

You've got siblings back home in District 4 and you are their sole caretaker

Your parents passed away due to some sickness maybe?

"Y/N! We're leaving." You hear from the front of the house.

You scurry from the laundry room, wiping your hands on your apron and meet them at the door

"We won't be back until tomorrow night, I trust that you'll take care of the house."

Feet together, hands on top of one another on your stomach, shoulders back, head down.

Like clockwork.

Frankly, you're sick of it and if you succeed tonight, you'll never have to do it again.

You see their feet, and you can tell just from their shoes they're wearing something outrageous again.

"Farewell," You offer, "I'll see to it that everything is in order before your arrival tomorrow."

They hum and are filing out the door, which you gently shut after them.

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You've been to these kinds of parties before.

You've accompanied the family you work for to be at their beck and call.

but this time, you're by yourself, and you have one objective tonight:

meet Finnick Odair, hopefully, seduce him enough to take whatever valuables you can, and then leave

You know how to act - how to blend in and also how to disappear

Though this dress is making it difficult to do anything

it's a deep blue at the bottom and transitions into a beige colour at the top

It's poking in the wrong places, a little too tight at the ribs. Luckily the skirt is flowy

You fiddle with the long mesh sleeves. From the cuffs, it has leaves embroidered all the way up to your collarbones, down your cleavage and to the middle of your torso

You're regretting coming now because you don't see the bronze-haired, green-eyed adonis everyone has been buzzing about, men and women alike.

You huff and make your way to the bar. You give a wave of your hand to the bartender, "Anything will do." you say and he promptly begins to make you a drink.

You sit on the stool, legs crossed and your nose scrunched at the mismatching perfumes suffused in the air

I need to find someone who knows the president... You look around the room but close your eyes quickly and turn back to the bar with how glaringly they dress

If I get an... appointment with, with Finnick for tomorrow morning, I can take whatever valuables and sell them off before they return...

You've stolen before...Food mostly, but when you're in the capitol you've pinched some wallets here and there, some necklaces and bracelets too.

You've already got a few stashed away in your purse.

You sigh, who the hell in here can I talk to?! I can't just bring it up casually.

You totally could, these Capitol people are crazy

As you stew in your thoughts, you close your eyes and your thoughts shift to your siblings. Most of them weren't your siblings by blood, but they might as well be. Poor things, orphaned so young.

"What's a lovely lady like you doing alone, all the way here?"

Your head whips to the voice so quickly you think you might've heard a crack.

Before you, stands Finnick Odair, himself.

BINGO! JACKPOT! Yahtzee! Whatever! What freakin' luck!

But now, it's time to put on a show.

You give him a quick once over, spotting a necklace and ring on his pointer finger

You put on a small smirk and look at him through half-lidded eyes, "And what's a handsome man like yourself doing? Coming over here to a lonely lady like me." You purr and turn your gaze to the various drinks on the shelves of the bar.

He chuckles, "Well," He starts and takes the seat next to you, "I thought that the dress you have on looks a lot like the beach. It's beautiful."

Your eyes flick up to his, not expecting that reply, but you shake your head, I have other things to worry about. Get in and then get out, you remind yourself

"Have you ever been?" He runs his fingers through his curls, "To the beach, I mean."

"Perhaps," you reply without missing a beat.

"How secretive." He sends you a smug smirk.

"We all have secrets, don't we?" You turn to him, switching your crossed legs and drawing attention to them, "And from what I heard," You reach out and fiddle with the smooth fabric of the lapels on his suit, "You like to keep secrets."

You stand up from your seat and take a few steps so that your shoulders brush against his, "And I've got many to tell." you whisper near his ear

It wasn't entirely wrong. Working as a maid for a Capitol family, you've overheard your fair share of secrets.

You found that the Capitol citizens were quite loose-lipped.

But you didn't have much use for those secrets, nor did you have anyone to share them with.

Now you do... if he followed you out, that is.

❖· ────── · ·

I really don't know if I like this one as much, but it was just something that came up in my head when I was writing my Finnick x OC fanfic

I pretty much wrote my OC's entire hunger games, mate,

so, please look forward to that instead haha ≧◡≦, although I'm still in the more final stages of planning to make sure everything correlates so it'll be a loooong while.

Have an amazing day!

Seven, Signing off :3

|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 ||

[wowbright]

Fic: Philosophies of Men

Klaine Valentine’s Challenge 2023: “If” by Bread (Day 13 prompt)

Words: ~1,700 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Kurt is changing.

I’m back with more vignettes from my Mormon!Klaine universe for Klaine Valentines 2023! This vignette takes place after the mission conference and before Don’t Be a Dumbass.

My Mormon!Klaine Masterpost. (Klaine Valentines 2023 posts are bold and italicized.)

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Some days after the mission conference, they came home after a long day to find letters for both of them in their mailbox—one from Mercedes for Kurt, and Blaine's long-awaited letter from Cooper.

“Aren't you going to read that?” Kurt said a few minutes later, sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of milk, a plate of cookies, and his unopened envelope from Mercedes.

Blaine had deposited his own letter on the bookshelf next to the Books of Mormon and various pamphlets they hadn't managed to give away that day. It seemed the only thing to do for now, since he certainly wasn't going to read it in front of Kurt. Who knew what Cooper had blurted out in its pages? Blaine didn't want any chance of Kurt catching the words over his shoulder.

Blaine shoved a cookie in his mouth to give himself time to think. “Maybe. I want to clean up first.”

“OK. But if you keep taking so many showers, I might have to mention it to the mission president.” Kurt gave a one-shouldered shrug, a coy smile spreading across his face.

Blaine’s stomach fluttered. OK, maybe it wasn't his stomach. Maybe it was something lower. Maybe it was a blood vessel that fed the snake between his legs.

He hadn't thought about showering for that reason, but now he was. “Come on, Kurt,” he said in half-hearted protest. “It's been so warm lately. And we bike everywhere. I sweat so much. You don't want me stinking up the bedroom.”

"Oh, I’m just teasing.” Kurt pushed the plate toward Blaine, encouraging him to take another cookie. “It's none of the mission president's business what you get up to in the shower, as long as you don't use up too much hot water.”

Well. That was new—Kurt thinking that not everything they did was the mission president's business. Not that he'd ever been the type to go running to the mission president every time his companion hit a note off-key. He’d never threatened to tattle on Blaine’s more serious indiscretions, like jerking off in their shared bedroom while Kurt was in it (seriously, what had Blaine been thinking? and how had he not realized he had feelings for Kurt?) or surprising Kurt with an unwanted kiss after the concert (ditto).

Still, Kurt’s silence on those matters had always seemed like exceptions—Kurt didn't mention them to President Steele, but it wasn’t because they were none of his business. They were his business. But as a senior companion and zone leader, Kurt was responsible for practicing judgment in what he reported to the mission president and what he dealt with himself. President Steele always had a bazillion pressing issues to deal with; it wasn't necessary to burden him with things that the missionaries could resolve themselves.

Still, something had changed in Kurt since the mission conference. Elder St. James had apparently set a fire under him.

“What are thinking about?” Kurt said, setting down his glass of milk. “That shower in your future?”

Blaine’s face heated. “No. I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“I was wondering what exactly Elder St. James said to you at the mission conference. You've been different.”

“Well,” Kurt sighed, “he said a lot of things. And that got me thinking about my baptism.”

Blaine pulled out a chair and sat next to Kurt, to indicate he was really listening.

“Okay. So I was eight years old, like you were, presumably.”

Blaine nodded. Eight was the age of accountability, when people began to accrue guilt for their sins. Before that age, children were automatically covered by Christ’s atonement. But after the age of eight, the atonement could only redeem those who were baptized.

“And obviously, when I was eight, I wanted to get baptized,” Kurt said. “I wanted to be with my family forever. I loved God and I wanted to follow the commandments, as I understood them then. And what I understood was that we were supposed to mourn with those who mourn and comfort those in need of comfort, keep the Word of Wisdom, tithe on our income, and give fast offerings. But because I was eight years old, I wasn't thinking about the fact that leaders are always putting new commandments on you. Cut your hair, wear a tie but not that tie, don't dress like a pansy, don't be a pansy, pay tithing on any gifts you receive—”

“Kurt, wait. I don't like hearing you use slurs to refer to yourself.”

“Well, I like saying them.” Kurt arched an eyebrow, daring Blaine to contradict them. “Because I’ve come to realize that I actually like pansies. They’re one of the few colorful flowers that can survive a frost. I can identify with that. And they have a sort of masculine build, don't you think?”

“I don't think I know what a pansy looks like.”

“Desert boy,” Kurt said fondly. “Here, I’ll draw a picture for you. I’m sure you’ve seen them here in Germany. They’re called Stiefmütterchen—little stepmothers. Oh! I should plant a bunch for Carole when I get back to Ohio.” Kurt leaned over and pulled his pencil case out of his bag, which was sitting on the floor next to him. He quickly sketched a flower with purple and yellow petals. “See? They kind of look like butterflies.”

“Oh!” Blaine squealed in recognition. “I love those! I thought those were violets, though.”

“They’re related. I suppose I could call myself a violet. But I like the idea of reclaiming ‘pansy’ better,” Kurt said decisively, his whole body emanating a sense of pride that Blaine rarely got to see—not the defensive kind, but a confidence in his own worth. “Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted—”

“I didn’t mean—” Blaine started, but stopped himself when he realized: (1) he was interrupting Kurt again and (2) Kurt was just teasing, anyway. “Sorry.”

Kurt smiled sweetly. Blaine’s heart melted. “Don’t be. I enjoyed the detour. But did your bishop tell you to pay tithing on presents?”

“Yeah. Gifts of money, at least.”

“Did you?”

“No. My parents told me it wasn't necessary, because anyone giving me money had already paid tithing on their income.”

“Well,” Kurt sighed, “I put my middle school bishop above my dad when it came to church rules. And if you think I worry too much about rules now, you should've seen me then. If my dad bought me a candy bar or took me to a movie, I paid tithing on it out of my allowance—which, of course, I also paid tithing on. My dad didn't catch on to what I was doing until I spent all Christmas afternoon nagging him to tell me how much each of my presents cost. The next week, the bishop called me in to tell me I had misunderstood him, and I only needed to pay tithing on cash gifts. But I know that's not what he said the first time, and it still didn't solve the problem. Because my grandparents put money into my college fund every month, and I’d get a statement from the bank and get mad at Dad for not letting me take out ten percent to pay tithing on it. Which I think is probably illegal, anyway, but still, my dad had to keep going around with the bishop about making up extra rules for things that should be matters of conscience—until we got a new bishop, who told me unequivocally not to pay tithing on presents. And my point in even bring it up is, well, when I got baptized, I was agreeing to the things I knew about. And ever since, leaders have told me I was also agreeing to everything else. That at eight years old, I signed away my right to fall in love or wear organic cotton underwear or watch an unedited version the The King’s Speech or, heaven forbid, just lie in the grass and do nothing without worrying I should be striving and progressing instead. And somehow I’ve gone thirteen years without it ever occurring to me that I wasn’t agreeing, because I couldn’t agree—because it’s impossible to agree to things you haven’t been informed about or you don’t have the capacity to imagine. And then Elder St. James gave me a monologue about what the ‘consent’ in ‘common consent’ is actually supposed to mean, and I have to reconsider everything.” Kurt took a deep breath. “Speaking of monologues.”

Blaine patted Kurt’s knee. “It was a good monologue.”

“So yeah. That’s what’s different about me. I’ve come to know something I never knew before, and it’s very inconvenient, considering I’m a missionary. But I can’t unknow it, either.”

Blaine considered this. “I wouldn’t say it’s inconvenient. I’d say the timing is perfect.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Missions are a time to deepen your understanding of the gospel. And that's what's happening. God’s teaching you how to sort the essentials from the ‘philosophies of man, mingled with scripture.’”

Kurt stared at Blaine, as if trying to solve a secret code. “You are so inscrutably positive.”

“I know,” Blaine said. “It gets irritating sometimes, doesn't it?”

“Sometimes, maybe. But not right now. And when it does irritate me, it's only because I'm a curmudgeon. So don't change, okay?” Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand. “I love that aspect of you.”

Blaine’s heart did a somersault, and the fluttering sensation returned. Love. Kurt loved Blaine not just because he was a child of God, but because of all his individual quirks and foibles. Maybe not in the way that Blaine loved him. But it still felt incredible.

It made Blaine feel so incredible he ended up having to do the thing that was none of the mission president’s business in the hot steam of the shower. Ugh. Living with Kurt was going to be the ruin of Blaine. And it was going to be absolutely exquisite.

[bllsbailey]

Rep. Bob Good to Newsmax: Biden DOJ Will Protect Hunter Until Pardoned

The Democrats' two-tiered justice system will be on full display in the coming months with regard to the president's son, Rep. Bob Good, R-Va., told Newsmax on Saturday.

"I am starting to think maybe the left, maybe the Democrats, maybe the Bidens have a double standard: I'm just shocked by that," Good told "Wake Up America Weekend" in jest.

Not only will President Joe Biden's Justice Department ignore pending contempt of Congress recommendations from the House, but Biden will ultimately just pardon son Hunter Biden before he leaves office, according to Good.

President Biden "appears to be the most corrupt president in modern history," Good said, adding "there's overwhelming evidence of his involvement with his son's corrupt business dealings."

"At some point, his father will pardon him before leaving office, hopefully by the end of the year, if he's not impeached before then himself," Good said.

Attorney General Merrick Garland is going to expose the DOJ for a two-tier justice system favoring Democrats and the Biden family.

"Unfortunately, that criminal referral for contempt of Congress goes to the Department of Injustice under Merrick Garland," Good said, referring to . "So I suspect little action will be taken.

"But we're responsible for what we do. He clearly is in contempt of Congress and should be treated accordingly."

Hunter Biden refused to testify behind closed doors before the House Oversight and Judiciary committees and just last week the Biden DOJ finally indicted Hunter Biden, which many Republicans say was timely done to protect Hunter Biden from spilling the beans on his father's ties to his foreign influence-peddling schemes.

"He doesn't want to subject himself to true interrogation where you're not limited just five minutes of grandstanding going back from one Republican to a Democrat back and forth — where you can filibuster those five minutes of time," Good said.

"What they subpoenaed him for is to go behind closed doors and interrogate him all day long, unlimited amount of question and get to the truth. And he doesn't want to obviously subject himself to that."

The Biden DOJ was quick to pull the levers of justice against former President Donald Trump and his associates, Good lamented.

"You've got these rogue prosecutors, abusing their power, going after their political opponent, Donald Trump, who ultimately will almost surely be exonerated, but yet he's got to struggle through these unjust egregious abuse of persecution, legally, to get cleared, and he shouldn't have to go through that, but it's all political," Good concluded.

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[storylocke]

Alolan Dusk 15

[The group finishes up and each heads for the door where they start splitting off to their evening adventures. Gladion catches Colress before he leaves.] 

Gladion:

Hey. You still didn't answer my question. 

Colress:

[Feigns innocence] And which one was that? My report? Faba was taking so long, I didn't have a chance once Miss Lillie arrived. 

Gladion:

[Okay, fair. Still crosses his arms to show his disapproval] We have time now, unless there's something you don't want to tell me. Considering you presented him as your guest, I’m assuming you and Molayne have a plan you're working on. You still haven't mentioned anything to me. And dangerous as the possible confrontation with Necrozma could be, I don't like the idea of you pulling some stunt at the last minute.

Colress:

"Stunt"? I have my projects, and I do love pushing myself and others to their full potential, but everything I do is a calculated risk. [There's a short pause as he seems to be studying the young leader even now.] I'm sure you've heard plenty of stories when you were growing up, but did it ever occur to you that Lusamine might have been the one in the wrong when I originally left? 

Gladion:

You mean kicked out? At this point, I'm talking from personal experience. 

Colress:

[Appears genuinley hurt by the implication] And in these past few years, have I been anything short of a friend and confidant since your mother has been out of commission? 

Gladion:

[Slightly turns away and habitually hides his face] You're trying to change the subject again. No weird gizmos, no complex domino chain, just tell me what's going on before you decide to jump in to show off. 

Colress:

[Wry amusement. Now who was the one dodging questions?] I should hope by now you'd realize that if I was going to do something with your involvement, you'd be the first to know. I simply hadn't brought it up to you yet because it's an incomplete study that may not even work. And before I could even start testing, I needed to meet with Mr. Lillie for confirmation on our cooperation since we'll need a special skill set he has. Knowledge and abilities you unfortunately can't assist with this time. Now with the added resources of our other allies at our disposal, we might make some rapid progress! But with only a prototype that hasn't been activated, I wouldn't want to create a sense of false hope here. If all goes well, I will tell you first thing in the morning that we have a viable option. 

Gladion:

[Sighs as he eases up] So long story short, you want me to just… trust you on this? 

Colress:

[Warmly] A mysterious and difficult concept for the Aethers, I know. [Holds the door for him to encourage him to go] Get some rest, Mr. President. As someone who studies these things, I think it's safe to say you've reached your limit for today. 

Gladion:

[Feels more like he's the one getting dismissed now. Yet, as tired as he is, he feels the man might be right.] I'll try. If only so I don't bite someone's head off tomorrow. [Pauses as he passes to affirm they're on the same page] My office, first thing tomorrow. And I want physical notes on this, got it?

Colress:

First thing. 

=+=

Guzma: 

[As he leaves the mansion alone, he’s surprised to see Quips come outside afterward. Slides his hands in his pockets with wry amusement] Isn’t your place upstairs? 

Quips:

Yes, but I thought I might go for a walk to clear my head. Would you mind coming with me? 

Guzma: 

I don’t mind, but I’m not really in a conversing mood, y’know? 

Quips:

Fair enough. 

[They make their way back toward the main building, but despite walking together, the pair cross the bridge in silence as each is lost in his own thoughts.] 

Quips:

[Glances over at his companion and decides he should say something, but he feels a bit guilty about it.] I found out from Wicke that they genuinely weren't expecting to find you when they arrived.  

Guzma:

[Not where he thought the Kahuna’s focus would be after everything they’d talked about at the mansion, but he’s not surprised to hear that. Softly] Lemme guess, that means I don't get a room? 

Quips:

[He could say that…] There's plenty of room for everyone if you don't mind sharing one of the staff quarters with the other refugees, we just didn't have one assigned to you. I only mention it because I had them put your stuff from Iki Town in my quarters if you might be looking for anything. 

Guzma:

[Stops short] What the hell? You took all my stuff? 

Quips:

[Somehow he should have expected he’d be mad, but the reaction is enough to laugh] It was in my house. It's not like you have much anyway. 

Guzma:

[Hands on his hips with a frown] Yeah, you're real funny, old man. Who even said I was going? 

Quips:

You are, aren't you? 

Guzma:

I am now, but until dinner, you didn't know that. 

Quips:

[Grows sad as he realizes the old Skull Boss is being serious. Straightens up] You think I would have given you a choice? 

Guzma:

[Simply lets out all his pent up steam as his eyes narrow.] 

Quips:

[Stares back with the deepest concern] You're a grown man, you don't have to tell me. But with your history and your reasons, I cannot in good faith let you make that decision. We're all leaving, whether we like it or not, and I’m making sure we’re not leaving without you. 

Guzma:

…Look, I just had this talk with Gladion today, I don't need another lecture from you. What's it matter now when I already said I'd go? [Crosses his arms] Just mad you didn't ask, is all. 

Quips:

[That he can understand.] Forgive me then. Next time I will, that way I can give you the "what and for" beforehand. [See, that got Guzma to lighten up a bit. They go back to walking at a more casual stroll now, and Quips finds himself gazing at the stars overhead.] Guzma. I know we've all been worried about Burnet, but you've been in quite a mood this evening. Are you sure you're alright? 

Guzma:

[Confused] Me? I'm fine. I'm perfect. Just look at me.

Quips:

I am. Where is your jacket? 

Guzma:

[Flustered] First Mo, now you- [Ruffles his hair] Ya’ll act like you've never seen me without it!

 Quips:

[A bit smug as clearly the man is not "fine" but he patiently waits for an answer] 

Guzma:

I left it at Burnet's place. We were in a hurry and I'll go back in the morning. 

Quips:

You mean you lost it while dealing with Kukui.

[They reach the large entryway but don't go inside just yet. Instead, Quips steps into the side area so they won't be in the pathway.] 

Guzma:

So what if I did? [Confused where the old man is going and follows him to the wall.] It's not that big a deal. 

Quips:

It's not about the jacket, Guzma, it's about you. [Thinks for a moment how to express his concern] I’ve known you and Kukui your whole lives, and it warmed my heart to see you two attempting to rekindle that friendship once you got away from Team Skull. And even with both of you having such wild adventures on your separate paths, there are just some people you can never imagine would have their luck run out. People who brought so much light to the world, it feels like there’s a hole there without them. I’ve lost a few like that… You've been acting strange since we first got the news, and I understand it hits harder when it's someone you're close to-

Guzma:

It ain't just that... [Realizing they could be here a while, he leans up against the wall to address him.] It's not like it's never crossed my mind before. Given how many we’ve lost in the past five years, we knew we were playing with fire. And I've made peace with the fact that my time might come at any point. What then? What do I care if I get taken? Like facing death. I thought about it so many times, ever since I was a kid… If nothing else, what can hurt me then? And if instead I become a Shadow, so what? I won't know much at that point. Just darkness and aimlessness. But… Gladion tried to paint a picture for me of how bad it would be for the rest of ya if I did. I can be a royal pain on my own time. I wouldn't want to cause you guys any trouble. 

Quips:

And then Kukui? 

Guzma:

[Softly] Yeah. Not just him, but seeing how distraught Burnie was today, it just really sunk in, y'know? 

Quips:

[Nods] I'm happy Gladion was able to talk some sense into you then. 

Guzma:

Only after he tried to knock it into me first. [Readjusts himself against the wall as he gazes back across the bridge at the mansion all lit up. Shakes his head.] Sitting through dinner tonight with all of these high class, educated folks… I don't think I belong here. Next to me was an empty seat. You know who SHOULD have been there tonight? 

Quips:

I know. Since Kukui had been after this monster for years, it felt weird for us to finally meet in person to discuss everything we know, and have the one leading the charge to not be in the room. Of course, I’m not sure if he’d be proud of us, or angry to hear us planning to go after it directly. Especially with Burnet getting involved-

Guzma:

IT’S NOT FAIR! [He doesn't mean to yell at the Kahuna but he just can't hold it back. The anger reaches a boiling point as he grabs his hair in both hands, trying to shake the memory of it] I haven't felt like this since I was a kid! Just, just… Angry! And scared! And useless! And after all this time, we STILL can't do anything about it! [Snaps his focus on Quips as he clenches his fist.] And I don't care what Burnet said, I swear to Skull, the only reason Kukui didn't get attacked sooner for all his meddling is because Roark cared about him and Necrozma knows it! It knows, and will choose who and where and when because all those touched by the light of Alola are part of its turf now! I mean, am I crazy?! [He takes a moment to breathe but he can see Quips is about to say something. Points at him accusingly] Don't answer that! [starts to cool down] Just… [slams his fist on the wall in a light rapid punch.] I got destroyed the last time I faced Necrozma. Okay? I've seen first hand what this thing does to people when they become Shadows. I know what'll happen if I lose this time, but even after today-- after the stuff with Gladion and Burnet, and that freak proving it could get me if it wanted to by breaking into my home--[adds quickly] after seeing what it did to Kukui at the Pokemon Lab!-- and I still… All I can think about is how I wanna crush that Outsider's shiny prism face into the dust when I know I CAN'T! How stupid is that?! 

Quips:

[It's been a while since he's had to deal with one of these little meltdowns, but the outpouring is still so much more than he was expecting. Keeps his voice level as he tries to calm him down] I don't think that's stupid at all. In a way, we all wish we could do the same after everyone Necrozma has taken from us. You'll get your chance. 

Guzma:

What? To fail again?!

Quips:

Only if we all do. [Gentle smile] If we do this right, then next time you'll have all of us there at your side. But for now, the best thing you can do to help our friends is to do all that we can. [He can see the man is thinking, but he looks doubtful. There’s a long silence between them again, as he places a hand on his back and just lets him breathe until he seems calm again.] Are we good?

Guzma:

I guess… Why, you wanna leave?

Quips: 

I’m in no hurry on a night like this. [Again, he turns his gaze to the stars. It really was a beautiful night, despite the dampened mood of the evening. He half thought he would have recieved some sarcastic retort, but he glances back to see Guzma is also stargazing with a look of uneasiness. The old man turns to him with a warm, paternal tone] You know… I understand they wanted to be nice because I'm a Kahuna, but they really gave me too much space for one person. It’s practically a small apartment. Why don't you stay at my place tonight? I'm sure they'll have a room for you by the time we get sailing. 

Guzma:

[Sourly] Might as well when you've got all my stuff. Ya sure you're not just saying that to keep an eye on me?

Quips: 

[Soft chuckle] Maybe that too. Come on. If it's alright with you, I'd like to hear what else happened today. 

=+=

[Molayne enters his designated quarters, but it will definitely take some time to make it feel like home. Gazing over the bare white walls lined with boxes from the move, he notices that several of them had already been opened. A strange little chime draws his focus away from the mess as a little Beldum flies over to start circling him. At least some things never change. A little squeak nearby reveals a Stuffle running over to investigate.] 

Molayne:

[Kneels down to pet her.] Hello there~ Are the other two asleep? 

Olivia:

At least one of us is. How'd everything go? 

Molayne:

Ah. [Rises up to meet her as she comes over.] I'd like to say you didn't miss much, but I've definitely got some news to share with you. 

Olivia:

Not good news, I'd think, or you would have said so. [Bends down to pick up the tiny bear and cradles her like a cat in her arms. Gently strokes her] 

Molayne:

I hope Ana didn't give you too much grief. I thought if she and I could have worked on settling in together, it would make the transition easier. 

Olivia:

[Waves him off] Oh, don’t be silly. She's an absolute gem. Honestly, I think the kids are handling this better than the adults are. Maybe because for her it's all new and exciting. In fact, the first thing we did when we got here was check out every corner of the place to see what all features it had. Then when I told her which room was going to be hers, she immediately wanted to find a place for her toys. [Gestures at the open boxes] You can see we've been busy looking for all of the ones labeled as her stuff, but we had fun. Got to decorate a little, but most of the evening was spent getting distracted by her dolls. 

Molayne:

[Soft laugh] That doesn't surprise me. Mind if I check on her?

[He slips by and gently opens the door to peer into his daughter's bedroom and make sure she's actually asleep. No bed found yet from the looks of it, but for Anabel, that didn't seem to matter. All of her bedding is laid out on the floor like a cushioned mat and a Jirachi doll has become a pillow. Other toys littered the floor around her as the nearby lamp cast the room in a shade of pink. Poor thing must have wore herself out. It makes him smile to see her sleeping so soundly as one of his biggest concerns had been that she might be overwhelmed after being brought to such a big and strange place like the Aether Paradise. He had hoped to tell her where he was going, but for Olivia's sake, it seemed better to not disturb the girl as long as possible.] 

Olivia:

[A sofa had been discovered and set up in the main area at least. She waits for him to close the door so she can keep her voice low.] You look pretty serious tonight. Plan to tell me what's up? 

=+=

[Now that they're in the privacy of his cramped quarters, Faba quickly shuts the door and locks it.]

Faba:

[Glaring daggers at Dexio's back] I hope you have a good reason for exposing me like that. 

Dexio:

[Almost amused] Only if you can explain how you can work at a company for over fifteen years and never tell your co-workers you have a family. And I wouldn’t say I exposed you to anything since most of them were asking questions about me.

Faba:

You know what I mean. You see what I have to put up with, and instead of painting me in a better light, you joined them in mocking me! 

Dexio:

[Hops up on a barstool and leans back against the counter] How can you call it mocking when I told them the honest truth. At least from where I stand with you. Don't get me wrong, when I saw you on Poni Island, I was happy to see you. And I do want to rebuild my relationships with the family, but that doesn't mean I have to trust any of you while trying to uncover what's real about you all and what's just been rumors and reports I've found over the years. Heck, after what you did here, you're lucky Colress didn't ship you off with your friends to some terrible other reality instead of Aether just downgrading your position. 

Faba:

[Still fuming, but takes this into consideration] Is this stark distrust because of my reputation or should I blame Augustine for that too? 

Dexio:

[Pauses to think about it. A bit saddened] A little of both, I think. I know everyone in my group that I've talked to has had some serious second-guessings when it comes to trusting people outside of the DoK. Between our parents, for those who had them, the Gym Leaders being part of this greater conspiracy with Team Flare, and my personal idol being the professor, could you blame me for being a little hesitant with my alliances now? 

Faba:

[Frowns] You never mentioned in your letters you were so unhappy. 

Dexio:

Because I wasn't. Confused and mystified, maybe, but I had no idea I was just another pawn in the game. My friend, Sina, was another recruit, but she grew suspicious of things first. I didn’t really believe her at first, and only started to realize how wrong everything felt when the plan was being put into action. We didn't even know who among the other students we could trust, so Sina and I started going in disguise to investigate things on our own. If it turned out we were wrong, and Team Flare traced us back to the professor… Well, I guess none of that matters now since it turned out she was right. [Ahem] But even if I had been unhappy at my apprenticeship, I wouldn't expect you to do anything about it. I was alone out there. At most, would you have just pulled me out of there? Sent me to stay with another of your devious colleagues? 

Faba:

[Listening to all this, but appears pleased as he placed a hand under his chin. Intrigued.] You said you used a disguise? 

Dexio:

[Irritated] Dad, please. If you would just listen-

Faba:

[Grins] I am. I'm just appreciating how clever you are. [More serious as he debates how to answer him] You may call them my "friends", but the truth is I have many connections with many, sometimes dangerous people. It's not that I don't tell anyone about you, but personal relationships can be used as collateral when dealing with such people. Especially when things don't go as promised. Putting some distance between us was always a matter of safety, if we should want our line to continue. 

Dexio:

And Mom? 

Faba:

[Impish smirk] How do you think we met? I wasn't lying when I said we tend to be on the move, it just happens that in our business, it's very rarely with each other. 

Dexio:

[Somehow all this isn't what he had hoped to find in coming here, but at the same time, it made a lot of things in his life start to make sense. Still, he had come this far, and wasn't going to walk away now] Then I hope you don't mind if I "distance" myself from you for a while. 

Faba:

Wha-? You mean after going out of my way to secure you a place, you plan on leaving? I'm offering you a chance to put all of that past behind you so we can work together- 

Dexio:

And we will work together. But, like I said, the others have every reason to distrust you, and now that they're aware of our relationship, it might give them reason not to trust me. If I come off as cold with you, it's only because you and I have nothing in common. 

Faba:

[Following the train of thought, he guesses] And disassociating from me might make you more favorable in the eyes of someone like the young master? 

Dexio:

They come to trust me on my own actions, I could work my way up, maybe put in a good word for how the times have changed everyone… including you.

Faba:

[Beaming with pride] See, now you're thinking like me~! 

Dexio:

[Coldly] Oh, but I didn't learn that from you.  [Leans forward on the seat to rest his elbows on his knees and folds his hands as he hesitates on telling him the truth.] Dad, I do appreciate you trying to help me, even if I still feel that underneath it all, you only contacted me for your own benefit. But, even as a bargaining chip, I don't have very many opportunities right now. And with the state of the world that I've been seeing, the options aren't looking too good elsewhere. And… I have my own family to look after now. I need to secure a place for myself so I can hopefully bring them in once we've let some of the others off. 

Faba:

[Clearly caught off guard by this, his voice comes soft] Family? You mean…? 

Dexio:

[Wry grin] I have a daughter back in Orre. And unlike you and Mom, I want to be there for her. Maybe… Maybe give her a chance to know the rest of her family, for better or worse, but just be there. 

Faba:

[Shakes his head] You're setting yourself up for trouble, you know. 

Dexio:

As the Kahuna said, it tends to follow me around. I'll take my chances. 

Faba:

[Can't argue with that.] You also said you've been studying the Shadows? [Curious] I suppose Ein showed you around while you were visiting him. How is he doing, anyway? 

=+=

[Olivia held the large, ornate book in her lap and turned the blank pages to see the beautiful runes as Molayne explained.] 

Olivia:

[Just shakes her head at the story.] Poor Roark… The kid has already had everything taken from him, and now you plan to lock him up with that monster? 

Molayne:

It might be the only way to save him. If Necrozma is using him for a shield, we can't separate them until we have them both physically held somewhere we can pull the boy out of its clutches. [Shifts awkwardly] Legends still being legends, it's possible that the last person Necrozma made a puppet of was sealed along with it, and obviously hasn't been seen since. We don't want it to get to that point. 

Olivia:

And now you and the others are planning to hunt down this thing to seal it. [Holds out the book for him to take it back] Relying on… magic? 

Molayne:

I wish there was a way to make it sound less crazy, but I thought the same thing. Right now we just want to spend the night learning as much as we can about this book and the capture method since the odds of an attack may have increased. Otherwise, the plan is just for me to keep the book on hand and Burnet keeps the mirror while we continue with the evacuation as normal. Maybe, if nothing happens, we can come back for Roark once we get everyone else safe.

Olivia:

[Sighs] I don’t know, Mo, I’ve just got a bad feeling about all this. Besides, we've barely gotten moved in and you're already burning yourself out. 

Molayne:

[Wry grin] And? I'm always burnt out. [He pulls the Item Capsule back out and recalls the book in a white light.] I'll be back before morning, I just wondered if you mind staying a bit longer. I don't want to risk Ana waking up alone if she gets up in the middle of the night. 

Olivia:

[Looks over at the clock by the kitchenette] I don't mind, but are you sure about that? It's already getting close to midnight and you still need to get over there. I don't see how you can get anything done tonight. 

Molayne:

[Nervously rubs at the back of his neck] The same way I get everything else done. You know this is nothing new for me. 

Olivia:

[Softly] Yeah. Which reminds me, have you gotten a chance to see Anabel since you arrived? 

Molayne:

We spent most of the day together. She met Mr. Colress while we were bringing in our stuff. 

Olivia:

Not the little one. 

Molayne:

… … … [Glances away] 

Olivia:

It's fine, I'm sorry. I just wondered since we always told little Ana that her mother had left with Aether, and she did, but the girl needs to find out sooner or later if they're both on board. She needs to meet her mother. 

Molayne:

Of course she should. And she will, in time, it's just… Maybe I'm the one not ready yet. But knowing the risks, there's something I need to ask you. [Reaches across to take Olivia's hand gently in both of his] If… [He hesitates as he can already see the deep concern in her eyes] IF anything should happen to me… Can I entrust my daughter to you? You know she means everything to me. 

Olivia:

[Harsh whisper] Then don't do this! You're an amazing Trainer, but if that thing gets in one good swipe, you'll be-

Molayne:

Which is why I want to do this. For Anabel. [He waits to hear her response, but she just goes quiet. Rising to his feet, he gazes over the still room until his eyes land on the bedroom door] Olivia… I've spent most of my life studying the stars, and my daughter is afraid of the night. She's young enough that all she's ever known is not to make friends, because they might disappear. That sometimes we can't even trust the Pokemon to not to suddenly turn on us. To never be caught in the dark. I don't want that for her. I considered leaving Alola for that exact reason, but how could I? 

Olivia:

[Soft smile] You and Kukui both, I swear. I know you do a lot for us, but believe it or not, Alola can survive without you. 

Molayne:

It's not surviving very well right now either way. And what happens if we leave this beast on the loose? Will it just move on to another region when the food runs out? I understand we all want to put the thought of possibly being the next target far from our minds, but it's something I should have asked you ages ago. [Awkwardly glances back at her] Please. Will you take care of her?

Olivia:

[Still clearly doesn't like the sounds of this, but eases in her stance.] I'll be more than happy to look after her for you. Even now, whenever you need me to, as long as I’m able. But she needs you, and I can't replace that. 

Molayne:

Of course not. Thank you. [Warmly] It may be a big place, but once we leave, my role here is looking to be much smaller than at home. I already told Anabel that when we set sail, we'll be spending a lot more time together. But just in case…

Olivia:

Don’t worry, I will. 

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A/N: I couldn't decide if this would be considered important to the plot or not since some of these are just characters taking the already established information to other characters, and others are touching on future plot points. But this did seem to be the best place to put these even if some drabbles are better organized than others. I just like to show things from a different perspective for some of these guys and it's something of a transition to the next night.

Archive

[glitter-bunny420]

for your viewing pleasure, here is a list of some of the most iconic quotes from snapcube’s sonic the hedgehog fandub series

*sighs* "I miss my wife, Tails. I miss her a lot. I'll be back."

“Oh!” “Bitch, you are gon’ get in this car or I'm poppin’ between your eyes!" "Wait, I know you! I saw your dick on Twitter!" “AGH! GOD DAMN-!”

"What the fuck?! Is that Shadow's dick?!"

"Who posted my nudes on Twitter dot com?! Oh no! Oh no, they put it all the way in the fucking islands! Now everyone’s gonna know about my secret egg dick. Where do you think you're going, cucker?" "I don't talk to people whose dicks are less than three inches.”

"I can't believe your tits are one polygon!"

*evil laughter* "You fool! I have seventy alternative accounts!"

"Ah! I just remembered a traumatising experience in my past. Hang on, I have to stim and I'll feel better."

"Welcome to Tilted Towers! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Memphis Tennessee and I'm part lizard."

“I peed on your wife, Robotnik. She's mine now. That’s the law." "What the actual shit?! What?!"

"Alright, since Team FurAffinity fucked my wife, I’m going to have to have you both be a part of my team. Why is the camera zooming in?!" “I mean, I guess that’s fine as long as I get my weed back, I don’t really care.” “I don’t have a character motive.” “Listen! We’re going to explore this island. You’re going to find Sonic. He has all the weed that you need - the gonja, that mary jane. Mari-jamij! All in his pockets. He is your local drug dealer and I’m going to blow up the island. Now go look for Sonic. And hurry up, you... fucking... cuckhogs.”

“I'm going to kill you. And then kill you again."

"Hi, Mr. President! We need your help! Some masked villain named the Glitch-” “Sonic! My long lost lover! It’s fi- Oh.” “Wha- Hey, I told you not to bring that up anymore. I'm putting that behind me, Mr. President.”

“You didn’t think I had legs, did ya? I’m like Gru, except I’m the one before Gru. I’m... Eggru. Ooh, gottem.”

“But Maria, you smelt it! Therefore, you are the one who dealt it!”

“You motherfucker! You just left me to die!" "Top thirty reasons why Sonic is sorry. Number five will surprise you." “Top thirty anime deaths! Number one! Your fucking ass right now!”

”All of that you see before you? Everything the piss touches, that is your kingdom. And you, my son, shall go forth and inherit it.”

”What are you two fucking talking about?!”

”Well, ten years have passed and I feel the same way, Rouge.” “You still wanna pee in a Hot Topic?” “Yes, Rouge. Thank you for listening to my insane ramblings about peeing in a Hot Topic.” “Listen, I’ll take you to a Hot Topic.” “Finally... A place to release myself.”

”Oh, this? It’s my arm!”

“Do you see this? This is the diamond that I’m going to give to my brand new husband and/or wife. It’ll be theirs for the rest of time. With the GameCube 2. So if you want-” “Whoa, he’s bisexual! I didn’t know that-” “By the way, I’m bisexual.”

“Are you my mom?!” “No? What... the fuck?”

“Maria.” *explosion sounds*

“I don’t feel so good. Why are all my limbs slack? Why can’t I move my eyes? Why can’t I move my mouth? Is this an internal dialogue? I can’t see the end of the horizon. HATSUNE MIKU, IS THAT YOU?!”

*various voices repeating “Maria” all at once* “I never learned how to reeeaaad.”

“Silver, you know what? You’re a twink. I’m gonna go smoke some weed now.” “How long were you waiting to say that?” “The whole dub, baby!”

“One!” “Yeah, one.”

“This is an advanced skateboarding trick.” “Yeah, it’s called ‘Digging Up Atlantis’.”

“I... will fucking... end you.”

And last but certainly not least...

"I've come to make an announcement. Shadow the Hedgehog's a bitch-ass motherfucker! He pissed on my fucking wife. That's right, he took his hedgehog fuckin' quilly dick out and he pissed on my fucking wife, and he said his dick was ‘THIS BIG’, and I said ‘That's disgusting!’, so I'm making a callout post on my Twitter dot com. Shadow the Hedgehog, you've got a small dick. It's the size of this walnut except way smaller. And guess what? Here's what my dong looks like!” *explosion sounds* “That's right, baby. All points, no quills, no pillows. Look at that, it looks like two balls and a bong. He fucked my wife, so guess what, I'm gonna fuck the Earth! That's right, this is what you get! My super laser piss! Except I'm not gonna piss on the Earth, I'm gonna go higher! I'M PISSING ON THE MOON! How do you like that, Obama?! I PISSED ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOT! You have twenty-three hours before the piss drrrop-o-lets hit the fucking Earth! Now get outta my fucking sight, before I piss on you too!”

[missmonsters2]

Reader going to a haunting house with her friends and ending up holding Wanda's hand

Another Spoopy Drabble 💘

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader [highschool AU set]

Warnings: None. Just wholesomeness (first wholesome drabble LOL)

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"This is so stupid," you muttered to yourself, running your hand through your hair before you sighed.

"C'mon, it'll be a little fun," Natasha bumped your shoulder lightly. "Where's your Halloween spirit?"

"Back home, where I want to be," you deadpanned.

"Alright, is everyone here?"

You heard the familiar voice of the class president call out as she looked around as if doing a mental count. She made eye contact with you, and you quickly looked away.

This wasn't your thing.

Going to class events and letting your heart jump from just making eye contact with Wanda Maximoff.

You had been alone for so long. You were used to spending holidays quietly with your parents and going straight home after school. You were used to people whispering behind your back with unfriendly gossip that used to sting but then faded in a dull numbing.

You've been in homeroom with Wanda for 3 years already, and you're not sure what made her notice you in the final year.

But she did.

And because Wanda noticed you, others did too. Now, people slowly surrounded you, curious enough to ask for your time after school and invite you to class events.

"Alright, everyone pick a number from this hat and find your matching partner!"

Stupid, you glumly thought as you waited for everyone to pick first.

Why had your class decided to go to the local carnival this year? Specifically, why had they decided to go through the haunted house?

"Go pick your number," Natasha pushed you forward towards Wanda, who was holding out the hat. "Maybe we'll get to partner up."

"I would rather perish," you glared at her. Natasha had a knack for pushing your buttons, and you knew walking through the haunted house with her would be torture.

"I promise to hold your hand if you get scared," Natasha teased.

Yeah, you thought silently. Right after she jumped-scared you.

Still, you walked up towards Wanda, who hadn't picked her number either.

"Hey," she smiled at you. "I'm really glad you decided to come."

You shrugged. "It was nice of the class to invite me but Natasha also showed up at my door and dragged me here...literally."

"Not a fan of haunted houses?" Wanda asked with a tilt of her head, a twinkle in her eye that made you feel uncomfortably warm.

"I don't think anyone should be..." You replied vaguely. There's still a couple of numbers left in the hat before you and Wanda pulled out one each together.

"6," you both say at the same time.

You looked up in shock and found Wanda's face the same.

"Looks like it's you and me," Wanda smiled as she stuffed her number in her pocket. "Mind waiting for me? Just gotta make sure the rest of the students get their numbers."

"Sure," you nodded as you made your way back.

Despite people warming up to you, it was still a slow process, and Wanda was a well-sought-out girl. You could hear laments of jealousy that you got to be paired with the class president.

"Well," Natasha licked her lips as you came back up to her. You could hear someone calling the same number she was holding, but Natasha didn't move. "Looks like all the stars have lined up."

"Shut up," you mumbled, feeling your cheeks warm as you stuffed your hands into your pockets. "Anyway, shouldn't you go to your partner? Bucky is calling for you really loudly."

"Damn it, Romanoff," Bucky huffed with a scowl as he approached the two of you. "Did you not hear me calling the number '8'? I fucking went around the whole class checking."

"Which is exactly why I didn't respond," Natasha smirked. "Because I knew you'd find me."

You could see Bucky's eye twitch along with his fingers like he was restraining himself from strangling the redhead. You wished they'd just date already.

It isn't long until people start walking off with their partners, and you're left last with Wanda.

"Alright," Wanda walked up next to you and looked at the door, waiting for the worker to motion them to walk when they were allowed. "Ready?"

"Yeeeeeeeeeeep," you dragged and internally sighed at your response. You were being weird. And you were being weird because you were both anxious about the haunted house and Wanda.

The worker beckoned the two of your forward. "Please refrain from any violent reactions and do not try to backtrack."

"This sounds promising," you took a deep breath, hands still jammed in your pockets. "Let's get this over with."

Wanda gave you a pitying look as if she were saying sorry for doing this to you, but you just shook it off.

But the second the two of you entered and the door shut, you felt goosebumps form all over your body, a shiver running up your spine.

"Why..." you started to say, blinking as if that would help. "Is it fucking pitch black?"

"Oh," Wanda stopped walking, causing you to stop as well. The two of you stood close enough to feel the brush of each other's arms. "It's rather narrow. I think we'll have to put our arms up to feel around because I'm sure it'll be like a maze."

You think about how you're going to murder Natasha when you make it back out.

"Right," you gritted your teeth. "I'll feel the the right side and you feel the left?"

"Sounds like a plan," Wanda agreed as the two of you started walking around.

You jumped slightly when you heard someone screaming much further ahead of you. It was just instinct when you grabbed Wanda's hand.

Your heart thudded in your chest as you tried to calm yourself.

"Sorry," you apologized awkwardly as you let go of her hand.

"It's okay," Wanda graciously said. She hovered close, her hand bumping against yours, and you wondered if she was scared too.

The two of you keep walking and walking until.

"Ohmygod, something touched my leg!" You screamed, gripping her hand again. You gripped it much tighter as you shuffled right into her space.

"I think I just felt someone touch my hand that's against the wall..." Wanda squeaked as she crowded closer to you as well. "We need to keep moving."

"Right," you anguish. You tried to let go of her hand again, but Wanda held on tightly.

"I think for your sake and mine, we should just hold hands," she said, and you sorely wished there was just some inkling of light so you could see what expression she had.

"Oh..." you swallowed, also thankful it was dark so Wanda couldn't see you were flustered. "Okay. Sorry."

"It's fine," Wanda squeezed your hand, and you could hear a tint of teasing in her voice that made you somewhat glum. "I would've been a little disappointed if you didn't cling to me at all the entire way."

[twh-news]

Tom Hiddleston made his glorious debut as Loki in 2011's Thor, which celebrated its 10th anniversary exactly two weeks ago today. Since then, the 40-year-old actor's God of Mischief has gone on a remarkable journey in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, as he grappled with the living in his heroic brother Thor's (Chris Hemsworth) shadow and evolved from villain to antihero. Now, it's time for Loki to step into the spotlight on Disney+'s Loki. Ahead of the six-episode drama's premiere, though, EW asked Hiddleston to take us through Loki's greatest hits.

The audition (2009)

It's well-known that Hiddleston actually auditioned for Thor's titular role. "I remember thinking I should probably do some exercise because Thor is a very athletic character. So I did that, got into his kind of regime and did my camera test, and put on the blonde wig, and swung the hammer," he says. "But I do remember on the piece of paper I signed, it said, 'The role of Thor/Loki.' I thought, 'Okay...' Long-story short: Chris Hemsworth is definitive in the role of Thor. I certainly think so, and the right decision was made on that day. I'm very glad it went the way it went."

Thor (2011)

Directed by Kenneth Branagh, The first Thor contains the scene that truly set the stage for Hiddleston and Loki's post-Avengers breakout. After discovering he's actually descended from the Frost Giants, Loki confronts his (adopted) father, Odin (Anthony Hopkins), about the deception in a harrowing and transformative scene. "That's the creation, in a way, of Loki's status as a villain, is this intense feeling of marginalization and isolation, [and] that he does not belong, that Thor is not his brother," says Hiddleston. "I'll never forget doing that scene because I had such respect, and still do, for Sir Anthony Hopkins, and suddenly I was having to play tennis with him in a very emotional place."

Marvel Studios President Kevin Feige adds: "There's just so much pain and angst in it. I think that is the moment that Tom really got his hooks into the audience."

The Avengers (2012)

Loki has many memorable moments in The Avengers, but Hulk interrupting the "puny" god's egomaniacal speech and pounding him to the ground is the funniest. "I had a piece of wire tied to my ankle and there was a mat on the floor, which was out of shot, and three of the strongest stunt guys holding the wire at the end behind the camera. The experience being yanked out of frame was one I will not forget in a hurry," says Hiddleston, explaining he was the only one in front of the camera when they shot it because Mark Ruffalo didn't perform the role via motion-capture in that first Avengers film. "For about two years after that, I couldn't go through airports anywhere in the world without somebody kind of going, 'Hey, Mr. Loki, I love it when you get Hulk smashed.' It became a bit of a thing in a fun way,"

Thor: The Dark World (2013)

Loki loves to use his powers to guard himself both physically and emotionally, as seen in Thor: The Dark World when Thor visits his imprisoned brother after the Dark Elves murdered their mother. At first, Loki is smug as always and everything seems in order, but Thor calls him out and the illusion dissipates, revealing that Loki is broken and grieving. "There's this love of their mother that unites these two brothers, adopted or not, and they form a kind of unpredictable and unstable alliance," says Hiddleston. "That scene was really key to anchoring that film in something honest and emotional."

Thor: Ragnarok (2017)

Loki learns nothing hurts like apathy when his brother reveals he's completely given up on him in this pivotal elevator scene from Taika Waititi's eccentric and warm threequel. "I think it really affects Loki. He thinks, 'Oh maybe I got this wrong. Maybe I did have a place in that family. Maybe this guy is my brother.' But it was a really enjoyable scene because it was just a very quiet moment with Chris in a very calm space in a big, colorful, spectacular film" says Hiddleston.

Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

After evading death many times, Loki finally met his end when Thanos (Josh Brolin) crushed his windpipe — but not before delivering a powerful speech in which he accepted all parts of himself, the Frost Giant and the Asgardian. "The redemption of Loki as a character was achieved in that moment of sacrifice and catharsis — that after all this time, after all this journey of feeling marginalized and fueled by jealous rage, he would risk his life to save his brother and call himself an Odinson. And I saw this perfect closure in a way," says Hiddleston. "I remember Josh Brolin could not have been sweeter. He was so generous. I walked into the room and he turned around and saw me come in, and just broke into this big wide smile, and opened up his arms, and enveloped me in a big hug and said, 'I'm sorry, man.'"

Avengers: Endgame (2019)

But Infinity War wasn't the end for Loki. Hiddleston appeared as the Avengers-era version of his character for Endgame's time heist. "It was really enjoyable to go back to this version of this character that I played before all of the evolution with those actors who I got to know so well and we'd all been on this journey together," he says. Of course, that Loki ends up stealing the Tesseract and disappearing, setting the stage for the Disney+ series. "Where does he go? When does he go? How does he get there?"

Loki (2021)

"If you've seen the trailer for Loki the show, you will know that Loki finds himself face-to-face with the TVA, the Time Variance Authority, who are an organization within Marvel Comics that govern the order of time," Hiddleston says. "I suppose Loki picking up the Tesseract in Endgame might have caused some concern. It is very exciting. The world of the TVA is a world of bureaucratic order, and of course Loki is the God of Mischief and Chaos. So you have the forces of order and chaos coming together, and that's where our story starts."

Bonus moment: Thor: The Dark World (2013)

At one point in the Thor sequel, Loki shape-shifts into Captain America, with Chris Evans making a cameo, while he and his brother escape Asgard. However, there's a version of that scene in which Hiddleston actually puts on the star-spangled hero's costumes himself. "[That] was a very strange and surreal moment, nevertheless enjoyable. So I got to feel whatever the feeling of wearing that suit [is], which is definitely a moment," Hiddleston recalls. "Then, they played that footage to Chris, and he did his best impression of me doing an impression him, and he does it brilliantly." High-praise from the God of impressions.

[someone1348]

boop

anyway do Lee!wilbah pls

or dis haunt you in ur sleep

tank u :) *blesses*

Oh Geez! /j /lh

You've got it My Friend!! Lee!Wilbur coming right up! @fluffinoki

I did two pictures because I love Wilbur! /p /pos

Anyway! I am going to do Cc!Wilbur and C!Wilbur so BUCKLE UP! Haha /hj /lh

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Lee!C!Wilbur:

-He did get into some tickle fights before L'manburg

-BUT AFTER! OH MY GOODNESS

-This man fell victim to all of the tickling in the smp!

-Taking a side step really quickly, Ghostbur got tickled a lot! And I love and stand by the headcannon that Wilbur felt that too when he was getting tickled

-And because of the, now fully healed, scar, his stomach is even more ticklish then before

-He has the most ticklish stomach ever! In the smp!

-Tommy used to tickle Ghostbur for comfort because of his fall out (sort of) with C!Wilbur

-Will had gotten so used to it after he came back he would sometimes go searching for Tommy just to get under his skin and get in the tickles that he missed

-Even if the tickles from the other side, that were coming through Ghostbur, were faint he still felt them and it brought him even the faintest of comfort, it was his only connection to the smp and because of that he longed for tickles/that feeling the minute he came back

-He prefers lighter tickles but knows what he did and accepts the rougher ones anyway, whatever he could get! He is just used to lighter ones because the feeling was so faint before, they are comforting and better in his opinion

-But of course he would never tell a soul that!

-a lot of people tickle him after he got back as more of revenge tickles I guess, or like some way to get back at him for all that he did without actually hurting him

-Especially the SBI

-Another person who does/did this a lot was Tubbo and I feel like that doesn't get talked about enough

-Tubbo suffered a lot as well and majority of it had to do with Wilbur so he uses tickling as his way of letting out some frustration (I am a C!Tubbo stan so maybe that's just me talking but I like the idea)

-I include him in the SBI but I know some people don't so I just put him not in that category for right now!

-Anyways! C!Wilbur is one of the smps biggest lees now upon his return!

-If C!Wilbur ever had a redemption arc (im behind on lore) I think he would open up more about wanting lighter tickles

-The first person he would ever tell this too I think would be Phil

-He trusts him

-The last person he would tell is Tommy

-He was worried how Tommy would take it but everything turned out great in the end anyway so!

-The only other person he would activately search for to be wrecked by, other than Tommy, is Quackity

-They have a history, a long tickle history, he will find him if its the last thing he does

-I headcannon that during the election the two of them got into a lot of tickle fights to try and "prove their worth" as president

-Quackity would always win and say "See he's too ticklish and is a huge lee, even though he doesn't want to admit it! You want someone like me as your president, I won't be so easily brought down by tick-woah!" And then Wilbur starts up yet another tickle fight

-It was a glorious time

-For his tickle spots well,,,

-As I mentioned briefly before I headcannon that his main tickle spot would be his stomach, before and after the scar, it was always his weak spot

-But I also think that C!Wilbur has ticklish palms!

-His weakness is also raspberries, specifically to the neck and ears, he squeaks and clams up like a turtle going back into its shell when he gets raspberries there

-He can't take it

-But hey! He's not complaining!

-Also teases make his face turn red, he is a "big man" and teases will just get him all embarrassed and frustrated/flustered

-He's not really used to them yet

-Before he blew up L'manburg he was used to tickling others and being Ler, Specifically to Tommy and Tubbo

-Now he was the most Lee! Ever! He was not used to taking what he dished out

-Bless his heart he is so ticklish!

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Now onto Cc!Wilbur!!

Lee!Cc!Wilbur:

-This man is smart! He is slick with it all

-With that I mean He knows how to turn it off

-My best friend knows how to do this too and I don't know how! But he knows!

-My evidence of this/what led me to this headcannon is in Ash's vlog when he was tickling Mark and Mark tried to get him back there was no reaction! Zero!

-He claims all the time that he's not ticklish at all!

-I say he's lying /lh /pos

-I see him having a really Ticklish neck

-There is this one picture of a baby cat/kitten climbing on Will

-I think that tickled him a bit, on his neck, also possibly under his arms too

-I also feel like he has a very ticklish back!

-Walk your fingers up his spine and watch him sit up/jump a bit, it's fun!

-Tommy uses this knowledge to his advantage all of the time but more so when Will is extremely tired and refuses to sleep

-Tommy cares very deeply about his big brother and wants him to get proper rest so he will message his shoulder and upper back to get him both relaxed and giggling until he goes to sleep

-He gets light tickles, it is rare when he gets wrecked

-He is normally wrecking others

-However Philza has gotten him good before

-Wilbur just needs to be comfortable with the people who are tickling him so that's another reason why he doesn't get fully wrecked often

-But honestly he quite enjoys the lighter tickles they clam him down a lot, ease his anxiety a tad, it works for him and everyone is in agreement of that within his friend group

-Phil only wrecked him because they went out to the beach and almost actually ate the sand, just to piss Phil off but he didn't mind one bit

-He was asking to get tickled with that one anyway!

-He is very giggly when he is tickled

-Especially on his neck he will scrunch up his shoulder to the side were he is getting tickled at

-If its both sides he will duck his head down and the giggles will just increase ten fold until he is fully laughing

-He Will lightly swat at the persons hands who are tickling his neck its just to ticklish!

-Its so cute! /p /pos /lh

-He will use this tease alll the time but HOLY CAN HE NOT TAKE IT!

-If someone tells him that his "laughter/giggles are like music to my ears" he's gone

-Congratulations you have caused Wilbursootexe. To stop working /j /lh

-But seriously he either won't respond or complain in a joking way, it depends on who's the ler

-I think his melt spot/giggle spot is his back, specifically his spine

-A cute headcannon/scenario that I just thought of is if he has had a long day and is tired he will go up to the nearest ler, most of the time Phil or Tommy and lay on his stomach right in from of them or on their lap and they will know to tickle him along his spine to de-stress him

-A Quick Lovejoy scenario too/headcannon that I have is that, if Wilbur is having a tough day or a bad anxiety day or if he's stressing about hitting a note, Ash will just run his fingers up his spine quickly any chance he gets and then pretend he didn't do anything just to get him smiling or giggling, anything other than the negative things he was feeling prior to that happening

-They all get him pretty good!

-It's the best!

-We stan Lee!Wilbur!!

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I Hope you all enjoyedd! Headcannons are always open and so is the Alphabet Headcannons if anyone wants to do those as well!

-K :]

[ryangravytrain]

3,17,25 fluff for Graves x Cale or Geertsen (you pick)

I'll be honest, with the Avs going to the finals I've been feeling nostalgic about gravy/cale so here you go! Also cross posted on AO3 here! And find the prompt list here!

3: My friends have a bet to see how long it will take me to ask you out.

17: Come dance with me.

25: Sorry, I just realized that I might be madly in love with you, but go on.

Cale sighed from his seat in the dining hall. He watched as the one and only Ryan Graves sat down at the table across the room with the rest of his grad school friends. Cale was in his third year of college and has had the same crush for the past two years since he's been here. Ryan Graves was in his intro to creative writing class his sophomore year, they sat two rows away from each other and maybe had two conversations that whole time. But whenever they had to peer-review their papers, Cale always somehow ended up getting Ryans. Cale had fallen for the way Ryan would write about the world, always seeing some light in the darkness. For their final papers they had to write about someone who unknowingly affected their lives. Cale had written about his fourth grade teacher, something insignificant really. But he had once again gotten Ryans paper, his story was about a boy in his middle school class who he revealed was the reason why he found out he was gay. Not only was the paper beautifully written but it also got Cales hopes up knowing that the chances of maybe, possibly, dating Ryan had gone up.

“You're really looking pathetic there bud,” A voice said, startling Cale out of his daze. Cale rolled his eyes as Josty and a few others from Phi Kappa sat down with him. He had joined the frat his second semester freshman year and while they got on his nerves often, he really did love the guys.

“I'm just…thinking,” Cale responded.

“Thinking about how to ask out count dracula over there?” EJ asked, the senior had been the unwilling listener to many drunken rants by Cale.

“Don't be rude,” Cale said, “I was just thinking about…um… who to ask to formal.” It was a weak excuse but it was also semi true. The Phi Kappa yearly formal was at the end of the month and everyone was expected to bring dates, if you couldn't find one yourself then the president had a list of people who you could take. Most of the time freshman had to be given a date but so far Cale has had to go to Gabe to get a date every semi-formal and formal since he joined.

“Oh Gabe has his list if you’re stuck,” Josty said, trying to be helpful.

“Or, you could grow a pair and ask out the guy you've had heart eyes for for years.” That was JT, another victim of Cales drunken rambles, often times about Ryan's hair.

“I doubt Ryan will want to go to some frat prom. He's all mature and stuff.”

Erik rolled his eyes, “I’ll have you know that that guy rushed his sophomore year but ended up dropping from Theta Omega.”

Cale blinked at Erik, stunned. “What do you mean he dropped?” Cale stuttered.

Erik rolled his eyes, “Well as you know Theta Omega was disaffiliated before your time due to hazing.” Everyone at the table nodded, the removal of the old frat was told to all incoming freshmen to make them fear partying and fraternities all together.

“Well the same year that lover boy over there joined was the semester before they got kicked out. I saw him wearing letters and everything, looked like he was having fun for sure but when the rumors of hazing started he stopped talking about his brothers immediately.”

Cale turned back to look at Ryan, who was laughing at something one of his friends said. Cale smiled fondly to himself before he came to the realization, “If Ryan was in a frat that got kicked out then he definitely wants nothing to do with frats ever again.” He let his head fall to the table, completely discouraged now.

Erik sighed and pushed Cale up from the table, “It's been four years since then, I'm sure he's over it by now. So what you're going to do is stand up and walk over there with your head up high and ask the vampire of your dreams to go to formal with you where you'll seduce him with your terrible dance moves and he'll fall in love with you and you'll have little vampire babies and live forever.” 

Cale blushed at Eriks words but before he could respond Josty interrupted, “I bet you won't ask out Ryan in two weeks.”

“Hey!”

“Nah, he won't ask him out ever and then Ryan will graduate and little Caley here will sob into his pillow for the entirety of his senior year.” That was JT.

“Shut up!” “No, I bet he’ll go to Gabe for a date and Gabe will somehow finesse that Ryan is his.” Bowen said.

“Know your place pledge!”

“Boys boys, rule number 14, no making bets on a brother's love life right in front of him.” Erik said, finally taking pity on Cale who was trying to bury himself into his jacket.

“Now Cale, we mean no harm, we just want you to be happy,” Erik said.

Cale nodded. He looked back to the table where Ryan and his friends were packing up to leave. “You think he'd say yes?”

“He definitely would, you're a catch Caley,” Josty said.

The next week was much of the same. Cale admired Ryan from a far while his brothers laughed behind him. It was getting closer and closer to when the guys needed to finalize their dates for formal and Gabe had been asking Cale who he was bringing. In a moment of weakness Cale said he would be taking Ryan. Gabes eyes had gone wide in surprise but he patted Cale on the back and told him good job. Now though, Cale had to actually ask Ryan, who as far as Cale knew, had forgotten about Cale.

The only opportunity Cale had to actually approach Ryan was at the dining hall, where not only Ryans friends were but also half of his frat as well. It would've been hard enough with Ryans friends all watching him but his brothers also moved tables to be right in front of Ryans, meaning that if he was rejected or fell flat on his face everyone he was friends with would see.

He took a deep breath and approached Ryans table. The table fell silent when he got there. Cale started fiddling with his hands, nervous all of a sudden.

“Hi…Ryan,” Cale started, “Um I don't know if you remember me but um, I'm Cale and I was um..”

“Hi Cale, you were in creative writing right?” Ryan said, a soft smile on his face.

Cale finally looked up at Ryan and smiled back, “Yeah I was. Um well this may be out of line or something but um… well I'm in Phi Kappa and our formal is coming up and I was wondering if you might be…Interested in going? With me? As my date? Or not, this was a bad idea I'm sorry…” Cale turned around to walk away but was stopped by a hand grabbing his wrist.

“Hey wait, I’d love to go.”

“Seriously?” Cale asked in surprise.

Ryan grinned, “Seriously, I think it’ll be a good time. Here give me your number so we can sort out the details.” Ryan pulled out his phone and handed it to Cale. Cale grinned and began to put in his number when the table full of his brothers started cheering and hollering.

Cale blushed, “Sorry about them. Um…My friends had a bet to see how long it would take me to ask you out…”

Ryan just laughed, “Don't worry about it. I'll text you?”

Cale nodded and stepped back to his table, he had a good feeling about this year's formal.

Cale was panicking. It was the night of the formal and he was terrified. He and Ryan had not only been texting each other since Cale asked him out, they’ve also been hanging out more and more. They've gone on “maybe” dates to the bowling alley uptown and the movies but this will be more intense then all of those combined.

Ryan had shown up at the agreed meeting time. He was dressed in a beautiful burgundy suit and his hair was done up in a fancy updo. Cale nearly swooned when he saw him but managed to keep it under control. They made it to the club the frat had rented out and made their way to the table where Josty and his date Dante were sitting. They talked for a good half of the night, enjoying the food and company. They also laughed over seeing everyone get drunker and drunker as the night went on. 

Soon the DJ decided to play a slow song. Cale blushed and glanced at Ryan who was already looking at him with a soft smile.

“Come dance with me?” Ryan asked, holding his hand out.

Cale grinned and let himself be led out onto the dance floor. Ryan settled one hand on Cales waist, pulling him in close while holding Cales other hand in his own. Cale rested his head onto Ryan's chest and smiled up at him. They swayed together slowly, letting the music wash over them.

“I'm glad you came,” Cale said.

Ryan squeezed Cales hip softly, “You know, I had been wanting to ask you out since we had that class together.”

Cale froze, “Really?”

“Yeah, I thought you were so cute and your writing was beautiful.”

“You read my stuff?” Cale asked.

“Nearly every time we had to read each other's papers I made my friends switch with me if they had yours. I just loved the way you see the world.”

Cale stuttered in surprise, “Sorry, I just realized that I might be madly in love with you, but go on.”

Ryan laughed, “What can I say? You’re just captivating.”

Cale blushed once more, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes you can.”

Ryan leaned down while Cale leaned up. They met halfway, both of them smiling into the kiss while the DJ changed the song to another fast one. Cale and Ryan however separated for a second before coming together in another kiss.

Cale might not know how he landed someone as great as Ryan but he for sure knew that he was going to keep him around for as long as he could.

[insomnishnik]

pairing : obsessive! dom eren x god complex reader *wink* *wonk*

rating : smut, 18+, fluff, crack (?)

wc : 53k

cw : degradation, choking, semi public sex, art student! eren, cockwarming, pussy spanking, mention of bruises and injuries, breeding kink ish, obsessive behavior, stalking, borderline yandere 😁 also pliz I'm new so if this bad lemme know

summary : at the very end of graduation, it's time to say goodbye, college is over, now off to the real world. But before the farewell, you as the student president arrange the one last time after party as a sweet goodbye message, little do you know eren have other plan.

“DO WE HAVE TO?” you murmured as Hitch pushed your back while both of stepping inside of a coffee shop. Fragrance of coffee bean, vanilla air freshener wafted to your nose, the comforting wooden minimalist arabica design greeted your eyes for its pleasing aesthetic scenery.

"Yes, we have to i mean how bad could it be?" she grinned, pulling your arm to her clutches while both of you scoured inside, "besides, the past must stay as the past, it was just a silly president election it's not like he would hold grudges against you for getting elected," she continued, referring to the big college event far ago before the senior year. 

That one time when you and Eren Jaeger applied to be the student council president, and like how history spoke, the winner rejoiced, and nobody really care about what happens next to the loser. It was a though fight, you were quite determined to take that core position with your persona, you believed that you could bring greater goods for the community, and you DID do good, but Eren fought back passionately, and you remembered you could see fire in his eyes during his speech at the debate election, he may not smart but he's clever, maybe a little aggressive but hell does he moved so many people's heart, you remembered when he was standing tall and brave on that podium while his sea green eyes glued the room together, the intimacy that is fiery and optimistic, but as the whole world know destiny said otherwise, without your own anticipation 

you won. 

And since then your reign begun. You rule well, you made plenty achievements as student president and you never been so proud of yourself, since then you never lose your dedication for your people, and the feel of being a victor, and oh how you loved the feel of being powerful. 

You and Hitch walked upstairs to the second loft of the coffee shop after you both ordered the drinks you wanted, "I dunno Hitch, i don't think that this is a good idea," you mumbled to the girl next to you, while you scratching the back of your ear, "when Armin said not to mess with Eren i think he meant it."

Sure you were delighted with your victory, but you still couldn't help yourself to feel bad for Eren, there's this strange tingle of guilt vine your stomach when you, the possessor approached your ex rival far a month ago, he gave you this bitter dirty look as you waved him a polite good morning, then he stormed off without a single word, you felt like he was prestige to look into your eyes since then. 

"And when i said he was a wuss, and a man child for going all off emo after that election i also meant it," Hitch rolled her eyes, she pat your back as a reassurance before you two finally found the person you've been looking for, almost unrecognizable from the last time you guys bumped to each other, for a moment your eyes widened to the now Eren Jaeger.

 There he was sitting all pretty at the smoking area, his hair was pulled onto a messy bun with a few loose strands on his nape, he was far more built than the boy you used to know, his bushy eyebrows looking furrowed to a sketchbook, the charcoal pencil he's holding dances on top of it. He was styled in a thin knitted black long sleeve top that hugged his muscular body tightly, army green cargo pants, and combat boots — you know, those kind of boots you wear to a rock concert just to kick someone — his rolled sleeves, revealing his veiny arms that covered with tattoos. His long legs is stretched to the chair next to him while he is leaning against the wall. 

Hitch glanced at you, she cackled noticing you googling at Eren, she pulled you by your wrist approaching the brunet, "you'll be fine," she snickered, while you could only let out a soft sigh, here goes nothing. 

Hitch signal her presence to Eren with a light cough, a small thud hit the surface of his sketchbook after he dropped his pencil. His gaze shifts to both of you who were standing by his side, he raised his left brow when his eyes met yours, you stared back at Eren and he outstared you blankly, "Jaeger," you hesitated. 

About time you finally came to me.

"Y/N," he replied, calling you by your first name. His expression never change, they're rather cold, unimpressed, he studied both of you, then back to you, he lift his chin up as he locked his eyes on you, "you brought a friend." Intruder, he finally said after a brief silence, Eren closed his sketchbook and then cracked his knuckles, Hitch pulled you, taking a seat in front of Eren. 

"Now let's skip the chit chat, because by the way Eren, you smells musty," Hitch waved her hand in front of her face, she's not wrong though, he smells like tobacco and axe body spray. Furthermore when Hitch explained the reasons of hers and yours arrival to Eren, his gaze never really left you, sometimes he would spare Hitch small glances and nods as confirmation of himself still listening, but his attention was on you. 

And you willingly stares back, you still couldn't read his expression, they're as calm as the morning blue sky, they're just so empty it sucks you in, maybe it's the blunt hatred and envy from him for your presidential position, or maybe it was something else, you even almost think that you two are basically eye fucking each other. 

You extended him the proposal and the selected material details to him, it's almost graduation, and you're running out of time to find someone who could make an exclusive design for the jackets you are planning to make as a gift for the after party event. The other councilor members and you also haven't decide the theme yet, it has to be perfect. Your last hope is Eren, the fine arts student all the girls in school droll over, even though his charisma was slightly dimmed after his loss at the election, he still got his charm, and you really prayed to Goddess Fortuna because you don't want to risk looking for someone else to customize this specific special item and just to get disappoint by the erratic result, at least when Eren agree to take the work, someone could watch over.

"No fucking way," Eren let out a smug chortled, "the president needs my help," he added in a sneering tone. Cute. 

"So you agree or not Eren," you try to suppress your nerve, and you really try not to punch his cocky face, the way he throw his head back a little so he gave you this kind of kubrick stare, gazing into your soul as if he wants to eat you alive, and just like they said, if looks could kill, you're probably be ripped apart by now. 

"What if i say no?" he continued, tapping his boot's toe on the wooden floor. 

"You'll waste your talent," you gift a thin smile that hides a very big urge to stab him repeatedly. 

Eren chuckled, he looked away towards the window before he lean forward to you, "What happen to the other art students, L/N? Did they finally acknowledge your overly perfectionist bossy self or what?" 

"And what about it?" you argued, leaning to his face, he wanted to humiliate you, he wanted you to get on your knees and beg, but you still have your dignity. 

"Uh, what is this," Hitch hesitated, "i am highly uncomfortable with the atmosphere we created in this room," what's with the eye fucking? Hitch thought, she felt like she's interrupting a really heated make out session but instead of kissing it was exchanging pure hatred, Hitch nudged you by your elbow, giving you a look. 

You gritted your teeth and pursed your lips together, leaning closer to Eren's face, "Alright, if this is about that stupid president election we had together grow up Eren! The world doesn't evolve in your stupid drama queen head, so please since i'm asking you nicely before i could fu-" You stopped your bust as a waitress came over with the drinks you ordered earlier, you glared angrily at Eren as you caught a tug of amused smirk at the corner of his lips, it was the fact that you desperately needs his help but still play all bitchy, he found it funny. 

Sure you have your dignity, and he is willing to destroy it just because he can.

After the waitress left, you tasted your fresh latte angrily, making Eren chuckled under his husky breath, while on the other side Hitch is silently witnessing the tense between you two. 

"Fine," Eren broke the silence after a few minutes since the waitress left, "i'll take the work." he sat up, you nodded and watched as that key necklace of his dangling out from his collar, and when your eyes laid on the toned chest that peaking under his shirt, you gulped your saliva and quickly looked away, "good, thank you for your understanding."

You clasps your hands together and you could hear Hitch's faint sigh of relief, "great so now i think we have our deal, you know Professor Levi's tea shop right? tomorrow we're doing a gathering, be there before 8, and if-" 

who says that i'm finished doll? Eren tug another smirk, "but with some condition."

⊱✿⊰

"For real? No party organizer available until next January?" you groaned in frustration, frantically flipping through pages of your journal, Hitch and Armin walks by your side to the long table area.

Chaos. 

Chaos everywhere, you feel like your head is going to explode, your blood boils, and there's this uncomfortable anxiety under your skin, crippling under you and devouring you slowly. You've been overworked yourself the entire night after your meeting with Eren, you were brainstorming for your graduation speech, activity recap, and of course other ornaments for the very last project you're having in your senior year, you cried for three hours while listening to montgomery ricky then cried again over the document you accidentally deleted. 

You're exhausted.

Mentally and physically, you woke up with puffy eyes and wrecked brain, but you knew that everything must go on, and no, you won't back down, everything has to be perfect, 

It has to be perfect. 

Hitch pouted as she watches you typing on your laptop, she snakes her arms around your waist and leaned her head against your shoulder, watching you making some kind of budget recap, "sweetie you should rest and lay down." She spoke with a soft smile. 

You pursed your lips together before you leaned your head on top of hers, not leaving your eyes from your laptop, "thanks Hitch, but i'm alright, i'll just finish this and i'll take a break for a bit." You just can't really trust anything without yourself being under control or watching over, you're afraid that everything would astray far from your definition of 'perfection,' this empire you've been building, and this is your last legacy the next generation will remember, and you wanted it to be remarkable. 

"No dumbass, the last catering service was too expensive and apparently our university was filled with cheapskates." argued a voice from across the room.

"Well we have no choice???" other voice argued back, "Or we can rely on your very bad cooking skill Kirstein, just pray nobody's gonna die from food poisoning." 

You huffed at the sight of Ymir and Jean who was sitting face to face on the floor, both are on their phone scrolling on google, you looked around and found Sasha, Marco and Connie, chatting across you, and you looked over to the three people next to you, your vice president Hitch, your treasurer Armin, and your secretary Mikasa. You couldn't help yourself but smiling at your team, they works so well. 

Then you frowned as your realized something, "Have Eren-" 

A short blonde girl with a tray of drinks and snacks entered the room, "Y'all snack time!" she called out with a large grin on her face.

Ymir's face lit up as she walked up to her girlfriend, Sasha sprinted towards Historia, going feral over food as usual. 

"Ugh finally," you chuckled to Jean's mumble. Soon, half of the room crowded the blonde girl, reaching for snacks and drinks, your eyes fixated as you slowly notice the presence of the familiar sea green eyes, you watches as Eren strolls inside of the meeting room, he yawned before he took a seat on Hitch's place, your frowned slightly, "excuse you?" 

"Excuse me?" he replied, plastering that damn cocky smile, he looked to you up and down, definitely mocking you under his degrading gaze, dammit y/n did you overworked yourself?

"Well have you look at yourself, President." he snickered, suddenly a sketch design laid in front of you, you shift your eyes to Eren, before you took the papers on your hands. Soft grazes of colored pencil and ink, the art was delicate yet firm, "what is this?" you asked dumbly to the design of two bomber jackets, each of the jackets has their own scrawled side notes of the color details, embroidery, and even fabric material.

"Both jacket will be make from satin, no argument, satin," Eren spoke, he pointed his polished finger nail to the design, "the girls will have the yellow one, the boys will take the red, it'll have our Uni symbol and our number," he explained, "should be ready as soon as possible," Eren watches you closely, waiting for you to say something. Part of him.....just wants you to react, just anything, just any reaction exclusively for him. 

You blinked slowly, wow. Honestly it's beautiful, looks like it was Harajuku style inspired, you can't wait to touch the final craft, you glanced at Eren, "thank you," you spoke finally, "it's really beautiful."

I'm glad you like it. "Of course it's beautiful, i made it," he replied with a smug face, he cracked his knuckles then tapped his fingers to the wooden table, "now now, what do we have here." 

It was part of Eren's condition. One, he wanted to be fully involved in the graduation ceremony prep and the after party. Two, most importantly nobody touch his creation while he have full control of it, you reluctantly gave him the responsiblity to handle the venue decoration and the theme, most of the people in your team weren't really pleased with that decision, but like you all have time to think? But after considering it, you felt like it would be good idea to have extra hands helping. 

Anything,

To reach the absolute perfection.

⊱✿⊰

"I'm so glad, that this is almost over, because i could not bear drinking another monster and espresso or i might get caffeine intoxication," you grinned as you earned chuckles through the dinner table, it was all paid off, and the grand event was right in front of your eyes, you could already imagine yourself standing on that podium, delivering your grand speech, high and god like.

But now, celebration first. 

The admiration looks from your team and the last year student council team — who decided to join for the gig — feeds your ego, there's Zeke, Nicolo, Reiner, Pieck and her girlfriend Yelena, Porco and Bertholdt. Your friends really look up to you, from the day you earned your position, they knew they could count on you. "Thank you, thank you for all of the hard works this season, i would never ask for a better team, you guys are the best that i could ever wished for," you grinned and picked up the can of beer from the table, everybody raises their drinks, and you looked at the edge of the table, where your graduated senior, Zeke Jaeger sitting down, giving you a proud look, he was a student president before you, "this is for everyone, our community has never been this great, because you all dedicated your hearts." As you cheers together, you looked around, something is missing, you can feel it, yet you can't find any solid answer for that feeling. 

It was a simple outdoor Korean barbecue party in your house's backyard, after all done, you wanted nothing but to treat your friends, because that's what they deserved for serving you right. It was returning favor, while waiting for the meat to be cook perfectly by your senior Nicolo, you sat besides Mikasa as you both chats, while Armin was next to her, busy with his phone. In the distance, chaotic guitar strums and jams from drunk Connie and Jean cracking the air together with everyone that hyping them up. You pressed your chin against Mikasa's shoulder while both of you giggling over a twitter thread. 

"Eren said he's coming over," Armin announced to both of you, he looked down to his phone and let out a heavy sigh. 

So that was the missing piece. 

"Why's the sigh?" you asked Armin.

Armin hesitated, he looked around everywhere that isn't you, he rubbed his hand through his undercut, it feels like watching someone having a very conflicted mind war with themself, he then finally impaled you with a mixed expression, "Y/N," he started, "i don't know how to say this but....." He glanced over at Mikasa, and you followed him. 

The dark haired girl rather gave him a surprised expression, a some kind of you did not! look. You exchanged the utterly confusion to both of them, Mikasa nodded slowly, "She needs to know, Armin." 

"I need to know what?" 

"What are you guys talking about?" you turned around and sees Eren standing right in front of you, bruised up and bleeding, his knuckles was fucked in a shade of dark red and purple, strands of hair falling in front of his face, Mikasa quickly stood up, "Eren did you—"

"Yes i did," he shot her a cold glare, you could see from the corner of your eyes that Zeke started to approaching, Eren's eyes then finally found Armin, who's looking scared and nervous more than ever, "tell me, what's the interesting story Armin?" his tone was striking and icy, under his husky voice, you could track hints of slurs because of alcohol. 

Armin went quiet, he gripped his knuckles, what is this? something must happened and you didn't know, and you hated that. You hated when things was out of your reach. "It's okay Eren, you should check your wounds, they look pretty bad," Armin swallowed, his words came out more threatening than he anticipated. 

"No, no, no, i wanted to know what you gonna say to Y/N," Eren moves closer to Armin, "you are not trying to tell her anything bad about me right?" 

They looked like they're ready to throw hands, but Zeke was already slips between them, holding the both boys's chests with his flat palms, "come on now guys, let's not." he hesitated.

"No, let's." Eren insisted, he slapped his brother's hand, you quickly pulled him down by his arm, he flinched when he felt your touch, Eren glance at you, and for a split second his eyes went soft, it was that soft that you felt nothing but pure affection from his sea green eyes, then something took over his body, he suddenly pulled you by your collar, lifting you up, moving your face closer to his.

His eyes were bloodshot, you squeezed his wrists while kicking your feet on the air, "you," he growled, his warm breath smells like alcohol, you blinked slowly, scanning Eren's animalistic glare, but there is no hate in his eyes, you found yourself trying to look for it but there it none, instead there's this raging desire, he looked at you like you were his prey, "Eren-" you choked, for the first time, you feel powerless.

"I hate you," he hissed, but all you could sense was lie, his mortal fingers squeezing you so deadly but you feel the comfort of it, the bizarrely embracing lust, and his existence blurs all the noises around you, just you and Eren Jaeger. "you took everything from you," he continued, "i woke up everyday wishing you dead." 

You knitted your eyebrows, and you feel your godly ichor rushes back through your veins, a disgusted smirk appeared on your face, belittling him for lying, "liar." 

Then huge arms pulled Eren from you, tackling him to the ground, Mikasa caught you before you hit the ground, Hitch stepped in front of you, shielding you from Eren who was struggling under Zeke, "Eren what the hell!" she shouted. Mikasa helped you up and pulled you close to her chest, "Y/N are you okay?" she sounded so scared, questions and assumptions popping in your head about what happens between Mikasa, Armin, and Eren. You looked up, finding Reiner helping Zeke restraining his own brother. You knew a minute ago that guy attacked you, but seeing Eren in that position just feels so wrong, you never thought you'll get drew by a guy like Eren Jaeger, but here you are finding yourself shoving aside your pride while approaching the two blonds. You put your hand on Zeke's shoulder, squeezing them gently, "it's okay," your delicate tone shocks him, "let him go Zeke." 

You could feel everyone giving you a jaw drop, but when all eyes on you, you find yourself only looking at Eren. 

After a tense moment, Zeke and Reiner finally let go of the brunet, you pulled Eren up then you put the tip of your fingers to his chin, examining his wounds, he scoffed and avoided your eyes, dropping his eyes to the ground. "Let's get that clean up," you mumbled and dragged him by his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. Leaving everyone in a ambiguous silence. 

"Why are they leaving? the wagyu is ready."

You walked upstairs to your room, no words exchange both of you before you finally entered the bathroom with Eren, you let go of his hand, your heartbeat strangely skipping inside your chest, while you were searching for the medicine kit in the cabinet, when you finally turn around, you found Eren already sitting on the toilet seat, you kneeled down in front of him and you opened the medicine kit, you pulled a towel from the drawer and stood up, wetting it in the sink, "what happen?" you finally spoke. 

Eren let out a deep chuckle, he wiped his bloody nose with his thumb then wiped it off on his jeans, gross. "Why do you care," he asserted. 

You rolled your eyes and kneeled back in front of him, with dripping wet cloth on your right hand, "please you stormed on me, lifted me up and looked at me like you wanted fuck me against the table while also wanted to burn me alive at the same time." you gave him a judging look. You took his hands, and then slowly pressed the dampen cloth on his bloody knuckles, he didn't flinch, Eren remained silence while he watches you. You could feel his smirk while you were treating his wounds. "Have i told you how hideous you look tonight?" he asked quietly. 

"No, tell me." 

Eren then moved his left hand away from you, extending them, he caressed his thumb on your cheekbone, made you froze, his hand then traveled to your ear, it tugged your hair behind them, "i cannot." He whispered softly. 

You looked up, and put the now reddish cloth on the floor, you moved closer to the burnet in front of you, you intertwined your fingers with his once again, the tense on his shoulders visibly relax while his pupils widened to the presence of you, "now would you tell me what happen?" your voice sweetened, melodic in his ear, and it seems like he's lured enough by it. 

Eren huffed a chuckle, he looked down to both of your hands, "Had a fight with Pops," he shrugged, "took the anger on the wall." You moved closer to his face, close enough to smell the liquor in his breath. Eren stared at you, he never imagine he would have the blessing to be this close with you, he was always watching you from afar. Those interrogation towards Armin regarding you, questions after questions on your personal life, forcing Armin to dug deeper and helped Eren fulfilling his needs on you, he'd followed you after school, to your favorite coffee shop, your home so he'll know your address, to where ever he could reach you, man... he'll go after you to the edge of the world if that's where you're heading. 

"Do you still hate me?" you asked, and to be honest the question kind of scares you, because after these past few weeks of spending more time with Eren Jaeger, you finally caught in his fire, his flaming intimacy you thought was long gone, and you also surprises yourself for not getting pissed off by the feeling, because it makes you feel vulnerable. 

Eren grazes his thumb on your jaw as if you were made of glass, he kneeled down to the floor with you, so you both could be equal, no high ground. "The truth is my darling, i never was," he confirmed, "after you won that election it was my last straw because from the first time i laid my eyes on you, Love.... You have bewitched me body and soul," he's been watching over you from the distance and you still as pathetic as he could remember, maybe it's the way you stole glances at him, the way you would secretly checking him out but little did you know that he notices everything, he's been reading you like an open book without having to flip through every pages, because you already spread open for him, "you have became the very thing that is out of my reach, Love. And for i have fancy you, and you'll be mine not just in my mind but fully," and he is itching to taste you. His warmth envelopes you to a sense of safety, he trails his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you melt like a candle on fire. Right above you stand an entity greater than yourself, the essence of mystery that fold itself in front of you, and with the universe speak between you, everything is a clarity. 

And you, you don't get it, you thought it was all envy to the position you have, and for the first time, you crave something other than power, "Did you just quoted Pride and Prejudice for me, Jaeger?" you snakes your arms around his neck while his growing bulge strokes on your clothed cunt, the rough material of his jeans made your arousal grow thicker, "my, my, my i used to think that you were just a pretty face with zero common sense," you teased, nuzzling your nose against him. 

His husky chuckle vibrates against your skin, without warning he pushes you up against the wall and you immediately jumped onto his waist with your legs, you gasped as your back hit the cold surface, Eren kneading your butt cheeks as he was holding you up, his chest pressed on yours, warm breath mixes together, "ouch, did you just call me dumb?" you snickered, Eren tilts his head before he smirked, "maybe we could be equally dumb after i make you babble nonsense with my cock." His mouth devouring yours feverishly. Frantic gestures rid you and him of clothes on your body, while you helped Eren unbuckling his belt, his teeth grazes yours, tongues fighting for dominance with each other, he latched his lips onto yours, hungry for more taste, you started to sucking his bottom lip while Eren savor your taste, he pushes more for a deeper kiss, his hand fondling your clothed boob, then it slipped under them, as he found your stiffened nipple, you felt his smirk between your kiss, and a moan escaped from your lips, they're already swollen and you knew you needed air soon, but without your realizing, you already breath through his air through the kiss. 

You unhooked your bra while Eren pressed you harder against the wall, his cock was already free from his jeans and boxer, his beautiful tip was coated in precum, when you finally exposed your breasts in front of him, the animalistic side possessed him back, Eren kneads your breasts greedily causing you to mewl, shivers running down your spine, and you unconsciously grinds you drenched cunt against his waist, Eren cackled. 

"What a fucking whore, you looked like a cat in heat." 

You whined when his flat palm hit your cunt, he rubs the dampen clothed surface of your clit, Eren brought his mouth to your breast and started to circling his tongue on your nipple, making your back arched and you grinding to nothingness of his waist, "whore," he spat, a string of saliva bridge between your skin and his lips, "is this what you called a student president? i don't think so." Eren grip your throat and slowly adding pressure to your air circulation with his index finger and thumb, his other hand has been stroking his own cock for awhile, he uses his precum as lube and your eyes twinkled to the beautiful sight. 

Your lips parted, he let out a throaty groan to your ear just to tease you, "what if i just jack myself and leave you like this?" the menacing grin appeared on his face, your desperate look just pleased him even more, he groaned under his breath as he feeling himself twitching, and your drooling pussy just looking tastier than ever, Eren inhaled and faked a pout, "aw, what is it? don't you want to walk around with my cum dripping from your slutty hole aren't you? that is sinful my Love, won't it gonna stain your pride, Miss President?" 

You cursed under you breath, and another slap landed on your cunt, you threw your head back as Eren squeezed you against the wall, "nu uh, bad words," he growled, "what do you want, Y/N? Use your fucking mouth if you want something, did your parents never tell you?" another hard slap on your cunt made you gasp, you cried louder, and Eren shushed you while peppering kiss on your naked shoulder, "careful darling they might hear you from downstairs." 

He pecked your nose before he finally aims his cock to your entrance, stroking his tip to your dripping cunt, "what do you want, Y/N? say it." He repeated.

"Your cock!" you whimpered, "please pound me with your cock.... please Eren.. i just want it inside.."

He slammed into you, causing you to let out a sharp noise, "Oh, like this?" Eren felt your soft warm walls hugging him so tightly, as if you guys just fit so perfectly together, he held his hand on your tummy to prevent you from grinding your greedy self, letting your cunt clenching him by itself, "fuck you're so tight my Love," he groaned subtly. 

"E-eren please move..... i'm begging you...." you sobbed so pathetically. Eren moved his face close to yours and pinned your wrists above your head, "this will need an outcome don't you think?" he tilted his head, making you wept for his cock to move even more, suddenly an idea popped in his head, "I will move," he said, "i'll shoot my loads in you and then you'll be mine, i want you to want me so badly, i'm going to imprison you, and then.... just then...it'll be just you and me, always and forever," he dug his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent so they'll stay in his head, but he knew it won't, you're his own personal drug anyways, "promise, Darling?" Eren whispered against your skin.

You shivered under him, your eyes rolls at the back of your head, your pussy is aching with lust, so needy for his cock. You quickly nodded your head, "p-promise." 

Eren kissed your neck, sucking them briefly, leaving a visible mark on your soft skin, "good girl."

He pulled his cock from you, leaving just the tip, before then he impaled, filling you up with his length, he slide so easily onto your meat, your legs shivered as he endlessly pushed deeper inside you, and you could feel his tip kissed your cervix, Eren then started to moves at a quick pace, "you like that so much hm? taking my cock like a little slut," he said velvety, turning you on even more. He buried your moan into a deep kiss, his big arm scoot your hips close to him as he ramming his cock with no mercy onto your walls, his other hand still pinning your wrists, as if you're gonna escape from him. You started to rolling your hips on him, making him move more faster, you're both skin to skin, grinding onto each other desperately, "Eren....s'big...so deep..." you moaned. He continues to pound into you.

"Fuck, that's right baby say my name."

"Eren!"

After a minute he completely stopped, you opened your eyes and your face shows confusion, before you could ask any questions, he suddenly slams all of his length into you, causing you to yelp both in pain and pleasure, the lewd sound of skin slapping made you curl your toes, he pounding into you like there's no tomorrow, you threw your head back, your tongue lolling out from your lips, he slamming all his length in and out of you repeatedly until you're a shaking panting mess, an amused look plastered on his cocky face, and his hips didn't stop dipping on you, not letting you think straight or put up any fight, "come on, fucking take it like the cumslut you are."

You choked on your breath as the knot in your stomach getting tighter, "E-ren... hugs...hugs....?" you purred to him, he finally let go of your wrists and let your head fell against his shoulder, he increases his phase that you didn't know was possible, you warped your arms around him as he did to you, and you dragged your nails through his sweaty back, Eren started to whisper sweet nothings as he felt himself twitching, he slurred curses underneath his groaned, his veins popped as he gripped you tightly, his muscles flexes at each moves.

You didn't dare to question him when he said that he'll fill you up inside, because no matter what your answer is, he'll do it anyway. The sight of his hard rock abs and v lines sent you over the edge, “Eren i’m gonna cum—“

“cum with me, Darling.” 

You tasted the bitter tint in your tongue as you started seeing stars, you vision went black as Eren rides you to your orgasm while fluid started dripping down your thighs, your body is shaking uncontrollably, Eren let out a loud groan as he riding himself to his own high using your abused cunt, he shot his warm thick load onto your womb, making sure you take all of it, you buried your face on his neck, he slowly pulls out his cock and watches the white liquid oozing from your hole. Eren lifted up your chin, he cupped your cheek and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, mixing your pants together, “mine.” he moaned to your soft plump lips.

“yours."

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